Xiangnan held his head high and spread his hands open. The ball was like an obedient black and white elf, as if it was stuck to Xiangnan's feet.

Puyol felt a light flashing in Xiangnan's eyes, and this feeling made him start to alert. This was a fighting spirit, a strong fighting spirit.

Once upon a time, this fighting spirit flashed in the eyes of many opponents!!

How many young strikers are trying to become famous in one game with the Barcelona captain, but Puyol's intuition tells him that the boy who helped Chelsea kill Manchester United and won the European Champions League is definitely not a false reputation, but a dangerous guy.

At this time, Xiangnan's right arm was put down and made a gesture. Casano's eyes lit up when he saw this gesture.

The toes of the right foot gently pushed the ball, then pushed the ground with the left foot, exerted force, and started to accelerate south---

Puyol proved that he was one of the top central defenders in the world. He took a small step with his left foot, and this small step just blocked the angle of moving south...

At this moment, Xiangnan slowed down his speed, controlled the ball, turned his right heel, slammed the ball to the left, then pulled it back with the arch of his foot, leaned slightly to the right, and pushed the ball forward with the outer instep of his right foot, and passed the ball straight along the left side of Puyor...

The body towards the south was like a velocity leopard, advancing along Puyor's right wing at high speed.\\/\

"The man ball has been divided?!!!" A sense of shame burned in Puyor's cheeks, but the Barcelona captain reacted quickly, and with a big stride, he leaned against Xiangnan, tightly beside Xiangnan...

"You're fooled!!!" Xiangnan's mouth raised a corner of joy.

At this time, no one noticed a red and white sneaker. Suddenly, he hooked it with a clever hook and then pushed it out---

Even Casillas was helpless in the face of such a close shot. The ball slowly rolled into the net, causing ripples--

This ripple completely ignited the passion of the Italian fans at Ernst-Happel Stadium and the hope of the Apennine Peninsula. It is rekindled!!! The ball is beautifully passed! Italy still has a chance!! The boys still have a chance!!!”

Thomassi's high-pitched roar hovered over Ernst-Happel Stadium. Thinking of an Apennine singer, suddenly with a turbid feeling!!!

"Andre!!! Andre!!! Andre's pass tricked Puyol!! It's great!!!"

No time to celebrate!!

Casano rushed to the earth net behind Casillas, picked up the ball, held it in his arms, and then slapped Xiangnan, and the two ran towards the middle circle.\\

In the live shot of Ernst Happer Stadium, there is no. 18 in the blue ground and no. 15 in the blue sky. It is as gentle as the blue ocean in the stands of Ernst Happer Stadium!!!

At this moment, in countless bars, homes, and even offices on the Apennines, everyone stared at the TV screen tightly. Will that blue No. 15 once again bring miracles to Italy?

Perhaps, Italian fans don’t know that it was from this moment. For Xiangnan, the best scorer in the mainland of Italy, the Apennines fans really began to fully accept it. And without knowing it, they gave great hope to this 19-year-old boy...!!" Puyor pulled Casillas, who kicked the goal in annoyance.

"Karls! Can't give this guy a chance!!!" Casillas glanced at his defensive core heavily, and his eyes drifted to the one not far away.\\\\The black hair No. 15, which had been disrupted by the rain!!

In the 88th minute of the game, Italy relied on assists to the south and Casano scored a goal!!

The tense atmosphere at Ernst Happel Stadium reached its peak at this moment. After being happy throughout the game, Spanish fans began to sing harder and cheer for their team!!

Going south along the left side of the penalty area, Fabregas glanced at Capdvilla beside him, made a gesture, and then forced him up.

Xiangnan controlled the ball, leaned against Fabregas, suddenly turned around and poked it with a toe, trying to pass the ball through between Fabregas' legs.

Spain No. 10 made a prediction, stretched out his legs and the ball changed direction and reached Capdevila's feet.

Xiangnan immediately rushed towards Capdvira and robbed him on the spot.

