Chapter 123 There Is No Possibility of Being a Coward

"I kick the first one."

Dong Fangzhuo firmly listed himself as the first candidate to take penalty kicks. There is no need to think about it. His penalty kicks are hit every time. He does not take the penalty. Whoever takes the penalty, just like the opposite side, Ronaldo must be the first. .

In the European Cup semi-final penalty shootout in 2012, because Ronaldo did not stand up first, but chose to play fifth. As a result, in the penalty shootout with Spain, he almost didn't even take a penalty kick. Because the first four rounds are over, Ronaldo was ridiculed by Messi fans for this reason, saying that he did not dare to take a penalty kick. In fact, it was Ronaldo who wanted to take the last penalty and resist all the pressure.

As for who will play second, he is a little uncertain. Feng Xiaoting, Zhang Lin, Yang Liyu, and Huang Bowen still had to consider who would punish the last one. The last one was even more stressful than the first one.

"Let me do it," Yang Liyu volunteered, looking full of confidence. The second penalty is relatively light, but he is courageous enough to take the initiative at his age.

"Okay, that's you."

"Feng Xiaoting, you kick the last one."

Dong Fangzhuo suddenly looked at Feng Xiaoting. Feng Xiaoting can be said to be his closest comrade-in-arms, and there is nothing wrong with entrusting him with the most difficult tasks. Of course, if Feng Xiaoting fails to score, Feng Xiaoting will also bear great consequences. Of course, Dong Fangzhuo told him to play, and Dong Fangzhuo is the most responsible.

In this case, the arrangement of the third and fourth is much simpler.

"Huang Bowen, you kick the third one."

"Zhang Lin, you kick the fourth one."

In this way, Dong Fangzhuo arranged the order. Other teammates started to walk towards the center circle arc, Feng Renliang was supported by his teammates and walked over, forming a row in the center circle arc.

Dong Fangzhuo walked up to Li Xuepeng, "If you need a sixth one, it's you."

"You are the seventh," he pointed at Wang Gang.

"..."

...

Although it is rare to kick a penalty kick to the tenth round, Dong Fangzhuo confirmed it with everyone.

Portugal is a bit slower, and Santos is still picking.

The first one must be Ronaldo, the second one looks like seat B, and then three players followed Ronaldo's pace, namely Pepe, Mario and seat a.

It seems that the group of five is also confirmed.

After confirming the order of free throws, the referee called Ronaldo and Dong Fangzhuo together. Obviously there was a coin toss to decide who would take the free throw first, and Portugal took the penalty.

"We can see now that Zeng Cheng is going to the goal kick, Portugal will take the penalty kick first, and Ronaldo is the first."

"C Ronaldo rarely misses penalty kicks. Is there any hope for Zeng Cheng to save them?"

"In the arc of the middle circle, the players on both sides lined up in two rows, and they were tightly connected together. But on the Portuguese side, Fonte turned behind."

"There are no players like this on the Chinese team, but on the bench, Wei Shihao has already hid, and he didn't dare to watch the penalty shootout."

"Zeng Cheng has already stood on the goal line, he tried to wave his arms to interfere with Ronaldo,"

The eyes of fans all over the world are now on Ronaldo.

beep

Ronaldo wiped off the sweat from his face and took a deep breath before running. Obviously, his pressure was also quite huge. Even the top three stars in the world, he felt tremendous pressure.

In the end, he chose to push the lower right corner of the goal, and Zeng Cheng threw himself in the opposite direction. The speed of the ball is not very fast, but the angle is extremely tricky, even if Zeng Cheng throws in the right direction, the probability of saving is almost zero.

drink! Ronaldo waved his right fist fiercely, instantly releasing the pressure on his body.

"It's a pity that Zeng Cheng didn't judge the opponent's direction. Portugal temporarily leads 1-0 in the penalty shootout."

"It doesn't matter, we have Dong Fangzhuo. Dong Fangzhuo's penalty kick is not a sure thing, but a 100% hit. At least in the first round, we are very calm!"

When C Luo passed by Dong Fangzhuo, he gave Dong Fangzhuo a meaningful look.

Dong Fangzhuo ignored him and went straight to the penalty spot. He didn't have so many actions and thoughts like Ronaldo. As soon as the whistle sounded, he kicked the ball into the upper right corner of the goal!

"1:1."

"The pressure is still left to the respective teammates. After the victory is decided, there are four penalty kicks."

When passing by Zeng Cheng, Dong Fangzhuo gently hugged Zeng Cheng.

"come on!"

At this time, no one can help Zeng Cheng, only Zeng Cheng can rely on himself.

Zeng Cheng once again stood in front of the goal, this time facing Manchester City midfielder seat B.

When the whistle sounded, Seat B, like Dong Fangzhuo, also chose the upper right corner of the goal. Zeng Cheng made the right jump this time, but he was too far away from the ball!

2:1, Portugal once again led the Chinese team.

Another huge cheer from the Portuguese fans. Such a voice entered Yang Liyu's ears, making his breathing rough. Taking a step forward, he felt as if his legs were dragging something weighing hundreds of catties. Suddenly, he regretted that he took the initiative to apply for a penalty kick.

But at this time, there is no possibility of being a coward!

Isn't it just a penalty kick?

Like his predecessors, he habitually spit on the turf, and then bravely walked into the penalty area.

He never looked at the Portuguese goalkeeper, and after putting the ball on the penalty spot, he pulled back the run-up distance.

"Hey, rookie, look over here!"

Patricio was provoking him.

"Look here, you're scared."

"You don't even dare to look at the goal, give up, you can't."

"You will kick this penalty!"

Patricio continued to stimulate Yang Liyu with words.

Pooh,

Yang Liyu spat again, almost spat at the referee's feet...

beep,

The whistle still sounded, and Yang Liyu quickly started on the spot and rushed to the ball.

With a bang, the ball was drawn with his right foot.

The ball goes straight to the middle of the goal! There are no angles at all.

And Patricio has already flown to the left, he was deceived, although Yang Liyu's shot is really not of any standard.

"Yang Liyu!"

"He put the ball right in the middle of the goal!"

"2:2!"

"His courage is commendable! Few people dare to stand in front of the penalty spot in the World Cup final at this age. Look at Wei Shihao, he is hiding on the bench now, and he has never dared to watch..."

After scoring the goal, Yang Liyu ran to Patricio and wrote a sentence in English.

"See! Can I score your goal?"

"Rookie!"

"Just wait and cry!"

Yang Liyu can also play psychological warfare, with both index fingers hanging on his face, mocking Patricio. This is also to help the teammates who come up from behind to relieve pressure, and at the same time put pressure on Patricio.

"Now, it's time to watch the third round. Portugal is up to Mario."