Suddenly, a blue figure flashed out from the crowd, like a ghost...
The ball landed in a bad position, almost out of the baseline, and it was about to become a baseline ball for the Danes.
Chenlong
He flew up
Shake head again
Only this time, it’s a goal attack!
Yes, swing your head at zero angle to attack the goal!
The ball drew a perfect arc and flew towards the goal.
No one reacted faster than him. As soon as the goalkeeper tackled the ball, the defenders were still watching. Only Chen Long rose into the air and hit the ball.
This... is what makes him different from ordinary people
Don't waste any energy, don't waste any opportunity
The ball flew very straight, almost from the center of the goal.
Everyone is speechless
Only the small Italian crowd in the fans' stands screamed
And Italy on the court rushed towards Chen Long’s teammates
And the coaches and teammates who just hugged each other on the bench and on the bench.
Of course, there is Ariel standing in front of the Danish coach's bench...
She just opened her mouth and clenched her fists
Finally, it’s Swift and the audience in front of the TV
Damn it! This kid still got the ball in! Bendtner looked depressed, spat on the turf, and said fiercely
I originally thought that the three-person double team would prevent him from taking off, but he still took advantage of the opportunity and pushed the ball out. It was not over yet. This kid reacted so quickly and even hit it a second time...
..
Chopper is the happiest
Chen Long worked hard to grab the ball and passed it to him, but he kicked the ball onto the goal post. Fortunately, his senior brother finally made it up, otherwise he might have become a sinner for the ages.
So he happily jumped on Chen Long's back and almost pushed Chen Long to the ground.
"Don't crush me to death, your footwork is so stinky, are you kicking my hair?" Chenlong staggered forward and made some sarcastic remarks.
He is the only one who dares to say that Chopper's footwork is bad.
Chopper was also depressed, and climbed down from him with a smile. But he knew that pressing this guy would consume a lot of energy.
Near the end of the half, the Italians managed to equalize the score.
A very casual blow
The game was almost over, and no one was interested in playing. It was as if both sides had agreed. The next few minutes were spent in the backcourt.
The referee also wisely blew the whistle for the game in advance.
Italy, with one less player, has maintained the same score so far, which can be very satisfying.
But Bendtner is not in such a good mood anymore
After the game, he actually called the three defenders who were guarding Chen Long over and started talking a lot, presumably to blame his teammates.
Chenlong stood far away and couldn't help but shook his head.
Is there any use in scolding teammates? It's counterproductive, hehe! The second half was even more miserable. Chenlong walked back slowly, as if waiting for Bendtner to come over.
And Bendtner also quickened his pace, seeming to want to catch up with Chen Long.
After a while, the two sides were walking almost shoulder to shoulder.
"I heard...if you win, you can get engaged to Ariel?"
Chenlong spoke first, asking straight to the point, but his eyes were fixed on Ariel who still didn't leave on the coaching bench.
"Well, you will lose this game." Bendtner was also simple, no nonsense.
Why did he have such a high chance of winning? It was simply a fool's dream! Chen Long stopped and did not continue walking forward. He looked at Bendtner's tall Beiying walking away from him and thought suspiciously in his heart.
Is it possible that this guy is going to use some dirty tricks in the second half?!
Why are you going back to the locker room? I'm not going back. I'm going to fall in love with Swift! Chenlong adjusted his direction and walked in the direction of Swift.
Crossed the railing and sat next to Swift
It was a cold day, he was wearing big pants, and he just sat down and there were Italian fans around him.
Where have you ever seen Chen Long act so straightforwardly? He actually came to have a relationship during the intermission, and his actions were quite intimate, just barely a fight.
The Italian fans were inspired by this, and I don’t know who took the lead. They actually sang the Italian national anthem. After singing the national anthem, they were still not satisfied because someone started humming Swift’s music.
The fans' atmosphere was suddenly ignited
At this moment, someone came over from the stadium with a microphone!
What does this mean? The microphone was handed to Swift
Is this for Swift to sing a song live?
Swift took the microphone graciously and laughed.
hankyou. I feel a little excited. I didn’t expect that on a day like this, someone would take the initiative to invite me to sing.
She was addicted to singing, and after she had settled her thoughts, she actually opened her mouth and started singing.
Huh! You guys are talking about love right there! Ariel in the distance couldn’t help but stamp her feet and secretly hid in the coaching bench.
Where did Chenlong notice this?
