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Chapter 681 Chapter [115] - blood vessel expansion - [today's first update]

Chapter 681 Chapter [115]-Blood Expansion-[Today's First Update]

"Oh, the third one, the third one, Xu Zhou actually came through the gap between Iniesta and Capdevila, God, how did he do it, it's crazy, crazy boy's crazy performance, God, my God..." The voice of the Spanish national sports commentator actually started to cry, which is really rare! !

Xu Zhou wiped the ball, and the ball rolled forward. Puyol, who was about 2 meters away from the ball, rushed over to help defend and made a long-distance sliding tackle. In the past, a gust of wind blew past the Spaniard's cheek, and Puyol's face was ashen!

"Well done, Xu!! That's what it looks like!" In the stands, the fans of the Italian national team were very excited, waving their arms wildly, and he felt that he had difficulty breathing, which was so fucking cool!Xu Zhou's madness made his blood boil!

The fans of the Italian national team who came to the Football City Stadium today are not fans of the Spanish national team, and many African fans belong to Xu Zhou's fans, because in this World Cup, Xu Zhou's performance has conquered all Africa, and now the Football City Stadium is like the home of the Italian national team!

In the football city sports director, the fans of the Italian national team in the stands crowded towards the front desk like bulls in heat, waving their arms like crazy, cheering for Xu Zhou.

"Ahhh! This is speed! This is speed!" The Italian national sports receptionist shouted excitedly. He pulled Mike and shouted hysterically, "Beautiful boy, play them to death! Undead Italy!! Go forward!!"

"Oh my god, 5! Already 5!" The narrator of BBC England, John Mortenson, could stuff three eggs into his mouth!

"My god, what did he eat today? Is there another Maradona-style goal coming? God, how did he do it? God, how could he do it???" Duan Xuan kept his head in his hands and kept exclaiming, obviously he was stunned now.

"Oh, the blood-swelling performance is simply astonishing, beautiful, super Xu, how many miracles can you bring us..." Tao Wei, who was sitting next to Duan Xuan, also had to exclaim in admiration.

Lippi the silver fox stood up on the coach's bench beside the field. He was excited and clenched his fists tightly. Looking at the stadium, he had never seen a goal scored by riding alone for thousands of miles. However, there is nothing more exciting than witnessing it with his own eyes. This is the match between Italy and Spain, and this is the final of the World Cup! ! !

If, in the end, they can score, then the Italian national team will overtake Spain, and then they will go to win the Hercules Cup.If this really lifts the Hercules Cup, then Lippi will become the head coach who leads the same team to consecutive World Cup titles.What a glorious thing this is, just thinking about it makes Yinhu Lippi's blood swell with excitement!

"Rush, rush in, move forward!! Smash the Spaniard's balls and kick the Spaniard out of South Africa..." Lippi rushed out of the coach's bench frantically, shouting excitedly!

The fourth official glanced at the excited head coach of the Italian national team, thought for a while, and came over, "Dear Mr. Silver Fox, please pay attention to your behavior."

Yinhu Lipi didn't pay attention at all, I just have such a character!

In Turin, in Milan, in Verona... almost all the Italians in front of the TV excitedly stood up against the TV, their eyes were red, and they shouted frantically: "Xu, GO! GO! Xu, kick the Spaniard's balls! The world champion is ours..."

More than a dozen cameras at the Soccer City Stadium in Johannesburg, closely following the rolling ball, and Xu Zhou chasing the ball, the face of the young man, with abnormal calmness, youthful stubbornness, Xu Zhou's cheeks were agitated because of his sharp breathing...

Xu Zhou continued to advance, and he rushed over by himself. Xu Zhou's speed was so fast that he seemed to be running without the ball. His teammates had been left behind, and now he was alone, alone!

At this time, he alone carries the dreams of all Italians, and at this time he alone is the only hope of all Italians!

hero!

Heroes of all Italy!

Xu Zhou is the hero of all Italy!

Now, only Barcelona's central defender Gerard Pique stood in front of Xu Zhou.

"Damn! Stop him! Gerrard! Stop him for me! It's full of shit!... Stop him!" The head coach of the Spanish national team, Bosque, almost roared, and the old man became nervous.

Gerard Pique looked stern, ready to fight!

"Come here, boy!" Gerard Pique lay in front of Xu Zhou, motionless like an insurmountable mountain.

Xu Zhou's eyes widened. He felt his excitement, which was from the bottom of his heart. The big guy in front of him was very powerful.But Xu Zhou is not afraid of him. In the past three years in European football, what kind of defender has Xu Zhou not seen?What is a Gerard Pique?

Just wait, Gerrard Pique, I will step on your dead body and send the ball into the goal of the Spanish national team, trampling the Spanish national team hard!

Xu Zhou slowed down, his upper body swayed exaggeratedly from side to side, trying to fool Gerard Pique. The two looked at each other. Xu Zhou tried to see a trace of hesitation in Gerard Pique's eyes, but he was disappointed.

Gerard Pique was unmoved. This player, one of the best central defenders in the world today, has experienced countless big scenes. Of course he will not be intimidated by this young boy in front of him!

However, he was very nervous!

Because this young boy in front of him is not an ordinary young boy, let alone this is the final of the World Cup.Under the double pressure of Xu Zhou and the World Cup final, Gerard Pique was a little nervous!

All the eyes of the City of Football Stadium were focused on the two of them. In fact, the duel between Xu Zhou and Gerard Pique was only a matter of ten seconds, but it was enough to attract everyone's attention.

