Lippi stood on the sidelines, his hands dazed, he couldn't believe his eyes. Zhuo Yang scratched his head vigorously on the field, he couldn't believe it, thinking that he had seen a fake Pirlo today. Zhuo Yang wanted to run over and pull the sleeping face to see if any of his teammates were impersonating.

Pirlo passed straight to the bottom line, and the ball flew over the goal like a happy lark.

Pirlo's pass, in addition to scaring Wang Dalei out of a cold sweat, he thought that he was going to hang the door, and everyone else was stunned. At this moment, not only the Chinese are questioning Pirlo's sincerity in the game, but even the Italians are beginning to doubt whether Pirlo intends to sell his lord for glory.

Pirlo was as elegant and handsome as ever, and no one else could see a trace of guilt in his smile.

Three jokes were passed on three feet, and if the pace continued, Pirlo would be able to leave Totti alone at the end of the game, and a book of "Sleeping Jokes" would be published. Zhuo Yang also felt that Pirlo would continue like this, the joke was light, it was purely shameless, what else is it called sleeping skin, is it okay to sleep without skin?

Pirlo didn't let the joke continue, in fact he didn't have time to tell it. Sleepy Pi won the ball in the midfield for the fourth time, and before he could pass it, he was robbed by Shao Jiayi, who is not good at intercepting the Chinese team.

This is not a joke, but a treachery, just like Lin Daiyu robbed Wu Song in the dark night with embroidered bandages, and Wu Erlang's ring knife was confiscated by Sister Lin.

Linga's single-handedly attempt to penetrate into the depths of Italy did not wait for his team-mates to respond, and Cannavaro was extremely passive in his efforts to save the day. The danger was lifted, and the team bent down to see Pi Shao with both hands on their thighs, and his nose was panting like a steam train.

Do you think Pi Shao will apologize to him? Non-existent, Pirlorri ignored Cannavaro.

By the end of the next wave of offensive and defensive transitions, the game quietly came to the 82nd minute, and time was like a noose of death, which had strangled Italy's throat.

Pirlo received the ball in midfield, and this time he didn't stop or pass, but took the ball leisurely and slowly. Zhuo Yang was very curious and wanted to see what Pi Shao planned to do this time, but only the newly recruited Wang Dong of the Chinese team forced forward.

When the king cave was about to arrive, the sleeping skin came out of his foot, and a small parabola that seemed to be unhurried came out suddenly. Not sharp but in an instant, falling straight behind the Chinese team's defense, Zhuo Yangxin said: Not good!

Quagliarella stood out from the anti-offside position in the ribs, and did not wait for the ball to hit the ground in the big penalty area. Wang Dalei jumped himself out like a grasshopper and magically rejected the paranoia of football with one palm.

The ball flew to the waistline of the diagonal penalty area, and Meng Erge fell from the sky, and a light follow-up shot made the football into the goal from a small angle. At 2:2, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Thinking about it afterwards, Zhuo Yang thought about it carefully, and it was not unusual for Pirlo, who had not touched the ball seriously for more than a month, to find his feelings in ten minutes. It only took four touches to restore the ball to its peak level, which was originally the strength of the sleeping skin.

But at the moment of losing the ball, Zhuo Yang, who had nothing to do in the process, still had a tingling on his scalp, and he seriously suspected that Pirlo had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger just now, and paralyzing the Chinese team by pretending to be a low-level bad mistake. At this moment, Zhuo Yang felt that Pirlo had learned badly, and his acting skills were bold and realistic, and dark.

Brother Meng scored twice, but even his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Pirlo. The pass just now was already accurate to the micron level, and the ball speed arc and force landed at the point, just like Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing", and it was impossible to add or subtract a single word.

Pirlo was still expressionless, as serene as he had just woken up from a nap and had just drunk afternoon tea.

Zhuo Yang is a little too big, even if not the best Pirlo is enough to make Italy's offensive and defensive rhythm clearer, which will make their attack more layered, and the Chinese team will become more and more chaotic under Pirlo's scheduling. Time is short, but with Pirlo, everything seems delicate.

Zhuo Yang knew that he was almost completely locked by Gattuso today, and the eighth master didn't seem to plan to live until dawn tomorrow, and he really worked hard to defend, not only fighting for his old life, but also taking advantage of the rest of his life.

In order to get rid of the eighth master's goblin grinding, Zhuo Yang has run more than 14 kilometers in more than 80 minutes, which is far beyond the distance he has traveled in other competitions in the national team, and even the data in the club cannot even be seen in dust. But even so, it didn't make the old-fashioned Jia Baye collapse.

If you don't collapse again, Lao Tzu will collapse. Eighth master, okay!

The two cotton sticks in the nostrils of the eighth master just now ran away, one nostril was fine, but the other was still bleeding. The eighth master didn't care, the nosebleed flowed down his beard into his mouth, and he just licked it and smacked his lips, but the referee couldn't care less.

Under Mr. Damon's order, the eighth master ran to the sidelines in a rage to stuff new cotton sticks, and after stuffing them, he returned to Zhuo Yang's side with fire. At the last moment, the eighth master no longer adhered to the constraints of the forty-meter area, as long as Zhuo Yang entered the half, the eighth master would come as promised.

Zhuo Yang dribbled the ball horizontally in the middle circle again, and at this time, the Chinese team was no longer pressing on it vigorously, and there were only three or two people pretending to be in the front court. The Italians, on the other hand, are also pressing high and they need to attack and score goals.

Gattuso was entangled in Zhuo Yang's vitality while gasping for breath, his lungs were burning like a soldering iron at this time, and the fiery red soldering iron was placed in the bellows. The eighth master knew that after this game, no matter whether he won or lost, he would probably have to lie in bed for two whole days. But the eighth master is also proud, looking at world football, who else can single-handedly defend Zhuo Yang to the point that it is almost useless? The only time Zhuo Yang picked up a bargain was caused by his teammates' plots.

There is this battle, although there is no regret in death.

The eighth master doesn't want to die yet, because the game is not over yet, and his task has not been completed. In fact, Gattuso has already thought that no matter what he plays this year, he will retire from the national team after the World Cup. No matter if today is the last game or he can defend the title, he will retire.

In fact, thinking about it, the eighth master may hope that the Chinese team will be his last national team game, because in this way, he can brag to his son in the future: Do you know Zhuo Yang? Just your Uncle Zhuo Yang. Dad, I was on the verge of crying in the last game.

Thinking of this, Gattuso felt his vitality draw out of the dantian a little more, and he took a deep breath of the cold sea breeze from the southern Indian Ocean, which made his scorching lungs a little refreshed.

Zhuo Yang was not in a hurry, and he bumped into the eighth master with the ball and had a lot of fun. Time is a pig-killing knife, Pirlo can't let this knife go and leave it alone, he ran over and joined hands with Jia Baye to get his old teammate Zhuo Yang.

At this moment, something happened on the field, and the eighth master used a hidden weapon to hurt people.