Reborn on Top of Football

"Why don't you look at the Spaniard in a hurry?"

After the game restarted, Duan Xuan watched for a few minutes and suddenly asked in confusion.

"European champions, the mentality is very stable." Zhang Lu calmly said: "In the eyes of European teams, our Chinese team, as well as South Korea and Japan, are second-rate, and there is an absolute difference in strength with them. You will not Because they are afraid of being punched by a child first, they have this mentality."

"To say that, Xiao Wanger has to continue to cheer."

Before the words were over, the "Little Wanger" on the field seemed to have heard the voices of Duan Xuan and fans from all over the country. It was an unremarkable cross from the side, and it was from Zhu Ting, from the time he was entangled by Harvey and was about to lose the ball to delay the Spanish team's rhythm.

The ball landed on the right side of the penalty area. At this time, Ramos and Pique were staring at Wang Ai one after another. Seeing that the ball was fluttering, there was little power, so they divided the work in a tacit understanding, and Pique blocked with their backs. Wang Ai grabbed the spot, Ramos half-turned and watched the confrontation between the two, while preparing to jump and push the ball out of the penalty area.

Pique, who has a big body, is very powerful. Wang Ai has had several confrontations before. Although he can knock him back and forth, he can't be knocked out. The referee doesn't allow it. So this time Wang Ai played a flower, first squeezed Pique hard, and after all his strength was lured out, he suddenly loosened!

Pique took a step back to stabilize the center of gravity, and Wang Ai had already moved forward.

Ramos moved laterally and motioned to Casillas to come out quickly to get the ball. Pique forcibly controlled the center of gravity and grabbed Wang Ai's back jersey.

The ball fell down at this time.

Under Ramos's block and Pique's pull, Wang Ai forcefully took off. This time he had no reservations, exhausted all his strength, and Ramos would take off late again. Casillas, who rushed to one third, stopped urgently, watching Wang Ai touch the ball nervously.

Ramos, Wang Ai, and Pique are squeezed together like sandwiches. Wang Ai is like an uneven slice of meat in the sandwich. Although he is out of his head, there is almost no room to move back and forth, and he can’t even do it for his upper body. . But Zhu Ting's coming was slow and light, and the "San Cassie" ahead was ready again.

Between the sparks and flints, Wang Ai swayed left and right. When the football fell in front of Wang Ai's forehead, Wang Ai's head was driven by the waist and upper body just moved from the right to the middle.

It seems that Wang Ai is shaking his head to attack the goal and head back the ball. However, the goal is not on Wang Ai's left side, but directly in front.

"Hey!" A sigh welled out of Zhang Lu's chest and settled in his mouth.

I saw the football crossed a weird route in the air, in front of Wang Ai’s forehead, above Ramos’s face, starting at a 45-degree angle and 10 meters from the near post, flying towards the far post. . Turning in the middle of the flight!

The magical football flew from the forehead of the world’s first football player, over the head of the best defender Ramos, and over the front of the best goalkeeper Casillas. The cunning seemed to be suddenly blown by the wind and fell. Into the far corner.

Different from the cheers of fans inside and outside the TV, Duan Xuan and Zhang Lu continued to be silent for 3 seconds, and then Duan Xuan cheered with hindsight, while Zhang Lu had been panting, just suffocating.

After scoring the goal, Wang Ai got rid of the impact of the two burly men. He stood there with two haha ​​and raised two thumbs at the red flag fluttering in the stands. Just now, he occasionally scanned the side screen where the first goal was scored and saw the Chinese couple.

At this time, the replay on the TV came, and Duan Xuan's question also came: "Director Zhang, why do I suddenly feel that this ball is a bit weird? Look at Xiao Wanger's action, why is it uncoordinated, and, eh? Why did this ball turn in the middle? Just now we had a telephoto lens, and now this one has a close lens, multiple angles, this, bottom line angle... indeed it has turned! This, is this a curve ball, right? Use your head?"

"Hey!" Zhang Lu sighed heavily, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it."

"What? What guide?"

"I didn't expect to see such a clear and beautiful header curve for the second time with my own eyes. The last one was Bierhoff. I explained that game." Zhang Lu had mixed feelings: "I used to think That's a swan song. I didn't expect to see it in our Chinese team star 11 years later. In 1998, Wang Aigang was admitted to university in 1998, right? He was only 12 years old?"

Along with the playback on the big screen on the sidelines, the players on both sides who were already puzzled clearly saw it.

"Oh, fucking!" In front of the Chinese team's bench, the bald Bai Guanghai uttered an swear word.

Gao Lin took Bai Guanghai's arm and pointed at the big screen: "Brother Bai, Brother Bai, Brother Bai..."

"Brother Bai! Is this the **** human?" Bai Guanghai waved his arm: "He's not afraid of stiff neck? This is a hard rub!"

"Brother Bai...No, Brother Bai, please explain."

"I'm still doing it for nothing!" Bai Guanghai calmed down at this time, looking at Gao Lin, Dong Fangzhuo, Mao Jianqing, and even Gao Hongbo with a slight smile in front of him, rubbing his forehead: "Beerhoff, who I am I have studied that the incoming ball was rotated clockwise at the time. He was at the same angle as Xiao Wang, no one was defending, and he used his head to increase force. The ball returned at a higher speed, and he might have a little head swing in the middle. , Added a little bit or didn't stop the rotation, so that's why he has that arc header. But, but his mother Xiao Wanger is not this time!"

"Who, Lao Ma, show me the camera." Ma Dong happily ran over to the camera, and Lao Bai fiddled with it for playback: "Look at it, Zhu Ting the ball, high and floating, How can there be a spin? No. So this spin was made by your boss himself with his forehead, okay? He used his head, his brain is just a little bit skinny, when his **** sneakers used it!"

As he said, Lao Bai opened his eyes wide, shook his head from side to side, and patted his forehead: "Just rubbing, rubbing like this, a movement that was originally 0 degrees from where to go back and forth, he was hit by 90. Oh, it’s the **** first time I saw this kind of lion swinging its head! You look at Casillas, and now you’re still shocked, who the **** can think of it?"

"Let me see?" Li Bing came up.

Lao Bai mumbled and went back, sitting in a chair with his head in his hands, feeling that his career was a failure!

Li Bing looked at it repeatedly: "It's not all rubbing, he still has forward force, otherwise the ball is too slow, the goalkeeper will take it as soon as he reaches out."

Fan Zhiyi also leaned over and watched: "Well, the two players are too tight, and they are forced to have no choice. If you want to score this goal, you really have to go like this, otherwise you can just go back to the top, the power is too small, and there is almost no threat. "

"Okay, I'll talk about it after the game." Lao Gao coaxed the crowd.

The Chinese team calmed down, but the sensation of the ball was still echoing on televisions in various countries.