The boos of the Spanish national team fans in the football city stadium had already sounded on a large scale when Xu Zhou dribbled the ball from the center circle, and this time it reached a climax.

Of course, the fans of the Spanish national team didn't have the slightest liking for this kid who trampled on the defense of the Spanish national team. For Xu Zhou, they even said they hated and hated him.

Of course, in addition to the boos, there is also the crazy voice of Wuwuzu, which seems to have become the main theme of the city of football. With Xu Zhou's rapid progress, the sound of Wuwuzu is even louder, as if it is the sound of a charge!

Xu Zhou started to move. He raised his right foot and quickly drew circles on the ball, switching his feet back and forth.

Of course, Gerard Pique would not act hastily. He didn't move, but just stared at Xu Zhou's feet, trying to seize a good opportunity to strike.

The two stalemate like that, which is exactly what Gerald Pique hoped. He saw behind Xu Zhou, Harvey Alonso, who was the first to be passed by Xu Zhou just now, was running desperately. He did not give up, and he was unwilling to accept failure. He firmly believed that he would definitely trample Xu Zhou under his feet!

He is a glorious Spanish player, he cannot be defeated by anyone!

chase!

Crazy pursuit!

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"This is a real duel, this is a real game!" the England commentator shouted loudly, and no one was not shaking with excitement. Regardless of your fans, you can insult and mock the two opponents, but it is impossible not to tremble with excitement. This is the real duel.

This is the best perpetual motion machine for male hormones! ! ! !

Xu Zhou raised his right foot again, and it fell down quickly. Suddenly, he turned his ankle and buckled the ball to the left. Then, in the blink of an eye, the ball reached his left foot. Immediately, the instep of his left foot touched the ball, and his body suddenly leaned forward.

Gerard Pique had no choice but to make a move. He took a small step forward with his right foot, and his body blocked Xu Zhou's direction. This was the best the defender could do. Gerard Pique had a haughty smile on his lips. He could proudly announce that this kid had nowhere to go.

But then, Xu Zhou surprised everyone.

This was a fake move. Xu Zhou kicked the ball back with the instep of his left foot again. It was almost a blink of an eye, a gorgeous and exaggerated move. The ball returned to his right foot, and then he took a big stride and wiped the ball past Gerard Pique.

At this moment, Gerard Pique had just taken a small step, and there was no time to make the next move. He could only look at the kid in front of him and wiped past him. Gerard Pique turned around exaggeratedly, and then tried to speed up to chase, but his feet trembled, and his head slipped to the ground with an unstable center of gravity. He looked helplessly at Xu Zhou's back and rushed towards the goal of the Spanish team.

In front of the goal, there is only the nervous Spanish goalkeeper Casillas.

"It's passed...days, passed...the sixth...this is already the sixth...days, God's lover from the aliens left Gerard Pique far behind, he left Harvey Alonso, Iniesta, Capdevila far behind...gods..." the commentator of the Italian National Sports roared crazily! ! !

"It's passed, the sixth...day, the sixth...Super Xu has passed, not only did he leave Gerard Pique far behind, he also left the world champion Maradona far behind...the sixth...the sixth...day...why is he not Chinese..." Duan Xuan shook his head and sighed! ! ! !

The boos of the audience became more intense, mixed with deep gasps of exclamation. Behind the Spanish team's goal was the stand of the hardcore fans of the Spanish team. No one dared to look at their eyes carefully. That kid actually passed Gerard Pique again. Which one is this, the sixth?God, it's not April Fools' Day!

Bosque raised his hands angrily on the sidelines, his eyes were frighteningly gloomy.

Yinhu Lippi raised his fists high, the muscles on his face were beating, and he muttered in his mouth: "Don't be soft-footed, go in! Give them a slap in the face!!"

Standing in front of the goal is Iker Casillas, the goalkeeper of the Spanish national team.In this World Cup, the goalkeeper Casillas of the Spanish national team was very eye-catching. He has created the record for the longest goalkeeper in the history of the Spanish national team in the World Cup. ! ! !

This was Xu Zhou's first confrontation with Casillas, a one-on-one chance, and he knew Casillas' ability very well.However, now is not the time to think about these, and Xu Zhou has already forgotten all about them, and now there is only one thought in his mind-goal!

At this time, Xu Zhou only had goals in his eyes!

At this time, Xu Zhou's heart was calmer than an iceberg, even though he was more eager to score goals than anyone else!

The camera was fixed on Xu Zhou. At this time, the photographer's palms were sweating. Everyone knew and knew how crazy this night was. If the ball was scored, the whole of South Africa, Europe, and the whole world would be a sensation. This is no joke. This is the World Cup final, the most glorious hall for football players! ! !

All the fans at the scene felt their shortness of breath and their blood vessels swelled, as if the blood in their bodies was about to break through the restraints of their bodies and spurt out.The fans of the Spanish national team's heartbeat accelerated and their faces turned pale. They seemed to see the evil spirits in hell tearing Spain's body bloody! ! !

At this moment, Casillas' body trembled slightly in the South African breeze, he only had Xu Zhou in his eyes, and everything else seemed to have disappeared! ! !

"Single-knife!! The Italian national team's single-knife!!! Xu Zhou's single-knife!!!" Duan Xuan's trembling voice sounded, and behind it were thousands of Chinese fans trembling with their hearts beating! ! ! ! !

South Africa, Italy, Spain, China, England... Fans all over the world are staring at Xu Zhou at the front of the penalty area of ​​the Spanish national team with beating hearts. They seem to be expecting something, looking forward to the birth of a legend...

(End of this chapter)