Golden Greenery

Pogba has a big heart, and Wang Dalei has a huge nerve. They both seem to be human but actually like to do some nonsense, so the two idiots can actually get a handle on it.

But with the opening of his mouth, the arrogant and domineering Wang Dalei completely eliminated this possibility.

"Don't show off, you idiot. Can you kick a penalty kick? Let's do it for your Uncle Scar." Dalei's Old John accent was obviously practiced secretly by a tutor.

Pogba is the kind of boss who has to be supported and coaxed. He is still a big kid in essence. It's okay to scold him and discipline him, but it's offensive, and the words need to be intimate. He resents anyone who questions him, let alone despises him.

"You are a crazy hammer, you stinky country bumpkin. If you have the guts, don't let Lao Zhuo point you in the right direction." A big-hearted person doesn't care about his opponent's psychological tactics. Pogba immediately retorted.

Dalei was obviously more skilled. He no longer talked nonsense with Pogba, but took two steps closer and pointed at Scar.

"Brother Scar, you come and you come, you come and punish him, he won't do it. Let your brother serve you, I really don't want to bully him." From 'Uncle Scar' to 'Brother Scar', Dalei unknowingly occupied Borg again Pakistan is cheap. And he knew how powerful he was, so he slightly provoked Scar, but he didn't dare to say too much nonsense.

Scar is so cunning, he knows that no matter how he responds to Wang Dalei's words, gets angry or curses, he will always be at a disadvantage, and his status is not equal. So Scar's counterattack hits home, knowing who can control these idiots.

He ignored Wang Dalei at all, turned his head and raised his head at Zhuo Yang: "Spicy Mala Pi, this is what you taught Suo, do you care?"

Zhuo Yang smiled and said, "I'm going to piss you off." But he still waved to Wang Dalei to stop it. Dalei decisively shut up and retreated to the goal line.

There is no harm in small talk, Zhuo Yang is not afraid that Scar and Pogba will fall out, he has 10,000 ways to make them fall out again. The key is that the Chinese team is behind in the score, time is running out again, and there is one less player to play. No matter how big or small the fuss is, it is actually not good for the Chinese team. Just try the rhetoric and stop it.

Referee Roldan gave an order, and Pogba and Wang Dalei each opened their stances. Because the Chinese team must defend the ball, there are people standing at the front of the penalty area. An extra point of strength will give them an extra chance to make up for the missed point later.

For France, penalty kicks were just an unexpected surprise on the way to promotion. Even if they didn't score, it would not hurt the team's score advantage. Therefore, there were only three or two people surrounding them, and the overall defensive formation did not relax.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Pogba took a run-up and kicked off.

In fact, Pogba did not understand the secret of solving Zhuo Yang's penalty kick bug. He was just habitually obsessed with self-confidence. But to put it bluntly, the most important thing about penalty kicks is self-confidence. Technically, Pogba certainly does not lack it.

He was still a little clever. Before touching the ball, he suddenly turned his ankle, twisting his foot into a twist, and suddenly turned his original movement to the left into a movement to the right.

But it was always a sudden change. In order to keep the angle accurate, Pogba did not exert too much force and changed from volley to push.

But how could he hide this from Zhuo Yang? After giving clear instructions, Wang Dalei stood on the right side like a grasshopper.

Just looking at Zhuo Yang's gestures and jumping in the direction, everyone can do it. Even a dog can do it after two days of training. There is nothing magical about it. But direction alone is definitely not enough. How large an area can be controlled by the human body plus the waving of limbs is far from enough to block all possibilities.

Therefore, the aerial posture of the throw, his own judgment of the ball path, and the subtle feeling of the ball speed are also very important factors. These Zhuoyang cannot help, and he has to rely on the goalkeeper's own skills.

It's like Zhuo Yang gave you a copy of the "Nine Yin Manual" and told you that if you practice it, you can go to Mount Huashan to discuss swordsmanship. But can it be practiced?

Cultivation is personal.

Just looking at penalty kick saving, Wang Dalei has basically trained himself to be like Ouyang Feng. This is where he is really better than Yan Junlin, and it is difficult to compare horizontally. Maybe he is already the best goalkeeper in the world at playing with penalty kick bugs. God has really rewarded him.

It's not magical if you get the ball right, but it takes effort to fully stretch it. Dalei's skills are very good. He directly caught Pogba's ball in the blind corner at low altitude with both hands.

Incredibly stable.

Pogba was stunned. There's no shame in missing a penalty, it doesn't matter if the kick misses or is saved, but it's a bit too much if the goalkeeper just confiscates it.

Pogba said in his heart: This guy should be good at working as a loader and unloader on the watermelon truck...

Wang Dalei locked his fingers in the manner of strangling a football, and his body rolled inertly on the grass before quickly bouncing up. At this time, Zhuo Yang had already turned over from the commanding position and stabbed forward, his reaction and speed faster than a dog.

Dalei was also very fast. Before he even stood up, he was looking for the captain with his eyes. After standing upright, he immediately used his big arm to throw the ball and launched a counterattack, aiming for the team leader.

