i'm a superstar

Chapter 161 Can this goal really be scored?
As a hardcore Chinese football fan, retired Liu Lao is even more worried. He is looking forward to the stars and the moon. He is looking forward to the fact that the national team can enter the World Cup again in his lifetime!
"Gua Wazi, aren't you just messing around!"

Seeing that the Chinese team was scored, not only did not return to the defense, but also pressed as a whole, Mr. Liu was in a hurry, he slapped the thigh of a fat man next to him, and shouted angrily.

On the court, although the Chinese team's offense is not as smooth as Inter Milan, the opposite New Zealand is not a Serie A club known for its reinforced concrete defense.Even if they are pressing and rushing all over the field at the expense of physical strength, it is difficult to take advantage of the Chinese team's faster passing speed.

In this way, the game was controlled by the Chinese team, and New Zealand's defense was pushed back to its own half.

About 10 minutes have passed in the first half of the game.

"Good goal! Good goal! Bashen's ball is beautiful, but today Aurellano doesn't seem to be wearing shooting boots, unexpectedly, he actually missed a goal that was close at hand. It's simply, it shouldn't be , this opportunity is such a pity."

"New Zealand, New Zealand's counterattack finally started, they, they seem to be very good at this tactic, it seems that they have learned a lot from Mourinho's previous team.

"Yes! Their power forward really looks like Andy Lau in Africa—Drogba, that's right, it just doesn't seem to be as attractive as Warcraft."

The two commentators were also nervous and said half-jokingly.Anyway, the commentary was in Chinese anyway, and the New Zealand players on the field probably couldn't understand it, so they wouldn't be sued for racial discrimination.

"Ah! It's not good, it's this routine again, pass the ball directly to the forward in front."

"They played too simple, but the effect was surprisingly good, China, the Chinese team is dangerous..."

It was the black power forward who held Bradley with his body. Instead of waiting for his own players to come up to respond, he leaned back hard with his body and turned around.

"This guy is simply too strong, like a big buffalo broke into the rice field, rampaging, and made the Chinese team's restricted area turn their backs."

Indeed, the New Zealand power forward's personal ability is too strong on the field. He poked in the frontcourt alone, and he was stunned to beat the entire defense of the Chinese team.

"Ah! That guy's skills are not bad. With a light flick, he passed Gambino who was rushing forward."

"Ah! He, is he going to shoot forcibly?"

In the commentary, the big black man made room for a violent shot.The ball was not high, it was a ground shot, and the ball quickly flew to the left post of the Chinese team's goal.

Originally, Ultraman could have saved the ball, but that was when the ball was running in a straight line.

Ultraman, Ultraman was played hard.

The only thing to blame is the fact that the artificial turf of the Spring City Stadium is so rotten that when you kick it there is a hole. Unfortunately, the ball passed through a hole and bounced directly upwards. Altman flew into the goal from above his body.

"Ah! This ball is too weird! Originally, Ultraman could have thrown it, but, the ball suddenly bounced. Could it be that the ball is bewitched."

Another commentator said in horror.

Duan Xiaodi was speechless, obviously he stumbled on the lawn, how could this guy be so superstitious!

"Hey! Could it be that it was destined by the heavens that our Chinese team's luck in this game is really bad..."

The New Zealand team overtook the score, so easily overtook the score, like pouring ice water on the heads of all the Chinese.

"It's okay, the ball is not your fault!"

Seeing Altman was annoyed, Zhang Han patted him on the shoulder and said.

The opponent was celebrating a goal, but in the end, the players on the field were gathered together again by Zhang Han, and he was about to lecture again.

"Come on! Shout our slogan again!" Zhang Han shouted.

"We're all bums! We're all bums!"

The Chinese players held their heads high and shouted in a circle.

Although the stadium was quite noisy, the fans in the stands still heard the loud slogans of the players of the Chinese team, their eyes widened one by one, and then burst into laughter.

"Call!" Zhang Han shouted loudly.

"We are all bastards! We are all bastards!" shouted the other ten planners who didn't know what they were doing.

"The score must be evened! If this drags on to the second half, I don't know what will happen!"

Zhang Han glanced at the time on the precious watch on Bashen's wrist, shook his head and said.

"Zhang Han, they are too tender and young, and they are too prone to mood swings. During the intermission, you must talk about it carefully." At this time, Anna reminded Zhang Han.

"I just can't figure it out. Didn't these guys look like they had taken gunpowder in the last game? England was beaten up all over the place. Today, what happened today? Even New Zealand can't handle it." Zhang Han really couldn't figure it out, and said depressedly.

"People are crazy! If you are young, your state is unstable. When you are going smoothly, you will destroy whoever you see, but once you encounter setbacks, you will easily collapse and lose confidence. Didn't you see that? Your two defenders are about to collapse. It's gone." Anna smiled.

"You can still laugh, and don't say help me find a way." Zhang Han said unhappily.

"What do you think? Go up by yourself, make a watch and take the lead."

Time passed quickly. When Zhang Han became a father and a mother again, and was so tired that he almost kicked his legs, the first half of the game was finally coming to an end. At this time, a New Zealand player intentionally fouled and kicked someone, and the Chinese team got a frontcourt position free kick.

The New Zealand players are still very smart. They even know that there is more than one free kick player in the Chinese team. Therefore, although their moves are very rough and rough, they never foul in dangerous places. Possibly a direct shot.

"Will Zhang Han hit the goal with this free kick? This is their first half, and maybe their last chance to tie the score!"

"Shouldn't be able to shoot! The ball is biased, and it's at least 30 meters away from the goal."

"Will this goal go in? Hope it will go in!"

On the field, both Boss and Zhang Han stood on the penalty spot. This is a free kick on the right side. It is far away from the goal. It is really difficult to hit the goal directly. Therefore, the two stand there and discuss it. .

Surprisingly, the result of the discussion was that Zhang Han left, and Bosch stood on the penalty spot, ready to take the free kick.

force!The referee blew the free throw whistle, and Bosch started running.

"This goal, this goal is the Chinese team. The Chinese team had the only chance to score in the first half. Can the goal be scored? Can this goal really be scored?"

The commentator whetted the appetite of the audience, and explained in a prolonged voice.

(End of this chapter)