"It's a false alarm, haha!"

Ramos, who was sitting in the stands, breathed a sigh of relief. He laughed and poked his teammate beside him, "But that kid ran so fast, right?"

"Yes, it's so fast..." A smile appeared on Kaka's face.

He remembered himself, a healthy self was as unstoppable as the wind. Whether in Italy or the whole of Europe, all the defenders were trembling before this storm.

He saw the shadow of his peak in this little guy eight years younger than him, but... his human-ball combination is much lighter than his! His dribbling posture is much more chic and elegant!

I don’t know who I learned about this Red No. 8 ball control, so how does it have the flavor of South American street football?

Kaka frowned.

Ajax's technical coach...isn't Borgkamp? How could he teach such a casual student?

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Borgkamp doesn't have time to care whether his students' dribbling posture looks good or not. He is now like Van Basten, only concerned about whether Long Shute's attack will end like this hastily.

Everyone knows the importance of this counterattack. However, if they can equalize the score, there will be suspense in the outcome of this game...

"Long Shute... didn't give up!"

The first commentator who reacted was the director Zhang Lu, thousands of miles away. Through the reading glasses, two rays of light seemed to radiate in his eyes.

In the live broadcast screen, the red figure fell, landed, and then chased towards the ball that was rising up!

The air flew just now only lasted for less than 0.3 seconds, and his sprint momentum was slightly paused and he increased again!

Mourinho on the coaching seat put down his legs, sat upright with his upper body, and seemed to leave the seat at any time.

Van Basten was so nervous that he didn't move any movement. He just clutched his trouser pocket with his hands, which could be teared at any time!

The ball bounced a little high, flew directly over Pepe's head and fell towards the open space between him and Carvalho.

The distance between the two defenders was about five or six meters, which was a safe and dangerous distance, so Carvalho was ready to step forward to clear the ball, and Pepe also turned around and chased back.

Pepe, who chose to play for Portugal, is actually a Brazilian, but his football is not like a player from the football kingdom at all. He has a hot personality and is brave. Once he gets excited, he will lose his mind and make some actions that transcend professional ethics. From this perspective, he actually has a common language with Suarez.

Pepe's previous attack was very fierce, so while he braked and turned around, the most terrifying sprinter in the field had already chased him!

Do you want to foul?

This thought flashed through Pepe's mind.

I, Pepe, are proficient in all kinds of martial arts... which trick to solve him?

Black tiger fist? Sweeping the hall legs? Fitting the mountain back? Mandarin duck crutches? Driving the magic whip? Mount Tai pressing the elbow? Or killing the deathly scissors' feet?

When the learned monk was still struggling, he saw that his opponent had exceeded one position and his ordinary moves were no longer enough to stop him, so he could only rush forward with his teeth and gritted his teeth.

The ball hasn't landed yet!

He will definitely slow down when he unloads the ball!

That is your best opportunity!

Pepe's mind was almost boiling, but he still retained a trace of rational judgment.

So instead of giving up and taking reckless action to destroy the opponent, he chased his opponent tightly, waiting for the last chance.

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The football is falling.

Long Shute must make a decision.

How to deal with this ball?

Pepe behind him was like a fierce hungry wolf, while Carvalho in front of him was like a cunning old fox. As long as he showed his vacancy, they would immediately tear himself to pieces with their sharp minions!

The football is falling.

It has dropped to the level of my eyes.

Long Shute's footsteps were involuntarily paused.

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The red back finally slowed down!

A sudden ecstasy surged in Pepe's heart!

His legs burst out with unprecedented energy at this moment!

He launched his final charge towards the eye-catching 8 words!

I'm catching up with you!

It depends on where you can escape?!

The red back became extremely close at this moment, and as long as he reached out to pull him...

But he will never be able to tell me about it!

The white 8 words suddenly disappeared from Pepe's vision!

Before his pupils could even shrink, he saw a white shadow rushing towards him!

"don't want!"

He heard the other party shout.

Damn it!

Carvalho, you should not block my way!

A huge force hit him!

Pepe's heart felt a little depressed, and his eyes suddenly turned black and he fell to the ground with a look of his head!

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Van Basten opened his mouth wide and finally scratched the pocket of his trousers.

Mourinho suddenly stood up from the seat.

Ramos in the stands was pale.

Suarez, who was dozens of meters away, smiled in surprise.

The white scarfs in the hands of 80,000 Real Madrid fans fell off at the same time.

There is no sound at this moment in this magnificent stadium!

Everyone seemed to have held their breath.

Everyone was trembling at the scene that was happening on the court!

Long Shute... broke through Real Madrid's second and third defense lines at the same time!

Only Casillas is in front of him!

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"This...how did he pass the defensive player?"

Zhang Lu, who was nearly 60 years old, asked all the audience's thoughts.

But at this moment no one answered his question.

Everyone kept betting on the red figure with this question.

His next move will determine what he was just out of the blue...is a successful work of art or a worthless waste of energy!

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Real Madrid goalkeeper Casillas' throat was a little dry.

Since Long Shute's counterattack began, his attention has always been highly concentrated and has not relaxed, but just a second ago... he saw nothing!

He only saw a ball of red flame running out!

His two teammates have clearly formed a double-team, but why does this guy still appear on the edge of the penalty area without any damage?!

Real Madrid goalkeeper didn't even have the energy to pay attention to Pepe and Carvalho who were flipping up from behind not far away. He only had this red and white No. 8 player in his eyes!

I am the European champion and the double captain of the world champion, and I am the best goalkeeper on this planet...

bring it on!

Fire at me!

Even the goal that Robben was bound to win in the World Cup final could be blocked by me. Ajax No. 8... What kind of flowers can you play?

Casillas had made all the preparations, and he took a step forward, expanded the defense range for another lap, and reduced the opponent's shooting angle by a lap.

bring it on!

Come and shoot!

Casillas roared provocatively!

He wants to destroy the opponent's psychological defense!
To be continued...