Chapter 220 Convincing or Not Convinced? ()！ (The second watch, ask for a monthly pass!!) ）

When Manchester United's team doctor and unit price rushed onto the pitch, the fans in the stands and the commentator on the TV were still discussing with great interest about Chen Yingyong's kick down of Park Ji-sung.

Park Ji-sung is a well-known player in football who dares to work hard, so he has the reputation of "Desperate Saburo".

He was the first to rush out to block the eye, obviously because of this sense of responsibility and psychology.

And even if he is violated, unless he is really injured, he will rarely lie on the ground and pretend, he will always jump up from the ground as soon as possible and continue to play ().

So being able to bombard him so that he couldn't get up from lying on the ground shows how powerful Chen Yingying's kick is.

In addition, when he was playing football just now, everyone heard that dull and powerful "Tom! ”

"It's like a high-speed heavy truck hitting Park Ji-sung......"

"Do you hear that? That's the 'tom'! ”

"I heard it too, it was so clear! God, what a force did the hero's kick use......"

"The latest speed statistics are out, in the kick that Chen Yingying just now, he shot a speed of 150 kilometers per hour! Oh, God...... Imagine that Park Ji-sung was hit head-on by a car traveling at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour on the highway...... I can totally understand why he didn't get up. ”

"Actually, I think Park Ji-sung is a little wronged, because even if he doesn't rush out, judging from the upward trajectory of football, the hero's ball must be ......"

But anyway, Park Ji-sung was carried out on a stretcher.

In fact, he had woken up, he was only in a temporary coma, his eyes were dark, and he did not fall into a long coma.

Before being carried off the field, he insisted on walking on his own, but as soon as he got up, his body went limp, and he almost fell to the ground again. He was so shot by the hero that he was so dizzy that he was still a little dizzy and his mind was not very clear.

Naturally, there was no way to get off the court, so I had to be honestly carried down on a stretcher.

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Watching Park Ji-sung lying on a stretcher and being carried off the court, Ferguson's face was very unpleasant ().

Leo. Rio Ferdinand was sent off and Evans was still warming up and didn't come back. Now Park Ji-sung is injured again, and now Manchester United can only play with nine men on the field.

But this is not the main thing, the main thing is that I don't know how Park Ji-sung is injured, can he still persevere, if he can't persevere, the first half only started twenty-five minutes, do you have to replace two people in a row?

Damn, there's no worse game than this!

At the moment, Ferguson doesn't feel at all that a 1-0 lead at Napoli is a good thing.

Park Ji-sung was still on the sidelines to receive the nervous treatment of the team doctor, he had woken up, so it was nothing more than to test whether he could still keep playing, such as stretching out his finger and asking him what it was, asking his name, and then giving him a few simple math problems for him to do the math to see if his mind was in condition. Of course, he also has to use a special flashlight to shine on his pupils to see if there is anything unusual.

After doing this, I'm afraid I have to let Park Ji-sung take a break before he can continue to play.

Now Manchester United can only honestly fight with nine men.

The commentators were still talking about Chen Yingying's kick just now, and then imagined what it would be like if the ball was stuffed in their faces.

On the sidelines, Park Ji-sung was receiving emergency treatment and examinations.

On the field, Chen Yingying is rearranging the football. Since Park Ji-sung rushed out of the wall ahead of time just now, this free kick had to be restarted. This time, it was Chen Yingying who was in charge.

Park Ji-sung was knocked off the pitch by his own free-kick and he didn't bother him, although his teammates looked at him differently......

He carefully placed the soccer ball and then took four steps back, his legs forward and his body leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the front...... Only this time his eyes were not on the top of the wall, but on the bottom of the wall.

The kick just now hit Park Ji-sung and it was an accident. However, he also found it difficult to kick the ball from above and then score, and his fallen ball has not yet reached that point, let alone a free kick on the line of the penalty area, even if he retreats another ten meters, he is not capable.

So he plans to find another way. I can't get through from above, so what if I go from below?

Just when he was kicking a free kick, he saw a lot of people jumping up on the human wall, trying to stop the football from flying over their heads, so that there would be no space underneath them, even if it was just a crack, it was an opportunity in Chen Yingying's eyes.

He's willing to try.

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The football is set, and the opponent's wall is also set.

This time, Manchester United still waited for a while to set it up, and then looked at their appearance, one by one, they covered themselves tightly, looking nervous, like facing a big enemy.

