Simeone Pepe's shot was like a precisely guided Russian x55 medium-range missile, which accurately hit the corner flag, scaring Rwanda assistant referee Nata Gujara to the point of grimacing. Li Weifeng was also struck by the cold sweat.

He originally thought the ball was going to be lost, but he didn't expect the Italian man to be so polite and looked like a scandal.

So, Li Weifeng, who escaped the disaster, added fuel to the hilarious laughter of the fans of the audience and plucked up Pepe.

Pepe, who was already embarrassing enough to see the eyes, was furious and rushed up to pull Li Datou. Datou was not showing any weakness, and the two of them twisted together. Zhuo Yang and Meng Er, who were close to each other, came up to separate the two and drove them away, driving them away.

Got it off.

Pepe, who was so upset in his heart, turned around and walked back, but still couldn't help but kicked the grass fiercely. However, he was once again attracted by his anger, and turned around and went against Li Weifeng without saying anything.

Datou was still not timid, and Zhuo Yang was also angry. "Are you finished? I gave you a face, right?" He directly reached out and took Liangzi. Under the threat of the former glaring demon king, Pepe was timid and muttered.

He lowered his head and restrained himself in disappointment, but referee Damon did not let him go and could not escape a yellow card.

This little episode passed quickly, maybe both sides were flirted with it, maybe it was the urgency of time passing by quickly, and the next game changed in an orderly and calm manner in the first half. The movements on both sides gradually became bigger, and yellow cards appeared one after another.

China is facing this side, Li Weifeng elbowed the yellow collar when he jumped, and Cannavaro's flying shovel Li Jinyu was not spared. The Eighth Master finally failed to resist and used non-technical means to defend Zhuo Yang. At this time,

Just after receiving the yellow card, it is enough to show the ability of the Eighth Master.

Even Li Liu shoveled Meng Er and rolled all over the ground.

In the first half, there was only Shao Jia and one minor man on both sides. The second half was only ten minutes before the opening. Both sides had already won three yellows, and the atmosphere of the game suddenly became tense. In fact, this was even more unfavorable to Italy. They were a strong team, and the probability of winning was even more likely to be done step by step.

High, making the game atmosphere more intense, and it is more conducive to the weak team disrupting the battle.

There are many discerning people on the court, and Meng Er and Lippi are a little helpless.

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In the 60th minute, Zhuo Yang got the ball in the frontcourt. Italy's formation was very tight, and his teammates were almost locked in the front. He was also plagued by the Eighth Master, and he couldn't even get in. Zhuo Yang simply started playing by himself.

Dribbing the ball horizontally along the forty-meter line, the Eighth Master stayed with him.

"Master Eighth Master, I didn't feel that my second brother was so hard before. I suspect he had practiced secretly recently. What do you think?" The chatterbox didn't forget to talk nonsense with the ball. In the first half, Meng Er's goal was indeed beyond every situation.

Personally, my second brother, including Zhuo Yang, has long-range shooting skills, but such a tough cannonball-style shooting is not his style. My second brother's long-range shooting has always been known for his tricky angle.

"Meng Er has indeed made a big shot this year." Eighth Master is an introverted person. While pulling the eggs with Zhuo Yang, he was observing and predicting Zhuo Yang's actions. Zhuo Yang's tone and curl his lips, let Eighth Master make Eighth Master watch and predicting Zhuo Yang's movements.

I felt that he was a little jealous of his brother making such a shocking long shot.

Maybe this kid is also trying to shoot from a long time! Baye thought to himself.

Zhuo Yang has a tough head. Although he is not a high-ranking gunner in the football world, he has also been angry a lot. Today, he was so tired that he was stubborn by the Eighth Master. I guess he also wanted to use long-range shots to expel his evil spirits.

, and he is unwilling to be compared by his brothers.

Therefore, Zhuo Yang dribbled the ball horizontally and raised his feet several times, which scared the Eighth Master to the point of flying.

Take it from the left to the right line in one breath, Zhuo Yang pulled the ball and turned back along the original path, and Eighth Master naturally followed like a shadow. In this way, it was very strange on the court, and the two of them were isolated in the same game, running back and forth, chatting.

Let's go.

But the other twenty people have no football!

Italian players did not dare to come up rashly to help, and the Chinese team ignored it. Zhuo Yang had absolute authority on whatever he wanted. Ba Jun could not rob Zhuo Yang, and Zhuo Yang also made Ba Jun unable to rush over.

After wandering around like this, winger Pepe couldn't help it. He rushed over to help Gaba and double-team Zhuo Yang. Italy cannot lose its position in the midfield and backcourt, so it is reasonable for him to make such a choice.

"Master Eighth Master, the game is over soon. I want to beat the kid. Are you helping him or me?" Zhuo Yang suddenly asked this and made Gatuso laugh and cry.

The Eighth Master knows Zhuo Yang very well. He will not hit people because of conflicts on the court, unless this person sincerely provokes him, and he is still provoking him after getting off the court, and he will not let go and take action first. Pepe didn't even come.

If you want to hit someone at this step, Zhuo Yang will not be banned for two more lives.

It's just that Zhuo Yang means nonsense and verbalism. But Pepe was so angry at Zhuo Yang's words: Why am I so unlucky? Everyone doesn't like me.

Pepe, full of grief and anger, shouted and rushed forward, trying to nod the pain to Zhuo Yang.

"You guy, you know all day long..." The Eighth Master was still thinking about Zhuo Yang, and he was frustrated by Pepe, who was too hard and dodged like a bullfighter.

‘Bang!’ The faces collided with each other. Mushroom clouds could be seen between Jiaba and Pepe. The two of them swirled and fell to the ground.

Zhuo Yang was overjoyed. He kept looking for opportunities to make Eighth Master suffer some losses, but he didn't have the chance to take action. However, he didn't expect Pepe to be so righteous. I guess he didn't have to think about beating him anymore, Eighth Master would hit someone first.

Zhuo Yang would not care about Jia Baye at this moment. Without the shackles, he immediately changed direction and drove the ball towards the heart of Italy. This change caused the Italian formation to disrupt, and Zhuo Yang's appearance in a dangerous area without restraint means

What, they know too much.

Italian men flocked towards Zhuo Yang as if they saw Cleopatra VII of Cleopatra, and the leader was Meng Er. Even Cleopatra could not resist so many men, Zhuo Yang was even more incapable of his legend.

The ball flew over Meng Er's thigh to the bottom line on the right, and the target was behind Zanbrotta, as fast as lightning.

The second brother thought that something big was not good, but when he looked back, Magazine Zheng, No. 8 in White, had already completed the pass from the front line before Zanbrota who turned around.

Shao Jiayi is a man who plays football with his brain. Although his confrontational disadvantage always makes him lack brains. But at this moment, the Italian defender lost his guard's defense due to panic, and he also knew that goalkeeper Marchetti was not in his position.

superior.

It was almost zero degrees, and it was still 3 meters away from the front post, but Shao Jiayi twisted his body against Zheng Zhao's pass and swept the front post and shot directly. His choice was completely beyond Marchetti's expectations.

Even beyond Zhuo Yang's expectations.

The football came in quietly from the gap between Marchetti and the front post, and the Chinese team led 2:1 again, with the 40-meter thunder and the nosebleeds of Eighth Master and Pepe just soaring.

Italian players and tens of thousands of Italian men and women were stunned, while Chinese players and tens of thousands of Chinese men and women were cheering. In less than half an hour, the Chinese team had reached the threshold of the top 16.
Chapter completed!