"Why don't you look at the Spaniards in a hurry?"
After the game restarted, Duan Xuan watched for a few minutes and suddenly asked in confusion.
"The European champions have a very stable mentality." Zhang Lu said calmly: "In the eyes of European teams, our Chinese team, South Korea, and Japan are all second-rate, and there is an absolute gap in strength with them. You won't
Because they are scared if they are punched first by a child, this is their mentality."
"To put it this way, Xiao Wang'er has to keep working hard."
Before he finished speaking, the "Little Wang'er" on the court seemed to hear the voices of Duan Xuan and the fans across the country. It was an ordinary cross from the wing, and it came from Zhu Ting, who was about to be entangled by Harvey.
Delaying the Spanish team's rhythm when conceding the ball.
The ball landed on the right side of the penalty area. At this time, Ramos and Pique were guarding Wang Ai one after another. Seeing that the ball was fluttering with little power, the two of them had a tacit understanding of the division of labor, and Pique blocked it with his back.
Wang Ai grabbed the spot, and Ramos half turned around to watch the confrontation between the two, while preparing to jump up and push the ball out of the penalty area.
The big-bodied Pique is very powerful. Wang Ai has fought against him several times before. Although he can knock him around, he can't KO because the referee doesn't allow it. So this time Wang Ai played a trick, first squeezing Pique hard and knocking him down.
After all his strength was drawn out, he suddenly relaxed!
Pique took a step back to stabilize his center of gravity, and Wang Ai had already moved forward.
Ramos moved laterally and signaled Casillas to come out and get the ball. Pique forced his center of gravity and grabbed the jersey on Wang Ai's back.
The ball then fell.
Under the obstruction of Ramos and the pull of Pique, Wang Ai forced to take off. This time he did not hold back and used all his strength. Ramos took off again and it was too late. Casilla rushed to the third
Si stopped urgently and watched Wang Ai's touch of the ball with a nervous expression.
Ramos, Wang Ai, and Pique were squeezed together like a sandwich. Wang Ai was like an irregular piece of meat in the middle of the sandwich. Although he was in front, he had almost no room to move back and forth, not even his upper body.
.And Zhu Ting's ball was slow and light, and "Shengxi" in front was ready again.
In the flash of lightning, Wang Ai swung left and right. When the football landed on Wang Ai's forehead, Wang Ai's head was driven by his waist and upper body from the right side to the middle.
It seemed that Wang Ai was swinging his head to attack the goal and push the ball back. However, the goal was not to the left of Wang Ai, but directly in front of him.
"Alas!" A sigh came out of Zhang Lu's chest and settled in his mouth.
I saw the football drawing a strange route in the air, in front of Wang Ai's forehead, above Ramos' face, starting at a 45-degree angle and 10 meters away from the near post, and flying in a direction away from the far post.
.But it turned mid-flight!
The magical football flew out from the forehead of the world's best football player, passed over the head of Ramos, the best central defender, and in front of Casillas, the best goalkeeper. The cunning ball seemed to be suddenly blown by the wind and fell.
Entering the far corner.
Different from the cheers of the fans inside and outside the TV, Duan Xuan and Zhang Lu remained silent for 3 seconds, and then Duan Xuan cheered belatedly, while Zhang Lu kept breathing, which he had been holding back just now.
After scoring the goal, Wang Ai broke away from the pinch of the two strong men at the front and back. He stood there and laughed twice, pointing at the red flag fluttering in the stands and giving two thumbs up. Just now he occasionally glanced at the third goal.
I saw the Chinese couple on the sideline screen of a goal.
At this time, the replay on the TV came, and Duan Xuan's question also came: "Director Zhang, why do I suddenly feel that this ball is a bit strange? Look at Xiao Wanger's movement, why is it uncoordinated, and, eh?
Why did this ball turn in the middle? Just now we were in a long shot, and now this is a close shot, multiple angles, this, the baseline angle...it really turned! This, is this a curve ball, right? Use your head?"
"Alas!" Zhang Lu sighed heavily: "I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it."
"What? What Director Zhang?"
"I didn't expect to see such a clear and beautiful header curve ball for the second time. The last one was Bierhoff. I explained that game." Zhang Lu had mixed feelings: "I once thought that
That was the swan song. I didn’t expect that 11 years later, I would see it in the stars of our Chinese team. In 1998, Wang Aigang was admitted to college in 1998, right? He was only 12 years old?"
With the replay on the big screen on the sidelines, the players from both sides who were already doubtful saw it clearly.
"Oh shit!" In front of the Chinese team's bench, the bald Bai Guanghai spat out a curse word.
Gao Lin took Bai Guanghai's arm and pointed at the big screen: "Brother Bai, Brother Bai, Brother Bai..."
"Brother, what the hell! Is this a fucking human?" Bai Guanghai waved his arms: "He's not afraid of a stiff neck anymore? This is a hard move!"
"Brother Bai... No, Brother Bai, please explain."
"It's still Bai Gan!" Bai Guanghai calmed down at this time, looking at Gao Lin, Dong Fangzhuo, Mao Jianqing, and even Gao Hongbo in front of him with a slight smile, and rubbed his forehead: "I am Bierhoff.
I have done some research and found that when the ball came in, it rotated clockwise. He was at the same angle as Xiao Wang, and no one was guarding him. He used his head to add force. The ball came back at a higher speed. During this time, his head may have swayed a little.
, added a little bit or did not prevent the rotation, so that’s why he had that arcing header. But, damn Xiao Wang’er is not doing it this time!”
"Who is that? Old Ma, show me the camera." Ma Dong happily ran over and handed over the camera. Old Bai fiddled with the playback: "Look, Zhu Ting's ball is so high and floating.
Where is the rotation? No. So this rotation was created by your boss using his forehead, do you understand? He used his head, the skin of his brain, as his mother's sneakers!"
As he spoke, Lao Bai's eyes widened, he shook his head from side to side, and patted his forehead: "Just rubbing it, rubbing it like this, a movement that was originally going back and forth at 0 degrees, but he hit it at 90 degrees.
Damn it, it’s the first time I’ve seen this kind of lion shaking its head! Look at Casillas, he’s still stunned now, who the hell would have thought of this?”
"Let me take a look?" Li Bing walked up.
Lao Bai muttered and went back, sitting on the chair with his head in his hands, feeling that his career was a failure!
Li Bing looked at it again and again: "It's not all a collision. He still has to push forward. Otherwise, the ball speed would be too slow and the goalkeeper would catch it as soon as he reaches out."
Fan Zhiyi also came over to take a look: "Well, the two players in front and behind are too tightly squeezed, and they are forced to do nothing. If you want to score this goal, you really have to do it like this. Otherwise, you can directly push back. The force is too small and there is almost no threat.
"
"Okay, let's talk about it after the game." Lao Gao coaxed everyone away.
The Chinese team fell silent, but the sensation of this goal was still echoing on TV sets in various countries.
