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"Substitution, Mr. Inacio replaced Paul Murray with No. 10 player Chris Qiu. This is the last substitution of Belamal in this game. Mr. Inacio put his treasure on this young man.

On the guy. Charge, Chris! We need heroes!"

"Chris Qiu, a Portuguese Chinese, is 19 years old this year, 1.85 meters tall and weighs 83 kilograms... Oh, he got the ball, beautiful! A very agile pass, he solved Mikita!"

"Chris, charge!"

Migueti, the commentator of Aveiro City Sports, suddenly jumped up from the commentary box and roared with excitement.

This was the first time Qiu Ze got the ball since he came on the field, and he was not nervous because of it. Seeing Mikita rushing towards him with all his teeth and claws, Qiu Ze deftly left his back to Mikita.

The scene was filled with joy, and the Beiramar fans, who had been silent for most of the game, suddenly burst out, waving their flags crazily and shouting loudly.

As if seeing hope, the Bellamar fans waved their fists and roared loudly into the stadium: "Chris, charge!"

In the press box, Joao Consantis frowned slightly when he saw Qiu Ze passing the ball.

"Boy, kill them and charge!" Paul Murray, who had just sat on the bench, leaned forward, his eyes firmly against Qiu Ze, and murmured hopefully.

After wiping Mikita, Qiu Ze laid down the football hard, and quickly chased the football with long strides like lightning. His legs that moved rapidly on the ground were like rocket boosters, making Qiu Ze

Ze's body surged forward.

Although Qiu Ze's predecessor was called "Chinese Messi", his idol is actually Kaka, and what he admires most is Kaka's long strides and rapid dribbling of the ball.

At this time, Qiu Ze was like a replica of Kaka at his peak, striding with the ball towards Boavista's half.

"Ouch! My God! It's so fast! My God, how did he do it? Is he an alien?" Miguetti, the commentator of Aveiro City Sports, opened his eyes wide in shock.

call.

Quick! Qiu Ze on the court is like a yellow-black lightning.

At this time, if Qiu Ze were placed in the NBA, he would be Tony Parker, the French sports car, Flash Wade, and Iverson. If placed in the track and field, he would be Lightning Bolt, sprint emperor Powell, China

Flying man Liu Xiang...

Fast! Suffocatingly fast!

Watching Chris Qiu's game so close for the first time, the Bellamar fans felt that it was difficult to breathe. The impact this guy brought to them was simply too shocking. At this time, they couldn't help but admire Qiu.

Ze was full of confidence.

"Chris, charge! Belamar, charge!" Belamar fans shouted at the top of their lungs, cheering for the team.

Bang! Qiu Ze, who was chasing the football quickly, didn't seem to see Boavista midfielder Dimya in front of him, and he threw the football away hard.

"Idiot!" Joao Consantis in the press box was a little worried when he saw Qiu Ze's lightning-fast dribbling speed, but when he saw Qiu Ze's action, he put it down again

At the same time, I cursed secretly in my heart.

"Ah! This ball was a little too big for Chris, it's over now." Migueti, the commentator of Aveiro City Sports, said with a frown and regret.

"A young man." Boavista's midfielder Dimya couldn't help but sigh in amusement when he saw Qiu Ze ruthlessly giving the football to him.

Boavista midfielder Dimya's movements are not slow. He takes a quick step forward to control the football at his feet.

Seeing this, the head coach of Boavista breathed a sigh of relief. The young man's series of dribblings just now made him feel cold. Fortunately, this guy is just a young man.

"Oops!" All the Bellamar fans at the scene couldn't help but sigh with regret. What a pity! It seems that this kid is still too young.

Dimya stretched his legs with a relaxed expression, preparing to control the football.

Suddenly, a bolt of yellow-black lightning flashed along with a gust of wind, and the football under Dimia's feet disappeared.

Demiya looked astonished as if she had been struck by lightning!

"Oh my God! What is that?" Everyone was stunned, their brains seemed to be empty all of a sudden, and their whole minds went blank.

"Impossible! This is not true!" João Consantis in the press box jumped up from his seat and stared at the man on the court with a ghostly expression.

The yellow and black figure wearing the No. 10 jersey.

"Wow! He passed by Dimia!" Migueti, the commentator of Aveiro City Sports, cheered excitedly, "He passed by when everyone was not optimistic about him. Oh my God,

This is an amazing boy."

Boom! The entire Aveiro Stadium burst into cheers, and the fans in Beiramar were going crazy. This kid is really a magical little sports car.

Qiu Ze is not a fool. He dared to lay Qiu out so harshly because he was confident in his own speed. At the same time, this also took advantage of the opponent's underestimation of the enemy.

Just when Dimiya was about to touch the football, Qiu Ze, who was running quickly with long strides, stretched out his long legs and dunked the football to the side. The football quickly passed by Dimiya. At the same time, Qiu Zeru

Changing direction like lightning, he ran in a rapid "Z" shape and passed Dimiya.

