Green Field Eunuch

Chapter 653 The Hero of the Chinese Team: David Lewis

Hulk ran to the corner flag to take the corner kick.

After the corner kick was taken, it was cleared by Feng Xiaoting's header, but the second ball was intercepted by Marcelo. After adjusting himself, he took a powerful shot with his left foot.

The football arced through the air, but ended up going way wide of the goal, quite a lopsided one at that.

The pace of the game slowed down somewhat after that.

Brazil started the game with a flurry of attacks, but when their offense failed to produce quick goals, they had to slow down their pace a bit.

After all, this is a 90-minute game, not a 15-minute one.

However, for a full fifteen minutes, the Chinese team was still under pressure and could barely breathe, managing only two waves of attacks, none of which went too far forward, while the Brazilian team constantly threatened the Chinese team's penalty area.

The situation in this competition is not very good.

Of course, the Brazilian team felt very good. For example, Thiago Silva, who was defending against Shan Yongzhuo, found his job quite easy because fifteen minutes had passed and Shan Yongzhuo hadn't gotten the ball at all.

"No matter how good he is, they are too weak overall. If he can't get the ball, it's all in vain."

Thiago Silva thought to himself that everything was going smoothly.

Other Brazilian players shared this view. For example, David Luiz in the back line was required to keep an eye on Shan Yongzhuo at all times and immediately cover him if the opponent tried to receive the ball. Fernandinho in the defensive midfield position was also required to keep an eye on Shan Yongzhuo at all times.

They felt very relaxed at that moment, so David Luiz and Fernandinho were even able to frequently make forward runs to receive the ball and participate in the attack.

However, no matter how strong the Brazilian team is, they cannot prevent the Chinese team from attacking.

Shan Yongzhuo will naturally get the ball smoothly.

In the 17th minute, the Chinese team launched a steady attack. After three passes in midfield, the ball was passed forward to Shan Yongzhuo, who had turned around to receive it.

David Luiz and Fernandinho were positioned too far forward at that moment and had not yet returned.

Dan Yongzhuo turned around and was about to break past Thiago Silva.

Thiago Silva defended with all his might, constantly pressing Shan Yongzhuo with his body. Shan Yongzhuo's plan to break past Thiago Silva failed, and he could only run diagonally to the side.

He almost dribbled all the way to the sideline, but finally stopped at the corner of the penalty area.

Then Shan Yongzhuo was surrounded.

With Thiago Silva close behind, Marcelo on the right, and Paulinho trailing behind, passing the ball out was impossible. Not only was there no one there, but there was also no angle to pass.

The other Chinese players were positioned far back and didn't even reach Brazil's half. The only player close to Shan Yongzhuo, Hao Junmin, was entangled with Fernandinho in the middle, about 30 meters from the goal.

All Shan Yongzhuo could do was protect the ball and rely on himself.

He took a tentative step forward, almost losing the ball, then glanced at the goal out of the corner of his eye and made up his mind.

"Let's just attack them!"

After making up his mind, Shan Yongzhuo suddenly pushed the ball forward and, before his opponent could react, launched a long kick.

Shoot?

Do not!
"He made a single cross, but unfortunately there was no one in the penalty area. He was basically passing the ball to thin air."

The Brazilian commentator was making a joke.

At least in his view, that was correct; the football flew high into the penalty area.

Normal height.

A normal curve.

Just now, Shan Yongzhuo's shooting angle was blocked when he was facing the goal, so he couldn't complete a normal shot at all.

Looking at the trajectory of the football, Shan Yongzhuo was also a little disappointed, even thinking that the Mighty Vajra Leg had failed.

As the ball was about to fall, Shan Yongzhuo thought the shot had gone wrong.

But the next moment...

David Luiz, standing in the penalty area waiting for the ball, swung his right foot to meet it.

Very powerful. David Luiz wanted to kick the ball directly out of the penalty area; a long kick would definitely have been possible.

The problem is that even though he accurately judged the position of the ball, when he kicked it, the ball was still affected by the curve and deviated slightly.

Then he raised his big foot to the right side of his calf.

The accident just happened.

The trajectory of the football was completely altered by David Luiz.

"boom!"

After the ball collided with David Luiz's right calf, it completely changed course and headed straight for the top corner of the goal.

Cesar was completely stunned and had no idea that this was happening.

However, it was too late for him to stop it; the ball grazed the post and flew into the side netting, finally landing inside the goal.

Castello Stadium was silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the Brazilian goal.

Everyone was stunned.

"Is this okay?"

When the ball flew into the goal, the first to react was commentator Liu Jianhong: "Goal! David Luiz! His clearance went awry, and he kicked the ball into his own net! 1-0, David Luiz gives China the lead..."

Afterwards, the Brazilian fans at the scene erupted in noise, feeling extremely frustrated.

Meanwhile, the Chinese team's fans cheered excitedly.

Regardless of who scored, the most important thing is that the Chinese team is in the lead.

On the Brazilian side, David Luiz stood with his hands on his hips, head down, shaking his head repeatedly, clearly frustrated.

How did it get kicked so badly?
What frustrated him even more was that when he looked up, he saw Shan Yongzhuo standing not far away, earnestly expressing his gratitude to him.

Thank you!

"!!!"

David Louis was extremely frustrated, but he couldn't vent his anger, especially when he felt the reproachful looks from his teammates.

He stood in the center of the restricted area, his lips pursed, looking like he was about to cry.

I was just trying to clear the ball, and I had clearly calculated the landing point. How did it just happen to go astray and then result in an own goal?

On the other hand, the entire Chinese team didn't care who scored the goal; as long as it was a goal, it was a good thing.

They began their own celebration.

After all, this was a goal that broke the deadlock, and the team took the lead.

The Chinese fans in the stands were also celebrating excitedly and discussing among themselves.

"That afro, that's Louis."

"He has just transferred to Paris Saint-Germain and is said to be the world's most valuable center-back."

"The highest net worth? That's all?"

"What do you mean, that's all? We should thank him. He's David Luiz, the world's best center-back, and a hero for the Chinese team."

"That's right, a hero! He helped us take the lead!"

David Luiz was immediately hailed as a hero by Chinese fans, and many fans who loved a good spectacle shouted from the stands, "Go Luiz!"

"Go Louis, try for a brace!"

"Louis, hero!"

(End of this chapter)