World Cup of Great Powers

"Damn, why is this guy so fast?"

Sun Zhi's speed exceeded everyone's expectations.

The Argentinians knew that Jianlibao had three fast forwards, but they didn't expect it to be like this.

In desperation, Bisari, who made a mistake in judgment, had to fly forward by himself.

Facing the opponent's attacking goalkeeper, Sun Zhi raised his right foot and then accelerated forward to the right.

He dribbled the ball to avoid Bisari who fell in front of him.

"It's over!!!" Zhu Guanghu shouted in a low voice.

Just when Zeng Zheng and others were about to cheer, Gary Buell's spikes had already appeared on the side of Sun Zhi's feet.

Phew~~~

After the black sneakers moved more than ten centimeters across the turf, Sun Zhi's supporting foot was scooped up from the side, and his whole body was lifted diagonally into the air.

"Beep!!"

Faced with this fierce tackle, the French referee was unambiguous and pointed directly to the penalty spot.

Then without waiting for Gary Buell to explain, he took out a red card in front of him.

The Argentinian spat bitterly and walked off the court angrily.

He still looked aggrieved.

angry?

What right do you have to be angry?

If you are not as skilled as others, just shovel them down?

If you were tackled by Dazhi outside the penalty area, I would praise you as a man;

But everyone rushes into the penalty area and passes the goalkeeper. You are still making a tackle behind you. This is just going for them!

Just as Zeng Zheng stared at Gary Buel fiercely, the system alarm suddenly sounded.

When I opened Sun Zhi's status bar and took a look, Zeng Zheng was instantly frightened to death.

After picking up the medicine box on the sidelines, Zeng Zheng ran away from his daughter and ran onto the court.

Why are other unrelated personnel not allowed to play without the permission of the referee?

How can I care about you now?

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!!!"

Seeing Zeng Zheng holding a medicine box in his hand, the referee did not stop him.

Rushing to Sun Zhi's side in a few steps, Zeng Zheng first straightened Sun Zhi's left leg and then took out a pair of scissors.

After Zeng Zheng cut off Sun Zhi's socks and the bandage underneath, revealing the swollen ankle underneath, everyone watching at the scene couldn't help but gasp.

"Spread out, spread out!"

Zeng Zheng roared loudly.

Zhang Xiaorui hurriedly dispersed the crowd.

Anyone who has played football knows that when so many people gather together, it is inevitable that the air will not circulate.

The injured team members need fresh air right now.

"Dazhi, be patient!"

Zeng Zheng pressed the condensate with his trembling thumb and sprayed it towards Sun Zhi's ankle.

This is no longer an ankle sprain.

But it has reached the point of bone fracture!

He NND.

Zeng Zheng was furious.

Who would have thought that even in the last minute of the Toulon Cup, one of their own players would suffer a fracture?

Putting on the board, bandaging, the whole set of actions is done in one go.

After fixing Sun Zhi's left leg, Zeng Zheng called over several substitute players and lifted Sun Zhi onto a stretcher.

"Boss Zeng, I'm fine, I just twisted it."

Sun Zhi on the stretcher was still talking harshly, "Penalty kick..."

"Take your M balls! Don't move around, do you hear me?" Zeng Zheng shouted angrily.

"No, Boss Zeng, I don't want to take a penalty kick."

"Then what did you shout?"

"I want Heizi to kick." Seeing that he was about to end, Sun Zhi hurriedly expressed his thoughts.

"Why?"

"Boss Zeng, you see that Dayu has been replaced by you. Only Heizi on the field has the same number of goals as No. 8 on the opposite side."

"If Heizi scores this goal, wouldn't the Golden Boot, Best Player, etc. all belong to Heizi?"

"With 4 goals versus 3 goals, there's no need for the judges to worry about it, right?"

"Fuck, you kid are still thinking about this right now? Is it useful?" Zeng Zheng cursed angrily, but tears welled up in his eyes.

Sun Zhidu is like this, still thinking about his players and the team.

Zeng Zheng couldn't help but remember when he visited Sun Zhi's home, Sun Zhi's parents said "We trust Coach Zeng" and "I will leave my ambition to you"...

Sun Zhi, Sun Zhi, you must not let anything happen to you!

Swallowing hard, Zeng Zheng turned around and shouted at Zhang Xiaorui: "Don't even try to win, let Zhang Xiaorui kick the ball!"

After receiving Zeng Zheng's order, the other Jianlibao team members stopped saying anything.

Hao Wei put the ball into Zhang Xiaorui's hands, and the latter put the ball on the penalty spot himself.

Zhang Xiaorui took a deep breath and looked at the goalkeeper adjusting his gloves in front of him.

From these small movements and the other party's eyes, it can be seen that the other party is more nervous than himself at this time.

After taking a few deep breaths, Zhang Xiaorui forced himself to clear his head of distracting thoughts.

Just now, Zeng Zheng suddenly turned around and shouted for him to kick.

Is this what Sun Zhi requested?

He understands Sun Zhi's character.

As the only "three good students" in the team, Sun Zhi not only has a better brain than his peers, but also gets thumbs up for his conduct as a person.

As for why he had to kick it himself, Zhang Xiaorui could also guess.

As long as he scores this goal, he will completely surpass Riquelme in terms of statistics and will be ranked first in the Toulon Cup.

But can I really score this goal?

Which way will the goalkeeper on the opposite side attack?

There was not much time left for Zhang Xiaorui to think.

As soon as Sun Zhi was carried to the sidelines, the referee blew the whistle.

At this moment, even Zhu Guanghu held his breath for fear of affecting the free throw players on the field.

"Zhang Xiaorui, at this critical moment, you must not let your guard down!"

"This penalty kick was obtained by Dazhi with his left foot!"

Taking another deep breath, Zhang Xiaorui paused and started running.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the ball.

On the arc of the penalty area, the first one to rush into the penalty area was Argentina's Riquelme.

How could he not know what this ball meant to Zhang Xiaorui and himself?

So at this moment, the person who least expected the ball to score was him.

You must not enter, you must not enter!

Riquelme roared in his heart.

The moment he rushed into the penalty area, he seemed to see Bisari saving the penalty kick.

...

Pizzari's body has indeed jumped out.

The moment Zhang Xiaorui touched the ball, he made a judgment in advance and quickly pounced to his left side.

He is gambling.

Bet that a player as talented as Zhang Xiaorui will definitely not play in the direction he is most comfortable with!

But Bisari was only half right.

Zhang Xiaorui did not kick a forward kick, but he also did not kick a reverse kick.

Instead, it was straight and pushed to the center.

Don't call it a camera.

Even the eyes of the fans on the sidelines can catch the path of the ball in the air.

Watching it slowly draw a parabola in the air, falling into the net from above Bizzari's feet.

"Beep!"

The whistle sounds and the goal is valid.

At this moment, a Japanese word appeared in the minds of all the fans at the scene: Nani???

"spoon?"

Seeing Zhang Xiaorui's final choice of shooting method, Zeng Zheng rushed forward and cursed without caring about his image.

"Fuck you MB Zhang Xiaorui for doing such a thing!"

"How dare you play with a spoon at this time?"

"If you don't get in, I will fucking destroy you!"

At this time, Sun Zhi, who was on the ground, was crying and begging towards Zeng Zheng's back: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Chief Zeng, what kind of spoon?"

"Did the ball go in?"

"Don't block me! I can't see you!"