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Shooting Volume 5    Red and Black Years    Chapter 60    Living.★(╰→),★…Our Football!!!

The game has reached the 27th minute of the extra game. Both sides are in a state... Both sides have started to make passes and catch mistakes due to excessive physical exhaustion... There are few people who are more beautiful than others...

The Italian and French fans in the stands used their last strength to roar in the big song. The songs were long and hovering in the sky tonight, revealing a vicissitudes and tragic atmosphere!!!

"No doubt!! This is the most exciting game of this World Cup. No one wants any team to be eliminated... They are real men. real men..." This is what Neutral TV is saying...

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Looking south, I felt the sweat slid down the groove of the mask and the smell of falling to the corner of my mouth. It was salty...

The entire stadium has fallen into complete passion and the fans of both sides are shouting the names of every player who touches the ball. Every move, every tackle, every step of the ball will inspire an instant explosion...

Passion...is the only melody!!!

Xiangnan felt the corners of his eyes were wet. This is Andre's football!!!

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Ribery turned around in place, took a breath, and was about to pass the ball. A figure passed by him. The Frenchman lowered his head and found that the ball was gone... Looking up, the blue 9 was chasing a black and white elf...

"Beautiful... Andre!!! Andre!!! You are the king of Italy!!!" Rossi was frantically...

Xiangnan's eyes focused. The black and white elf rolling happily on the green grass was where his soul was at this time!!

Nocturne...

The fans were completely crazy. They were crying and roaring wildly... The sound of their name towards the south was very long. They were trembling from the depths of their souls... with a scent of sadness...

In Turin, in Rome, in Sili... Countless men were shirtless, waving their fists, and making shouts... Now... No one in Italy sleeps peacefully...

Xiangnan felt that his lungs were about to be dried. He gasped heavily, letting the cold air in Johannesburg moisten his throat...

Xiangnan shook his ankle and the ball passed to Qiao's feet. Xiangnan quickly ran towards the penalty area...

Aru Diyala was like a hard man. She ran towards Jovenko without saying a word. On the outside, Vieira rushed southward...

Diyala used a fierce ball to knock down Jovenco with one shot. A free kick won by Italy.

The free kick was taken. Vieira was pushed southward and jumped high. The ball was pushed back. There, Giuseppe Rossi stretched out like a bloodthirsty venomous snake...

boom!!!

The entire First National Bank Stadium was in full swing!!!

But Loris is like a real Spider-Man. The Guardian's own lover... hit the ball with a single punch... Krish immediately headed the ball out of the sideline...

"Loris!!!Loris!!!He is France's patron saint!!! I love him!!! He is a great guy!!! The whole France is cheering for you. Good boy...I want to marry my daughter to him!!! I swear!!!" French commentator Petit roared excitedly on the commentary seat of the National Bank Stadium!

...In an apartment in Paris, a teenage French boy was waving his fists excitedly and suddenly stopped.|Another middle-aged man was stunned... One of these two people was Petit's grandson and the other was Petit's son-in-law...

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The ball was thrown out on the sideline. The ball towards the south dribbled along the sideline of the penalty area. Suddenly, a spike was shaken away at an angle. Without any hesitation, he swung his right foot and thrust violently into the middle of the ball...

"Look at you...!!!!!! Ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao a

The ball swooped towards the upper right corner of the goal with an exaggerated arc...

Everyone stood up...the eyes opened...the mouth made a muddy sound...

In Buenos Aires, Quedo-Ugo Moras half-bending from his wheelchair, waving his fists, turbid tears, along the rings of time, outline a stream...

"Jovenko throws the ball... Andre dribs the ball... Unparalleled genius... He breaks through... Krish is not his opponent... He is a genius... He drifts past Vieira... His apostle of God... Shooting... I hate the post... This Satan... Ann... Dere... Diego is still alive... Football continues..."

Awkward!!!

Xiangnan went crazy, hugged his head and let out a howl like a beast... The black mask looked like a devil's deity... The whole person was trembling extremely because of the extreme roar...

Just when Loris was powerless, the French team's right pillar was like a hideous devil, blocking the inevitable shot towards the south...

A loud sigh sounded over the First National Bank Stadium...it was like a wall of sighs...and the French fans looked at the blue No. 9 under the black mask with fear... What a terrible scene...

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Dudu!!!!!!!!!!!!

At this moment, the referee Faye sounded the whole game...10" game ended [...

Italy | 22 France!!!

Both sides are about to enter a cruel penalty shootout before they can rest!!!

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Xiangnan took over. The mineral water bottle handed over by Pesotti, assistant coach of the Italian national team. He took a small sip and then took a few seconds to drink two sips...

Lippi looked serious and held a notebook in his hand. He stood among the players. The player who was arranging a penalty kick...

Everyone has serious expressions and occasionally there is a sound of gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gully

"Who will punish the first one?" Pi asked.

When the team reaches the last moment, during the penalty shootout, the head coach usually asks the players for their own opinions... At this time | shooting skills are no longer important... The players' psychological quality is important...

"I'll punish the first one!!!" Pirlo raised his right arm...

