Pogba is a big heart, and Wang Dalei is so nervous that he looks so stubborn that he actually likes to make a little nonsense, so they two can actually give it a try.

But the arrogant and domineering Wang Dalei opened his mouth and completely zeroed in this possibility.

"Don't show off your abilities, can you play penalty kicks? Or you should change to Uncle Scar." Dalei's old John's accent obviously hired a tutor to practice secretly.

Pogba is the kind of person who has to be coaxed and is essentially a big child. It is okay to scold him and scold him, but he scores, and he needs to be intimate in his words. Who is most disgusted with doubting him?

Don't say you're despised.

"You are crazy, a stinky country bumpkin, don't let Lao Zhuo guide you if you have a good idea." A big-hearted person doesn't care about his opponent's psychological tactics, and Pogba immediately squirted back.

Dalei was obviously better at his skills. He no longer had to fight Pogba Huqiu, but instead walked closer and pointed at Scar.

"Brother Scar, come, come, you punish me, he won't. He will let my brother serve you, I really don't want to bully him." From "Uncle Scar" to "Brother Scar", Dalei invisibly occupied Boge again again

Ba is cheap. And he knows that he is powerful, and he is a little provoking Scar, but he dare not talk too much.

Scar is so cunning. He knew that no matter how he answered Wang Dalei's words, he would be at a disadvantage if he got angry or scolded, and his identity was not equal. So Scar's counterattack hit the vital point and knew who could control this group of traits.

He ignored Wang Dalei at all, turned his head and raised his head at Zhuo Yang: "Mala Mapi, is this what you taught me, don't you care?"

Zhuo Yang smiled and said, "You're so angry." But he waved Wang Dalei and asked him to stop here. Dalei decisively shut up and retreated back to the goal line.

The little mouth is harmless, and Zhuo Yang is not afraid that Scar and Pogba will really turn against each other. He has ten thousand ways to make them turn their faces back. The key is that the Chinese team is behind in the score, time is tight again, and there is still one less hit.

No matter how big or small the game is, it is actually not good for the Chinese team. Just just stop talking and trying it out.

At the referee Rordan's order, Pogba and Wang Dalei each set off their own stance. Because the Chinese team had to defend the ball, the front of the penalty area was full of people. The extra strength would be added later.

Opportunity.

For France, penalty kicks are just an unexpected surprise on the road to promotion. Even if they don’t score, they won’t hurt the team’s score advantage. Therefore, there are only a few three people who are surrounded, and the overall defensive team has not relaxed.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Pogba started to run and started to take off.

In fact, Pogba did not understand the secret of cracking Zhuo Yang's penalty bug. He was just used to being confused about confidence, but to put it bluntly, the most important thing about penalty kicks is confidence. Pogba is definitely not lacking in technically.

He was still a little clever, and suddenly turned the ankle before touching the ball, twisting his legs into a trickle, suddenly turning the action of pulling to the left to the right.

But it was always an opportunity change. In order to maintain the accuracy of the angle, Pogba did not exert much force, and changed from volleying to pushing.

But how could he hide this trick from Zhuo Yang? He gave a clear instruction, and Wang Dalei stood on the right side like a grasshopper.

Just looking at Zhuo Yang's gesture and rushing direction, it is something that everyone can do, and even a dog can do it for two days of training. It's nothing magical. But only the direction is definitely not possible. The human body and the waving of limbs can control the area, which is far from enough to seal it.

Block all possibilities.

Therefore, the posture of snatching out the air, one's own judgment of the ball path, and one's subtle feeling of the ball speed are also very important factors. Zhuo Yang cannot help these things, and he has to rely on the goalkeeper's own skills.

It is equivalent to Zhuo Yang giving a book called "Nine Yin Scriptures", telling you that you can go to Huashan to discuss swordsmanship if you practice it. But whether you can practice it depends on your own.

Just looking at the penalty kick, Wang Dalei has basically trained himself to Ouyang Feng. This is where he is really better than Yan Junlin, and it is not easy to compare horizontally. Maybe he is the best goalkeeper in the world who is good at playing with penalty bugs.

, God really rewarded him with this bowl of rice.

The right pounce is not magical. If you pounce completely, you will have to see your kung fu. Dalei's kung fu is very good, so he directly pushed Pogba to the dead-end football in the low altitude and captured Pogba's palms.

Incredibly stable.

Pogba was stupid. It was not embarrassing to not get in. He kicked it off and flew away. It didn't matter if he was saved, but he was confiscated by the goalkeeper. This was a bit too much.

Pogba said: This product should be a good driver for a watermelon cart...

Wang Dalei tightened his fingers by strangling the football to death. His body rolled inertia on the grass and quickly bounced up. At this time, Zhuo Yang had already turned over from the arc corner of the command position and stabbed towards the front court, and his reaction and speed were faster than that of a dog.

Dalei was also very quick. Before he got up, he looked for the captain with his eyes. After standing upright, he immediately drew his arm to throw the ball and launched a counterattack, targeting Team Zhuo.