Standing next to Swift, smiling shyly
Swift's impromptu performance set off the stadium, and even the Danish fans were attracted
Such a grand occasion is naturally joyful
It was just a football match, and there was a concert in the middle? Who could not be happy?
This kind of treatment can only appear at the opening ceremony of the European Cup or the World Cup!
The cameras of the football live broadcast are all looking this way at this time.
Chenlong had to sit down secretly
It's too high-profile, not good... I really don't know what the news media will write after this game.
Swift sang very happily, singing five songs in a row, filling the fifteen minutes so much that even the players in the locker room couldn't help but run out a few minutes early to stop and watch.
Having a celebrity girlfriend is also a headache! Chenlong thought in his heart
For some reason, he actually thought of Beckham
It seems that I will have to learn from Lao Bei’s experience in the future...
The intermission was spent in this relaxed and pleasant atmosphere
Swift's song finally came to an end, and Chen Long also jumped into the fans' seats.
The battle is about to begin again
It’s time to send the Danes home!
Just now, a corner of his clothes was torn by the Danish defender, so he first walked to the coaching bench, changed into a new uniform, and then walked to Prandelli's side
"At the beginning of the second half, I'm going to attack hard and stop them from jumping around. Do you think it's feasible?"
Huo~huo~, Prandelli's mouth turned into an O shape. What he wanted was Chenlong's attitude.
As long as Chenlong scores a goal, everything will be easy!
You're going to transform, I can't wait to do it! What else can you do? Prandelli seemed to have taken a reassurance. Just now, he saw that Chen Long didn't enter the locker room, and he didn't even have a chance to communicate. Now it's better, he himself
Asking for a fight is naturally the best thing to do
Prandelli stretched out three fingers
"Three! Is that okay?"
Three?! Yes, three goals. Prandelli’s three fingers stretched out to tell Chen Long to score three goals.
Um... You think so highly of me. I originally just wanted to score two goals. Chen Long had a cold sweat on his face. He didn't expect Prandelli to have such high demands on himself. This is not playing basketball. Boss, three
The ball is easier said than done. That perverted defensive player is following too closely.
"That guard is not easy to deal with. I need help. I don't want to waste my energy." Chenlong pointed to the distance and said seriously.
"Well, I've also noticed this. I'll find someone to help you and kill him!" When Prandelli said this, his face was very cold.
Get rid of him! How to get rid of him! Prandelli rarely says such harsh words
"Forehead....."
Prandelli waved to Marchisio
Marchisio ran over in a hurry.
"Boss, what's the matter?"
"Well, there is a mission, kill that No. 13, and then it's best not to end with honor..."
Um...are you trying to get me to commit a foul? His eyes turned again and again, trying to figure out what Prandelli meant, and finally nodded.
He naturally knew that No. 13 was the birdman who followed Chen Long. Prandelli said he wanted to kill him, so he naturally wanted to clear the way for Chen Long.
"What time period is better?" Marchisio's mind is very flexible. After he figured it out, he then thought about the issue of time. Because Chen Long is not always on the court, the time must be arranged. Chen Long chose the thirty-seventh minute.
Just came on stage, there is already a trace of articles in it
"Kill him as soon as he comes on stage!" Prandelli's words were crisp and decisive.
Um...Marchisio was stunned for a moment and nodded again.
"good"
This was an arduous task. He had to kill No. 13, and he had to end with an honorable end. Why did he have to shoulder this task? He drooped his head and thought about how to complete the task as he walked.
"Brother Xiaoma, wait a minute." Chenlong quickly caught up behind him.
Marchisio slowed down and waited for him to come forward
"how?"
"Hehe, if I don't tell you, how can we kill No. 13 in a while? This requires precise cooperation between the two of us." Chen Long had a smirk on his face, his mind full of ideas.
"Hmm? What's your idea?" Marchisio's face came over.
Chenlong chattered for a while, and Marchisio nodded understandingly, with a smile on his face.
"Okay! When the time comes, Thirteen will kill you directly, and then the number will be ten versus ten. Your move is too cruel..."
While holding Chen Long's shoulders, he walked towards the court.
Looking at the backs of these two people, they look like a pair of gay friends...
The score of 2 to 2 started the second half. Although the Italians were fighting with one less person, at least they did not show any disappointment on their faces. Instead, they seemed somewhat confident.
Bendtner, who was leading the team on the other side, no longer had the anxiety before the end of the game, and had a cunning look on his face, as if he really had some conspiracy.
Both sides stood ready, waiting for the referee's whistle to sound
