Chapter Ninety-Five: From This Half to That Half (Part I)

Casillas took the ball in his hands steadily!

"San Cassie defended the Spanish goal again!"

"The Dutch team missed the chance to go ahead of the scoreline, Casillas was like an impassable wall, Stekelenberg played a brilliant game, Casillas was not left behind, it was a crucial save!"

The danger of scoring disappeared in an instant, and the stands resounded with bursts of cheers from Spanish fans, and some commentators sent unhesitating words of praise to Casillas.

In the applause of the sky, Casillas did not delay, after landing, he held the football and galloped forward quickly, and when he was about to approach the line of the big penalty area, his left hand was rounded, and the right hand that grabbed the football was raised high.

"Fan!"

Casillas hissed and roared, almost using all his strength, and threw the ball out of the way.

A fiery red figure is sprinting towards the middle circle at high speed along the middle lane. And in the sky behind him, the football was speeding in.

"Fight back! It's the Spanish team fighting back! ”

"Back to the defense! Hurry up and go back! Be carefulβ€”"

Casillas' sudden and powerful throw of the ball was beyond the expectations of the Dutch players, who had been pressed heavily because of the attack, but now, they only felt a burst of panic, and in an instant, the Dutch players exclaimed and quickly flew backwards.

Van der Vaart followed behind Van Bizhuang, desperately chasing after him.

He was already outside the big penalty area, after Casillas held the ball, the opponent's action gave him a little premonition, and he hurriedly looked back, as he expected, Fan Bizhuang had already started, from the position near the big penalty area, a few breaths were already close to the center circle.

Van der Vaart did not hesitate to follow, but what made him desperate was that Van Bizhuang's speed was too fast, his speed was not slow, but compared with the other party, it was simply the difference between Ferrari and tractor, and he could only helplessly watch the other party run farther and farther.

As the "professional follower" of this game, Van Bommel will naturally not forget his mission, although the team pressed the attack, but he did not participate, but just near the midfield to watch coldly, the team can score the best naturally, if not, he is in this critical position, can also act as a barrier to the team's defense, play the role of interception.

So when Fan Bizhuang rushed forward, Fan Bommel had already discovered the other party's intentions, and he also ran quickly towards the landing point of the football, he made up his mind, even if it was a foul, to destroy the Spanish team's counterattack, Spain's two goals in this game are related to Fan Bizhuang, the horror of the other party, he has personally understood, he dare not give the other party any chance.

The two of them were like speeding trains, neither of them slowed down, as if they were about to collide straight up.

The difference is that one is facing the direction the football is flying from, while the other is running forward with his head down, and the football is chasing after him.

"This is the most direct confrontation between spear and shield!"

"Van Bommel did his best to get to the football spot! Fan's speed is even faster, he is still accelerating! God, he's faster than lightning! ”

"Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate! Are both of them crazy? Do they want to be like the title of a Hollywood blockbuster, a fierce scene of a comet hitting the earth? ”

The stadium was engulfed in a wave of screams and screams, and some timid fans couldn't bear to look at it anymore and simply closed their eyes - they were worried that the two "madmen" would really collide together and cause an irreparable tragedy.

But after a few moments, the stadium fell silent.

Then, there were even more crazy shrill voices.

On the field, Fan Bizhuang, who had been speeding up and speeding up all the way, finally rushed to the landing range of the football first - to be exact, he appeared there when the football just fell.

He still didn't slow down, he actually ran one step further, leaving the football behind him, and then his right foot was on the ground, and his left foot was slightly back, and at the same time, leaning forward, the football fell at the right time, smashed on his heel, and then, the ball bounced again, in a parabolic gesture, and rushed forward, over the head of Van Bizhuang and over the head of Van Bommel.

It's like a rainbow!

And at this moment, Fan Bizhuang's left foot landed, twisted slightly, and his body rotated, passing by Van Bommel who had already rushed to the front!

"Stop the ball in the air, and the ball will be divided!"

"It's a magical move, it's an imaginative move! I'd rather call it a 'variant of the rainbow'! ”

"The sudden stop during high-speed running, and the rapid twisting of the knee to change the direction of running, which requires the player's physical flexibility and knee bearing strength, is extremely high! I would say genius creativity, strong physical fitness, speed like the wind...... This is Fan! The omnipotent Fan, the Fan who can always surprise the world! ”

Everyone was shocked by Fan Bizhuang's sudden "stroke of genius", no matter what the final result of this attack would be, it was just such a juggling action, and its unbridled imagination was enough to make people scream and admire!

