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Chen Yier's shot in the penalty area, if the closer to the goal, the higher the success rate of the goal.

So, let him score!!!!!

Unable to hear the noise around him, he didn't think about anything else, Chen Yier didn't stop his steps, and after completing the shot, he didn't know what kind of psychology he was in, and continued to sprint.

The story of Bucci, Parma's legendary goalkeeper in the 90s, has long been forgotten by most people, although he is not like Buffon and Toldo to join the national team, nor like Peruzzi who had the opportunity to be called up by the national team at the age of 38, but he is also a man and has a lot of blood.

"How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me!" Butch lost his composure as a goalkeeper watched as the young man crashed all the way.

If he were just an ordinary fan, then he would have hoped that Chen Yier would be able to score, however, he is the goalkeeper of Parma! Chen Yier, on the other hand, is a Fiorentina player.

"Arrogant boy!" His eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel that his blood was burning, he was only 180, he was only 180, but 180 couldn't be a good goalkeeper? He chose to strike! But Chen Yier chose to shoot with his feet as soon as he squeezed into the big penalty area.

With a blur in his eyes, the 37-year-old Butch looked up at the shadow of the ball passing by him, and he jumped out, but it was so short that he couldn't reach it! I can't reach it! I don't know how many times in his career have such a scene.

Did you concede the ball? The most painful thing for a goalkeeper may be to know his shortcomings and not be able to improve, and finally lose the ball again and again for the same helplessness!

"Oh God! Spare me! Butch whispered, but God did not answer him, it was the sound of the doorpost, but it was such a muffled sound that called Butch's soul back.

The Parma players, who had stopped running, started running again, and the fans, who had been waiting with bated breath for the results, screamed again, and Butch fell to the ground hard, feeling his "old buddies" crunching in protest.

Maybe he will be so sore that he can't get up tomorrow for today's reluctance, but why should he think about tomorrow today, man, he just likes to do it on a whim!

Chen Yier's eyes widened, he saw that his long-range shot in his excited state smashed the crossbar, but fortunately, the ball did not fly over the bottom line, but bounced back, so... Just let me in!

The older generation of "down-and-out" goalkeepers, the newborn calves of the new generation, one starts, one ends! One fought an old bone, and the other swore not to return if he did not break the enemy's door.

Jumping high, Chen Yier's whole person jumped in the air, jumped high, Butch bounced up from the ground, both of them for the ball that crossed the sky, the sport that countless people loved.

Chen Yier's forehead slammed into the ball, and Butch's hand slashed weakly across the sky, and then hit Chen Yier's head hard.

There seemed to be something warm flowing out, but Chen Yier didn't care.

His gaze moved along the parabola of the ball, which smashed on the goalline and rolled into the goal.

Butch fell to the ground, his eyes were distracted, and was it that bad? When will the nightmare of my life end? I really want to be able to put on the national team jersey and fight for the country!

"The referee signaled that the goal was valid!!" Dolmar didn't say much this time, the camera kept showing Chen Yier in close-up, after hitting the ball again, after being broken by Butch, Chen Yier didn't care, and let the bright red blood flow down half of his head.

He just turned his head and looked at the referee, as if he was afraid that the referee would blow the ball away, but in the end, the referee did not blow the ball, indicating that the goal was valid.

"Ahh

With a roar, Chen Yier vented presumptuumly, Barcelona he is a green leaf, Fiorentina he is a brick, only at this time, he is really himself, he wants to play, he wants to play football with his intentions, he wants to play on the pitch with his intentions, this is the case since La Masia.

But this is obviously impossible, he must obey, he must! He envies Messi, really envy, he just wants to be the one who is in the limelight! Maybe he's arrogant, maybe he's naïve, maybe he's a fool.

Cesc Fabregas watched this scene quietly in front of the TV, and only sighed heavily for a long time before he said: "Originally, he played as a striker." "But...

Tony and Bodinov ran over, and at this time the medical staff from Florence also ran over, Prandelli kept a straight face, and at this time Chen Yier slowly regretted in his heart, damn it! Forgot to run around the field, damn it, forgot to show your name in front of the camera.

But in order not to affect the progress of the game, he now has to go off the court to bandage.

Prandelli's assistant, Florence's physical trainer Venturati, looked at Prandelli's expression and asked cautiously, "Do you want to replace him?" ”

Prandri didn't reply, he used to be a strong player, he had his own dreams, but he is now a manager.

"I'm okay!" Chen Yier didn't know why he said that, but as soon as he saw Prandelli coming, he was scared, the head coach let him play, let him play a newcomer is to cultivate him, look up to him, let him play what position, just play well, but what did he do?

"You know you're scared?" Prandrie's words were unfazed, and by this time the first half had already entered injury time.

Prandelli has always emphasized the team, probably because the team he coaches has not been strong, there is no kind of guy with strong individual ability for him to squander, and the strongest players in those clubs are brought out by him.

In ordinary training, if a player is too unique, he will be scolded by him, let alone at this juncture of three consecutive defeats?

Chen Yier lowered his head and didn't speak, blood seeped out again, and the medical staff signaled that he needed to wrap it in gauze.

"Can you still kick?" Prandelli's eyes flickered, Chen Yier was stunned, and raised his head to look at Prandley.

"I asked if you could still kick?" Prandley repeated it again, he said to himself in his heart, the substitution quota cannot be wasted, the substitution quota cannot be wasted, but it is really because the substitution quota or something else, that only he knows.

"Yes!" Chen Yier's eyes slowly widened, yes! Of course you can, even if you hit your head and bleed, you still don't want to give up!

Prandley smiled and motioned to the medical staff to deal with it slowly, anyway, the first half was about to end, and then whispered to Chen Yier: "In the second half, if you can't score another goal, you will sit on the cold bench this season!" ”