"I'll kick the first one."

Dong Fangzhuo firmly listed himself as the first person to take a penalty, which does not need to be considered, his penalty is 100 shots, he does not take the penalty, who penalizes, just like the opposite, Ronaldo must be the first.

In the penalty shootout in the semifinals of the 2012 European Cup, because Ronaldo was not the first to stand up, but chose the fifth to play, and the result of the penalty shootout with Spain, he almost did not even take a penalty, because the first four rounds were over, for which Ronaldo was also ridiculed by Messi fans, saying that he did not dare to take a penalty, in fact, it was Ronaldo who wanted to take the last penalty and resist all the pressure.

As for who will play in the second one, he is a little unsure. Feng Xiaoting, Zhang Linpeng, Yang Liyu and Huang Bowen, we have to consider who will punish the last one, and the pressure on the last one is even greater than the first.

"I'll come," Yang Liyu volunteered, looking full of confidence, the second penalty was relatively not too stressful, but he was able to take the initiative to stand up at his age, and his courage was enough.

"Okay, that's you."

"Feng Xiaoting, you kick the last one."

Dong Fangzhuo suddenly looked at Feng Xiaoting, Feng Xiaoting can be said to be his closest comrade-in-arms, and there is nothing wrong with handing over the best and difficult tasks to him. Of course, once Feng Xiaoting can't score, Feng Xiaoting will also have to bear great consequences, of course, it was Dong Fangzhuo who asked him to play, and Dong Fangzhuo has the greatest responsibility.

In this case, the arrangement of the third and fourth is much simpler.

"Huang Bowen, you kick the third."

"Zhang Linpeng, you kick the fourth."

In this way, Dong Fangzhuo arranged the order. Other teammates began to walk towards the arc of the middle circle, and Feng Renliang was supported by his teammates and walked over, lining up in the arc of the middle circle.

Dong Fangzhuo walked to Li Xuepeng's side, "If you need a sixth one, it's you." ”

"You're the seventh," he said, pointing at Wang Gang.

“……”

……

Although it is rare for a penalty kick to be kicked to the tenth round, Dong Fangzhuo still confirmed it with everyone.

Portugal is a little slower, and Santos is still choosing.

The first one is definitely Cristiano Ronaldo, the second looks to be B, and then three more players have followed Ronaldo's pace, namely Pepe, Mario and A.

It seems that the five-person group is also confirmed.

After the referee confirmed the penalty line, he called Ronaldo and Dong Fangzhuo together. It was clear that a coin was tossed to choose who would take the penalty first, and Portugal got the penalty right.

"We see now that Zeng Cheng walked towards the goal, Portugal had to take the penalty first, and Ronaldo was the first."

"Ronaldo's penalties are rarely missed, does Zeng Cheng have any hope of saving?"

"In the middle circle, the players on both sides are lined up in two rows, and they are closely connected together. On the Portuguese side, though, Fonte turned behind him. ”

"There are no players like this on the Chinese team, but on the bench, Wei Shihao has already hidden, and he didn't dare to watch the penalty shootout."

"Zeng Cheng is already standing on the goal line, he is trying to wave his arms to interfere with Ronaldo,"

The eyes of fans all over the world fell on Ronaldo at this time.

With a beep, Ronaldo wiped the sweat off his face and took a deep breath before running, obviously, his pressure was also quite huge. Even as one of the top three stars in the world, he feels a lot of pressure.

In the end, he chose to push the bottom right corner of the goal, and Zeng Cheng pounced in the opposite direction. The ball speed is not very fast, but the angle is tricky to the extreme, even if Zeng Cheng pounces in the right direction, the probability of saving is almost zero.

Drink! Ronaldo swung his right fist fiercely, instantly releasing the pressure on his body.

"It's a pity that Zeng Cheng didn't judge the right direction, and Portugal temporarily led 1:0 in the penalty shootout."

"It doesn't matter, we have Dong Fangzhuo, Dong Fangzhuo's penalty kick is not nine out of ten, but 100% hit, at least in this first round, we are very calm!"

When Ronaldo passed by Dong Fangzhuo's side, he glanced at Dong Fangzhuo meaningfully.

Dong Fangzhuo ignored him and walked straight to the penalty spot, he didn't have so many actions and thoughts like Ronaldo, as soon as the whistle sounded, he kicked the ball directly into the upper right corner of the goal!

“1:1。”

'The pressure was left to the team-mates and it was four penalties to decide the winner.

When passing by Zeng Cheng, Dong Fangzhuo gently hugged Zeng Cheng.

"Come on!"

At this time, no one can help Zeng Cheng, only Zeng Cheng himself.

Zeng Cheng stood in front of the goal again, this time facing Manchester City midfielder B.

When the whistle sounded, seat B, like Dong Fangzhuo, also chose the upper right corner of the goal, Zeng Cheng made the right save this time, but it was too far away from the ball!

2:1, Portugal once again led the Chinese team.

Once again, there was a huge cheer from the Portuguese fans. Such a sound penetrated into Yang Liyu's ears, making his breathing become heavy. Taking a step forward, he felt like his legs were dragging something weighing hundreds of pounds. Suddenly, he regretted that he had taken the initiative to apply for a penalty.

But at this time, there is no possibility of doing bad seeds!

Isn't it just a penalty?

Like his predecessors, he habitually spat on the turf, and then bravely walked into the big forbidden area.

He never looked at the Portuguese goalkeeper, and after putting the ball at the penalty spot, he pulled back the distance.

"Hey, rookie, come here!"

Patricio was provoking him.

"Look, you're scared."

"You don't even dare to look at the goal, give up, you can't."

"You're going to kick this penalty!"

Patricio continued to stimulate Yang Liyu with words.

bah

Yang Liyu spat again, almost spitting saliva at the referee's feet......

Beep

The whistle still sounded, and Yang Liyu started quickly in place and rushed to the ball.

With a bang, the ball was pulled out with his right foot.

The ball flies straight to the middle of the goal! There is no angle at all.

And Patricio had already flown to the left, and he was deceived, although Yang Liyu's shot really didn't have a standard to speak of.

"Yang Liyu!"

"He shot the ball into the middle of the net!"

“2:2！”

"His courage is commendable! At this age, few people dare to stand in front of the penalty spot in the World Cup final. Look at Wei Shihao, he is hiding on the bench now, and he has never dared to look at ......"

After the goal, Yang Liyu ran to Patricio and marked a sentence in English.

"See! Can I score your goal? ”

"Rookie!"

"You wait and cry!"

Yang Liyu will also play psychological warfare, hanging his index fingers on his face, taunting Patricio, which is also to help his teammates who come up behind him to relieve pressure, and at the same time put pressure on Patricio.

"Now, it's time to look at the third round, and it's Mario who comes up from Portugal."