Everyone looked at Pirlo, not surprised. In the 006 World Cup, in the final against France, Pirlo took the initiative to stand up and take the first penalty...

"Coach. I'll punish the fifth one!!!" Xiangnan put the mineral water bottle up and said... Black

Its cool color makes it look more aggressive...

…” Lippidian looked at the two of them with relief. In the penalty shootout, of course, the most stressful player was the first and fifth player to play...

At this point, Lippi is more than Donadonif's European Cup in 2008. The penalty kicker arranged by Donadoni (one of Tony Panucci) was stage frightened at a critical moment and dared not give a penalty kick. This caused. De Rossi, who had not arranged a penalty kick, could only volunteer to give De Rossi a penalty kick in the Champions League knockout match with Manchester United two months ago. The psychological shadow is still there. As a result, it can be imagined that Italy was once again shrouded in the shadow of penalty kicks...

That's why Lippi first solicits the players' own opinions. The penalty shootout test is actually the player's psychological quality. It has nothing to do with the quality of the skills...

"Who will take the penalty for the rest?" Lippi asked then, looking at his player with brown eyes.

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Soon, the place name and order of the penalty kick were determined-~

The first ball: Pirlo;

Second goal: Giuseppe Rossi;

The third ball: Qiao Wenke;

Fourth goal: Grosso;

The fifth goal: Andre…

At this time, on the other side, France, the ball list and order were also handed over to the referee-~

First goal: Ribery;

Second goal: Krish;

The third ball: Benzema;

Fourth goal: Mousa Sissoko;

The fifth goal: Aru Diyala;

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France's first free throw-~

Ribery assisted and shot. The ball shot at the top of the goal. Feng judged the right direction. But the ball was too fast... The ball entered the net!!!

The camera aimed at Domeneck's arms almost madly!!!

Penalties 10!!

The pressure hits Italy...

Pirlo stood at the free throw, his eyes looking at the referee from time to time. Then, he looked down at the ball under his feet, waiting for the whistle sound...

French national gate Los kept moving in front of the door...

The whistle sounded. Peel - run-up... swung his feet and shot into the middle... Loris was deceived. He rushed to the left...

Boom...

Italian fans cheered loudly. Xiangnan and his teammates put their shoulders on each other. Everyone let out a crazy roar...

Penalty: 1:1

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"Krichy's penalty kick passed Buffon. Now the French are leading... God bless Italy!!! Giuseppe Rossi!!! Rossi!! He stood at the free throw point... He started running. Will he score?...goal!!! The ball is here! 44! (point 22·...Long live Italy!!!"

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"Benzema... entered...Jian Luigi's fingertips touched... Unfortunately, he entered...45:23·...The pressure was placed on Qiao Wenke..."

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"Beautiful!!! Beautiful!!! 55!!!(point 3:3!) Qiao Wenke is good!!!"

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Rossi had already stood up from the commentator, put the microphone at his mouth, beside him. French commentator Petit was praying...

43!)…goal!!! The Virgin Mary favors France!!!” Pettite waved his arms frantically, and whispered to the headset microphone. It was like the chewing sound of a dinosaur...

Rosie angrily drew a circle in the air...

1" After...

"goal!!!goal!!!Mamo……………Grosso!! He is a warrior!! A fighter!! Beautiful Massimo!!6:6!!! Point 4:4!)"

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Four rounds have been carried out. Both players are surprisingly calm. The goddess of luck is also fair. In the first four rounds, eight players. All the masters hit...

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The fifth free thrower from the French team was Aru Diara. Diara stood at the penalty spot. His face turned pale. The Frenchman placed the ball at the penalty spot and pressed it hard. Everyone saw the moment Yala got up. Sweat beads fell... He was very nervous...

Buffon stared at Diyala with cold eyes... and kept jumping...

In the camera, all the French fans at the First National Bank Stadium were quietly holding their hands in front of their chests... Some fans had closed their eyes and dared not look... while Italian fans seemed to have forgotten to boo... The whole stadium was quiet and afraid...

The whistle of the referee Faye sounded...

Aru Diyala run-up-~

one…

Two steps...

Three steps...

|!!!

The ball shot into the middle!!

Buffon's first reaction was pounced on the right, but the second reaction was very fast. Diarra might have been too nervous and did not kick the free throw. Feng's left foot blocked...

"Spend it out!!! Screw it out!!! Gian Luigi!!! His hero!!! God!!! My heartbeat is already in my throat... Long live Italy... Andre!!! Dear you!!! Italy!!!" Rossi let out an excited roar at the microphone, ignoring the look that the French commentator beside him could kill people!!!

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Going south slowly towards the free throw point. Dozens of cameras from the entire First National Bank Stadium aimed at him from a full-scale perspective!!!

Xiangnan raised his head. The black mask emitted a cold atmosphere that was almost ice-diamond under the lights... Under the mask, he looked at Loris directly. French national goal. There was a bone-broken cold in his heart... Loris, who had been scored twice in the game, even felt his blood solidified... The muscles were sore...

