Chapter 125 World Champion!

All Portuguese fans cheered instantly.

Portugal came back from the death line, running, not crawling.

This means that both sides are back on the same starting line, and no one has an advantage anymore.

This is a huge reversal. The Chinese team no longer holds match point.

"Zhang Lin,"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"well!"

"The power of this ball is terrible,"

"But you can't blame him,"

"He tried his best, he also wanted to score, Patricio also fought very calmly, and now he can enter single death mode at any time..."

Zhang Lin looked up to the sky and screamed, wanting to cry but without tears. At this time, I really had no shame in seeing Mr. Jiangdong again.

Instantly cried.

Not out of the restricted area yet.

The road back to the central arc is too long.

Every step was as heavy as a mountain.

Before he could return to the center circle, Pepe had already taken steps away from him, majestic, high-spirited and confident.

Dong Fangzhuo came up to Zhang Lin and gave Zhang Lin a heavy hug.

"fine,"

"Trying my best,"

"Come, let's cheer Zeng Cheng together."

At this time, we can only resign ourselves to fate.

Zeng Cheng stood in front of the goal and Pepe came towards him.

This is the fifth penalty kick! The most important penalty.

The camera was always on them, and the eyes of the world were on them.

Portuguese fans were praying for Pepe. Many people dared not look at it, covered their eyes, or turned away. This may be the goal that determines the World Cup championship.

"Pepe must be under a lot of pressure,"

"Only he can take a fifth penalty."

The camera finally showed Ronaldo.

"Whether Cristiano Ronaldo can become the second football champion after Dong Fangzhuo depends on Pepe. He can't help with anything now."

"As Chinese fans, of course we hope Pepe can't shoot..."

At this time, Pepe was getting enough attention. He was so impatient that he even let the ball go for more than 20 seconds, five or six times in a row, and even stepped on the turf twice.

Zeng Cheng's eyes were always on the ball, and he didn't wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead. After Pepe moved back and opened up the running distance, he squatted down slightly.

beep,

The whistle still sounded urgently, urging Pepe to shoot the ball.

Pepe started slowly, changed his rhythm midway, and then accelerated towards the ball.

Snapped,

The right foot chose to hit the upper right corner of the goal.

With a whoosh, the ball flew towards the stands against the right goal post!

Didn't make it!

"Missed the shot!"

"Missed the shot!"

"Pepe missed the ball!"

"The God of Victory favors the Chinese team!"

"As long as Zhang Lin kicks the ball in later,

We will win the championship! "

At this moment, the Portuguese screamed and the Chinese went crazy.

In the stands, there was half joy and half despair.

Pepe, who was ashamed of his best friend Ronaldo, collapsed in front of the penalty spot, although the battle was not over yet.

People who support Portugal and Ronaldo are in extremely low mood.

At this time, Dong Fangzhuo's right hand and Fa Xiaofeng Xiaoting's right hand were tightly held together.

"Go ahead, it's just like the penalty kicks we took when we were kids, don't put any pressure on it."

"You know, we already have the Hercules Cup, haha, it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less, we will still have a chance in four years."

Feng Xiaoting smiled, not expecting that Dong Fangzhuo could still joke with him at this time.

"yes,"

"It was just a penalty."

"Don't worry, I can kick it in."

"You have to know that my penalty kicks are 100 percent scored."

Feng Xiaoting turned around resolutely and walked onto the battlefield that belonged only to him.

The wind is rustling and the water is cold...

He did recall the scene of kicking penalty kicks with Dong Fangzhuo when he was a child. At that time, it was just an ordinary game. But they all became the final winners.

At that time, Dong Fangzhuo also played first, and he was responsible for the last one.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, fate would become magical again.

He won't let Dong Fangzhuo down, that's what he thinks.

Patricio waved his arms quickly in front of the goal, trying to interfere with Feng Xiaoting from the beginning.

Feng Xiaoting still had a smile on his face and walked a little slowly.

He was really smiling.

Since I don't want to cry, I can only laugh.

Speaking of which, this decision is quite bold...

He placed the ball firmly on the penalty spot and then slowly retreated.

By this time, fans all over China had their hearts in their throats.

"Calm down, Feng Xiaoting."

"Don't mess around, hold the angle tighter."

"No duster,"

"Don't use too much force."

"don't want……"

"don't want……"

If Feng Xiaoting could avoid all this, it wouldn't be called a penalty kick! How could there be so many cautions and don'ts.

"It just depends on this ball. I hope there won't be another round!"

"As long as Feng Xiaoting can kick the ball in, the Chinese team will defend the World Cup title!"

"As a world-class central defender, his mental quality is very strong."

"Although we have never seen Feng Xiaoting take a penalty kick..."

When he said this, Huang Jianxiangxiang actually had no idea...

beep,

The whistle finally sounded.

Feng Xiaoting ran towards the ball and twisted.

Patricio could only block his luck again.

Betting on the lower left corner of the goal, his body is so stretched that as long as the ball comes towards him, he seems to be able to save it.

However, Feng Xiaoting made a joke with him, the biggest joke in his life.

He did not kick the ball towards the lower left corner of the goal, nor did he kick the ball towards the lower right corner of the goal, but towards the center of the goal.

The ball didn't have any arc, but flew straight into the center of the goal.

This is not a spoon, but a very simple and crude shot with almost no technical content.

The simple Feng Xiaoting just scored the simplest penalty kick.

Not flashy, not thrilling at all.

This may be a simple penalty kick in the World Cup.

Maybe only innocence can dare to play like this...

This is the secret of all his penalty kicks, it is simple.

The ball went in.

At this moment, there are only two colors in the world, one is joy and the other is sadness.

The air was quickly filled with these two smells, and they exploded in an instant.

In the end, the Chinese team won the penalty shootout 4:3, with a total score of 6:5, winning the 2018 Russian World Cup and also defending the World Cup title.

The moment the ball flew into the goal, there was only a roar in the world, and no other sounds could be heard.

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"Aha,"

"It worked again,"

"Old Dong!"

Feng Xiaoting quickly turned around and looked at the middle arc...

Dong Fangzhuo had already rushed to the front and rushed towards his hair...

"Feng Xiaoting!"

"Feng Xiaoting!"

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