Simone Pepe's shot was like a precision-guided Russian X55 medium-range missile, hitting the corner flag with precision, sending Rwandan assistant referee Natagujira into grinning. was shocked into a cold sweat and Li Weifeng, stepping on the penalty line to shoot, he originally thought that the ball was going to be lost, but he didn't expect the Italian man to be so polite, like a scandal.

So, Li Weifeng, who escaped the catastrophe, applauded Pepe amid the shameful laughter of the fans in the audience.

Pepe, who was already embarrassed enough, was furious, rushed up and pulled Li Datou, and the big head did not show weakness, and the two twisted together. Zhuo Yang and Meng Er, who were close at hand, came up to separate the two and drove them away.

Pepe, who was in a panic, turned around and walked back, but he still couldn't hold it back, and kicked the turf viciously, but he was provoked by his anger again, and he couldn't help but turn his head to talk to Li Weifeng.

The big head still didn't coax, and Zhuo Yang was also angry. "Are you finished? Lao Tzu gave you face, didn't he? He directly reached out and took the beam. Under the intimidation of the former angry demon king, Pepe was intimidated, muttering in his mouth and lowering his head in a stupid manner, but the referee Damon did not let him go, and a yellow card did not escape.

This little episode passed quickly, maybe the two sides were teased because of this, maybe it was the urgency of the rapid passage of time, and the next game changed the orderly calmness of the first half, the action on both sides gradually increased, and yellow cards appeared one after another.

On China's side, Li Weifeng elbowed the yellow when defending Iaquinta, and Cannavaro was not spared from his flying tackle on Li Goldfish. The eighth master finally failed to resist and used non-technical means to defend Zhuo Yang, and it was only at this time that he received a yellow card, which was enough to show the ability of the eighth master.

Even Li Tie shoveled Meng Er and rolled on the ground.

In the first half, there was only Shao Jia and a small yellow on both sides, and the opening of the second half will be ten minutes, and the two sides have each received three yellows, and the atmosphere of the game is suddenly tense. In fact, this is even more disadvantageous for Italy, they are a strong team, and the probability of winning is higher in a step-by-step manner, which makes the atmosphere of the game anxious and tense, but it is more conducive to the weak team to disrupt the battle.

There are many bright-eyed people on the court, and Meng Er and Lippi are a little helpless.

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In the 60th minute, Zhuo Yang took the ball in the front court, the Italian formation was very tight, and the running position of his teammates in front was almost locked, and he couldn't break through because of the eight masters. Zhuo Yang simply played by himself, dribbling the ball horizontally along the forty-meter line, and the eighth master never gave up accompanying him.

"Eighth master, I didn't feel how hard the second brother's feet were, I suspect he has been practicing secretly recently. What do you think? "I didn't forget to talk nonsense with the ball. Meng Er's goal in the first half was indeed unexpected by everyone, including Zhuo Yang, the second brother has long-range shooting skills, but such a tough cannonball-style shot is not his style, and the second brother's long-range shooting has always been known for tricky chicken thief drifting angles.

"Meng Er has indeed risen this year." The eighth master is a person who is inside, he is pulling eggs with Zhuo Yang, and at the same time observing and predicting Zhuo Yang's movements. Zhuo Yang's tone and pouting made the eighth master feel that he was a little jealous of his brother's entry into such an earth-shattering long shot.

Maybe this kid is holding back to shoot from a distance! The eighth master said in his heart.

Zhuo Yang has a hard foot, although he is not a well-known heavy gunner in football, but he is not less into long-range anger. Today, he was pestered by the eighth master to no avail, presumably at this time he also wanted to use a long shot to vent his evil anger, but he also did not want to be compared to his brother.

Therefore, Zhuo Yang dribbled the ball horizontally and raised his feet several times, but the eighth master was so shocked that he almost flew up.

Brought from the left to the right line in one breath, Zhuo Yang pulled the ball and turned around and returned along the same path, and the eighth master naturally had to follow him. In this way, it was very strange on the court, the two people seemed to be isolated from the game, running back and forth and talking.

But the other 20 people don't have a football anymore!

Italian players don't dare to rush up to help, and the Chinese team doesn't care, Zhuo Yang has absolute authority for whatever he wants. The eighth master couldn't snatch Zhuo Yang down, and Zhuo Yang couldn't break through the eighth master.

After going around like this again, winger Pepe couldn't help it, and he rushed over to help Jiaba, including Zhuo Yang. Italy's midfielder can't afford to lose his position, so it makes sense for him to do so.

"Eighth master, the game is over in a while, I'm going to beat the kid, are you helping him or helping me?" Zhuo Yang suddenly asked such a sentence, which made Gattuso laugh.

The eighth master knows Zhuo Yang too well, he will not beat someone because of the conflict on the court, unless this person sincerely provokes him, and he is still provoking when he gets off the court, and he does not hesitate to move first. Pepe didn't get to this point at all, if he had to beat someone, then Zhuo Yang would not be banned for another two lifetimes.

and lip service take advantage of it, Zhuo Yang is nothing more than that. But Pepe was very angry by Zhuo Yang's words: Why am I so unlucky, everyone looks at me unpleasantly.

Pepe, who was full of grief and indignation, secretly screamed and pounced, squeezing and squeezing to try to give Zhuo Yang a bitter face.

"You kid, you know ...... all day long" The eighth master was still thinking with Zhuo Yang, so he let Pei Pei, who was dodging Zhuo Yang like a bullfighter with too much force.

'Boom! Face to face collided, and a mushroom cloud could be seen between Gahachi and Pepe, and the two of them spun and fell to the ground.

Zhuo Yang was overjoyed, and he always wanted to find an opportunity to make the eighth master suffer a loss, but he didn't have a chance to do it at all, but he didn't expect Pepe to be so righteous. It is estimated that there is no need to think about beating him again, the eighth master will beat people first.

Zhuo Yang didn't care about Jia Baye at this moment, without the shackles, he immediately changed direction and rushed towards the hinterland of Italy with the ball. This change disrupted the Italian formation, and what it meant for Zhuo Yang to appear in the danger zone unrestrained, they knew too well.

The Italian men, as if they had seen Cleopatra VII, swarmed towards Zhuo Yang, and it was Meng Er who took the lead. Cleopatra couldn't resist so many men, and Zhuo Yang couldn't, his pass swept through Meng Er's thigh and flew to the bottom line on the right side, and the target was behind Zambrotta, lightning fast.

The second brother said that the big thing was not good, but he looked back and saw that Zheng Zheng, the No. 8 in white, had already completed the pass before Zambrotta, who turned back.

Shao Jiayi is a person who plays football with his brain, although the disadvantage in confrontation always makes him not have enough brains. But at this moment, the Italian defence lost his mark due to panic, and he also knew that goalkeeper Marchetti was not in position.

It was almost a zero degree angle, and it was still 3 meters away from the front post, but Shao Jiayi twisted his body in the face of Zheng Zheng's pass and swept the front post directly to shoot. His choice was completely unexpected by Marchetti, and even by Zhuo Yang.

The football slipped in from the gap between Marchetti and the front post, and the Chinese team led again 2:1, and the nosebleeds of Ba Ye and Pepe also happened to rush out forty meters.

Italian players and tens of thousands of Italian men and women were stunned, and Chinese players and tens of thousands of Chinese men and women cheered happily. With less than half an hour to go, the Chinese team has touched the threshold of the top 16.

There were still those who were unwilling to accept the difficulties of fate, and Marcello Lippi decided to use his last trump card.