Chapter 3480

In the 118th minute of the Sino Pakistani war, Zhuo Yang shot to equalize the score, and the two sides drew 4-4.

Fans all over the world shouted and were deeply impressed by Zhuo Yang, who performed a perfect hat trick, including Brazilian fans.

This is Zhuo Yang's 11th goal in this world cup, equalizing the number of goals four years ago and bringing his historical World Cup goals to 30. This is not a human thing at all. He is God.

Some Brazilians are reserved, such as Pele and Leonardo, while others are very magnanimous, such as Kaka and Ronaldo. Together with a few Brazilian fans, they applauded Zhuoyang.

Gradually, the applause became more and more thunderous. This is not the first time that Zhuo Yang has conquered rival fans, nor will it be the last.

The applause of Brazilian fans contained strong anger at their own players. At this moment, I know how terrible it is to miss the good opportunity to expand the score, especially the two empty goals of kuniao and Neymar.

The ball kicked off again. Neymar booed when he took the ball.

Brazil is the kingdom of football and the strongest on the surface. Brazilians can't tolerate being absent from the first place in the world for a long time, whether teams or individuals. Although they know it is impossible, Brazilian people still hope that Neymar can match Zhuoyang, even if they try to narrow the gap, and then make use of the age advantage to catch up from behind.

However, Zhuo Yang scored 11 goals again. It was a perfect hat trick, but what about our Samba King Neymar? Do you really come to Russia to perform tumbling?

The insurmountable gap is really desperate.

At the moment, the hiss, like the father whipping his frustrated son, made Neymar very frustrated.

The Brazilians don't want to take a penalty, but they don't have the courage to play another one. Three minutes of stoppage time was given on the sidelines, but it was no longer a matter of time.

The Chinese team is bent on playing penalty kicks. Wang Dalei, the "crazy devil", has been on the court. Zhuo Yang and his teammates will not risk stealing one in this short time.

The Chinese team feels that Brazil is invincible. Brazilians see that the Chinese team is an invincible small strong. We are deeply afraid of each other.

No one dares to make the other party crazy. Anyway, there is no alternative. Waiting for the penalty kick war has become a tacit understanding.

Pengpeng started a new round of 'psychological suggestion method', and kept saying to di Xi and Alison: "Lao Zhuo's so-called bug is really just bluffing. No one knows him better than me..."

Zhuo Yang uses a smile to convey confidence to his teammates and fans: everything is under control. Let's do it today!

"Beep - beep!" Serbian referee mazic blew the whistle for the end of the 120 minute game, and people all over the world ushered in a penalty shoot out.

This is an epic battle. From before to during the game, there are 36 strategies, ups and downs. No matter what the outcome is, this game is the glory of football.

Another point is that the game is not fierce. The two sides compete for each other without leaving their hands. Both Jesus and cardasi were injured. There were disputes, saliva and conflicts in the game, but there was nothing special between the Chinese team and Brazil. Under the awe of Zhuo Yang, the common boss of both sides, the game was a pure football dispute after all.

Ma riqi didn't show a yellow card.

As soon as the whistle sounded, the team doctors, assistant coaches and substitute players on the Chinese team bench were all like dogs grabbing shit. They caught one of the players on the field separately, fell down and began to massage and relax their legs. Eleven and a half lay on the ground, drinking water leisurely, and the technicians worked diligently.

For the penalty shootout, the Chinese team has long had very mature preparations and plans. Seeing Zhuo Yang gasping, Sforza said, "follow the preparation?"

"Well, no problem. Don't worry."

Sforza nodded with satisfaction: "OK, then you are responsible for arranging the order."

"Ton ton ~" Zhuo Yang poured a few more saliva, cleared his throat and shouted, "Marlow, you're the first."

"O Jiba K -" Marlowe sang loudly. The primary psychological quality of penalty kick is Zhuo Yang's absolute trust in Marlowe. And Marlowe is obviously very satisfied with being the first to steal.

"Iron egg, you're the second."

Zhang Linpeng raised his hand: "give it to me."

