Jiang Xinwei ran through all the predictions and rushed to the future landing point of football.

One man and one ball are approaching quickly.

When the ball fell, Jiang Xinwei stepped out and pumped angrily-

"Boom-" The ball jerked away and flew towards goal.

The ball scores, the whistle blows, and the people are quiet......

Suddenly, the whole stadium was in an uproar, followed by deafening shouts.

1 to 0!

Only the Atalanta goalkeeper was still confused, his eyes fixed on the bouncing ball in the net, until a player rushed to the half-court tee with it, and his eyes did not take his eyes off the ball.

Poor he really didn't expect this ball to go in this way. He was relieved when Filippo kicked the ball out of the box, and although he knew that the ball might have been calculated by the hateful Huaxia King, the threat of a long-range lock from outside the box was certainly much less than if it was shot indiscriminately in the box. The long enough flight distance of the football gives him enough time to take it in stride, but why doesn't he feel a little calm?

Just saw a touch of white on the ball and it flew into the bottom of the net.

The game restarted and the Livorno team, who had taken the lead, finally played solidly and began to become calm and comfortable when defending. After taking the lead, they didn't even have the impatience to give Atlanta the slightest chance.

Jiang Xinwei continued to be pestered by Madhesi, but he did not have the slightest impatience, but gave the other party a smile from time to time. Of course, this smiling face is simply ridicule in Ma Dexi's opinion, it is really hateful, and he can't wait to slap Jiang Xinwei with his fist: "Damn, put away your smiling face!"

Soon Jiang Xinxu received a pass from Filippo.

Ma Dexi had to hold back his anger, rushed to the front of Jiang Xinwei, stuck on Jiang Xinwei's forward route, and sneered: "Huaxia boy, you have the ability to make another long shot to show me." ”

Jiang Xinxu raised his head and stared at him, and asked, "Who do you think you are?

Madhesi was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious, and just as he was about to rush up, regardless of knocking down the other party, he found that the other party was gone.

Madhesi looked around in surprise.

His bewildered appearance made the commentator laugh out loud and said: "The speed of the Huaxia King is too fast! The defenders of the Atlanta team couldn't find the object he was defending, so they could only turn around and look around, but all they saw was the back of the Huaxia King. King Huaxia easily shook off Madhesi. ”

Madhesi's face was flushed, and he had been passed by the other party three times, which was a great shame!

However, he didn't care about the embarrassment, and remembered his task, so he could only chase after him, and swore while chasing his heart: As long as I catch up with you, I will break your leg!

However, he was horrified to find that the distance between him and the other party did not shorten, but widened and widened.

He was dumbfounded: "How is it possible? I'm running empty, he's running with the ball." Was he really as fast as others said? Not that fast. ”

He was surprised, and his head coach Nobalcho was equally surprised: "What the hell! What did Madhessi do? Did this guy go to a nightclub yesterday to fool around, why is he such a weak chicken?"

Jiang Xinwei, who was running wildly, didn't know how others felt, he just sprinted vigorously, taking advantage of the opportunity for the close defender to be thrown off by himself. As he got closer and closer to the box, the Atalanta players rushed towards him one by one, trying to stop and catch up with him.

At this time, Jiang Xinwei, who rushed to the front of the penalty area, picked up his foot again.

Seeing Jiang Xinxu shoot with his feet, another defender of the Atlanta team hurriedly rushed up to block the eye. Seeing that the football would be kicked up by Jiang Xinwei's right foot, he hurriedly jumped up and completed the turn in the air, wanting to block it with his back.

At this time, he didn't know that Jiang Xinwei's right foot just made a look, and did not shoot the football directly, but flicked it to the left.

Before the defender landed, Jiang Xinwei kicked the ball and continued to rush forward.

"Oh no!" Atlanta head coach Nobaljo slammed from his seat.

Dennis, a reporter in the media gallery, had red eyes and held his breath.

Livorno's head coach, Lasvali, smiled confidently and glanced at his colleague Nobalcho with disdain.

Jiang Xinwei saw more opposing players rushing over, so he didn't sprint with the ball again, but made a quick decision, picked up his right leg, and the ball suddenly had a strong momentum, flying towards the goal like a cannonball.

The Atlanta goalkeeper rushed out to prepare, but found that the football was flying from a high altitude, and the speed was so fast that he didn't have time to jump, and could only watch the football fly over his head.

He collapsed on the grass in despair, his mind filled with terror, his eyes staring at the sky without focus.

Suddenly, his eyes saw the ball fly out of the direction of the goal in the opposite direction, towards the midfield.

"What's going on?" Just when the goalkeeper didn't know what was going on, countless people in the audience shouted, "Handball!

The referee's whistle blew, and the goalkeeper watched as the referee was pointing to the penalty spot and blowing the whistle while pulling something out of his trouser pocket.

Yellow!

The goalkeeper was overjoyed, and a carp jumped up and immediately rushed to the goal, preparing to defend the penalty.

Many of the commentators and spectators in the stands sighed. The Atalanta fans were silent, silently watching the white spot in front of the goal.

Seeing that his must-score goal was deliberately punched out by the opposing defender, and the referee actually showed a red card to send the opponent off, Jiang Xinwei was not angry, but just smiled and looked at Prandno who took the penalty.

The goalkeeper was happy, but his head coach Nobaljo was not happy, because he knew that although this time the goal was played to prevent the score from further expanding, and the fouling player was not immediately driven down, he knew that this yellow card would greatly deter and restrict the actions of such a defensive player, and he would never dare to foul again, which was tantamount to being tied hand and foot, how to kick?

What made him most angry was that Madhesi's guy didn't play a role at all, if he wasn't so idiot, if he wasn't easily passed by that Chinese kid, how could this ball be so dangerous, how could he sacrifice almost half of the combat power of another defender?

He couldn't help but scold: "What the hell! Madhesi, are you sleepwalking? Look at him!"

How could Madhesi not know how much of a mistake he had made, how could he not know that the manager was angry, but he really didn't know why the kid got rid of himself so easily: "I really tried hard at that time. I'm ready to break his leg. ”

Prandno held the football in both hands and kissed it on the mouth before putting it on the tee.