"Madrid Pirates' counterattack...Hulay was advancing, he raised his hand to ask for the ball...Tonini passed the ball, diagonally...Oops! The ball was too small!"
In fact, when Tonini passed the ball, it was not only Hulay who saw that he failed to pass the ball well, but also the commentators in the commentary box.
Their position is high up, so they can see more clearly.
Based on their experience, it is very easy to see that Tonini passed the ball behind Hulay.
This counterattack may fail.
Even if Hu Lai can catch the ball, he has changed from facing the attacking direction to facing away from the goal. He can only protect the football first and then wait for the support of other teammates.
This is already the best result.
Unexpectedly, the scene that happened next shocked all the commentators in the commentary box speechless.
What did they see?
Hulay noticed that Toni had passed the ball behind him, so he quickly stopped, turned around, and raised his foot to stop the ball.
So far, everything is pretty normal.
Hu Lai also made his only correct decision in this counterattack.
But next...
They saw the football stopped to the right by Hu Lai, but Hu Lai turned to the left.
At this moment, many people thought of Hulay's stopping error in the Champions League match between Madrid Pirates and Insoubre.
He Feng and Yan Kang were wailing in their hearts:
Isn’t it? Hu Lai, why are you still here? Isn’t it because others are laughing at you not enough?!
But soon their eyes widened.
Football and Hulay are like water, separating in front of the "obstacle" Peralta, bypassing him, and then converging behind Peralta!
This scene really left them stunned.
what happened?
Didn't Hu Lai stop the ball?
How come the stopped ball seems to have a life of its own, bypassing Peralta on its own?
Many people felt that their views had been subverted, as if they had witnessed a magic show on a football field.
How did he do that?!
How did he get football to listen to him so much?!
But before they can figure this out, more important things are yet to come.
At this time, the two Chinese commentators, He Feng and Yan Kang, began to get nervous - if the goal could not be scored in the end, then Hu Lai's previous series of wonderful operations would not be considered perfect!
Only by scoring a goal can the incredible turn just now become a classic!
They were afraid that Hu Lai wouldn't be able to score a goal and all their previous efforts would be wasted.
Especially when I saw Peralta not hesitate to commit a foul and send a penalty kick to prevent Hulay from scoring, my heart was in my throat...
He Feng only dared to shout Hu Lai's name and did not dare to say a word.
Fortunately, Hulay withstood Peralta's collision from behind and not only completed the shot, but also hit a lob!
The football flew over the head of the attacking Madrid goalkeeper Bakker and crashed into the goal!
It was only then that the commentators from all over the world in the commentary box came to their senses and had a collective climax.
There were roars and exclamations from the commentary box:
"huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-!!!huuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!huuuuu!! Oh God! What did we see?!"
“goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!!!”
"Ahhhh! How did this goal go in?! Who can tell me? How did this goal go in?!"
"Did Hu cast some magic on football?! FIFA should explicitly prohibit the use of non-human means to play football!"
"Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Wonderful! This is absolutely the most impeccable performance I have ever seen! Hu used an unconventional turn to get rid of Peralta! Finished the shot and scored! This is a performance that should be remembered forever
A goal that will be remembered in the history of world football!"
"Hu Lai! Beautiful! Beautiful!! Audience friends! Audience friends! Please forgive me for not knowing how to praise this goal! I feel that all words are pale in front of this goal! Even this goal is ten
Not even a fraction of the charm can be reflected! This ball... this ball can no longer be described as a work of art... This ball is a miracle in the history of human football! It should be compared with the Great Wall Pyramid!"
"Oh! Poor Sergi Peralta... He will always be fixed in history as a person who was teased! But he is lucky! There are so many defenders in the world, who can give him
How could he face the ball like this? We all found it incredible in the stands. In his eyes, I'm afraid this is a miracle!"
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The commentators went crazy, and the reporters were no better than them.
Han Shuyu jumped up and down in the stands with his mobile phone, and screamed loudly:
"Oh my God! My God! My God! What happened?! My God! How did I score this goal?! My God! Hu Lai's goal... This goal... Oh my God... My God!"
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She yelled incoherently for a long time and didn't know how to describe it. In the end, she could only end with "I'm sorry."
The reporters in the media gallery also behaved in the same way as Han Shuyu. They used their mobile phones to take pictures of the excited crowd around them and kept repeating the words.
Han Shuyu didn't listen carefully to what they said, but the shocked words of the reporters were all captured by her.
Similarly, she also appeared in the "front line direct reports" of journalists from other countries.
They have become each other's scenery.
Then embellish the most beautiful scenery on the field.
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Seeing that Hu Lai was about to fall forward, Peralta was relieved, but Hu Lai didn't fall down. He sat up again in shock and watched Hu Lai's final shot from behind with wide eyes.
process.
Seeing the football flying into the goal, he lost all his strength and could no longer support his body. He lay back down again and covered his face with his hands.
He eventually became the backdrop for this goal!
Next to Peralta, who was lying on the ground covering his face, Hulay turned around and ran towards the corner flag area after scoring.
But after running a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and stopped suddenly. Then he covered his mouth with his hand and his eyes widened in surprise.
Kamala rushed up excitedly, pushed him hard, pushed him to the ground, and then pressed him up.
More Madrid Pirates players swarmed in and pressed forward.
Hu Lai was never seen again.
The sky above the Pirates Park stadium was filled with deafening cheers, like continuous thunder, rolling in from the sky and crushing everyone's hearts.
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When Hulay scored, Melly had just ran through the center circle.
What he saw from his perspective was different from what he saw on television.
The football turned an arc and flew backwards, and the moment when Hu Lai turned to the left, the width was particularly obvious.
He didn't know how Hu Lai did it, and he didn't know how he could do it.
Seeing this goal, he felt a strong sense of frustration welling up in his heart.
Such a ball...
Hu wouldn't be able to kick such a ball again, right?
He could only comfort himself in his heart.
But he soon thought:
But no matter what, he has done it!
He scored such a goal!
In front of such a goal, what does the goal he just scored count?
He put his hands on his hips and looked up at the sky:
God, am I being targeted?
He was answered by rumbling shouts. It was the on-site DJ leading the home team fans to continuously chant the name of the scorer:
"Hu--"
"Lai——!"
"Hu--!"
"Lai!!!"
"Hu!!"
"Lai!!"
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The only sounds in the VIP box of the Madrid Kings fans came from outside.
They were all cheering for Melli's goal before, but now they were all silent.
What a "counterattack moment"... what "it's our turn"... all the fantasies and longings after Melli's goal were shattered by this goal.
Sylvia and her mother were sitting on the sofa blankly. She looked up at the figure on the screen looking up at the sky.
The omnipotent hero in her mind looked so lonely and lonely in the camera.
Sylvia felt so heartbroken.
She wanted to give that man a hug and a kiss.
But she couldn't do anything but sit here and watch.
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When Hu Lai was finally pulled up from the bottom turf by his teammates, a slow-motion replay of his goal was being played on the TV broadcast. It showed everyone this goal from multiple angles, in the sky and on the ground, in all directions without blind spots.
Balls...what a dick!
“I can’t see this goal over and over again...it’s so beautiful!”
In the commentary box, He Feng was also looking at the picture on the monitor on his desk, shaking his head and sighing.
"I think of Hu Lai, who just made his debut in the Chinese League One. At that time, he was nicknamed 'the picker'... Who would have thought that he could score such an elegant goal! This turn... is just like...
Waltz on the football field!”
Yan Kang remembered how the Madrid Kings fans mocked Hu Lai some time ago, so he smiled happily:
"What is this? This is the 'turn of the century'!"