The World’s First, Second and Third are Me

Vol 2 Chapter 774: It's a man or a ghost

Snapped,

The ball hit the side net heavily, which was more than twenty centimeters away.

Amunia's eyes were stunned, and he was completely lost.

In the stands, Fabregas, the young captain of the gunman, wiped his face and shouted:

"Is there no one stopping him?"

"What do you all eat?"

"How could he get him to shoot so easily?"

Fabregas is very dissatisfied with the performance of his teammates on the court, he thinks there is a chance to stop Dong Fangzhuo.

But Rosicky's farts around him were not put away, but he was quietly holding his chin, but he was thinking, Dong Fangzhuo was hard to prevent, you may not be able to do it on the court...

Then Arsenal finally got an opportunity to hit the Inter Milan penalty area. Nasri used his skilled footwork to make Cambiasso lose his position. Cambiasso left him with a foul. However, the free kick that Nasri personally shot hit the wall, then the Danish Bentner caught up with the goal and Cesar firmly pressed the ball under him.

As the game progressed, Arsenal gradually adapted to Inter Milan's oppressive play and gradually regained its disadvantage. However, Inter Milan players are still more brutish than Arsenal players in the midfield, Arsenal have always played a little unresolved.

In the 22nd minute, Zanetti crossed on the right, Dong Fangzhuo shook at the front point, and the ball hit the ball in Balotelli's calf. Unfortunately, Balotelli did not realize the missed opportunity of the ball's accurate position.

"Is this an assist?"

Balotelli murmured.

This is too much about his skills...

Arsenal players immediately counterattacked. Toure made a long pass to Nasri. Nasri made a diagonal pass on the left side. Van Persie shot the earth at the far corner of the header at 7 yards to the right of the Inter Milan penalty area.

"Both sides need a goal,"

"But it's a little bit worse."

"Whoever opens the goal account first will be able to control the situation. Inter Milan may not need a victory, just an away goal..."

"It's a draw, which is enough for Inter Milan."

Huang Jianxiang analyzed.

Zhang 6 shook his head, "No, I think Mourinho is not just satisfied with a draw and an away goal."

"If it is another team, there may be such an idea, but Wenger's Arsenal? Mourinho is quite experienced. And Arsenal have a characteristic in the Champions League, they can play away, but the home is always Culvert overturned..."

"You see Inter Milan being so fierce in the midfield and frontcourt, they certainly won't want a draw. Dong Fangzhuo's running range is particularly large today, almost covering the midfield."

In the 25th minute, Dong Fangzhuo received the ball in the middle and sent a direct pass. Diaby failed to tackle the ground. Crespo left the ball to form a single shot into the penalty area and shot at a small angle at 8 yards!

Snapped,

Armonia sealed the bottom line with his body.

"Amunia's reaction is quite amazing, Crespo can shoot this goal, Inter Milan once again missed the opportunity to score!"

The corner kicked out and Armunia took the ball steadily.

"A good goalkeeper is the top half of the team, and now Armunia feels like this, but Arsenal are not weak teams, and should not let Armunia perform so well!"

"It feels that Dong Fangzhuo is really suitable for the front waist position, so his running position is very flexible, although Denilson and Diaby keep marking him in turn, but his position is not fixed, unlike in the forward position, always Being stared at halfway by the centre-back will give him the advantage of passing."

After 1 minute, Arsenal got another chance. Van Persie took Bentner's right pass and shook his head to the right post to miss the post.

"Arsenal have few shots, but they can't catch it. This should make Wenger feel helpless. You see, he almost wants to kick in shoes now..."

Since then Inter Milan still has the upper hand, but neither side has made any achievements in the first half hour, and the score is still o:o.

Dong Fangzhuo gradually moved his position forward. In the 36th minute, he leaned against Toure in front of Arsenal's big penalty area and directly knocked the ball back to Stankovic. Stankovic shot a kick at 16 yards. , But his left foot shot missed high!

Dong Fangzhuo shook his head a little helplessly. His teammates were too good at wasting opportunities. Too much opportunities would be punished, so he decided to solve the problem himself.

He dribbled more in the middle, knowing Diaby next to him the most.

In the 38th minute, Mai Kong rushed up, and Zanetti made two consecutive hits against the wall, and finally gave the ball to Dong Fangzhuo.

Dong Fangzhuo pretended to put the ball straight into Maicon, but shook Diaby, and then strode the ball forward to the middle road. Denilson on the left hurried over to fill the seat. Dong Fangzhuo pulled the ball back to his right foot .

Only a little adjustment, suddenly kicked the door!

25 feet away from the goal, a shocking long shot made Amunia flat-footed.

