Chapter 446: Zheng Chenggong in Italy
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Zhuo Yang's scimitar cross, the football accurately found Mario Gomez at the far end, the musketeer grabbed a step, 15 meters from the goal, flying with a header hard, was picked off by Toldo, and Gomez, who rolled down a body of grass clippings, was so angry that he slammed his fists on the ground.
If this continues, Gomez will evolve into a defensive centre-forward in the Champions League.
The 35-year-old Francisco Toldo became famous in Batistuta's Fiorentina, but it was the bewitching European Championship and the unbelievable semi-final that made him 'Santoldo'.
In that game, the whole field of Italy, which had one less player to play not long after, was pressed to the ground by the host Netherlands and rubbed hard, and the Italians could no longer afford to toss anything but desperately eat yellow cards. Toldo, who replaced Buffon as the starting goalkeeper of the national team before the start of the game, became the lonely savior Zhao Zilong, including the penalty shootout, he allowed the Dutch to shoot a total of five penalty kicks in vain, and finally pounced on the embarrassed Italy to the final, and the Dutchman cried so much that he wanted to dig his ancestral grave.
The Dutchman looked up at the sky forty-five degrees and held back his tears. At the end of March the following year, the terrible German media spread rumors that FIFA was preparing to change the rules for foul decisions in the penalty area, canceling the penalty kick and directly counting 0.5 goals.
After calming down, the Dutch realized that it was April Fool's Day.
The root of all this is thanks to Tordo. It's all against the Dutch, and Toldo is Italy's Zheng Chenggong.
As a typical goal-line goalkeeper, Toldo has reached the pinnacle in goal-front positioning and goal-line technology, and has solid basic skills. Compared to Buffon, what he lacks is attacking ability and control of the entire penalty area.
But Toldo's characteristics combined with Inter's defense just restrained the invincible Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang, as the number one demon knife in European football, seems to be always easy to break the goal, in fact, most of his shots are the kind of personal skills to get rid of the comfortable and calm shooting type, coupled with Zhuo Yang's outstanding shooting footwork, his attack on the goal hit the range of the goal frame is very high, and all of them go to the angle of the goal.
As a result, the accuracy of the shot is quite high, but the suddenness is not enough. He took it in his stride, and the goalkeeper had plenty of time to prepare. In other words, Zhuo Yang likes me to let you know where I want to shoot and where I want to shoot, but you just can't save.
Toldo is the best goalkeeper in football in Italy, he is the best at saving all kinds of tricky shots, and he is also very good at choosing his own position in front of the goal according to the characteristics of the position of the shooter, and the basic skills are so solid, so Toldo saves Zhuo Yang's attack, but he has a lot of experience.
The last goalkeeper to match Zhuo Yang's shooting style was Akinfeev of CSKA Moscow in last year's UEFA Cup, but he is still some distance from Toldo.
Originally, there were not many opportunities to shoot in the face of strict defense, and there was another door saint standing, and Zhuo Yang was difficult.
Since it is at home, Madiburg will not be as passive as in the previous leg, and Inter Milan will not dare to press recklessly, and most of the competition between the two sides is concentrated in the narrow area of more than 30 meters above and below the center line.
In the 41st minute, Debich took the ball and suddenly passed, and the Frenchman, who had been taking the ball out of his own right, played such a trick and shook Cambiaso's dust, and Debichy, who was quite expected under his feet, twisted the ball and was chased by Stankovic, who was urgently filling the position, and was chased and put down outside the penalty area.
25 meters away from the goal, Zhuo Yang stood in front of the ball and looked at the relationship between Toldo and the goal. Anyway, he has nearly four years of professional football experience, and the free kicks are even more meticulously crafted, and at a glance, Zhuo Yang can see that Toldo just casually stops there, just like a martial arts protagonist with martial arts, there are few flaws around.
It's a feeling, not something specific, maybe a combination of eye expressions and small body language. The master has made a move, and this is what he wants!
Aim, aim, Zhuo Yang made a mistake in the choice of free kick angle for the first time, and the whistle waited for no one, so you can imagine how high the quality of the ball can be kicked between hesitation. The shot that forced his way around the inside of the wall was blocked by Zanetti, who was standing on the very back of the line, with his legs blocked, and Madiburg didn't even land a corner.
In the last minute of the first half, Zhuo Yang stabbed from the left side of Inter, dodged Stankovic on the left and right, and when he crossed Cambiaso, he staggered Veron like a snowstorm.
Córdoba, who had been following closely from the left flank, was on the left, Zanetti was on the right, and Materazzi was in front of him. The three tigers will intend to lock the demon in an iron cage, and Zhuo Yang is still a trapped beast fight.
Brake suddenly! Zhuo Yang stood at the O point of the equilateral triangle, the football lay quietly on the right foot between his legs, the center of gravity of his body leaned slightly to the left, and he slumped over and looked at the three masters who were around.
When breaking through with the ball, it is very taboo for people and the ball to die there, and only when you move can you have speed and deception, but Zhuo Yang doesn't care. In the eyes of the three of Samako, Zhuo Yang in front of him was just like Zhuo Yang looked at Toldo just now, there was no flaw in his body, and his posture and posture were clear and could teleport and disappear at any time, and he couldn't predict the direction.
The three of them spread their wings like eagles catching chickens, but no one dared to rush to grab them, and the scene was a little dignified and a little funny.
If the enemy doesn't move, I will move! Just when the nerves of those three had jumped to the limit of breaking, Zhuo Yang's body tilted sharply to the right, as if he wanted to pass between Zanetti and Materazzi. The master made a move, and the person who made the first move took the lead but also revealed a flaw.
The three tigers of Inter Milan made a sticking block in the blink of an eye, ready to close Zhuo Yang at any time with rough or strangulation.
The ball didn't move, and Zhuo Yang suddenly leaned to the left like a pendulum, aiming for the position of the trio between Córdoba and Materazzi, who were slightly slack after the change of position.
These three are also generals who have been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, how can they not be mentally prepared to guard against Zhuo Yang's hand. The three of them fine-tuned their pace at the same time, and suddenly tightened, and the encirclement was closed, however, this time the ball still did not move.
While stepping on the ball with his left foot and pulling back, Zhuo Yang is now real. The whole person popped back, and even the person broke away from the custom of closing the front road with the ball, and when the right foot landed, the football happened to hit the right side. Zhuo Yang is like an afterimage, shooting out in an 'L'-shaped right-angle trajectory, like a demon.
Zanetti, Materazzi, and Cordoba huddled together, and the three of them watched as Zhuo Yang calmly adjusted the football at their side and then pulled out the full moon scimitar to shoot, the arc was like a holy light shining in their hearts.
Amid the roar of Victor's applause, Toldo took two steps back and soared into the air, his 196-centimeter length obscuring the sky in front of the goal like a dark cloud.
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