"Riquelme takes a corner, the football is fast and of good quality-"

'Players from Tarragona and Villarreal huddled in the box, Forlan jumped and Jose. Mali...... The defenders who followed them didn't dare to slack off, and they also jumped up to fight for the top! ”

"The football has been rubbed off! It's too chaotic in the penalty area, I don't know who touched the football, I guess I will only wait to watch the slow-motion replay, the football continues to fly backwards, and someone appears there! …… Number 23! It's Villarreal's number 23! ”

"He jumped! He jumped really high...... Uh, it looks like I skipped my head......"

"Header - from Villarreal 23 Fan!"

The fans were screaming and shouting in the stands, the commentators in the commentary box were also exclaiming, and Arces looked nervously into the penalty area of the stadium, his nails almost embedded in the flesh. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Can you get in? Can this goal be scored? ”

Arceth kept muttering to himself, his tone full of anticipation. I just made a bet with Correa like a fight, if Fan Bizhuang scored a goal in a blink of an eye, it would be no less than Chi Guoguo's beating Correa in the face!

Correa's expression also lost his previous calmness and confidence, but shouted again and again in a little panic: "The 23rd jumped!" He jumped too high, higher than football...... Jump early, this ball is difficult for him to handle! He missed his best shot on goal! ”

Correa's words were both comforting and "cursing", cursing Fan Bizhuang for not being able to score.

On the sidelines, Pellegrini clenched his fists and stared in the direction of the goal without blinking, full of anticipation.

Beside him, Ruben also stared nervously and did not say a word.

On the field, Fan Bizhuang knew that he was suffering at this time.

As soon as he jumped up, he found that he seemed to be really jumping early. He wasn't good at shooting, and as for header kung fu, he knew nine out of ten. When he saw the ball flying in this direction, he immediately jumped up, but the prediction was wrong, and when he jumped to the highest point, the ball was able to arrive, almost near his shoulder.

The head is on top, the football is on the bottom, how can this be topped?

If your feet are on the ground, you can change your posture, but now that he is in mid-air, it is impossible to violate the laws of physics and use his chest to top in the air, right?

Fan Bizhuang has a sense of déjà vu that he wants to cry without tears.

"MD, fight!"

Fan Bizhuang roared in his heart, and while his body was still in mid-air, he forcibly shrank his head, lowered his head as much as he could, like a crow holding a stone, and hit the football with his face.

He was lucky because he succeeded, and the moment the ball flew in, he also hit the ball in the face.

Fan Bizhuang only felt a sharp pain on his face, the friction of the football against his cheek made him feel like he was burned by fire, and then, he fell from the air and fell to the ground, and he didn't have time to observe the result of this "header", covering his face and grinning.

There was silence in the stadium.

In everyone's eyes, the football hit Villarreal's No. 23 player on the cheek like a cannonball, and he changed direction and drilled into the net.

It was a stroke of luck!

More than 10,000 home fans were stunned and sighed in their hearts about each other's good fortune.

But it's a fact that the ball went in, no matter how dissatisfied and depressed you are, if you go in, you go in, no matter what method others use, what part, even if the opponent scores with your ass, it's still in!

"Enter...... Entered? The ball went in?! ”

The fans were still sighing at the incredible goal with their faces, and Nihat had already reacted, jumping up with his arms raised, "Beautiful! Pretty!! Pretty!!! Rookie, you're doing a great job! Score goals with your face, you can't be convinced! Ha ha! ”

After that, the stadium also became noisy, and the few away fans also clapped their hands and laughed.

"The ball is in! We're ahead! ”

"It was the face that scored the ball? It's a bit ...... though. However, it's good to score goals! We've won! ”

"I know the number 23, he was lucky enough to provide an assist for Cach at the last minute in the last round of the league, and this time, he was lucky enough to score with his face! I think I kind of like him, he's a player who can bring good luck to the team! ”

"I think I can see why Mr. Manuel would put a rookie like him on the pitch...... With him, our team will be in bad luck! …… By the way, is his name Fan? Ha, I will definitely pay attention to the owner of this name in the future! ”

Pellegrini shook his fist fiercely, and a smile on his face was like a flower: "Well done, Fan!" ”

Reuben waved his arms and ran around excitedly.

These two coaches really didn't expect that Fan Bizhuang's luck would be so good, he contributed an assist in his first appearance, and he scored directly on the second substitute appearance.

It was ...... to start his career in this way It couldn't be more perfect! -- Well, a lot of it comes from luck, but anyway, the assists and goals are real, and you can't erase such statistics.