Obviously, Park Ji-sung's fate just now has shocked them.

Fortunately, the ball hit Park Ji-sung in the face, what would it feel like if it hit him directly on his balls...... No one wants to risk their lives.

So I'd better cover my crotch.

Not only do you have to cover your crotch, but no one will rush out in advance to block it stupidly. If one more is overturned, I am afraid that Manchester United will have to change three people in a minute......

The United players waited with fear and nervousness for the referee to blow the whistle.

"Toot!"

The referee's whistle sounded.

Chen Yingying took a deep breath and began to run.

This front is exactly the same as the previous ball.

But when it comes to the last step, it's different.

Instead of leaning back slightly to facilitate the arc of his right leg, he ...... Pressed forward, overwhelmed the center of gravity of his whole body in front of him, and turned with his right leg, and hit the middle and upper part of the football with the instep of his foot.

Sure enough, no one rushed up to block the eye-catching, and everyone was shocked by Chen Yingying's previous kick.

But as a human wall, you can't stand there without moving, right?

So everybody's smart...... One jump!

Straight up and up.

Naturally, there was a gap under the feet.

This action was done in conjunction with the moment when Chen Yingying kicked the football.

So when they were in the air, they realized that the football was not flying towards their heads, and there were frightened looks on their faces - certainly not in fear that the football was coming towards their crotch.

To their horror, the soccer ball flew almost against the turf!

Seeing this, the football flew under their feet in the blink of an eye!

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No one expected Chen Yingying to shoot the football from under the human wall, not even goalkeeper Van der Sar.

The human wall is blocked in the near corner, and the others are in a slightly remote corner, but it is still in the middle of the goal, so that he can take care of it whether the opponent plays the near corner or the far corner.

However, his habitual thinking made him focus on aiming at the enemy from above.

This free kick was already very close to the goal, on the line of the big penalty area, basically about 18 meters. Eighteen meters away, what is a man who can shoot at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour? A second is not big, a blink of an eye.

Van der Sar watched the soccer ball pop out from beneath the jumping wall, and it was like seeing a dragon rising from beneath a cliff.

He watched the football come out but didn't have the ability to make any saves because ...... It's too close!

Eighteen meters of distance, the human wall retreated by 9.15 meters according to the regulations, and in the blink of an eye, the football has passed through this distance, and the distance from the human wall to the goal line is less than nine meters, such a distance is not worth mentioning for football with a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour.

So Van der Sar didn't have time to react at all. His brain reacted, and when he saw the football, he gave the command to save, but his forty-year-old body did not react so quickly.

The soccer ball flew low against the turf and plunged headlong into the net!

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"Ah...... This...... The ball is in! The ball is in!! ”

After a brief moment of consternation, the narrator reacted.

“gl！！！ gl！！ Naples! ”

'They equalised! Hero! Hero! Incredible! His 10th goal in the Champions League this season! He finally surpassed Messi in the scorer list for the first time! ”

"Ten goals in five games! I think even if God comes, it's about the same as his performance...... It's amazing......"

"The hero scored from a free-kick? Am I right? Has anyone heard of him being good at scoring from free-kicks? ”

"In order to surpass Messi in the scorer list, the hero has done everything, and even secretly practiced his free kick stunt......"

In the exclamations and speculations of the commentators, Chen Yingying did not run wildly with his arms outstretched, but stood in place (). Dig your fists tightly, then pound your right fist upward.

He lowered his head and let his right fist be the only protagonist.

If you let anime fans see this pose, I'm afraid it will feel very familiar - isn't this the action of Luffy and Princess Weiwei at the end of the story of Alabastan in "One Piece"?

Of course, Chen Yingying did not have a × tattoo on his arm.

For Western commentators, it's easy to see the gesture as a demonstration with their fists, a celebration of their prowess.

However, He Ping is different, with the meaning of those previous celebrations, he can already guess - Chen Yingying is using gestures to count his goals, but the gestures he uses are all universal gestures of Chinese, and Westerners do not know much about it.

So according to the meaning of his previous gestures, today's gesture is naturally - ten!

Yes, it's ten. Five fingers clenched into a fist, ten!

Lao Tzu Chen Yingying's tenth goal in this season's Champions League!

Ten goals in five games!

You guys!

Wear! No! Wear!!

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, for the sake of such a violent and passionate goal, let's have a few more! ro@。