Suddenly, Amunia didn't expect Dong Fangzhuo to suddenly take a long shot!

boom--

A leaf fell to the bottom right corner of the goal.

"Falling leaves!"

Looking at the arc that was born, the audience exclaimed almost in unison.

Uh--

The ball went straight into the net nest!

"The goal is scored!"

"Scoring is actually so simple, it doesn't take much effort."

"Dong Fangzhuo's eighth Champions League goal this season."

"In the 38th minute, Inter Milan lead 1:0 away."

"A problem that teammates can't solve, he solved it personally, isn't that a goal? Seeing you played so hard, wasting so many opportunities, it is better to come by yourself!"

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"Goooooooooooooooooooooa1!"

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooa1!"

"DFgooooooooooooooooa1! Long time gone, beautiful long-range goal, hell, the score of this ball has not broken the record, I thought he would score a 186 goal!"

At Sky TV, Reinkel roared out, "Martin, you lost, you owe me £1, I have money to buy breakfast tomorrow."

"I always said that I would definitely score in the first half. Dong couldn't bear to let o:o's score be dragged to the end of the first half. I said that when teammates can't solve the problem of scoring, he will definitely stand up. ."

"Yo, the professor's face is so ugly. This is Dong's 15th goal against Arsenal, right? It should be this stat. Buster, absolute buster. There is a reason why the spinach company does not give him odds. ..."

"Inter Milan scored first on the road, which is very unfavorable for Arsenal, they must press out to fight, otherwise the dream of staying in the Champions League will be shattered."

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After seeing Dong Fangzhuo scoring a goal, a huge banner immediately appeared on the stands of the Emirates Stadium. The banner was awesome with Dong Fangzhuo's head, but it was filled with all kinds of incomprehensible spells.

Huang Jianxiang was delighted at first glance. "Why did Arsenal fans go? The cursed banner should be brought out earlier. Dong Fangzhuo all scored goals. They thought of this trick..."

"Although this trick is useless..."

"Winger is still looking forward to the end of the first half quickly. See if he can come up with a way to equalize the score at halftime. He can consider Henry sitting in the VIP stand. If Henry is on the field, maybe Arsenal will not. Sorrow scored, but unfortunately Henry is no longer an Arsenal."

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"Waldfak, let me just say, give this guy even a little space to shoot, he will get in trouble! Now that's good, he's behind." Fabregas in the stands spread out his hands and felt the ball lost Very helpless.

"Actually, you can kick him in advance and should not give him a shot!"

"Too stupid, too stupid, too stupid!"

Fabregas was very emotional...

Beep,

The game resumed, Arsenal did not rush to attack, but fell to the ground firmly, perhaps in the eyes of Arsenal players, after a few minutes of running out of time, anyway, can not score the ball.

Nasri and Denilson passed the ball slowly in the midfield, and finally Denilson passed the ball to the left. The ball was not fast, but the responding Van Persie was too slow.

Maikong suddenly came out and broke the ball before Van Persie.

"Macon!"

"Maccon snatched the ball from Van Persie, and he drove the ball forward quickly. Only Krish was guarding in front."

Swish,

Maikong scored the ball confidently, without any hesitation~www.wuxiaspot.com~Arsenal's backcourt was a bit empty, but Amunia did not dare to go back. He seemed to have prepared for the attack in advance!

Diaby pulled down the sidelines, trying to prevent Maicon from continuing to break through.

Maikong didn't hesitate at all and swept the ball directly to the middle.

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

Dong Fangzhuo ran so fast that he did not give Denilson a chance to catch up.

Good shot!

Dong Fangzhuo praised Mai Kong's passing and found the benefits.

Facing the ball, the right foot is opened, Dong Fangzhuo is the instep of the foot!

"what!"

"Drop shot!"

Armonia hurried back! Under the consternation, there was some confusion, and the pace was staggering.

"Oops, oops, oops..."

I saw the awkward Armunia constantly retreating from the front of the big penalty area. When retreating to the small penalty area line, he couldn't help but the whole person jumped. The flight speed of the ball was faster than his retreat. More, he had to try to jump to touch the ball.

However, he didn't feel it, he took it for granted!

"The goal is scored!"

"Amunia did not touch the ball, the ball flew directly into the net nest!"

"This is a level shot from 45 meters away!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"2:o, the 9th Champions League goal!"

Buzz...

The entire Arsenal fans watched Dong Fangzhuo play Amunia with a level hanging shot, that was no way.

"Asshole,"

"Asshole!"

"Why is he again!"

"Why is this guy a ghost? Why do he even shoot? Is he really a human?"