Reborn on Top of Football

In the locker room of the Chinese team who talked in low voices, Wang Ai suddenly opened his eyes: "Come on at the beginning."

The coach, the team members and even the team doctor looked at him in amazement, Wang Ai looked to the left and right with firm eyes: "I want to start the game."

Chen Tao looked at Wang Ai, then nodded: "Okay."

The old white opposite him also nodded: "Okay."

Dong Fangzhuo grinned: "I listen to the boss."

Then everyone looked at Lao Gao and Lao Li. The two looked at each other, and Lao Gao thought for a while: "Although it is different from what we planned in advance, sometimes people are not as good as the sky. Since you have feelings, then try To be the first to win is also to gain the initiative in the stadium."

As soon as the voice fell, the FIFA officials knocked on the door, and everyone got up into the corridor, and then led the little caddy to play in turn. As for how to "start one", everyone didn't know. In fact, Wang Ai himself didn't know very well. He Suddenly, there was a strong sense of goal, and everything had to be acted upon by chance.

The two sides lined up. Today, the Chinese team is in a red home jersey, and the Spanish team is in a blue and black away jersey. The Spanish national anthem is played first. The Spaniard stands silently while the Chinese listens with a plain expression. Then a familiar melody sounded. Wang Ai, who was standing at the head of the row, faced the flashing lights in the night of the main stand, and suddenly opened his mouth and sang loudly: "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves..."

The more he sang, the louder and louder, the louder and louder he sang!

At that moment, he understood the national anthem like now, it was a great unyielding!

His singing was relaxed to all directions through the big screen, which also made the national anthem inside and outside the scene more neat and high-pitched, and also made the applause at the end of the curtain more enthusiastic and passionate.

Everyone, not only Chinese, feels something is different.

Shaking hands, taking photos, and exchanging team flags, the Chinese team played from left to right, and the Spanish team won the kick-off.

After Wang Ai and Cassie separated, the African referee kept looking at the watch and then took the spoon. Villa and Pedro were already at the midpoint and ready to kick-off. Dong Fangzhuo and Bai Guanghai were standing one after another, while Chen Tao stood. Villa and the others were facing each other, and Wang Ai was behind him.

At 8:30 pm local time in South Africa and 2:30 am Beijing time, with a whistle from the black referee, Villa pushed the ball, Pedro returned, Dong Fangzhuo moved forward, Bai Guanghai harassed, and the attackers from both sides quickly deepened. The opponent's halftime.

Wang Ai was retreating, and Harvey came with the ball. Wang Ai suddenly approached and Harvey transferred the ball. Unexpectedly, Wang Ai was prepared. A big stride that impressed Harvey intercepted him to Iniesta midway. With a cross pass, Zhao Xu, who was in the rolling direction of the football, subconsciously wanted to turn around to respond, but he turned around and pulled the side after observing the enemy's dynamics.

Sure enough, Wang Ai caught up with the football under Harvey's drag and stabbed the ball to Zhao Xuri before Busquets. Zhao Xuri strode forward after getting the ball from the wing. At this time, Wang Ai, who was hit by Harvey and Busquets back and forth, quickly climbed up, ran past Busquets, and directly inserted into the middle of the Spanish team's back line.

Bai Guanghai moved horizontally to respond to Zhao Xuri’s breakthrough. Zhao Xuri rushed halfway through halftime and saw that Wang Ai had already outflanked him. Then he stopped going deep and stopped sticking the ball. Instead, he struck him horizontally to the nearby Lao Bai. Lao Bai was even more straightforward. He stepped forward and pressed his back against Alonso, letting the ball roll in front of him, no one touched it.

Puyol, who had the Beatles, had a bad sight. He hurriedly broke away from the back line and intercepted. He struck again with Wang Ai who was shifting and catching the ball. The two of them staggered at the same time. After completing his turn with the ball, he immediately adjusted his center of gravity without waiting for him to rush.

His leaning direction was exactly the direction Pique came, so even though the two of them had arms, Pique could not touch the ball. When Wang Ai's center of gravity recovered, he had reached the top of the penalty area arc. With the help of Pique's pull, Puyol has chased back to the line with Wang Ai, Ramos has also rushed to the side of Pique, and behind Wang Ai there are Alonso and Pedro who are chasing after him. There is Casillas standing in front of him.

There are interceptions in the front and chasing troops behind.

"Can't hesitate, can't hesitate!" Fan Zhiyi murmured in the coach seat, who had already stood up.

The football is rolling, Wang Ai is running, the sound of footsteps makes Green Grass tremble slightly, Pique has tried his best, but only he knows how uncomfortable the sudden high stride frequency of the Chinese next to him is, and he feels that he will continue to follow. About to fall.

Wang Ai, among the six Spanish players, faced Casillas, turned his head to the left, and kicked to the right with his right foot. His gaze and face deceived Cassie's focused expression. When Cassie's body flew vigorously to the left, the football flew from Wang Ai's foot and hung in the upper right corner.

Five blue and black jerseys in the sprint stopped, and one red jersey in the sprint stopped. The blue and black crows were silent in the stands, and the big red was flying all over the sky.

Wang Ai glanced at the football bouncing inside You Zizaiqiu's goal, and after running to the bottom line of the billboard, with his hands on his hips and his legs separated, he looked proudly at the stands.

The Chinese **** politely said a few words to the Spanish Prime Minister. Seeing that Wang Ai was still posing on the scene, he couldn't help but chuckled slightly. He covered his mouth and said to the entourage: "This boy, really overbearing. ."

Surrounded by his teammates, Wang Ai ran back and noticed Gao Hongbo who was standing on the sideline like a stick. He blinked at him, and Lao Gao immediately smiled and waved his hand unconsciously.

"According to my understanding, this is the opposite." In the CCTV live broadcast hall, Liu Chunming calmed his excitement: "Are the two armies facing each other? The more you ask me to do, the less I will do. From the opening. In less than a minute, the Spanish team originally wanted to defend firmly at the beginning, but the Chinese team didn't meet your expectations, so they attacked at the beginning."

"Little Wanger's condition today is unexpectedly good." Xu Genbao commented: "With his previous ability, the success rate of this kind of ball will not exceed 10%. This is considered a risky trick, and it is a fluke."

Lao Liu suddenly chuckled, "Everyone asked me what I found. I'm sure now. Look at his legs and knees."

Xu Genbao suddenly said: "He didn't wear a knee pad? Oh!"

Bai Yansong and Zhang Bin stopped talking when Old Xu said such a sentence, and were anxious. What do they mean?

"You can understand his knee pads as protection and self-inhibition. I said why he suddenly became stronger. Minister Liu is wearing it all the time, right? It is also in my impression."

Old Liu smiled all over his face: "Yes, what we see today is his strongest state."

Bai Yan said quickly: "Do you still bring this?"

Zhang Bin sighed: "My pores are all open."

The court kicked off again. The Spanish team was not in a hurry. There was gossip in the live broadcast room. Bai Yansong said: "I remember that at the World Cup in Korea and Japan eight years ago, there was a saying that he was a little king. Deceived the whole world."