After passing Dimiya, Qiu Ze still did not slow down and rushed towards Boavista's penalty area with rapid strides.

Crazy! This young boy is crazy!

On the sidelines, Boavista's head coach saw Qiu Ze's crazy behavior and his brows jumped involuntarily: "Stop him! Stop him!"

The people of Boavista felt the crisis, and everyone couldn't help but become nervous. Boavista's center back Moreno felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

The people in Bellamar on the sidelines were also very nervous. They all clasped their hands and prayed for this magical boy.

"Stop him! Cut off the legs of that yellow-skinned monkey!" In the press box, João Consantis roared in his heart with a ferocious face.

After breaking through Dimiya, Qiu Ze rushed towards Boavista's penalty area. Beiramar's two forwards immediately pulled to both sides, leaving the gap in the middle to Qiu Ze.

The two forwards of Belamal pulled slightly to the side, and Boavista's center backs were in trouble. Should they follow the two forwards of Belamal? Or should they attack Qiu Ze?

At this time, center back Moreno, who was leaning on Rui Lima's side, heard the coach's crazy shouts.

"Okay, stop him!" Moreno's eyes tightened and he made a decision in his mind. He immediately left Rui Lima behind him and rushed out quickly towards Qiu Ze.

The advantage of dribbling with the head up was immediately apparent. Moreno's reaction was all in Qiu Ze's eyes. At the same time, he also saw Rui Lima behind Moreno.

Pass the ball! Qiu Ze immediately swung his leg. He didn't want Moreno, who was making a crazy save, to ruin his wonderful pass.

"Moreno made the save, and Rui Lima was free. Can the wonder boy see it?" Aveiro Migueti, the City Sports Union's director, said extremely nervously, "Oh, he saw it.

Pass the ball..."

The excitement rolling in the hearts of the Beiramar fans suddenly rushed to their throats, waiting to explode.

"Oh my God! Magical boy, he didn't pass the ball, fake dunk, he dunked past Moreno and entered the penalty area of ​​Boavista, opportunity!" Miguetti opened the back of his throat, like

Roaring like a tiger in the East Mountain.

At the moment when he rushed out, Moreno saw Qiu Ze kicking the ball and he was shocked. He immediately braked and leaned back. He couldn't let Qiu Ze pass the ball over, because Rui?

Lima is already empty.

However, the moment he braked and took a step back, Qiu Ze, who was making a passing gesture, flicked his ankle and dunked the football into the penalty area with a fake dunk.

It's over! Moreno's eyes went dark and he cried out in pain. On the sidelines, Boavista's head coach also felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face covered with black light.

Qiu Ze did not hesitate when he spiked the ball. He rushed into the penalty area at lightning speed, passed the defense of Boavista's two central defenders, and directly faced Boavista's goalkeeper Contento.

All the Beiramar fans stood up and looked at the back of No. 10 in the Boavista penalty area with hopeful eyes. Some of them clasped their hands in anticipation; some of their wrist companions were waiting; they

Some raised their hands and cheered...

At this time, the people of Bellamar only had Qiu Ze's glorious back in their eyes, and there was only Qiu Ze in their world.

On the sidelines, Beiramar's head coach Inacio Augusto clenched his fists and stared at the back of the yellow and black No. 10 with his body trembling slightly. On the bench, Beiramar's substitute players were scrambling to stretch their arms.

Long neck, looking towards Boavista's penalty area...

"Belamar - charge!" Migueti, the commentator of Aveiro City Sports, raised his fist and roared.

"Ah!" Boavista goalkeeper Contento shouted and rushed out with extraordinary momentum. He hoped that he could suppress this young boy with momentum.

However, Qiu Ze was not affected at all when facing him. He passed the ball horizontally very calmly, and Boavista's goalkeeper completely lost the threat.

"Empty goal!" Migueti, the commentator of Aveiro City Sports, screamed in a tearful voice.

Bang! In the press box, a pale-faced João Consantis fell down on his chair, his eyes empty.

Qiu Ze did not let the opportunity slip away in front of him. He caught up with the football and swiped the ball hard. The football hit Boavista's goal like a shell.

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal..." Miguetti, the commentator at the Aveiro City Stadium, cheered passionately.

"The goal is in! The goal is in! Chris Qiu, this miraculous boy who is only 19 years old, broke through the barrier alone, passed four people in a row, and scored a dream goal!" Migueti was already excited.

No more, "Is this Maradona playing for our Beiramar?"

"Chris! Chris! Chris!" the excited and uniform shouts of Beiramar fans rang out in the Aveiro Stadium.

"Dong dong dong!" In the stands, at the front, the shirtless fishermen of Belamal were beating the big drums excitedly. The sound of the drums was as loud as war drums on the battlefield.

Around the drummer, eight fans wearing Belamal yellow and black jerseys waved eight Belamal team flags passionately. The flags fluttered in the wind with great joy.

Behind them, thousands of Bellamar fans were jumping and shouting. Every time they shouted Chris's name twice, they collectively stretched out their right hands to the sky. The scene was so spectacular.

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