"Zhou Dun hit the goalkeeper?" Li Zibing was stunned. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Liu Jianhong is okay, after all, he has seen such a situation, but it is the Serie A league, "This is estimated that Zhou Dun practiced when he was a child, because people who have not practiced can't try it easily, and it is easy to get injured." ”

Li Zibing actually didn't mean this, who cares about injuries now, but the Chinese team has no professional goalkeeper, what should I do in the last few minutes? Will you be able to get through it? If you can't get through it and get into the penalty shootout, aren't you waiting to be abused?

But Li Zibing will not say these complaints.

Wang Dalei walked to the court, Li Guo patted him, "You don't have to go back to the locker room, just wait in the players' tunnel, and we will celebrate together later." ”

Wang Dalei smiled slightly, "The head is really a big heart." ”

On the pitch, the French team did not fight, so it was better to take advantage of the free-kick opportunities in front of the penalty area, and Payet stood in front of the ball, and he can often score from free-kicks in the Premier League.

Zhou Dun commanded the wall of 6 people, "A little to the left, a little to the left." ”

"Damn, the captain is still decent." Mu Fei on the bench muttered, in fact, everyone was shocked by Zhou Dun, that is by no means a rookie temperament, Zhou Dun is like a professional goalkeeper, only Zhou Dun himself knows, all this is pretended to be based on the memory of training with Wang Dalei in peacetime, bluffing the opponent.

Paye stepped back, ran up, shot, all in one go, but unfortunately the ball was high, and Deschamps on the sidelines stomped his foot, "Idiot, this ball must be hit in the goal, the opponent is a rookie goalkeeper." ”

But on the field, the players are so nervous, how can they think so much? Paye also uses the usual footwork.

"Shoot more and remember that the opposing goalkeeper is a rookie," Deschamps yelled.

"Block the eye, reduce the opponent's shots, and reduce the pressure on Zhou Dun," Li Guo here was not to be outdone.

118 minutes!

With two minutes to go, four minutes at most, it will be up to the referee to give a little stoppage time, and Lloris is already in the centre circle.

There are many miracles on the football field, whether it is the Stamford Bridge miracle or the Camp Nou miracle, but whether it can happen or not depends on fate.

Lloris waved his hand, signaling Umtiti to go up too, the ball was handed over to himself to kick, a big foot drove in, after two header passes, Giroud grabbed the header and hit a parabola, Zhou Dun didn't dare to take it, and shot the bottom line directly.

"Corner!"

The blue French fans stood up and sang the Marseillaise in unison, and this could well be the last chance for the French team.

In the stands, obediently hid behind Fabio, just like Henry hid behind Trezeguet back then.

"I don't dare to look at it, you will tell me the result later." After speaking, he obediently covered his two little ears.

Fabio looked at the obedient and cute appearance, smiled and hugged her, "If you're afraid, I'll protect you." ”

On the pitch, all the players of the French team had already pressed past half time, and Lloris was also in front of the penalty area.

Griezmann ran towards the corner flag area, where he was about to take the most important corner of his career, and perhaps the most important corner in French football.

The Marseillaise was still loud, Griezmann took a deep breath, and hoisted the ball into the penalty area, just when everyone was about to move, a pair of big hands reached into the air and held the ball steadily, the ball stopped rotating under the friction of the glove, and at the same time stopped rotating the timer on the spot.

It's over!!

In the players' tunnel, Wang Dalei did not rush out and hug Li Guo, but knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, like a child.

On the court, Zhou Dun pressed the ball under him, reluctant to get up for a long time, in fact, he also cried, no, he was sobbing, although he wanted to cry, but Zhou Dun still held back.

Li Guo didn't care about the camera at this time, he cried, cried wantonly, no matter how ugly the crying was.

On the pitch, Paul Pogba was sent off after the game after throwing his shirt at Rizzoli and "thanking" him, applauding.

And the other players are no longer in the mood to make trouble, they are just squatting and sad, just like two years ago, the dominant French team still did not have the last laugh.

After a long time, Zhou Dun stood up, he really wanted to collect the football in his arms, but according to the rules, only the player who scored a hat trick could collect the game ball, and in reluctance, Zhou Dun threw the ball to the caddy.

On the other side, Mu Fei hugged Geng Chong, crying with a handful of snot and tears, "Ah...... Yes...... Yes. ”

"What are you crying about?"

"I'm so excited, I can't help it."

"Then don't wipe my jersey either."

"These are tears of happiness."

After saying that, the two hugged each other, crying for a while and laughing for a while, just like two crazy people.

Griezmann walked towards Chen Green, the two were the best strikers of the era, and the grid won the Golden Boot but lost the title.

Gezi even doubted himself a little that he was only the runner-up, which was the case at Atletico Madrid and the same with France.

"Congratulations," Gezi said magnanimously.

"Swap jerseys?"

Lattice shook his head, "No. ”

What Chen Green didn't know was that Griezmann was a golden boot, and he would have to go on stage to receive the award later, so he couldn't exchange jerseys.

Chen Green patted him, "You are the golden boot, better than me." ”

Gezi looked at the Hercules Cup in the distance, "Compared to the World Cup, everything else is worthless." ”

Chen Green smiled helplessly, he didn't know how to comfort Gezi, or in this case, any comfort was useless.

Li Guo only remembered Deschamp after crying a mess, so he wiped it and walked towards Deschamps, "I'm sorry, I'm too excited." ”

Deschamps smiled wryly and said, "It should be, after all, you are a world champion." ”

Li Guo joked: "You took it 20 years ago, even if it is for me once." ”

Deschamps didn't appreciate Li Guo's sense of humor, he didn't even have a smile, and the expression on his face was more ugly than crying, maybe every word he talked to Li Guo at the moment was like torment.

"Anyway, congratulations." After saying this, Deschamps left.

Li Guo can only go to the referee, which is also out of politeness, and the level of law enforcement in this game is indeed too high.

"Congratulations!"

"I must say, you are indeed a good referee."

"Really? You don't seem to be so friendly to the referees. ”

Li Guo was embarrassed and thought: "Am I so strong? ”

At this moment, the camera at the scene locked on Li Guo, and then a picture-in-picture appeared on the big screen, with Li Guo on one side and Li Zibing on the other.

"What?" Li Guo thought to himself.

Before Li Guo could act, the fans at the scene couldn't wait to watch it, and shouted in unison: "Director Li, propose!" ”