Capdwella knocked the ball to Puyor, Xiangnan had to retreat to the middle of the penalty area. Puyor took a step and hit his left foot, and the ball returned to Capdwella's feet.\\\\\\

After receiving the pass from Capdvilla, Fabregas did not rush to attack. After taking two steps, facing De Rossi who was robbing, he passed the ball horizontally. The ball reached Cazzola's feet, and Cazzola passed the ball to Silva.

The game time is not long, and Spain has begun to control the pace of the game with purpose and try to delay the time.

Silva broke through at high speed along the right side, pulled and swayed away Grosso's long legs, and pushed the ball horizontally--

"Be careful!! Fabregas!!" Amid Thomassi's terrified roar ---

Spain's No. 10 is like an eagle spreading its wings, spreading its arms, lifting its left foot, facing the ball with a violent blow, the ball made a violent sound of breaking through the air, and it rotated towards the upper right corner of the goal...

Buffon jumped suddenly, looking at the spinning white light. When the moment he fell, the Italian gate felt a pain in his fingertips. The ball was blocked by his fingertips and rose slightly---

"Stopped?!"

The Spanish commentator at Ernst Hapel Stadium, with crazy roars, told Buffon the real answer...Regas Solia), a great blow!! A fatal blow!! Long live Spain!! We are entering the semi-finals!!! Hello Switzerland, we are here!!!" (The semi-finals are held in Switzerland)

The flaunting back of Red No. 10 was running on the green grass of Ernst-Happel Stadium. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Under the floodlight, the red color.\///\\ is so dazzling...

Xiangnan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the efforts he had just made would be lost again after a moment---

Is it really going to fail?

The blue river water on the Danube turned into raindrops, pouring on the black hair towards the south, feeling a little cold. He reached out to touch the rain on his forehead, his eyes a little confused...

At this time, the 3-minute stoppage time sign was raised on the side of the court!!

Italy's European Cup road. 3 minutes left?

Has it reached the end?…

Buffon roared and roared. He took the ball out of the net and threw it to the frontcourt. The ball reached Xiangnan's feet, and Xiangnan immediately reacted. The game was not over yet, and as long as the whistle of the game was not remembered, there was still a chance.

Ernst Happel's field, all the Italian fans stood up and sang loudly, and they did not abandon their team!!

Xiangnan placed the ball in the middle circle, while Casano and De Rossi were surrounding the referee and protesting loudly--

"Referee, the Spanish celebrated too long. They were deliberately delaying the time!!"

"Referee. They have to make up for the delayed time!!" This is De Rossi's voice?!

The delayed time needs to be made up?!!

Even De Rossi himself knew it was impossible, but the Italian protests prompted the referee to step forward to stop the Spaniard from continuing to celebrate wildly.

The game continues. Re-telephone!!

At this time, a minute has passed!!

Donadoni stood on the side of Ernst Happel's court, and the rain slid down the face of the Italian national team's head coach. He seemed to hear the question from the damn French reporter again--

Mr. Donadoni, have you finished your greeting?

Damn it!! Our game is not over yet!! The Frenchman has already gone home first!! We still have a chance!!

Donadoni suddenly became irritable, waved his arms vigorously, signaling his players to attack regardless of their own!!

In fact, at this moment, the head coach does not need to mobilize. All Italian players are crazily pouring out high fighting spirit into Spain's penalty area!!

This is the football game. 5 minutes ago, Italy fell behind 0:2, and there was a little player, and it felt like giving up!!

Now, there are still 2 minutes left before the game ends, Italy is behind 1:2. The string called fighting in the Italian international's mind is making the most exciting battle sound!!!

"The Italian boys!! Don't give up!!" Thomassi didn't notice that the corners of his eyes were already wet...

The stands where the Italian fans of Ernst Happer Stadium were located spoke out. At this moment, every blue wave at Ernst Happer Stadium was Pavarotti, and I could sing a song of My Sun!

After receiving the pass from Aquilani to the south, he dribbled the ball wildly along the one-way road of Ernst Hapel Stadium and began to accelerate. In the high stands of Ernst Hapel Stadium, looking down, under the floodlight, in the heavy rain in Vienna, Austria, a blue lightning, a whirlwind of lightning, towards a bright red--
Chapter completed!