Run, run, run!

It was as if Neymar's legs were unconscious, and he was just running mechanically towards the red back in front of him.

But the flame grew farther and farther away.

Can't catch up?

Can't catch up?!

Neymar's heart also burned with rage like a flame!

He started chasing from the edge of the Chinese penalty area, but did not enter the Brazilian half area...... But there is still no possibility of catching up!

Walk Neymar for thirty meters?!

This humiliation ...... How can you bear it?!

-

But what if he doesn't bear it?

He can't catch up with Long Shute who is racing with the ball at all!

Not to mention the flying tackle behind his back, even if he takes off his sneakers and throws them, he may not be able to hit the opponent......

Ay?

Neymar couldn't help but blink.

The flames suddenly stopped?!

What's going on?

-

"Longshut's furious advance! Brazil were defenseless in midfield! He crossed the midfield! Ay? ”

Zhang Bin's voice was obviously not contained, and everyone could feel the emotions of surprise and doubt:

"He stopped? Could it be that the repeated sprinting has strained the muscles? ”

"That's ...... Too bad! ”

Zhang Lu couldn't help but open his mouth, but he could only say such a sentence.

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Makes you crazy!

Make you arrogant!

Let you dare to intercept my rainbow pass!

You deserve it, right?!

Neymar couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, he accelerated again, and rushed towards Ronjut!

I won't have mercy on you!

I'm going to trample him to the ground!

And then kick you into the abyss!

-

Neymar can clearly see the number "8" on the back of the red jersey, as well as the four letters above the number:

“LONG”。

Although Brazilian, he also learned English for a few days, so he knows the meaning of the word.

It's long, it's far.

But this distance is not far away, he is already within reach.

Just stretch out your right leg in the next second, and you can finish the ball from under his feet!

Let's attack again!

Neymar rushed forward with confidence, and he was about to stretch out his leg to poke the ball away from the feet of Ronshute, but the red figure suddenly shook!

The face of the Brazilian demon seemed to be pumped by a violent storm at this moment, and there was a hot pain!

It's just a stone's throw away! Just half a meter away at your fingertips!

The flame...... Just start again and burn recklessly and move forward!

-

"It's ...... What's the situation?! ”

The narrators in the media box are going crazy.

They had no idea why Long Shute had stopped for half a second just now.

The lone midfielder Romulo was thrown off by him at the start, while the defenders stepped back at the same time...... At least there was no one in the area between seven or eight meters to hinder him, so why stop?

Judging by the fact that he regained his speed, there was nothing wrong with his body, because his impact was still so fast! It's still like lightning!

-

Neymar was just half a metre away from touching the football, but he still failed.

How could he be willing?!

The furious flames burned fiercely between his chest and abdomen, and his legs were full of strength again!

The cold air was swallowed by him in a big gulp, rushing along the trachea to the lobes of the lungs, and the blood seemed to be boiling!

Run!

Run!

Run!

The speed that had already reached the limit was broken in this instant!

Neymar squeezed all the potential out of his body!

Even if your legs cramp so much that you can't get out of bed after the race, even if you may cause muscle strain, even if your legs are too big to pull your eggs...... He doesn't care!

For this victory, he fought!

-

At the wide, flat London Olympic Arena, nearly 80,000 spectators watched a sprint race of more than 60 meters.

There were 20 other players on the pitch, but they behaved like the background, automatically filtered into gray and white by everyone......

Only two figures were running at high speed.

A red, like the scorching sun above the nine heavens.

A yellow, like gilt under the setting sun.

Gold is dazzling, but ...... How can you compete with the sun?

-

Brazil's backline finally stopped retreating, Silva stopped at the edge of the box, he knew it was the last line of defence, and as captain of the team, he had to stop the opponent!

Although he has moved to Ligue 1 upstart Paris Saint-Germain and is a little further away from the mainstream of European football, the battle-hardened Silva has not forgotten his rich experience.

He doesn't need to use the power of thunder to break Long Shute's leg, he still has teammates behind him, as long as he can slow down Long Shute's advance slightly, even if he has completed the task!

But Longshut refused to slow down!

He slid the ball diagonally forward, picking up speed again in the run!

After he slipped past Silva into the box, the world's top centre-back couldn't even grab his shirt!

Neymar, who witnessed this scene, was completely desperate.

He didn't even have time to stop, he could only collide with the captain of his national team!

Rolling on the grass, he could only watch as Long Shute gently pushed it from a meter away, and the football grazed the turf and jumped into the far corner of the goal!

-

“2-0！ In the 70th minute, the Chinese team took advantage of a counterattack opportunity to go to the next city! Ronshit scored twice! ”

Zhang Bin raised his arms and shouted in the live broadcast room:

"Look at this attack! This is still the ultimate embodiment of Longshute's personal ability! It's Neymar again! It's another one-man long-distance run! He once again proved that even the world's top defensive players are useless in the face of their unparalleled speed! ”

"Even though we all know that speed is the sharpest weapon of Ronjut, we still can't help but feel thrilled every time we see him break down the opponent's entire defense line by himself. Just like the sentence in the movie Kung Fu, the world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and unbreakable, Long Shute is to use the extreme speed to rush the seemingly impregnable Brazilian team's defense to pieces......"

Zhang Lu muttered to himself, and then suddenly smiled:

"Hehe, I got the wrong commentary."

-

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......"

Heavy steam rose from his mouth and nose, and his throat seemed to be filled with chili peppers, and every breath was a fiery sting.

The green tendons on his thighs were throbbing slightly, and one muscle was visibly stiff.

He tried to lift his right foot slightly, but his foot didn't move as if he had a thousand pounds of weight tied to it.

As the heir to samba football with excellent physical coordination, Neymar never felt that his body would not listen to his command, but at this moment, there was nothing he could do.

He could only look at Silva with a pleading gaze and let the big brother pull himself up.

Then he saw a red figure standing in front of him, he subconsciously straightened his legs, but a soreness and pain immediately spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Long Shute glanced at his embarrassed opponent.

He didn't celebrate in front of Neymar to anger his young rival.

He just shrugged his shoulders slightly, and then laughed:

"Huh."

The corners of Neymar's eyes suddenly turned red!

The laughter reached his ears, but it made him feel harsh like never before!

Scoring such a crucial goal, killing all the prestige of Brazilian football, and slapping me in the face of a super genius who has been seen once in 50 years...... You just laugh?

Shouldn't you be celebrating?

Kneeling, roaring, front flips, chain flips, kicking the corner flag, kissing the camera, strafing with submachine guns, kissing into the stands...... Even if you slap me in front of me, it's better than laughing so sadly, right?

At least...... That means you're excited, right?

But now...... You just let out a "hehe" without smiling, what does that mean?!

Beat my Brazilian...... Isn't it worth celebrating?!

What could be more humiliating than this?!