Godfather of national football

Chapter 684 Top of the World ([-])
"Zhou Dun playing goalkeeper?" Li Zibing was stunned.

Liu Jianhong is okay. After all, he has seen such a situation before, but it is only in Serie A. "I guess Zhou Dun practiced it when he was a child, because people who have not practiced can't try it easily, and they are easy to get injured."

Li Zibing actually didn’t mean that, who cares about getting injured now, but what would happen in the last few minutes without a professional goalkeeper for the Chinese team?Can you get through it?If you can't make it through and enter the penalty shootout, isn't that waiting to be abused?
However, Li Zibing would not say these complaints.

Wang Dalei walked towards the court, Li Guo patted him, "There is no need to go back to the locker room, just wait in the player tunnel, we will celebrate together later."

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

On the court, the French team is not in contention, let's make good use of the free kick in front of the penalty area. Payet stands in front of the ball. He can often score free kicks in the Premier League.

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

"Damn, the captain is still decent." Mu Fei on the bench murmured. In fact, everyone was shocked by Zhou Dun. That was by no means a rookie's temperament. Zhou Dun was like a professional goalkeeper. Only Zhou Dun knew that all of this was based on the memory of his usual training with Wang Dalei, and it was used to bluff the opponent.

Payet retreated, ran up, and shot in one go. Unfortunately, the ball was hit high. Didier Deschamps stomped his foot on the sidelines, "Idiot, this ball must be in the goal. The opponent is a rookie goalkeeper."

But on the court, the players were so nervous, how could they think so much?Payet also used his usual footwork.

"Shoot more and remember the opponent's keeper is a rookie," shouted Deschamps.

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

118 minutes!

There are still 2 minutes, at most 4 minutes, it depends on whether the referee will give a little stoppage time. At this time, Lloris has already stood in the middle circle.

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

Lloris waved his hand and signaled Umtiti to go up too. He handed the ball to himself and drove in with a big foot. After two header passes, Dajirou grabbed the header and hit a parabola. Zhou Dun didn't dare to catch it with his hands and shot directly to the bottom line.

"Corner!"

The blue French fans at the scene stood up and sang the Marseillaise in unison. This is probably 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 read it, you will tell me the result later." After speaking, he obediently covered his two little ears.

Fabio looked obedient and cute, smiled and hugged her, "You are afraid, I will protect you."

On the court, all the players of the French team have already overwhelmed halftime, and Lloris has also reached the front of the penalty area.

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

The Marseillaise was still loud, Griezmann took a deep breath, and kicked a curved ball into the penalty area. Just when everyone was about to move, a pair of big hands stretched into the air and firmly hugged the ball. The ball stopped under the friction of the gloves, and at the same time, the timer on the scene stopped.

The game is over! !

In the player tunnel, instead of rushing out to hug Li Guo, Wang Dalei knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, like a child.

On the court, Zhou Dun pressed the ball under his body and was reluctant to get up for a long time. In fact, he also cried, no, he was sobbing. Although he really wanted to cry, Zhou Dun still held back.

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

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

The other players didn't even have the mood to make a fuss, they just squatted sad, just like two years ago, the dominant French team still didn't 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 players who performed a hat-trick could collect the game ball. Reluctantly, Zhou Dun threw the ball to the caddy.

On the other side, Mu Fei hugged Geng Chong, crying with snot and tears, "Ah... ah... ah."

"why are you crying?"

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

"Then don't rub my jersey."

"These are tears of happiness."

After talking, the two hugged each other, crying for a while and laughing for a while, just like two lunatics.

Griezmann went to Chen Gelin, the two were the best strikers of this era, Grid won the Golden Boot, but lost the championship.

Grid even doubted himself a little, whether he was only the runner-up, this was the case in Atletico Madrid, and it was the same in the French team.

"Congratulations," Grid said generously.

"Swap jerseys?"

Grid shook his head, "No."

What Chen Gelin doesn't know is that Griezmann is the Golden Boot, and he will be on stage to receive the award later, so he can't exchange jerseys.

Chen Gelin patted him, "You are a golden boot, better than me."

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

Chen Gelin smiled helplessly, he didn't know how to comfort Grid, or in this case, any comfort would be useless.

Li Guo didn't think of Deshang until he was crying so badly, so he wiped it off and walked towards him, "I'm sorry, I'm too excited."

Deschamps said with a wry smile: "It should be, after all, you are the world champion."

Li Guo joked: "You took it 20 years ago, just let me do it once."

Deschamps didn't appreciate Li Guo's sense of humor, he didn't even have a smile, and his expression on his face was uglier than crying. Perhaps every word he talked with Li Guo at this moment seemed to be suffering.

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

Li Guo could only go to the referee, which was also out of politeness. In addition, Zuoli's level of law enforcement in this game was indeed too high.

"congratulations!"

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

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

Li Guo was ashamed and thought: "I am so tough?"

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.

"Why?" Li Guo thought to himself.

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

(End of this chapter)