Chapter 3498

Bogba is a big heart, and Wang Dalei is even more nervous and vast. He seems to be like a dog. In fact, he likes to make some nonsense, so they two second goods can actually worship him.

But the arrogant and domineering Wang Dalei opened his mouth and made this possibility completely zero.

"Don't try to be brave. Can you play a penalty? Let's change your uncle Scar." Da Lei's old John accent obviously asked a tutor to practice secretly.

Bogba is the kind of Lord who has to hold and coax. In essence, he is still a big child. It's OK to scold him and scold him, but it's a scorer, and you need to show intimacy inside and outside. He resented who questioned him, let alone despised him.

"You're a crazy hammer, smelly hick. Don't let Lao Zhuo give you advice." big hearted people don't care about their opponents' psychological tactics, and bog badang immediately sprays back.

Da Lei is obviously superior. He no longer talks with bogba Hu, but takes two steps closer and points to the scar.

"Brother scar, come and punish him. He won't let his brother serve you. He really doesn't want to bully him." from 'uncle Scar' to 'brother scar', Dalei secretly took advantage of bogba again. And he knows how powerful he is. He is a little provocative, but he doesn't dare to talk too much.

Scar is so cunning. He knows that no matter how he answers Wang Dalei's words, he will lose his temper or abuse, and his identity will not be equal. So scar's counterattack hit the key. I know who can control these two goods.

He ignored Wang Dalei, turned his head and raised his head at Zhuo Yang: "spicy Ma PI, this is what you taught. Don't care?"

Zhuo Yang smiled and said, "I'm so angry with you." but he waved to Wang Dalei and told him to stop. Dalei resolutely shut up and returned to the door line.

Small mouth gun is harmless. Zhuo Yang is not afraid of scar and bogba. He has 10000 ways to turn their faces back. The key is that the score of the Chinese team is behind, the time is urgent again, and there is less than one player. No matter how big or small, it is actually unfavorable to the Chinese team. Just taste it.

At the order of judge Luo Erdan, bogba and Wang Dalei opened their positions respectively. Because the Chinese team must defend the ball down, the front of the restricted area is full of people. There will be more opportunities to make up the landing point later.

For France, the penalty is just an unexpected joy on the way to promotion. Even if it doesn't score, it won't hurt the team's score advantage. Therefore, only a few three or two people are surrounded, and the overall defensive formation is not lax.

As soon as the whistle sounded, bogba started to run up.

In fact, bogba did not understand the profound meaning of cracking Zhuo Yang's penalty bug. He was just a habitual fan of self-confidence, but to put it bluntly, the most important thing about penalty is self-confidence. Technically, bogba is certainly not lacking.

He still played a little clever. Before touching the ball, he suddenly turned his ankle, twisted his foothold leg into a twist, and suddenly turned the original pulling to the left into the right.

However, it was always an opportunistic change. In order to maintain the accuracy of the angle, bogba didn't exert much force and changed from volley to push.

But how could he hide this from Zhuo Yang and give clear instructions. Wang Dalei crossed the right side like a grasshopper.

Just looking at Zhuo Yang's gesture and jumping in the direction, everyone can do it. Even a dog can do it after two days of training. It's nothing magical. But only the direction is definitely not good. The human body and the waving of limbs can control how much area, which is far from enough to block all possibilities.

Therefore, the saved air posture, his judgment of the ball path and his subtle feeling of the ball speed are also very important factors. Zhuo Yang can't help, but depends on the goalkeeper's own skills.

It's like Zhuo Yang gave a Book of the nine Yin manual, telling you that you can go to Huashan to fight. But whether you can practice it or not depends on the individual.

Only looking at the penalty kick, Wang Dalei basically trained himself into Ouyang Feng. This is where he is really better than Yan Junlin, and it's not easy to compare horizontally. Maybe he is the goalkeeper who is best at playing penalty bugs in the world. God really rewarded him with this bowl of rice.

It's not amazing to jump right. If you jump completely, you need to see Kung Fu. Da Lei's Kung Fu is deep. He directly grabbed bogba's football at a dead corner at low altitude.

It's incredibly stable.

Bogba is stupid. It's no shame not to be punished. It doesn't matter if you miss the kick, fly or be saved, but it's a little too much to be confiscated by the goalkeeper.

Bogba Xin said: this cargo should be a good hand to be a loader for the watermelon truck

Wang Dalei locked his fingers by strangling the football. His body bounced up quickly after inertia rolling on the grass. At this time, Zhuo Yang had turned over from the arc corner of the command position and stabbed forward. His reaction and speed were faster than that of a dog.

Big Lei is also very fast. Before he gets up, he looks for the captain with his eyes. After standing upright, he immediately leads the big arm to throw the ball and launch a counterattack, targeting Zhuo team.

