Chapter 85 Preemptive Strike

Pogba was still writhing in pain and wailing. The game had just begun, but his forehead was covered with sweat, which was obviously caused by pain.

"Ouch,"

"Ouch,"

"Ouch,"

Tossing and turning like a limp dog. The referee finally approached Zheng Zhi and showed him a yellow card.

There were boos at the scene, which came from Chinese fans.

"Paralysis, does it hurt that much?"

"I feel like this guy was just faking it. It wasn't a violent collision, so he couldn't have been injured. He just wanted Zheng Zhi to get a yellow card."

"This is really troublesome. He got a yellow card at the beginning. Can Zheng Zhi still let go and kick?"

"Look, look, let me tell you, after Zheng Zhi got the yellow card, this guy got up immediately. He really has no football skills. But if this guy is not bad, he won't be called Pogba! "

"Damn it, he should just get injured and get off the field. Zheng Zhi is worthy of the yellow card. Let him become another Cisse."

…

The French team had a free kick opportunity in the frontcourt, but it was too far away from the goal. The ball was distributed to the right wing. Griezmann ran very actively. He lightly poked the ball with his right toe and tried to take the ball directly past Wang Gang.

But he underestimated Wang Gang's speed. Wang Gang adjusted from right back to left back. Not everyone can do it. With his speed and height, he blocked Griezmann with a beautiful diagonal step. Behind him, Griezmann seemed to have hit an unshakable wall, and his whole body was bounced back. Wang Gang calmly knocked the ball horizontally to the feet of Feng Xiaoting who came to respond.

At this time, Zheng Zhi had come back and got the ball again. After turning around, he immediately pushed the ball to Hao Junmin on the right and followed suit. Hao Junmin did not dare to take the ball to Kanter, so he knocked it back to Zheng Zhi. Zheng Zhi swept the ball with his right foot and accurately kicked the ball to Feng Jin with a low ball from the inside of his instep.

Feng Jin took a small step and immediately moved the ball to the outside, and then continued to accelerate forward. Facing Tolisso, Feng Jin chose to go it alone this time.

The continuous shaking of the ball made Tolisso dare not take a shot, and instead frequently retreated. However, this frequency of retreat played into Feng Jin's heart. Feng Jin once again pushed Qiu to the sideline with his right foot, and then rushed with his left foot!

He has absolute confidence in his speed! However, although Tolisso was half a beat slower, he still turned around and caught up with Feng Jin in front of him. However, Feng Jin did not give him even a little time to adjust comfortably. After taking a step forward with his right foot, his left The heel of his foot secretly knocked behind him, and the person followed Wang Zhong Road and changed direction!

Tolisso's eyes almost fell to the turf.

Damn it, this breakthrough was so coquettish that Tolisso couldn't react at all.

"Feng Jin!"

Dong Fangzhuo strode forward, followed by Pogba and Kanter again. Kanter was faster and took a small detour to reach Dong Fangzhuo. He took the lead and poked the ball.

However, Dong Fangzhuo seemed to have expected it. He braked suddenly with his right foot, then pushed hard to the left. His whole body moved more than two meters to the left. The moment Kanter caught up with the ball, Dong Fangzhuo also blocked Kanter. the way to go.

Huh!

Kanter didn't expect Dong Fangzhuo to be able to catch up again. This was really something he didn't expect. Kanter had no choice but to dunk back in an attempt to get rid of the extremely fast Dong Fangzhuo.

But who would have expected that with a squeak, Dong Fangzhuo stopped again, but stepped on the brake with his left foot and reversed his direction to attack.

Kante really panicked, almost falling on the turf and passing the ball back to Varane.

Varane really didn't expect that Kante would be in such a embarrassing situation. Although Kante is a defensive midfielder, he is always very stable when he gets the ball. At this time, he was forced by Dong Fangzhuo. He was so embarrassed that he almost lost the ball.

What made Varane very distressed was that Kanter's return pass was too weak. Varane, who rushed out, saw Wu Sanshi rushing towards the ball at the same time. Although the legs are much longer than Musanseki's, they are not as fast as Musanseki.

With a whoosh, Wu Sanshi poked the ball first and passed by Varane like a phantom.

"pretty!"

"Three stones!"

The other defender who passed over Umtiti reacted even slower. He is not a speed type. Now that Wu Sanshi is coming at a high speed, all he can do is keep the front.

Unexpectedly, Wu Sanshi went to the right again and killed him instantly. However, the force of the ball was also greater, and it almost rushed out of the right sideline of the penalty area. Wu Sanshi buckled his right foot and adjusted one more step. Umtiti readjusted his body and blocked Wu Sanshi's way to the penalty area from the side.

"Three stones!"

Dong Fangzhuo roared and collided with Pogba's shoulder while running, but the two could not tell the winner.

Wu Sanshi immediately passed back an inverted triangle and passed the ball to Zheng Zhi.

dream!

Although Pogba was half a body slower, he quickly fell to the turf and slid on the turf. Instead, his two long legs got past Zheng Zhi and kicked the ball one step ahead.

"Ouch~"

No one thought that Pogba could be so brave, risk his life, and gamble so much! Dong Fangzhuo was still a step too slow and did not touch the ball. Varane kicked the ball out with a big kick.

This attack of the Chinese team is really dangerous and terrifying.

The ball flew high in the air and landed in the backcourt of the Chinese team. The 38-year-old Zheng Zhi jumped up in the air, stopped the ball firmly with his chest, and crossed the arc of the center circle with a strong step.

At this time, only Kanter could rush out and block the block, but he didn't. His first reaction was to run to Dong Fangzhuo and surround him with Pogba.

ah?

Zheng Zhi was greatly surprised and once again used his speed to dribble the ball towards the French team's penalty area.

It could only be that Tolisso rushed over from the side, but Zheng Zhi seemed to be 20 years younger at this time. He gritted his teeth and increased his speed to the extreme, and quickly rushed to a place more than ten meters outside the penalty area.

When he looked up again, it was still empty. The French were too generous to him.

"Seal him quickly!"

Deschamps finally couldn't help shouting on the sidelines, but he also arranged the tactics. What can he do? Pavard had to pick up the slack because Tolisso was too slow.

Um,

At this time, Zheng Zhi was waiting for Tolisso to rush forward, and he finally waited for the opportunity to pass the ball.

clatter,

Give a gentle push with the arch of your right foot.

The ball flew past the left side of Tolisso's body against the turf.

Feng Jin quickly stepped in and swept the ball directly into the French team's penalty area with his left foot.

Half high ball!

At the same time, Wu Sanshi quickly outflanked Umtiti.

Umtiti looked confused. It was too late to lift his long legs. His right hand was not as fast as his right hand. Maybe he got the true inheritance from his senior Henry. With a cool slap with his right palm, the ball suddenly stopped.

Umtiti was still thinking about quickly putting his hand back, but the whistle sounded.

There was a beep.

The referee immediately pointed to the penalty spot.

"Penalty kick!"

"Penalty kick!"