"The English referee's penalty is simply ashamed."

"A few seconds ago, Dong Fangzhuo was hooked to the ground by Ramos. He did not make a penalty. A few seconds later, Villa made a fake fall in the penalty area. He actually awarded a penalty. Either he had a problem with his brain or his eyes were blurred!"

"It's totally unacceptable!"

"He actually awarded a penalty to Spain!"

Sun Jihai refused to do it and immediately rushed to Boer to protest.

"This is a fake fall!"

"This guy pretends to fall!"

Although Boer was also deeply impressed by Sun Jihai, he still shook his fingers and insisted on his own opinion.

"No, this is a penalty,"

"You hooked him up."

Sometimes, once the referee becomes tough, he is simply a super fool, and this is how Boer performs now.

Fuck!

Dong Fangzhuo is still angry, it would be fine if he doesn't punish Ramos for a foul. Why should he give Villa a penalty?

No matter how calm Dong Fangzhuo was, he could not bear such an idiotic punishment.

In the Premier League, although Boer is famous, every time he awards a penalty, he actually has huge controversy. Dong Fangzhuo is very familiar with it. The biggest problem should be that it appears on Ramos...

He turned his head and saw Ramos clapping high with Maniche.

"Grass!"

Without Ramos' hook, there would be no Spain's counterattack, and there would be no Villa's fake fall!

Dong Fangzhuo walked past the referee Boer and looked at Boer meaningfully, saying nothing, but Boer's eyes seemed to be stunned...

Villa came to take the penalty kick himself, stood in front of the penalty kick, and he achieved it in one go.

1:1.

The penalty kick was too simple for Villa, and he did not miss this opportunity.

The happy Spaniards all hugged each other, except for Canisarez standing in front of the goal.

This goal made them so happy, as if the happiest thing in the world had fallen by their side.

“Shameless,”

"So shameless."

"A penalty kick will they fly into the sky?"

"Spain, Spain, once upon a time, did you also rely on penalty kicks to prosper?"

Smack sex,

Dong Fangzhuo applauded gently near the middle circle: "It's okay, just give them a gift, everyone keep cheering,"

"That's true of Spain."

“Continue to play with our characteristics.”

"Brother Hai, there is no problem."

He did not forget to express his support to Sun Jihai...

But after the game started again, Spain seemed to have become calm because of the equalization of the score, at least not in a hurry.

They firmly controlled the ball under their feet and did not rush to attack. They might be worried that the Chinese team would fight back and want to score goals, so they played steadily.

The game seemed a bit dull.

Barcelona's dual-core Xavi and Iniesta firmly control the midfield. The skillful ball control and tacit understanding gave them an absolute advantage on the court. China did not dare to push too much, but it had to be suppressed.

Spain eroded the Chinese team's midfield through continuous passing and dispatch. The penalty kick just now actually hit the Chinese team quite a lot, and everyone was holding their breath. Although they were a little passive at this time, everyone's fighting spirit was quite high. As long as Spain came up with the ball, they would firmly pounce on it and block it.

But this is useless!

When Zhao Xuri rushed towards Iniesta on the right again, Iniesta turned around and pulled the ball halfway, easily knocking off Zhao Xuri away!

Then he immediately beat Sun Jihai and Li Weifeng behind him. This time, Villa had no problem at all.

His coquettish running position made Sun Jihai and Li Weifeng have no choice. Iniesta's pass was rippling and hidden, and even more timely.

The direct pass of the scalpel allowed Villa, who was cognizant to get the ball easily on the left and entered the left side of the penalty area.

Although Spain equalized the score with a penalty kick, you can't deny that their playing style is really awesome.

When Villa got the ball and faced Liu Yunfei alone on the left side of the penalty area, Chinese fans were a little confused.

Since the start of the game, the Chinese team's defense has never encountered such a simple murder.

Villa's right foot made another arc shot, and the ball drew a graceful curve into the far corner. This was his usual confident shooting method.

"well!"

"There is no way, the ball is no problem,"

"But if there was no previous misjudgment, the score would not be 1:2!"

Huang Jianxiang was a little dejected.

Zhang Lu seemed calmer.

"It's already 4:0 in Ukraine, we're 1:2. Now we need to be more calm and not be able to act irresponsible!"

"Our goal is to maintain a good attitude, play the remaining 20 minutes well, and qualify smoothly."

"calm,"

"calm,"

"calm!"

2:1, which also made Spanish players more calm, and Clauchen, who was standing in the command area, was the same. Although his way of doing things was crazy, it did not mean that he was not meticulous or calm.

Although he felt depressed, the most important thing now is to calm down Chinese players and not let the game collapse because of depression. So he kept asking the translator to convey his meaning to the court.

The Chinese team must now play the game in their own way and must not follow the pace of Spain...

Of course, after Spain took the lead, it seemed that it was beginning to feel satisfied. Aragonese also shouted a few words on the sidelines.

After that, Spain's pace became slower and slower, and Barcelona still controlled the ball in the middle and backcourt, and the scene was so stable.

The game passed by minute by minute, and it quickly consumed more than ten minutes. The game scene once became very tacit.

Ramos was even a little bored and kept trying to rush up from the right side, trying to assist his teammates, but the other teammates were not as excited as him and no one paid attention to him. Xavi and Iniesta were more keen on controlling the ball at their feet and controlling the game in the backcourt.

Ramos could only retreat to the right road helplessly...

"If you lose, you lose. Anyway, we can qualify for this score."

"Even if Spain wins, there is nothing to be glorious."

In the stands, the angry Chinese fans also began to find reasons to comfort themselves. After all, this result also allowed the Chinese team to win the second place in the group and enter the top 16.

but,

In the 89th minute, the Spanish players pressed forward, as if they were coming to an end, and they were about to make trouble again.

The Spanish team was in the midfield and Ramos rushed up happily and finally got the pass from his teammates. He sent the ball to the Chinese team's penalty area with a cool look.

Finally, the ball was passed to the Chinese team's penalty area, and Sun Jihai headed the ball into the penalty area before Villa.

Li Weifeng rushed forward with a big step and took the ball under his feet.

Ramos was not stupid. After passing the ball, he immediately ran towards Dong Fangzhuo. As an excellent defender, he would not be so stupid that he made a second mistake again.

Li Weifeng passed the ball to Chen Tao, and Chen Tao sent it out and was looking for Dong Fangzhuo.

Ramos and Dong Fangzhuo ran in the same direction at the same time, and the speed of the two people was comparable at the beginning.

The ball arrived as promised!

Ramos glanced to the right and Maniche arrived!

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"What should he do!"

Huang Jianxiang roared out and was instantly excited.

At this time, Dong Fangzhuo got the ball, one and two, Ramos was on the left and Maniche in the front right!

"ah!"

"Oxtail!"

Dong Fangzhuo skillfully pulled out a ox tail with his right foot, quickly pulled it forward and killed it.

"Maniche was killed! Dong Fangzhuo accelerated to the bottom!"

"Ramos is back, Dong Fangzhuo has a heel!"

“Ramos was killed!

"Dong Fangzhuo entered the penalty area!"

"Vanito! Vanito!"
Chapter completed!