Less than 1 minute after the kick-off of the second half, most of the fans who came back from the bathroom had not warmed up the plastic seats under their buttocks, and the superstars of Real Madrid had already flirted on the pitch to celebrate the goal, and the referee Wittenes pointed his fingers to the center circle with an angry face, and there was no sadness or joy on his face!

The Mallorca players, on the other hand, looked at the fat man who was struggling at the bottom of the Real Madrid players, with a terrifying look in their eyes......

The commentator continues to play his embarrassing role: "Oh, sure enough, the goal was scored, let's see the slow-motion return visit...... Oh my God, Ronaldo ......"

On the big screen in the center of the stadium, the footage began to play over and over again the wonderful goal footage that had just been missed by many:

After Mallorca kicked off, a long pass looked for the team's striker, but Real Madrid central defender Cannavaro struggled to push the ball out, not waiting for the ball to land, winger Robinho ghostly shot out to stop the ball, due to the interference of the opponent's back Basnas's close movements, the Brazilian handsome guy chose to stop the ball on his chest and directly barbed to the front.

It was a blind pass that flew towards Mallorca centre-back José Nunez's round bald head......

Is it true that everything that is not round and slippery loves to be put together? Maybe Nunez should consider becoming a striker with a good chance of winning points......

Come on!!

Nunez, who provided an own goal in the first half, found a meritorious opportunity, roared excitedly, and rushed up, ready to make a beautiful head......

But at this time, a very fat and chubby man came out!

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Ronaldo began to rush forward the moment Robinho's barbed pass, and when the ball was still ten metres away from him, Nunez was eight metres away......

However, the ball was flying towards Nunez, and according to the physical logic of the earth, it would not take a second or two for the Mallorca centre-back to clear the ball first......

So a smug smile began to appear on the confident Nunez's face...... But then ...... Belch? Then it turned into nervousness...... And then it turned into horror...... And then ......

Then in the exclamation of the audience, the fat man who "flew too low" as if he had drunk aviation gasoline stretched out his big foot wearing muffled red sneakers at 0.01 seconds before Nunez touched the ball, controlled the ball at his feet, and even stopped, leaving Nunez, who had played countless face-changing stunts for three seconds, a tidal and trembling air......

Tragic!

It was only then that poor Dinunez suddenly thought of what seemed to be ...... It seems like...... It seems that this fat man used to have a nickname called alien, and it was really a tragic mistake to ask him for him with the physical logic of the earth......

What happened next was a disaster for Mallorca's fans, as the chubby man showed off his weight with a pendulum that allowed Mallorca boss Antonio Potts to put on a futile performance to send the white ball into the empty net......

Incredible speed, unrivaled technology......

Aliens return to Earth!!!!!

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After scoring the goal, Fei Luo raised his arms and looked up at the sky, with a pleasant smile on his face!

Since the serious injury at the Meazza Stadium in 1999, although he has also scored the opponent's goal again and again, he no longer dares to sprint as freely as he does today, with fragile knees and glass-like patella, always striking and demonstrating when he is in the right state, and the injury is like a naughty lover you can never get rid of, coming again and again......

But today, it's over, and a somewhat "obscene" figure flashed in Fei Luo's mind, that person changed everything......

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The other superstars of Real Madrid found out that the fat man was shamelessly standing in front of the opponent's goal and posing ugly after scoring a wonderful goal, so they unceremoniously rushed up and pressed him under him to stack Arhat......

"Ronnie, you bastard, you've stolen the limelight from all of us......"

Fei Luo: "Help...... Fack, which bastard stepped on me......"

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And Li Tongfan, the moment Ronalro rushed forward, his heart beat fiercely, although he had long known that this goal would definitely be scored, but so close to see his former idol make the opponent desperate with a devastating momentum, far more exciting than those small green dots on the computer screen in FM that only move back and forth......

The ball went in!!!

A kind of anger and a rush of pleasure instantly filled the whole body, so that Li Tongfan broke free like a madman and rushed up to hug his assistant coach Greid, who was celebrating him, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, ran around the stadium for more than 500 meters, and came to the North Stand, where Mallorca's most die-hard fans gathered, and roared wildly......

"Get on your knees, bastards...... Come and get down on your knees!!!!!! ”

Like an enraged lion, Li Tongfan unconsciously flails his arms and roars in Spanish to provoke, and in the stands, the large banner depicting a Chinese prostrate on the ground with a long whip looks so dazzling in the camera......

Chinese, get on your knees!

These few short red words, like a thorn piercing deep into the nails, repeatedly tortured Li Tongfan for more than 60 minutes from the first sight of the game, which was a heart-wrenching pain......

Yes, my motherland is indeed a football desert, and those big-bellied bureaucrats have always been the ugly eggs in the crotch of football, and they can play as much as they want, but ......

But you Spanish mongrels, why do you want Lao Tzu to kneel, go to your mother's football power, come here, and kneel down obediently for Lao Tzu...... On your knees!!!

This is a hearty catharsis, as early as when Joel Luca scored, Lao Li wanted to fight back, but leading by one goal is not a huge advantage, so I endured it, until this moment, Li Tongfan couldn't hold back anymore, holding urine may hold prostatitis, not to mention holding back the burning anger that is about to explode?

Kneel, kneel to labor!

Like a marionette, Lee shouted the same sentence over and over again in front of thousands of Mallorca fans, until assistant coach Greid, trembling and covering his face, grabbed him horizontally with a black umbrella and dragged him away......

As for why Grede is holding an umbrella, you look at the annoyed Mallorca fans and the overwhelming fruit pits, lighters, cell phones, hats that flew down from the stands...... Well, and shoes, underwear, and panties......

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For the sake of plot coherence, this time there are two chapters, don't wait for the chapter at noon, three more at about eight o'clock in the afternoon!

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