"Old shepherd, you are the third."

Youde Shui said "Yo ho ~ ~ ~" to receive it.

"I'll play the fourth," said Zhuo Yang.

Everyone laughed again. This move shows that Zhuo Yang predicted that the penalty shoot out will be decided in the fourth round, and he will come to the end in person.

"Lao Zheng, you press the array for us, the fifth."

Zheng Zhi: "absolutely no problem." before Zhuo Yang, that is, before 2008, Dazhi was the chief penalty taker of the Chinese team. Although the goal rate was very general, he was reliable.

"Ah Zhe, sixth."

"Xiao Hao, you are seventh."

"Basket (Alan), eighth."

"Nick (Li Ke), ninth."

"Xiao Jiang (Guangtai), tenth."

Everyone promised one by one. Goalkeeper Da Lei is naturally the eleventh.

"Brother Zhuo, in fact, I can move forward." Wang Dalei said, "otherwise... Iron egg, let's change and let me play the second?"

The guests and technicians burst out laughing again.

"All right, big Lei, it's up to you later. Don't rob us of business." Zhuo Yang said, "you can do everything you need. You knew how to play in South Africa eight years ago. Don't let me say more. Remember, you can be as crazy as you want. As long as you don't break the rules, it's up to you."

"Don't worry, brother. I'll let Brazilians in at most today. Pooh, Pooh... No one can get in, and there's no way."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Compared with the self-confidence and relaxation of the Chinese team, Brazil is also very active. Psychological master pengpeng is taking the trouble to tell you "nothing to worry about".

"Can it be difficult for us to draw dead corners? Of course not. We are all Brazilians. There are 100 million people in Brazil playing football. Finally, we come out of these 20 or so. Of course, we can draw dead corners with our eyes closed, right?"

We all know that he is talking nonsense, but we need such nonsense at this time. Therefore, when pengpeng said something, the Brazilians collectively agreed with it, and built up their confidence by burning themselves.

Brazil's international players are all old Jianghu players who play football. They know that sometimes self deception is better than chicken blood. Pengpeng is willing to be a political commissar, so everyone collects firewood.

In fact, it's nothing to be afraid of. Zhuo Yang has a bug, but we have footwork. As Peng Peng said, as long as we aim at the dead corner and draw vigorously, we don't need five penalties and five hits. It's certainly no problem to hit three, and three are basically enough, because the Chinese team can't score every time.

Zhuo Yang's penalty bug sees through the penalty shooter, not the goalkeeper. The players of the Chinese team have no advantage. Alison is a goalkeeper who is good at penalty kicks. As long as he saves two, both sides can draw.

If we had better luck, for example, if we scored one more, or if the Chinese team kicked one, wouldn't we win?

The above three paragraphs are the self psychological hint of Brazilians' broken thoughts, not the author's press.

Pengpeng political commissar's saliva was splashed everywhere, and the corners of his mouth were all white foam. Coach tit frowned and nodded secretly.

"Well said, David. You'll punish us first."

Pengpeng: "... OK, OK." swallowed his saliva: "no problem, no problem -"

"Neymar, second."

"Tiago, third."

"Coutinho, you're fourth."

"Fimi, fifth."

"Fernandinho, sixth."

"Marcelo, seventh."

"Douglas, eighth."

"Augusto, ninth."

"Marchinios, tenth."

Whether true or false, both sides are confident at the moment. After a short repair and registration, Ma riqi sounded the Dharma whistle, and both sides went to the middle circle to occupy half of each side.

Zhuo Yang wanted to give Wang Dalei clear instructions in the distant middle circle, and the cameras shook at him. At this moment, Zhuo Yang is undoubtedly a big man who can decide the outcome.

Is Neymar a big man? It should be the same. Pengpeng, tixi, kuniao, flatterer, etc. they are all big people. The story of the football world has always been decided by the big people.

However, sometimes a little person, a little person, a little person who is more insignificant than passer-by A and bandit B, will also determine the outcome of a soul-stirring penalty shoot out war.