"Team China! Counterattack! ”

Accompanied by the roar of Huang Jian*Xiang, countless Chinese fans in front of the TV let out the same shout. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The football flew towards the Brazilian team's half, and Zhang Shu was running towards the point where the ball landed, and in front of him, there was a large gap.

Today's right-back of the Brazilian team is Cafu, who assisted to the edge of the Chinese team's big penalty area before, and is trying to catch up at this time, but there is still a long, long distance from Zhang Shu. And the left-back Carlos has been pressing on the right side of the Chinese team, seeing that the distance is too far, he doesn't even have the intention of defending back.

Now in front of Zhang Shu are only two Brazilian central defenders, Polgar and Luisson.

But the premise of everything is that Zhang Shu must receive this long pass from the backfield.

Zheng Zhi's pass was not well controlled, and the ball was a little too big. Zhang Shu is not a player who is known for his speed, and it is very difficult to stop this ball.

The closest to Zhang Shu is the Brazilian team's defender Emerson, he is chasing the ball with Zhang Shu, compared to Zhang Shu, although he is a little behind, but his advantage is that he does not need to control the ball, just destroy the ball.

"You don't have a chance, boy." Before the ball was about to fly off the sideline, Emerson and Zhang Shu finally managed to catch the ball. But now Zhang Shu is at the end of the crossbow, the football is still half a meter in the air in front of him, except for flying up and stretching out his feet to block the football, Emerson can't think of any other way for Zhang Shu to stop the football from flying out of the sideline. And if Zhang Shu really dared to jump up and fly to stop the ball, he would have no chance to control the football anymore after losing his body's center of gravity. Emerson only needs a gentle touch of the ball to break the ball.

As Emerson had envisioned, Zhang Shu jumped up. He stretched out his foot in the air and hooked the ball in mid-air with the outside of his right foot.

"Good stop!" Emerson exclaimed inwardly. This ball really stopped beautifully, fully demonstrating Zhang Shu's ball sense and body balance. "But that's the end of it." Emerson slammed into Zhang's body from behind, which was still in mid-air. Since Zhang Shu's stop was more perfect than he expected, he thought that the probability of his breaking the ball was no longer 100%. So for the sake of safety, he decided to end this counterattack of the Chinese team with a collision foul.

Being in the air, he can't borrow his strength, and even Zhang Shu can no longer control his body. Before losing his balance, he looked at the emptiness in his field of vision, and kept thinking about what to do.

Suddenly, his brain found a white strip at the very edge of his field of vision, even if it only appeared a little bit, Zhang Shu recognized it, it was the color of the Chinese team's socks, it was a leg wearing the Chinese team's socks!

Although he didn't know who it was, Zhang Shu couldn't care so much, he tried his best to control his legs in the slow time and space, clamped the football with the calf bone of the instep, and then twisted his body in mid-air, drove the calf with his knee joint, and threw the football towards the white.

After doing all this, he began to adjust his stance on the ground.

Although in Zhang Shu's consciousness, he did a lot of things at this moment, but in the eyes of others, Zhang Shu just blocked the ball in mid-air when the football was about to qualify, and then he and Emerson collided together and both rolled out of the sideline.

The ball flew back into the field and landed at the feet of a Chinese player.

"Li Yi! Zhang Shu passed the ball to Li Yi! Huang Jianxiang shouted. When Zheng Zhi made a long pass just now, Li Yi also rushed from the midfield to the half of the Brazilian team, his speed was faster than Zhang Shu, and finally when Zhang Shu caught up with the football, he also caught up with Zhang Shu. With defender Emerson and Zhang Shu falling together, there are really only two Brazilian centre-backs left in front of him.

Li Yi took the ball forward and rushed towards the Brazilian team's goal.

Polgar and Luizon have retreated to the edge of the penalty area and are probably the most obscure players in the entire Brazilian squad as part of the team. Not to mention that compared with the superstars in the front court, even Cafu and Carlos, who are on the same defensive line, have completely blown them up in terms of fame.

In the attacking Samba Kingdom, as central defenders, they are indeed not well-known enough. But now, it is only the two of them who can stop the Chinese team.

Li Yi's speed is very fast, he has already dribbled the ball into the Brazilian team's backfield 30 meters range, Luisson came up, in the face of Luisson's defense, Li Yi directly to the left of the football, trying to rely on speed to force people.

But he underestimated Brazil's defenders. Although Li Yi's speed can be regarded as a fast horse in China, his man-ball combination ability is too poor, and soon, he was pasted up by Louisson, and he could only use his body to jam Louisson while bringing the ball to the side.

Polgar also rushed up, under the interference of his teammates, the Chinese striker has lost the speed of dribbling the ball, as long as he goes up to defend with his teammates and breaks the ball, this defense is considered a complete success.

In the face of Polgar and Luisson, Li Yi struggled to protect the football, he had been forced to the left side of the penalty area, in order not to be cut off, he was getting farther and farther away from the goal.

Behind him was the constant rush of defenders, and he spread his hands and tried to expand his blocking area, while pouting his ass to increase the distance between the ball and the defender behind him by a small margin. But even so, he felt like he was about to lose control of his football.

"This way! Pass! Just when Li Yi felt that he couldn't hold on, he heard the shouts of his teammates not far away. It didn't matter who it was, anyway, it couldn't be the Brazilian player who spoke Chinese, and instead of spending his energy on keeping his body balanced, he half-turned around and kicked the football in the direction from which the sound came. Then he was hit by a strong force from behind him and fell to the ground.

In the moment before he fell, he finally saw clearly that the teammate who received the ball was Zhang Shu who had passed the ball to him earlier.

Due to the adjustment of the landing posture in mid-air, although it was out of the field with Emerson, Zhang Shu rolled twice and then got up from the grass with a grunt. Ignoring the fact that Emerson had not yet gotten up on the billboard, he sprinted towards the Brazilian goal.

After receiving a pass from Li Yi in the big penalty area, the next thing was much simpler, and there were no defenders in the Brazilian team's penalty area. Zhang Shu flicked the ball to the right sideways, expanded the angle of the shot a little more, and then shot directly with his right foot.

Dida was halfway through his attack when he saw the ball flying towards him, and he jumped up in a hurry, but the ball was faster than him, and before his hand could reach the intended position, it had passed through his last line of defense and spun into the goal.

"Zhang Shu passes the ball to Li Yi! Li Yi is dribbling the ball! He was blocked by Louisson! Take it to the side! Pass the ball! Zhang Shu shoots! The ball is in! goooooooooooooooooooal！ Huang Jianxiang didn't stop talking from the beginning of this counterattack, until the football flew into the goal, and he could finally shout the "goal" freely.

Seeing the football cross the goal line, Li Yi, who was sitting on the lawn, raised his hands and lay down, the confrontation with the Brazilian defender just now exhausted his last physical strength. His eyes were closed, he was panting, his chest heaving violently, but his fists were clenched into the sky like an unyielding warrior.

But he couldn't rest for too long, and soon he was dragged up by Zhang Shu's hands.

"Beautifully protected!" Zhang Shu yelled at him, "Your ball protector is like Tony!" ”