i'm a superstar

Chapter 171 Even if God came to this ball, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Zhang Han, Zhang Han's posture is simply too handsome. Just looking at this posture, you can tell that the ball is there."

Duan Xiaotian on the screen was so happy that he didn't know what he was laughing about, and said in an excited voice.

Due to her hard work and good popularity, she is said to be Zhang Han's friend, and Miss Duan has long since become the most popular football host on CCTV, and she is also responsible for the commentary of important domestic and foreign games.

"Hmm! Zhang Han started his run-up, and he didn't run fast. Xiaotian, don't you think Zhang Han's free kick is very similar to Beckham? The arc is extremely large, and the scoring rate is extremely high."

Another host continued.

"Director Liu, after what you said, I really remembered that his free kick action really resembles Beckham!" Duan Xiaotian suddenly opened his mouth, and his expression was extremely cute.

It's a pity that Zhang Han on the screen didn't know if he had taken the wrong medicine this time. He didn't choose the Beckham-style full-moon scimitar. Instead, he shot his foot furiously and shot a Carlos-style volley.

However, he did not have the luck of the Brazilian, who was able to blow the missed ball back with the wind, and his shot hit the jumping wall with a bang.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, Zhang Han's ball is of high quality, but the arc is almost meaningless, and it didn't go over the wall."

"Well! If, if the opponent doesn't jump, the ball will pass."

Duan Xiaotian added beautifully and charmingly.

"Have you noticed that every time Zhang Han takes a free kick, he seems to play differently. This time he obviously wants to take a Juninho-style deciduous ball."

Duan Xiaotian ignored Director Liu, because the ball was blocked out of the baseline by the opposing player, and Inter Milan got a left corner kick.

"Inter Milan, no, the Chinese players discussed it and decided that Boss should take the penalty."

"Yes, Bosch looked calm and stood in the corner area." Duan Xiaotian smiled slightly. This old man Liu often said wrong words, which made the atmosphere awkward, but he himself was very excited.

"Nice, this corner kick is beautiful, it should be a forward point!"

"Yes, it's the front point."

"Beautiful, beautiful, the ball is here, here it is." Director Liu began to get excited.

"Sure enough! It really is Zhang Han! The ball was topped by Zhang Han, and it was so beautiful, like Lu Zhishen pulling up a weeping willow. Far post, the ball hit the post and bounced into the net."

"The top of the ball is too high-quality, powerful, and the angle is excellent. New Zealand goalkeeper Paston should not be able to catch the ball."

"Director Liu was full of witty words, yes, the goalkeeper really can't be blamed for this ball, Zhang Handing was too tricky, and went straight to the dead corner of the goal. This ball, this ball, even if God came, there is nothing to do."

Duan Xiaotian followed suit.

At this time, I don't know how many fans in front of the screen burst into tears because of Zhang Han's goal.

This, these are tears of excitement, these are tears of hope. Anyway, in Hawaii, Zhang Han's family sitting in front of the big-screen TV cried with excitement.

"Mom! My brother scored a goal! I'm so happy!"

Zhang Xue jumped up directly, spoke a bunch of English, and gave her mother a big hug.

"You little girl, who did you learn from? You will hug her every time you move!" Zhang Han's mother said dumbfounded, looking at her daughter who was spoiled by everyone like a little princess, "You are not allowed to spoil her in the future, see What a crazy girl!"

Everyone laughed, especially Yuan Amano's family, who were close to Zhang Han's family, naturally laughed more happily.

"Cousin Zhang Xue, don't be too happy! Although we scored one goal, if we maintain this score, we still won't be able to qualify."

Yuan Fang said with a look of understanding.

"What do you mean? Didn't the score equalize? Why did New Zealand qualify?" Zhang Xue was puzzled.

Not only was Zhang Xue puzzled, but apart from Yuan Amano and Zhang Han's father, two old fans present, few people could understand.

"You don't understand this! This kind of game is counted as home and away goals. Although the score is 3 to 3 now, New Zealand has three away goals, while we only have one."

The original party continued to play around, popularizing football knowledge to the blind players present.

"Then it's over if my brother enters one more!" Zhang Xue said confidently. In her young heart, Zhang Han was invincible, even more so than Monkey King.

However, perhaps borrowing my sister's words of wisdom, less than 2 minutes later, it was another corner kick on the left, almost at the same position, Zhang Han once again overwhelmed the New Zealand defender and headed the ball into the goal.

"The ball is scored! The ball is scored! Another header! Zhang Han, Zhang Han is simply too domineering!"

Duan Xiaotian's excited voice sounded on the TV.

"Zhang Han, Zhang Han's top is really beautiful, the opponent, the opponent's goalkeeper has no response."

The slow-motion replay that followed clearly showed that the second goal was a bit different.

Zhang Han's top was very clever, this time it was not the back point, but the middle, the ball directly hit the opponent's goalkeeper who was caught off guard - Paston's hand and bounced into the goal.

"What did I say, my brother will get another one!" Zhang Xue smiled triumphantly, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

Yuan Fang was speechless, and you were fooled by the look on your face.

"What? Yuan Fang, you look very unconvinced, do you want us to make another bet?" Zhang Xue said again.

"Damn girl! No matter how big or small, call her cousin." Zhang Han's mother gave her daughter a look, and brought fruit snacks to a group of relatives who were watching the game.

"What bet?" Yuan Fang said.

"I bet my brother can score another goal today, do you dare to come?" Zhang Xue continued to be proud.

"Come here, who is afraid of whom?" Yuan Fang slapped the table.

"These two children are doing nonsense..."

Everyone laughed when they saw the two people pointing needles at each other.

New Zealand, at the Westpac Stadium, the Chinese fans who witnessed Zhang Han's two domineering headers, and the Chinese fans who traveled thousands of miles to New Zealand, immediately boiled, and a huge red wave was set off in surprise.

On the other hand, the New Zealand fans quit and booed all over the sky. They hated the big Chinese man to death at this time.

After New Zealand kicked off again at midfield, the morale-boosting Chinese team immediately launched an active press. The bayonets of both sides were like red, and they watched fierce competition on the court.

Zhang Han was as stable as Mount Tai, guarding the midfielder, and froze to resist New Zealand's furious attack, and the ball changed hands again.

The Chinese team, the Chinese team took their time, passed the ball slowly, and moved forward.

At this time, the pace of the game slowed down.

"Now you know it's urgent, I'm not in a hurry."

Zhang Han snickered and said that he deliberately slowed down the pace of the game and added crosses and back passes. Sure enough, the New Zealand players on the field became impatient.

(End of this chapter)