"A false alarm, haha!"

Ramos, who was sitting in the stands, breathed a sigh of relief, and he smiled and poked his teammates next to him, "But that kid is really fast, isn't he?" ”

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He remembered that a healthy self was as unstoppable as a wind, and all defenders, whether in Italy or in Europe, had to tremble before this storm.

He saw the shadow of his peak in this little guy who was eight years younger than himself, but ...... His man-ball combination is much lighter than his! The dribbling posture is also much more chic and elegant!

I don't know who I learned the ball control of this red number eight, how can it have a taste of South American street football?

Kaka frowned.

Technical coach ...... at Ajax Isn't Bergkamp? How can such a freewheeling student be taught?

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Bergkamp doesn't care if his students look good or not, and like Van Basten, he only cares about whether Ronshvet's attack will end in such a hurry.

The importance of this counter-attack is well known to each of them, and if they can equalize, then the outcome of this game will be in suspense......

"Long Shute...... Didn't give up! ”

The first commentator to react turned out to be Zhang Lu, who was thousands of miles away, and through his reading glasses, there seemed to be two flashes of light in his eyes.

In the footage broadcast in real time, the red figure fell, landed, and then chased after the ball that flew up!

The flight just now lasted less than 0.3 seconds, and his sprint momentum was only slightly paused, and then he regained his momentum!

Mourinho in the coach's seat put down his cocked legs, sat up straight with his upper body, and his butt seemed to leave the seat at any moment.

Van Basten was so nervous that he didn't make any moves, just grabbed his trouser pocket with his hand, which could be torn at any time!

The ball bounced a little high, flying straight over Pepe's head and crashing into the space between him and Carvalho.

The distance between the two defenders was about five or six metres, a safe and dangerous distance, so Carvalho was ready to step forward to clear the ball and Pepe turned to chase back.

Pepe, who chose to play for Portugal, is actually Brazilian, but he doesn't play like a player from the football kingdom at all, he has a fiery personality, and once he gets into the heat, he loses his mind in an instant and does something that goes beyond his work ethic - in this respect, he actually has a common language with Suarez.

Pepe's previous attack was so hard that as he braked and turned, the most terrifying sprinter in the field was already chasing after him!

Do you want to foul or not?

The thought flashed through Pepe's mind.

I admire all the eighteen martial arts, and I am proficient in all ...... Which trick to use to deal with him?

Black Tiger Fist? Sweeping legs? Leaning on the mountain? Mandarin duck crutches? Whipping? Tarzan crushes elbows? Or a deadly scissor kick?

While the learned warrior monk was still struggling, he saw that his opponent was already beyond a position, and ordinary moves were no longer enough to stop him, so he could only grit his teeth and rush forward.

The ball hasn't hit the ground yet!

When he unloads the ball, he will definitely slow down!

That's your best chance!

Pepe's mind was about to boil, but he still retained a trace of rational judgment.

So instead of recklessly abandoning himself, he chased after his opponent and waited for the last chance.

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The soccer ball is falling.

Lonshette has to make a decision.

What to do with this ball?

Pepe behind him is like a fierce hungry wolf, but Carvalho in front of him is like a cunning old fox, as long as they reveal their space, they will immediately tear themselves to pieces with their sharp claws!

The soccer ball is falling.

He has been lowered to the level of his own eyes.

Long Shute's footsteps involuntarily paused.

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That red back has finally slowed down!

Pepe's heart suddenly swelled with ecstasy!

His legs burst with unprecedented energy at this moment!

He launched the final charge towards that striking figure 8!

Lao Tzu has caught up with you!

See where else you kid can run?!

The red back became extremely close at this moment, and he could pull him by as long as he reached out......

But he will never be able to pull it off!

The white figure of 8 suddenly disappeared from Pepe's field of vision!

Before his pupils could even contract, he saw a white shadow rushing towards him!

"Don't!"

He heard a shout from the other man's mouth.

Damn!

Carvalho, you're not in my way!

A huge force crashed into him!

Pepe's heart was suffocated for a while, and his eyes suddenly went black, and he fell to the ground with his back to the sky!

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Van Basten's mouth opened wide as he finally scratched the pocket of his trousers.

Mourinho jerked up from his seat.

Ramos in the stands turned pale.

Suarez, who was a few dozen meters away, smiled in surprise.

The white scarves in the hands of 80,000 Real Madrid fans fell at the same time.

There was no sound to be heard from this magnificent stadium at this moment!

Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.

Everyone was trembling at what was happening on the pitch!

Longshute ...... Broke through Real Madrid's second and third lines of defense at the same time!

There was only Casillas in front of him!

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"This, this, this...... How did he get past the defenders? ”

Zhang Lu, who is nearly sixty years old, asked all the audience's voices.

But at this moment, no one answered his question.

With this question in mind, everyone continued to focus on the red figure.

His next move will determine the pass just now...... Is it a successful work of art, or a worthless waste of energy!

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Real Madrid's goalkeeper Iker Casillas has a dry throat.

Ever since Ronjut's counterattack began, his concentration had remained high and he hadn't let up, but only a second ago...... But he didn't see anything!

All he saw was a red flame rushing out!

Two of his teammates have obviously formed a trap situation, but why does this guy still appear unscathed on the edge of the big penalty area?!

The Real Madrid goalkeeper didn't even have the energy to pay attention to Pepe and Carvalho, who were not far away, and all he had in his eyes was the red-and-white number eight!

I'm the captain of the European Champion, the World Champion, and I'm the best goalkeeper on the planet......

Come on!

Shoot at me!

Even Arjen Robben's inevitable goal in the World Cup final was kept out of the door by me, the Ajax number eight...... What can you kick?

Casillas had all the preparations, he took a step forward, extended the range of his defence one more round, and reduced the angle of his opponent's shot by one turn.

Come on!

Let's shoot!

Casillas let out a defiant roar!

He's going to destroy his opponent's mental defenses!

Long Shute glanced at him on the edge of the penalty area, as if looking at a fool.

I don't know Spanish, what the hell are you called?!

His left foot stepped into the penalty area, but his right foot was directly behind the football!

"Bang!"

Casillas's pupils contracted like wheat in an instant!

He made the same choice as he did in the World Cup final!

Open your hands high to seal the air area, but lower your body at the same time lower your center of gravity and block the low altitude area with your two long legs!

Robben planted this trick on me!

Infallible!

"Boom!"

Cassie felt a slight pain in his leg, but he laughed instead.

See, my long legs are blocking your shot!

Are you convinced?

Ay? Why are you laughing too?

Ay? This GRD Soccer ...... Why didn't it bounce out?

It it ...... How did he just change direction a little bit, but still flew into the empty goal?!

That stinky boy...... He, he, he...... Scored?!

I'm the gate of St. Cassie's guard!

Pierced by him again!

The Real Madrid captain sat on the line of the small penalty area!

His ass hurts!