Reborn on Top of Football

In the 33rd minute of the first half, the young Brazilian player, who was overwhelmed by the Chinese team, fouled frequently, and was finally caught by the referee and awarded a direct free kick. The Chinese fans immediately cheered when they saw this, which made Wang Ai, who had no intention of making a free throw, be pushed to the penalty spot by his teammates: Everyone wants to see you at this time!

If we kicked and scored, it would be fine, but if we didn’t score, we would have to complain.

Come on, boss!

While Wang Ai was making preparations, Xu Qinglian was busy coping with the congratulations from the sisters: "Tong Xi, Tong Xi."

Xiao Li looked at Xu Qinglian, who was smiling and handing hands in all directions. He was a little ridiculous. After the commotion was over, he whispered, "You are really married, and Captain Wang always loves to hand over like this."

"Really?" Xu Qinglian asked, thinking about it and shaking her head: "No, he's not as pretty as me in women's clothes."

Xiao Li rolled his eyes: "You're pretty, you're right? Tell me eight hundred times a day. Why aren't the other Yingkou girls I know like you?"

"All Yingkou." Xu Qinglian swiped in the direction of this world-renowned stadium, as if standing on Shuilazi Mountain overlooking her hometown: "I'm the only one."

Xiao Li sighed and lowered his head: "I really can't stand you, how could Captain Wang endure it?"

"Don't you talk about husband and wife? Do you think it's all my true colors? No, I was a shy and pure little girl. It was all because of him. When I was young and ignorant, I kidnapped me when I was cheating money in Yingkou. I." Xu Qinglian sang three sighs and said, "After being shameless with him for a long time, I won't be me anymore."

Xiao Li applauded: "No wonder everyone says that you two are a good match. Most people can't keep up with this idea."

Just as Xu Qinglian was about to say something, she suddenly stopped and grabbed Xiao Li's hand: "I'll tell you later, I'm going to kick."

Just now because Zhao Xuri protested that the Brazilian team was too close to the wall, he was delayed, and he was ready now. With the whistle of the referee, Wang Ai, who had withdrawn five or six steps, almost swayed and started, approaching the football unhurriedly before pulling out.

About 22 meters away from the goal, the football goes around diagonally above the human wall and hangs precisely in the upper right corner of the goal.

He Wei was hoarse in the live broadcast: "Lifting the weight as lightly as the weightlifting! Captain Wang's goal has been out of the rut and the shadow of other people, and has become a relaxed free-kick combination of his various direct free-kick techniques. This is a pair of skills. The feet used for painting are a pair of feet that can be used to pick fishbone..."

At this time, the Chinese fans were happy, or they would have to complain about Poet He. After scoring the goal, Wang Ai was surrounded by teammates, but he was obviously not very excited. Many Chinese fans were waiting for him with their arms raised. Some of them even swayed their upper bodies in a hurry. The accompanying Zhao Xuri patted Wang Ai on the shoulder: "Boss, let's dance, the fans have ordered food."

Wang Ai suddenly realized that, and couldn't help laughing while pointing at the stand. The big tree dance was just a matter of interest at first, and later, after the suggestion of Cons and the consent of the family, it became a move for him to create a personal popular symbol... But Wang Ai himself is more casual, so he left Bayern after leaving Bayern. , After leaving the Allianz Arena and returning to the national team, he subconsciously forgot.

Unexpectedly, fans still remember.

All right.

Wang Ai ran to the sidelines, raised his arms high, and swayed left and right three times at a rhythmic frequency. Half of the main stand was full of fans dancing with them. The atmosphere was grand and enthusiastic, uniform and full of passion.

The referee did not stop the Oriental Super Giants, the only presence in this Confederations Cup, and of course Wang Ai did not waste time, which is interesting. Anyway, there are countless cameras, and it is enough to leave this scene, enough for countless aftertastes in the future.

The game resumed, and the Brazilian team seemed to have come to the aftertaste. The teenagers no longer wanted to listen to Scolari because they scored three goals in a row, and the offensive and defensive organization was chaotic with a trace of sharpness. Instead, Lao Gao warned the players loudly not to let their guard down because their opponents were in chaos, because the Brazilian team as a whole has not been very tidy, so it relies on the small-scale soul-like cooperation of three or two people.

The Chinese team in the field responded calmly to the Brazilian teenagers' every move, and the women in the stands began to get involved again.

"Captain Wang's ball just now was really a coincidence?" Xiao Li just listened to He Wei's explanation and asked Xu Qinglian.

"No." Xu Qinglian decisively dismantled the stage: "At least this ball is definitely not, he is not in good physical condition, and he chooses this easy way because he lacks confidence in various extreme free-kick techniques."

"But it's beautiful."

"Yeah. But isn't the way he played in the past more beautiful?" Xu Qinglian shook her head: "It's obviously unnecessary, he only needs to ensure a certain speed and placement. In fact, there is no arc, and goalkeepers generally have nothing to do. Thrall is already the best goalkeeper in the world, even if Kahn comes back, or Buffon comes back."

"So you can't defend against free kicks?"

"No, but it's not the same as the usual shot. The usual shot is not so calm, and the choice is not so big. We have calculated that as long as the speed of more than 100 kilometers is guaranteed, and the landing point is outside the control range of the goalkeeper, The football will arrive faster than the goalkeeper. Unless the goalkeeper starts before he kicks, it must be very lucky, or it is almost impossible to stop." Xu Qinglian said: "There are two restrictions on direct free kicks, one It's a human wall, and the other is the footwork. The human wall is no longer a problem for most of the current shooters, but the footwork is still a problem. After all, football is round, or leather, smooth, and sneakers are also leather. Skin……"

Xiao Li suddenly burst into laughter: "Skin rubs skin..."

Xu Qinglian paused for a while, and seemed to be incessant: "A round object was hit by an irregular object, and it was very slippery. It is not easy to control the landing point, and it is still so far away. Computers can only rely on the feeling accumulated by experience, so even his hit rate is only a little more than 40%, and he often blows away... Well, well, the explanation is over."

"Ha!" Xu Qinglian rubbed her hands together: "You dare to be a hooligan with me!"

Xiao Li screamed and dodged left and right. Fortunately, the stadium was noisy and no one could hear what the girlfriends of the two big-name players were saying. The other ladies were either watching the game seriously or whispering, and many others The fun of Xu Qinglian and Xiao Li.

They are so relaxed, naturally, because the game on the field has been controlled by the Chinese team, not only football but also the rhythm. In order to prevent the Brazilian teenager from losing his mind, the Chinese team did not take the opportunity to chase, but waited steadily for the end of the half.

At 3:48 a.m. BJ time, when the windows of many fans were already dimly lit, the first half of the game ended with a hat-trick of Wang Ai, and the Chinese team ended 3:0 as the host.