53. What is a dead end?
Ha...... Ha...... Ha......
Nigel de Jong was gasping for air, his shiny head shining even brighter with sweat, and the green tendons near his temples rose high and fell with his breath. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Just 20 minutes earlier, after China had scored their first goal, he thought he had every chance of freezing the most dangerous player as long as he focused and with the cooperation of his team-mates.
Even Louis van Gaal has such hopes.
As the 21st minute passed, the two Dutchmen finally admitted that they were both wrong!
They couldn't be more wrong!
In the opening 21 minutes, in addition to the first 30 seconds of De Jong's relaxation, in the next 20 minutes, he completely tensed his nerves, his concentration was even more high, and his body functions were almost exerted to the extreme.
But...... For 20 minutes, he couldn't make a successful tackle from his defender's feet!
Such a thing is simply unimaginable!
You must know that even if he does not have the intention of malicious fouls, De Jong's scrambling action is definitely not elegant Sven, after all, he is the head coach of the Real Madrid Martial Arts Troupe and the warrior monk Peipei!
North Dejong and South Pepe are not in vain!
Think of the ribs that Spain's central Xavi Alonso was kicked by him with a heart-piercing kick!
Think of Ben Arfa, one of France's four little swans, who broke his right leg when he first landed in the Premier League.
Think about it, he can scrap the 22-year-old young player of the US national team in an inconsequential international friendly match!
Hands pulling, stumbling feet, buttocks messing up, elbows stabbing, swearing and provoking on the lips...... He's taken to the extreme of what skills he can master!
But it just didn't work out once!
Maybe it's just once: maybe it's more than 20 minutes of wits and courage that has caused Qin Goode's fitness to drop, and De Jong successfully tripped him with a seemingly flying tackle, allowing the Chinese team to get a free-kick opportunity and also allowing himself to be exchanged for a verbal warning.
As a very prestigious villain in football, De Jong has long been the focus of the referees' marking, not to mention that his performance in the past 20 minutes is really unbearable.
The reason why he was not given a yellow card was because he first tackled the ball during the tackle and did not directly tackle Qin Goode's legs.
Moreover, the foul was committed far away, more than 40 meters away from the goal, and the Chinese team's attack had not yet been fully launched, and in a general sense, it was not a favorable offensive opportunity.
"This is the last admonition." Clattenburg, the referee from England and an old friend of Crench, ended his verbal warning to De Jong and pulled out a can of insecticide from his waist.
Zhang Bin in the live broadcast room immediately began to popularize knowledge to the audience and friends: "This World Cup has introduced two new technologies, one is the goal-line hawkeye technology, due to the last World Cup Frank Lampard's goal was blown invalid and England lost 1-4, FIFA was under great pressure, and in the just-concluded match between France and Honduras, this technology played a huge role." Another technology is this sprayer, officially known as the Man Wall Positioning Spray, which was invented in 2008 on the advice of a sports journalist named Pablo Silva, and is mainly used to help the referee fix the man wall and prevent the defenders from moving their positions early. The piece of equipment is small enough to be slung around the referee's waist without affecting his enforcement. At the same time, the foam does not contain any toxic ingredients and disappears automatically after 45 seconds, leaving no trace on the court. ”
Zhang Lu nodded politely, with an eye-opening look: "Ah, in this way, the technology in sports is also constantly improving and improving......"
In the live broadcast footage, the picture is focused on Qin Goode, and when Clattenberg bends down in front of the football and sprays white foam, the camera gives a long close-up of the bubble and the football.
Of course, the pair of red and black G7 boots on Qin Good's feet will inevitably appear in the camera, and Adidas' three-bar logo is clearly visible - I wonder if this shot will drive Adidas' market sales?
Clattenburg straightened up, took nine steps towards the goal from the foul site, and then sprayed another five or six meters long arc in front of the human wall, Sneijder, Robben, and Depay, who formed the human wall, all stood obediently outside the white line, and the three players tightly covered the vital points with their hands, staring nervously at Qin Good, who was 9.15 meters away.
The camera shifted back to Qin Goode, who turned his back to the frame and slowly took three steps back, moving his ankle slightly.
Although De Jong's flying shovel just now cushioned most of the strength through the football, Qin Goode's feet were still faintly sore, and he had to move his feet with a hint of numbness.
"Drop!"
Clattenberg's whistle sounded.
After taking a deep breath, Qin Gude took the first step.
One step, two steps, three steps!
There seemed to be a storm under his feet, and his steps seemed extraordinarily light at this moment.
Step down with your left foot, pull your right leg back, and fall straight down!
"Bang!"
The instep of his foot hit the ball, and at the moment of contact, he could even clearly feel the valve core of the football compressing and deforming on the tight instep, and then quickly left.
The black-and-white soccer ball rolled up the turquoise, the black-brown dirt splashed in the air, and the hot Maracanã stadium blew a strong wind out of thin air!
In order to prevent the "B-shaped volley" from falling and rebounding in front of the goalkeeper, Van Gaal made a very targeted arrangement: two centre-backs dropped deep and stood directly on the goal line, and their task was to help the goalkeeper defend the two near post areas, while the two faster full-backs lurked inside the box, ready to clear the ball from the ground at the first opportunity.
As for the Chinese striker who was on the edge of the penalty area, the Dutch didn't pay much attention to it, and only sent Blind to pay attention to his movements.
The soccer ball flew over the heads of Sneijder, Depay and Robben, and the wall of people with an average elevation of less than 1.78 meters did not do anything at all.
The speed of the football became faster and faster after it crossed the wall, and the players of the Dutch team stared up at the arc to see the moment when the ball fell rapidly.
However, apart from that natural fall, there is no tendency for football to fall at all.
Qin Goode clenched his fists and watched the black and white flash fly into the big penalty area of the Dutch team.
He roared in his heart:
Fly! Fly!
Dutch goalkeeper Cillessen's eyes widened as he leapt into the air and his two big hands reached for the post and crossbar to block the only corner of the goal.
"Poof!"
It's not a "bang", it's not a "bang", it's just a "poof".
He heard a voice first, and then felt a tremble.
The ball flew into the goal from that almost impossible corner, and made a "poof" in the net!
What is a dead end?
For me...... Is there a dead end in the goal?
Are you kidding me!
Qin Gude raised his fists high, and he opened his hands to accept the thunderous applause of the fans in the audience.
His name once again floated over the Maracana:
“CHINA,2;NETHERLAND,0,AND-the-scorer-is-No.7,GOOD……”
The fans in the stadium erupted into a syllable at the same time at this moment.
“QIN!”