"It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful!! It's really ...... It's beautiful!! I bet Uncle Fan's breakthrough move this time will become an eternal classic in the World Cup! I've never seen such a wonderful and beautiful breakthrough, it's like ...... Rainbow! It's as brilliant as a rainbow! ”

Felisa covered her mouth and jumped up from her seat with wide eyes, and after a brief moment of surprise, she hugged her father and screamed.

And Juan sitting in the VIP box. His Majesty King Carlos I was also full of amazement and clapping his hands repeatedly, with a look of excitement, and beside him, Mr. Pueta had a calm face, but his right hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and it was obvious that the helmsman of the Pueta family was also extremely uneasy at the moment.

Little Plata and Angle don't have so many scruples, the former yelled excitedly, and after hearing Angle's exclamation, he simply hugged Angle in excitement, and the two of them screamed and jumped together.

The old lady was also clapping her hands vigorously, and she couldn't tell whether her grandson's juggling movements were good or bad, but she could certainly tell the exclamations and screams of the fans around her, and it was obvious that her grandson had done another beautiful thing that everyone couldn't stop.

The old lady shouted again: "Come on! Zhuang'er! Come on, Zhuang'er!! Ha, you see, that's my grandson, it's my grandson! ”

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Everyone was cheering, everyone was screaming, not only the Spanish supporters, but also many Dutch fans, who couldn't help but applaud spontaneously when they saw such a beautiful football.

On the field, Van Bommel had stopped and stood still.

He couldn't stop, because even if he kept running, it wouldn't help. Fan Bizhuang has left him behind, and he has lost the opportunity to intercept his opponent.

Fan Bizhuang's high-speed rush somewhat frightened the Dutch captain, but he was not willing to show his cowardice in front of a junior young player, and the opponent had the courage to do whatever it takes, so why didn't he?

So he also continued to rush forward, the big deal is to bump into each other, the big deal is to get injured because of it, as long as he can stop the other party, then everything is worth it!

Van Bommel has the courage to "break the cauldron and sink the boat", but what he never imagined was that Van Bizhuang could still complete such a "Arabian Nights" action in a high-speed sprint, not to mention unexpected, even if he thought of it, Van Bommel didn't know how he should defend such a move!

As a result, Van Bommel could only watch the ball go over his head and then be overtaken by Van Bizhuang at whirlwind speed.

"I've done my best, it's not that I'm not good enough, it's this guy, too...... He's a monster! ”

Van Bommel shook his head slightly, hoping for the defenders in the back.

Fan Bizhuang is still rushing forward, his speed still hasn't slowed down, De Jong quickly came up, Fan Bizhuang pushed the ball diagonally, and it was an acceleration, and De Jong was forced to overtake with speed!

"It's another battle of speed!"

"It is no exaggeration to say that in the world of football, Fan's speed is the sharpest weapon!"

"No one can compete with Fan in terms of speed!"

In the midst of repeated exclamations, Fan Bizhuang received the ball again - Iniesta pushed the ball back very tacitly, and the two completed a quick pass cooperation, a typical two-over-one cooperation!

Get rid of the two midfielders who are lying in front of the back line, and the defense of the Dutch team is like a woman who has stripped naked, and the red fruit is presented in front of Fan Bizhuang's eyes!

Ahead, there was an endless open field, Fan Bizhuang suddenly took the ball and continued to rush forward violently.

The only two defenders left in the Dutch team's defense, Mathieson and Van Bronckhorst, were already irreversible, and the two of them looked at each other decisively, but they abandoned Iniesta on the other side of the pitch and resolutely came towards Van Bizhuang at the same time.

"Fan's speed is too fast, he is like a high-speed Ferrari car, while throwing off the opposing defender, he also throws off his teammates, the closest teammate to him is Iniesta, but Xiaobai is still chasing after him on his left hand side at this moment!"

"Opportunity! Opportunity!! The left side was completely empty, and the only two remaining defenders of the Dutch team rushed towards Fan at the same time, and the space was revealed, Fan would not see it, he was going to pass the ball over! ”

"Fan, pass - oh God, Fan didn't pass the ball, he continued to lie down, continued to maintain high speed, and he was stunned and sprinted towards the encirclement of the Dutch defenders...... What he wants to do! ”