Chapter 672: Avoid Its Edge? Let's Fight!
The fans at the scene couldn't help but get up.
Everyone felt it when they saw Lindy's figure running wildly.
As he got closer to the penalty area, the feeling in Lindy's heart became stronger and stronger.
It seems that only scoring a goal can completely let him vent his anger.
The Italian steel defense line in front of him was a link he had to overcome.
Facing Barzagli's overmatch, Lindy didn't know what happened.
I just stepped on the bicycle and accelerated again!
Eat it raw!
Member of Italy's former World Cup winning team.
breakthrough!
Off the court, Chiellini clenched his fists with a solemn expression.
After passing Barzagli, even Prandelli's eyes changed.
It can be said that there is almost no one in front of Lindy.
Drawing the sword and looking around at a loss?
Then run.
When Lindy rushed into the penalty area, the players on the bench also stood up.
Balzaretti and Bonucci could no longer hold back and pounced directly.
But Lindy only glanced at Rooney.
Bonucci's figure froze and turned to look at Rooney.
And the next second
"Bang!"
Lindy shoots angrily!
Prandelli felt like his heart was going to stop beating.
But fortunately, he saw young player Buffon flying to block the ball.
He held his heart with his right hand, closed his eyes and took a breath.
But at this moment, the scene erupted into astonishing cheers.
When he opened his eyes, Prandelli saw Lindy running on the field to celebrate.
"what's the situation?"
He turned to look at the bench, where Chiellini and others were looking at the court with their hands on their heads and expressions of disbelief.
And all the players on the opposite bench rushed out, all with red faces.
It was like taking stimulants, yelling like crazy!
It seems like they lost another goal.
Montolivo, who was so high-spirited just now, was almost heartbroken.
He stood there blankly, looking at Lindy who was celebrating crazily.
Lao Huang and others couldn't hold it any longer: "3 to 1!"
"I don't know how to describe this ball at this moment."
"I rarely even see Lindy like this."
"This kind of thrilling solo ride will make the blood in your body boil again no matter how long it takes."
"The feeling of shooting a goal, then scoring a follow-up shot, having a cardiac arrest and then being activated by an AED is really exciting."
At this time, Lao Zhang suddenly took over the conversation:
"I see, this Lindy has a bit of a young man's spirit."
"Before, I always thought he was too old. No matter what game or conflict he was in, he could stay calm."
"Presumably, it may have been the boss just now, and this must have been stimulated by Montolivo."
"You rarely see Lindy being beaten one-on-one, right?"
The fans in front of the TV finally recognized it, as if everything started when Montolivo broke through Lindy.
Lindy, who was running wildly, ran from the corner flag area to the bench in one breath, hugging and celebrating with his teammates.
It seems that everything in my heart needs to be vented through running.
On the contrary, the teammates on the field behind him were a little exhausted and could not keep up with his rhythm.
Henderson and others patted Lindy on the head: "Lin, we are going to advance!"
"Yeah, why don't you open some champagne during the intermission?"
Lindy, who was still immersed in joy, suddenly woke up as if he heard a secret signal.
The look in Glen Johnson's eyes changed.
"What's wrong?" The latter was very puzzled.
"I'll treat you tonight, you pay for it yourself!" Lindy said this and ran back to the stadium.
Only a group of extremely happy teammates and a confused Glen Johnson were left.
"I, what did I say wrong? Why should I pay separately for your enjoyment??"
Glen Johnson's eyes widened, and the joy completely disappeared from his face.
Lao Ma and Aguero stood up and applauded Lindy.
One is for the younger generation that he admires, and the other is for his good brother.
The two of them turned into Lindy's little fans and called him like crazy!
The first half of the game ended and the two sides entered the halftime break.
Both sides returned to their locker rooms one after another.
When Lindy and Pirlo passed each other, they no longer had the same mood as at the beginning.
Montolivo lowered his head and didn't even look at Lindy.
...
Although the team led by two goals, Hodgson still felt uneasy.
He plans to switch to a defensive midfielder in the second half to strengthen defense.
Of course, he won't make substitutions directly at midfield.
After letting out a breath, Hodgson smiled and said:
"We did a great job in the first half, and the score is also a surprise."
"Whether it's Lampard or Gerrard, Rooney or Lindy, everyone performed great!"
Everyone laughed, but Hodgson changed the subject:
"However, I only have one request for the second half, to have the spirit of 12 points!"
"I don't want to talk to you about the Miracle of Istanbul."
"Just one thing, cheer up!"
Some people looked serious, some looked indifferent, Hodgson could see it all.
Lindy touched his chin and thought to himself: Isn't this old boy going to have to reorganize himself in the second half?
But Hodgson stopped talking and asked Rojo to lead the coaching staff to communicate with the team about his personal tactical requirements for the second half.
On the other side, Prandelli's neat shirt has been unbuttoned.
And the players seemed to be full of fighting spirit again.
When Lindy and others came out early and saw the Italian team regrouping and wanted to fight again.
They were all quite surprised.
Walcott felt a little uncomfortable next to him and said to Lindy:
"It seems that BOSS is right. The Italian team is expected to fight fiercely from the beginning of the second half. Lin, we still have to avoid it."
But at this moment, Lindy's eyes suddenly changed, and there was a vague smile at the corner of her mouth.
This made Walcott's face feel a little hot, and he wondered if his cowardice had made Lindy laugh.
But I heard Lindy’s deep voice:
"You want me to avoid their attacks first?"
Lindy shook his head and continued:
"Come and fight!"
Chapter completed!