Throwing the ball is a basic skill for all goalkeepers. It is equivalent to tipping the ball. As long as any goalkeeper is accurate, there is no problem. Practicing hundreds of times a day, frozen shoulder can't do the job. The only difference between the level of hand-throwing and the level of hand-throwing is the tactical awareness and court layout, that is, the question of who is the most reasonable to throw to.

Dalei does not have frozen shoulder, and does not need to be rational. Throwing it to Zhuo team is 100% correct, tactically correct and politically correct.

But Pogba reacted very quickly. He knew that Wang Dalei would not be able to make a quick break without looking back. He bared his teeth and claws and rushed forward, blocking Wang Dalei's sight with his huge body.

Dalei was not hesitant. He stepped aside like a matador and stubbornly threw the football away with a roar.

Pogba's blockage worked. In order to avoid him, Dalei eagerly threw the ball in the right direction, but the force was obviously too much. A unicorn arm was thrown too far, and Zhuoyang hadn't run away yet.

Looking up and watching the football passing by, Zhuo Yang secretly cursed a bitch in his heart. Opposite is the right back Sidibe. He can catch a fresh landing point without taking off. He can also let the ball pass and then turn around. There are many options.

Even though he knew there was no hope, Zhuoyang did not stop. Instead, he made his last effort and kicked towards Sidibe, baring his teeth to scare him.

I was really frightened.

The key is that Sidibe didn't have time to understand what was going on behind him. If the distance between him and other teammates was too large, he would have to turn around to compete with Zhuo Yang who was racing head-on. Although I still have an advantage, what if?

In order to be safe, Sidibe flicked his head and headed the ball towards Tolisso on the left.

But Zhuoyang's bloody mouth was so ugly that in a daze Sidibe failed to hit the ball well and moved slightly to the side. Maro, who was also racing, intercepted the ball first and took advantage of the situation to hit Toli with a fried ball.

This time, Sidibe was really stupid.

Zhuo Yang passed by him with a whoosh, and then "whoosh, whoosh" Kanter and Ma Tui Enemy also passed by. Faintly, he heard Ma Tui Enemy shouting, "I'm going to chase you."

Maro was very smart. Instead of taking the ball to his favorite right wing, he cut into the middle, which was equivalent to chasing Zhuoyang's ass.

In this way, Kanter and Ma Tui, who are sandwiched between him and Zhuo Yang, can only block him first. And Maro wants this effect. He wants Zhuo Yang to remove the two sandbags.

Kanter and Ma slowed down as soon as they retreated from the enemy. Maro immediately pushed You Deshui on the left wing. The old man understood that the ball always runs faster than people. He kept passing the ball and passed it directly. This time he was very comfortable. It was given to the front of Zhuo Yang's running.

Zhuoyang's first pass happened to be at the junction of Varane and Umtiti. Neither of them could reach the ball immediately, so they could only quickly retreat to the penalty area and double-team.

But it was obviously too late. The moment they closed the door, Zhuo Yang raised his right foot and fired ferociously from the penalty area.

As we all know, Zhuoyang has the bad habit of beating the opponent's goalkeeper with one sword, but sometimes he will change his ways and shoot as he says, and this time it happened.

Loris didn't know whether to be grateful or annoyed. Maybe it would be better for Zhuoyang to force him to play. This isn't a fucking shot, it's obviously going to explode, okay?

The moment his right foot touched the football, it deformed significantly and turned into a semicircle. The next moment, he appeared on the Internet.

The net is made of thick nylon, which is strong but not elastic. But the angry football raised the net back and pulled it straight, and the several fixed wedge nails seemed to be pulled out of the soil.

Even if it is not elastic, it has become elastic. Can you try it without elasticity?

The football bounced off the net and out of the goal, finally losing all momentum and falling limply to the ground, exhausted.

At 3:3, Zhuo Yang once again equalized the score in a desperate situation, and the Chinese team was once again invincible.

This is Zhuoyang's 13th goal in this World Cup, tying Juste Fontaine's single-game scoring record in the Cup.

It is very meaningful to play against the French team and tie the record of the French legend.

French fans broke their promise. They said before the game that they would cheer Zhuoyang's goal no matter what. But at this moment of shocking reversal of the goal, only the Chinese were cheering. The French people in the stands, including Zidane and Barthes, lost interest in cheering gracefully and looked ashen as tens of thousands of idiots.

Benjamin Mendy is also a fool.

He rushed back to the door as if his house was on fire, just in time to catch the football popping out of the net and falling to the ground unconscious. Feeling like he was playing football with a bunch of idiots, Mendy had nowhere to vent, so he kicked the football hard and kicked it back into the goal.

The kick missed.

The football hit the goal post and I woke up from the pain again.

Football has a soul, it can sing for heroes, but you can't get angry at it for no reason. After bouncing back from the goal post, the football hit Mendy's face fiercely: I told you to do it.

‘Zi’er~~’

Mendy's nosebleed spurted out. What a fucking idiot.