Throwing the ball by hand is the basic skill of all goalkeepers, which is equivalent to hitting the ball. If you are a goalkeeper, you will have no problem. Practice hundreds of times a day, scapulohumeral periarthritis can't do this job. The level of hand throwing is only different in tactical awareness and court pattern, that is, who is the most reasonable problem to throw to.

Dalei has no scapulohumeral periarthritis and does not need to tangle with rationality. Throwing to Zhuo team is 100% correct, tactically correct and politically correct.

But bogba also reacted quickly. Without looking back, he knew that Wang Dalei must not make a smooth fast break. He jumped up with his teeth and claws and covered Wang Dalei's sight with his huge body.

Da Lei was not vague. He dodged aside like a matador and stubbornly threw the football out with a roar.

Bogba's blocking has played a role. In order to avoid him, Da Lei is eager to throw in a direction that doesn't deviate, but his strength is obviously too strong. A Kirin arm is thrown too far, and Zhuo Yang hasn't run away yet.

Looking up at the football, Zhuo Yang scolded the dog in his heart. Opposite is right back Sidibe. He can catch a fresh landing point without taking off, or turn the ball again. He has a lot of choices.

Knowing that there was no hope, Zhuo Yang didn't stop, but made his last effort to push towards Sidibe and show his teeth to frighten him.

I was really scared.

The key is that Sidibe has no time to understand what is behind him. If he is too far away from other teammates and lets the ball pass, he will have to turn around and fight with Zhuo Yang. It's still dominant, but what if?

In order to be safe, Sidibe threw his head off the ferry and headed the ball to toriso on the left.

But Zhuo Yang's big mouth was really ugly. In a trance, Sidibe was not very good. He was a little biased. He was cut off first by Marlow, who was also angry, and took advantage of the situation to fry the meatballs and passed toriso.

This time, Sidibe is really stupid.

Zhuo Yang swished past him, followed by 'swish, swish' Cantor and the horse retreating from the enemy. Vaguely, he heard the horse retreating from the enemy shouting 'your mother chasing you'.

Marlowe is very smart. Instead of taking his favorite right road with the ball, he cuts into the middle, which is equal to chasing Zhuo Yang's ass.

In this way, Kant and Ma, who are sandwiched between him and Zhuoyang, can only give priority to blocking him, and Marlow wants this effect. He wants Zhuoyang to unload the two sandbags.

Kanter and Ma retreated to the enemy and slowed down slightly. Marlow immediately pushed youdeshui on the left side. The old waiter understood that the ball always ran faster than people. He swept and passed the ball without stopping. This time, he was very comfortable in front of Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang's first ball happened to be at the junction of varane and umtiti. Neither of them could get started immediately. They had to quickly return to the bag in the restricted area.

But it was obviously too late. At the moment when they closed the door, Zhuo Yang rose to his right foot, which turned the world pale, and opened fire ferociously on the restricted area line.

As we all know, Zhuo Yang has the bad habit of killing the other goalkeeper with a single knife, but he sometimes corrects his evil ways and shoots as soon as he says. This time it is.

Loris didn't know whether to be happy or angry. Maybe Zhuo Yang forced him to set him better. It's not a fucking shot. Will you blow up the thunder?

The moment the right foot pulls on the football, it produces obvious deformation and becomes 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 back and pulled it straight, and several fixed wedge nails seemed to be pulled out of the soil.

No elasticity has become elastic. If you don't play, try it?

The football was ejected from the goal by the net, and finally lost all the kinetic energy. It fell to the ground and was exhausted.

3: 3. Zhuo Yang leveled the score again in a desperate situation, and the Chinese team was invincible again.

This is Zhuo Yang's 13th goal in this world cup, equalling the single goal record set by juster Fontaine in the world cup in Sweden 60 years ago.

It's meaningful that the match with France tied the record of French legend.

The French fans broke their promise and said before the game that they would cheer for Zhuo Yang's goal anyway. But at this moment, only the Chinese cheered for the amazing reversal of the goal. The French in the stands, including Zidane and Barthes, lost their interest in grace and cheering, and looked like tens of thousands of fools.

Benjamin Mendy is also a fool.

He rushed back to the door like a fire, just in time for the football to pop out of the net and fainted on the ground. Feeling that he was playing football with a group of fools, Mendi had nowhere to vent, so he kicked the football hard and kicked it back into the goal.

Missed.

The football hit the goalpost and woke up again.

Football has a soul. It can sing for heroes, but you can't vent your anger on it for no reason. After bouncing back from the goal post, the football wedged on Mendi's face: I asked you to do it.

"Zi'er ~ ~"

Mendy's nose blood gushed out. What a fucking fool.