Xiangnan picked up the ball and kissed it hard... Then he nailed the penalty spot with his shoes and touched the green grass with his left hand... gently put the ball down!!!

Lift your head!!!

On the big screen of the First National Bank Stadium, about 200 million fans' eyes, a close-up of a man wearing a black mask appeared in his eyes... No one could guess the face of the sunshine behind the mask. What kind of expression was like at this moment... At this moment, looking south... like a god of death... The night wind in Johannesburg made his hair messy and sweat penetrated his forehead...

Behind Xiangnan, the Italian players, put their shoulders on each other, and everyone was praying... The French players not far away were also praying. Aru Dia, who had just lost the penalty, knelt on the turf, put his hands on his chest, and made his last prayer piously...

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Xiangnan felt that his blood was about to burst out from his blood vessels at this moment... He forced himself to calm down!!!

Xiangnan's mouth squirmed...

"This is my world...my World Cup...my...soccer...bass!!!"

My heart is trembling!!!

My love is burning!!

My life. I am the ball. My dream!!!

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"Andre!!!Don't you!!!"

At that time... in the distant ancient country of the East... many corners of the world... such prayers, with tremolo... make sad arias... conversion from the depths of the soul... dreams of football... ah ah ah ah!!!

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The whistle sounded!!!

Start running south-~

step……

Two steps...

Three steps...

Swing your right foot!!!

Exercise your calf!!!

He violently hit the lower part of the ball!!!

The ball made a violent "sound!!!

Like a white meteor!!!

With the passion like fire!!!

Fly towards the upper left corner of the goal!!!

The power of shooting is so great that only a white light flashes on the TV... In the camera, you can even see that the ball was almost deformed when it was pulled out...

Can this ball be held?!!!

The French whine deep in the spirit… “…stars…people…shot…a…a…a…”

The Apennine Peninsula held its breath at this moment... "An... De... Lie..."...

Loris was like a super rat. He rushed towards the upper left corner... The keen kangaroo judged the right direction!!!

But!!!

Did he snatch it?!!!

*Ahhhh!!!

No!!!

The omnipotent Dere!!!

The omnipotent Andre's shot!!!

No one can stop you!!

This amazing guy!!

This talented guy!!!

We love him so much!!

Trust him!!!

Be proud of him!!!

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"Go in...go...!!!...earth...life... cup...!!!!"

The ball quickly smashed into the ball net. A huge cloud was burning like a meteor!!!!

"g-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-a-a-a-a-l...And...Dere...Re...!!!7:6(point 54!!!) Great Andre!!! Great Italy!!! Long live Italy!!! King of Italy!!! Green Penalty Stadium. We are here!! Italy is here Andre is here!!! Please cheer for a young man named Andre!!!Andre!!!And...Dere...Re...!!g-o-o-o-o-o-a-l...Italy...Da...Li..." Rossi was completely crazy... completely crazy...waving his arms to the fullest...

The whole stadium was in full bloom!!!

The Italian players rushed into the stadium like crazy children...

Someone is crying...

Someone was yelling...

Someone is jumping around crazy...

In the stadium!!

Xiangnan stood in front of the goal like that, holding his arms high!!!

Toward the sky...

Awkward!!!!!!

What a crazy roar!!!

He is like a statue of steel...a black ground mask!!! a cool mask!!! a fiery chest!!! Boiling blood!!!

Great...football!!!………………………Immortal passion!!!

The statue was pushed down!!

Countless people rushed over!!!

Ha ha ha ha!!!

Ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao a

Crazy!!!

crazy!!!!

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Boom!!

The First National Bank Stadium, which had been silent for a second...erupted!!!

There was a complete thunderous applause...the movement spread rapidly...the outside the court...the Apennine Peninsula thousands of miles away...the spread to every corner of the world...

Applause... accompanied by tears!!!

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The French were completely broken... Some people kneeled on the turf. There were... Some people looked at the night sky in Johannesburg... as if they were looking for the answer... Silent tears wet the cheeks of these men...

Gurkuf cried so hard... beside him. Ben Alpha, who had no chance to play in this game, fell on the turf and was next to him. Ribery was holding back tears...

For the French, everything is over... Maybe there is a comforting third place... but... everyone yearns for... that supreme glory... the dream of football...

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Xiangnan finally couldn't suppress his excitement... took off his mask...

There are tears on my face!!!

The eyes are red and swollen!!!

A whimper in his throat...

At this moment...number of people accompany their idol...

Tears!!!

Tears of joy... Andre... no need for tears!!!

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In Buenos Aires, Victor Ugo Morales was almost sticking to the TV... Tears flowed down the years... The howling of the old man made a sad voice...

"An...de...rey...!!! His shot is like the brilliance of the sun!!!An...de...rey...unparalleled genius...sacred God!!!!!...living football!!!...digo Maradona! Pity me! Forgive me! Maradona created a great game!! The universe!!!.........Italy cheers...Argentina...Italy..."

No one knows this old man who is accomplicated and even talks nonsense... But there are countless people on this planet who love football... vital football... we love you so much... we are crazy for you... we shed tears for you...

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