The World’s First, Second and Third are Me

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

At that moment, tens of millions of Chinese people were cheering Dong Fangzhuo's name, hugging and screaming together.

At the Allianz Arena, the little Chinese fans ignited the enthusiasm of the stadium.

Fans in front of the TV awakened the sleeping people in every community.

Hao Haidong was crying in the stands.

Li Ming cried,

Ma Mingyu cried,

Li Yi, who failed to catch the World Cup and bought drunk in the bar, also cried.

Even the leaders of the Football Association sitting in the VIP seat also left tears.

This ball has been waiting for too long,

Dong Fangzhuo shook off his teammates, struggling to reach the corner flag, his eyes already wet.

Reborn to now, he only shed tears twice,

For the first time, see my mother again,

The second time, it was this goal.

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

Zheng Zhi finally hugged him behind him for the first time and couldn't help shouting his name.

Then, the teammates came over one after another...

"Crazy,"

"too crazy!"

German live reporter, the famous model Heidi Klum looked at Dong Fangzhuo in disbelief and felt the crazy atmosphere of the scene.

This is Germany, Munich, how does it feel to be the home of the Chinese team?

In the stands, the original white ocean is now more and more red...

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"Oh, Dong,"

"This goal is so beautiful,"

Sky Sports also broadcast the game live, and Reinkel sighed as he watched the slow-motion goal replay.

"Dong's footsteps have gone to the world, he will start trying to conquer the world."

"England, why aren't they so divine!"

"We need Dong, Rooney, did you see it?"

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Tunisian coach Le Mer is sullen and looks down at the turf without saying a word. If you can, I really want to find a place to go quietly.

A Manchester United striker disrupted all his pre-match deployments. Undeniably, I really underestimated the Chinese team and Manchester United striker.

In these few minutes of lightning strike, the Chinese team won...

Beep--

The game resumed, and the Tunisian players were in a state of confusion. The ball had just been sent to the foot of striker Jaziri. Zhao Xuri stole the ball from his foot, and then he handed it to Zheng Zhi again.

Zheng Zhi made a long pass, looking for Mao Jianqing this time.

Mao Jianqing led the ball forward with his left foot and almost tore the Tunisian defense line. Fortunately, the opponent's right defender was still calm and poke the ball directly out of the sideline.

Shao Jiayi vigorously threw the ball into the big penalty area of ​​Tunisia and was finally released.

Midfielder Munari found Hijave with a high ball. His high point turned out to be a tactical fulcrum for Tunisia. He gave the ball to Shadley who was inserted on the right. Shedley went forward to attack Sun Xiang, Sun Xiang and his hard resistance Towards the bottom line, although he suffered a physical loss, he stumbled stupidly that did not allow Shadley to break through, but also hit the ball out of the bottom line.

"Sun Xiang is good. His staring is tight, although his body is not good."

"Dong Fangzhuo also came back from the opponent's corner."

In the 9th minute, Shadley took a corner kick from the right side. The ball was very thief. The ball landed at the back point, and halfback Haji quickly inserted in the back row.

"Danger!"

Between the electro-optical flints, Haji ejected a bullet from the earth 7 meters in front of the door.

Boom--

The ball came out of the post.

"Pay attention to the players plugged into the back row. The Tunisian players are big and easy to grab the landing point."

"Can't give them such an opportunity, but still have to be more focused."

Klauchen stood on the sidelines, whispered a few words to the translator, and then the translator shouted Zheng Zhi on the field twice, making two gestures. It seemed that Klauchen signaled Zheng Zhi to control the rhythm.

Sure enough, the Chinese team's rhythm slightly slowed down, not as fast as it started. But the midfield battle is still fierce. Especially on the two sides, Mao Jianqing and Qu Bo did not dare to be lazy. They always fluttered on the side in the first time, so as not to let the opponent easily pass the ball.

"madman,"

"It's crazy!"

"They are like crazy dogs."

The Tunisian fans in the stands cannot understand why Chinese players are so crazy, that is, they must fight every ball in the frontcourt, which makes Tunisian players feel uncomfortable. In the national team's game, it is rarely possible to play such a tight game, and the united Chinese team is now stunned by Tunisia.

"Jiayi."

After a comeback, the ball was at the foot of Zheng Zhi, he passed the ball to Shao Jiayi, and then he quickly followed.

The sunset at the Allianz Stadium landed on Zheng Zhi, with a beautiful shadow. Zheng Zhi felt that he was so light, he could not wait to catch up with Shao Jiayi, this was the happiest game he played.

Shao Jia sticks a ball to his feet and skillfully controls the ball in front of Namxi. When Namxi is up, he returns the ball to Zheng Zhi.

Unwittingly, Zheng Zhi has taken the ball over the half of Tunisia. Looking up, Dong Fangzhuo was running towards him, and he calmly pushed the ball forward.

Never has a striker made him feel so solid.

When Dong Fangzhuo ran back, the left foot hit the ball, which was a heel kick, and quickly turned to the right to start.

The movement is not gorgeous, nor soft, but it is quite practical and rude. Haji who follows him can only stretch his thigh and put Dong Fangzhuo down.

Beep!

The whistle of the Australian referee sounded and awarded the Chinese team a free kick 28 meters away.

"The middle road of the big restricted area is 28 meters away. At this position, Shao Jiayi can come on foot."

"His left foot can play a beautiful arc."

"Of course, Zheng Zhi is fine too,"

"Well, Shao Jiayi finally came."

Shao Jiayi, with a flat head and a sweat on his feet, stood in front of the ball and stared at it for a long time, waiting for the referee to whistle.

The tall figure he shot the ball, like a beautiful dancer. The ball kicked out from the left foot crossed the wall of the person, and like a razor towards the upper right corner.

The Tunisian goalkeeper flew up in the air, but his eyes flashed with despair.

Can't do it!

Ding--

The ball hit the corner and bounced back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tunisian left-back Remari was not distracted, he jumped a barb and cleared the ball.

Applause burst into the stands.

This is a beautiful barb!

but,

In the middle of the restricted area, Zhao Xuri's figure flew out quickly, and he ran to the ball that was still flying in the air.

"Zhao Xuri!"

"Volley volley!"

At that moment, Zhao Xuri was like the big air wing in "Football Captain".

Left foot volley!

Swish

The ball that had just landed on the turf was instantly hit by Zhao Xuri's left foot, and was quickly spun from the front of the big penalty area, bringing an external arc, flying over the head of Tunisia midfielder Buaziqi, His line of sight followed the ball subconsciously, only to see Bumnigel standing in front of the door again rushed to the ball.

Snapped--

A perfect save, the experienced Tunisian goalkeeper just touched the ball with his right palm.

It's dangerous, he sighed for a moment, but he didn't want to be dumbfounded for the next second.

what!

Bumnigel's eyes watched in amazement as Mao Jianqing rushed near the bottom line, and swept the ball to the middle with his left foot.

At that moment, Bomnigel's feeling was that there were Chinese people everywhere!

attack,

never stop!

The middle road was struggling, Dong Fangzhuo moved away from the rabbit, Jia Yidi failed to keep up with Dong Fangzhuo's footsteps, Haji's hands grabbed Dong Fangzhuo's arm out of the blood stain, but was unable to prevent Dong Fangzhuo from rushing to the small restricted area like a bulldozer. Pass.

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"The goal is scored!"

"The goal is scored!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"Dong Fangzhuo scored twice!"

"Who dares to cross the sword immediately, only me General Dong!"

drink!

Dong Fangzhuo waved his **** right arm, hissing long...