Hand throwing is the basic skill of all goalkeepers, which is equivalent to throwing the ball. Any goalkeeper has no problem with accurate head. Practicing hundreds of times a day, periarthritis of shoulder cannot do this job. The level of hand throwing is only different in tactical awareness and stadium pattern.

That is, the most reasonable question to whom.

Dalei has no periarthritis of the shoulder, and he does not need to be corrected and rational. He throws it to Team Zhuo 100% correct, and has correct tactics and political correctness.

But Pogba reacted very quickly. He knew that he would never let Wang Dalei make a smooth quick attack without looking back. He opened his teeth and claws and rushed forward, using his huge body to cover Wang Dalei's vision.

Dalei was not vague, and dodged to the side like a bullfighter, stubbornly roaring the football and threw it out.

Pogba's blocking played a role. In order to avoid him, Dalei was eager to throw the direction of his throwing, but his strength was obviously overwhelmed. A kirin arm threw too far, and Zhuo Yang had not yet run away.

Looking up at the football passing by, Zhuo Yang cursed in his heart. The opposite was right-back Sidibe. He could catch a lively landing point without taking off, and he could also turn around after passing the ball, and choose many choices.

Knowing that there was no hope, Zhuo Yang did not stop, but tried his last effort, kicked towards Sidibe and scared him with a grin.

I was really scared.

The key is that Sidibe has no time to understand what is behind him. If the distance between him and other teammates is too large, he will have to turn around and start to compete with Zhuo Yangpin. Although he still has the advantage, he will be in the end.

Woolen cloth?

In order to be safe, Sidibe shook his head and swung his ferry, pushing the ball towards Tolisso on the left.

But Zhuo Yang's bloody mouth was too ugly. In a trance, Sidibe was not good enough. He was slightly off and was intercepted by Marro, who was also rushing, and he followed the trend of frying croquettes and then passed Tolisso.

Sidibe was really stupid this time.

Zhuo Yang swept past him with a swoosh, then "swoosh, swoosh" Kant and Ma Break the enemy also flew past. He faintly heard Ma Break the enemy shouting, "Your mother is chasing you."

Marro was very smart. He didn't take his favorite right path to the right, but cut in to the middle path, which was equivalent to chasing Zhuo Yang's butt.

In this way, Kant and Ma retreated between him and Zhuo Yang had to give priority to block him, and Marrow wanted to do this, and he wanted Zhuo Yang to remove the two sandbags.

Kanter and the horse retreated and slowed down slightly, and Marro immediately pushed Youdeshui on the left side. The old man understood it. The ball was always faster than the person. He kept sweeping the ball directly, and this time he was very comfortable.

It was given to Zhuo Yang's running ahead.

Zhuo Yang's first shot happened to be at the junction of Varane and Umtiti. Neither of them could get started immediately, so they could only retreat to the penalty area and double-teamed.

But it was obviously too late. At the moment when they closed the door, Zhuo Yang raised his right foot, which made Tiandi turn into a change of color, and opened fire fiercely on the penalty area line.

As we all know, Zhuo Yang has the bad habit of knocking down the opponent's goalkeeper by one, but sometimes he will turn his back on the right and shoot as soon as he says he shoots, and this time it's it.

Loris didn't know whether to be glad or annoyed. Maybe Zhuo Yang forced him to play. He was better. How was this the fucking shot? Is it okay to hit the thunder?

The moment he pulled the football with his right foot, it had a significant deformation and turned into a semicircle. The next moment, he appeared on the net.

The net is made of thick nylon, which is very strong but not elastic. But the angry football raised the net backwards and pulled it straight. Several fixed wedge nails seemed to be pulled out of the soil.

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If it is not elastic, it becomes elastic. If you don’t elastic, you can try it?

The football was bounced out of the goal by the net, and finally lost all the momentum, fell softly to the ground, exhausted.

3:3, Zhuo Yang once again equalized the score in desperate situation, and the Chinese team once again stood invincible.

This is Zhuo Yang's 13th goal scored in this World Cup, tying the single goal record set by Just Fontaine at the Swedish World Cup 60 years ago.

It makes sense to tie the French legend's record in the match against the French team.

French fans broke their promise. They said before the game that they would cheer for Zhuo Yang's goal no matter what. But at this moment, only the Chinese cheered. The Frenchmen in the stands, including Zidane and Butters, were all

Losing the interest in applause, he looks like tens of thousands of idiots with a desolate face.

Benjamin Mendy is also a fool.

His house rushed back to the door like a fire, just as the football popped out of the net and fainted on the ground. He felt that he was playing football with a group of fools, Mendy, had nowhere to vent, so he gave it to the football hard.

One kick, kick it back into the goal.

Kicked off.

The football hit the post and woke up again in pain.

Football has a soul. It can sing for heroes, but you cannot take your anger on it for no reason. After bounced back from the goal post, the football wedged violently on Mendy's face: I'll let you do it.

‘Zi'er~~’
Chapter completed!