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"Enter...... Entered? ”

Arces's eyes widened, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously in disbelief, and after making sure that the football was in the net, he slapped the table and jumped up excitedly: "The ball is in!" Entered! It's in!! Entered!! The goal was scored by Villarreal's No.23 player, a young rising star from old China, whose name is ...... Fan! ”

The commentators, who were still immersed in the shock of the opponent's goal with their faces, also came back to their senses under the roar of Arceus, no matter what way the opponent scored the ball, it was in, and at this time, it was time for them to fulfill their work obligations, and they couldn't be stunned!

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！ It's incredible! The young Villarreal newcomer sent the football into the net in an unbelievable way! ”

"It's a ......," one commentator hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "A difficult goal!" 1:0, Villarreal leads! ”

"I heard that this Chinese kid named Fan gave an important assist after coming off the bench in the last round of the league? It's really a good young man, maybe many people didn't know who he was before, but after this goal, many people will remember him and remember this Chinese player named Fan! ”

In a way, the profession of a narrator is no different from that of a media reporter, a group of people who see the wind and rudder, and if you are good enough, they will trumpet you, and if you don't do well, then they will make you black.

Before, most of the commentators in this group of commentators were disdainful of Fan Bizhuang, a rookie rookie, but now that Fan Bizhuang has scored a goal, all kinds of praise and praise are thrown out as if they don't want money.

"It's just shit luck!" Correa snorted coldly.

He just made a bet with Alces, who was not on the right path, and firmly believed that the other party was a piece of mud that could not support the wall and had no future, but in a blink of an eye, the opponent scored, although the opponent's goal had a lot of luck, but it still made Correa feel the pain of being slapped in the face.

Arces didn't think Fan Bizhuang was so powerful, but anyway, it was he who had the upper hand at the moment, and there seemed to be a mocking smile in his eyes: "It doesn't matter if he's lucky or not, at least he scored!" Remember, Correa, his name is Van ! FAN, not VAN! ”

"You ......" Correa was so angry that his mustache was about to rise, "don't be complacent, it's just one game, I don't believe he can have such luck in every game!" A year is still a long time! I still believe that the Oriental people can't play, this little rookie, with no future, will definitely be out of the limelight in a year! ”

Arces ignored his provocation and waved his hand with a smile: "I don't know what will happen in a year, I just want to ask you, now, is your face swollen?" ”

Do you have a swollen face?

Is your face swollen?

Is it swollen?

No?

Chiguoguo's ridicule lingered in his ears, Correa was depressed and had the urge to vomit blood, but he couldn't do anything, he could only stare at Arces viciously, and by the way, glared at the No. 23 rookie on the field!

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Fan Bizhuang lay on the ground, and the surroundings were quiet.

"Yes...... Didn't get in? ”

As soon as such a thought came to mind, the scene erupted in cheers and shouts.

Fan Bizhuang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, only to feel that the pain on his face had disappeared a lot.

Sure enough, the shouting of teammates had reached the front.

"Well done, Fan!"

"Oriental boy, what a genius you are! I even thought of shooting with my face! Ha ha! ”

"I just want to ask, did the football hit you in the face, or did you deliberately hit the football with your face...... Uh, it's a bit of a tongue twister, no matter what, either way, this shot is too stupid for anyone to shoot! ”

"Little rookie, your luck is really against the sky! Giving an assist in the last game, scoring in this game, you are amazing! Ha! ”

Hosico, Fran, Mari and others rushed up, slipped and fell to the ground one after another, and pressed Fan Bizhuang, who was still covering his face, under him, cheering loudly and making it hard at the same time.

The pain on Fan Bizhuang's face, which was pressed under the crowd, had not completely disappeared, and his body was once again devastated. Broken, painful and happy, he searched for a figure with his eyes.

Cazorla had a bad premonition, and when he saw Fan Bizhuang's eyes look at him, he gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he had made a major decision, and when his teammates were still struggling to celebrate, he ran alone to the camera lens on the sidelines.

I saw him pointing to his crotch with both hands, his face hideous, and his mouth screaming.

"I'm an idiot!"

"I'm an idiot!"

"I-I'm an idiot!"

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"What does that mean?"

"San Diego, is this crazy?"

The commentators looked at each other, and everyone had a suspicious look on their faces.

Someone turned their eyes on Arces, and the royal commentator of Villarreal was also embarrassed.

He suddenly thought of the last game, which was a similar situation, when Nihat took off his pants in front of the camera, pointed at the balls and yelled "I'm a fool", and now, Cazorla is also coming to such a play, what is going on with this Nima?

"Ha, tradition, it's tradition! That's right, that's our tradition! ”

Arces snorted, but his heart was inexplicable.

Damn, I also want to know why these guys are blacking themselves, you ask me, who do I ask? Damn it!