Chapter 762 There Is a Way to Heaven, but No Door to Hell!

"There was no angle, just domineering strength. Manninger surrendered directly. The strange thing is that it was not Buffon who stood in front of the goal, but Manninger. But Buffon was injured. He couldn't stand on the goal with one hand. Go forward. But I think even if Buffon is standing in front of the goal, he may not be able to block the ball. The flight path of Dong Fangzhuo's elevator ball is too weird, like a ghost possessing him. He may have a slight spark before the goalkeeper touches the ball. If it's deflected, the goalkeeper's save might not be accurate. I think that was the case with Manninger."

"The 15th league goal!"

"He still leads the scorer list. Milito, who ranks second, only has 13 goals. Di Vayo ranks third, scoring 12 goals. Even after three rounds of league rest, he is still the king. I wonder if you are convinced."

"Meazza Stadium has become a sea of ​​joy. The Juventus fans who came from 145 kilometers away were silent. They are usually used to Del Piero scoring with free kicks, but today they can only watch Dong Fangzhuo score. The feeling in their hearts is It definitely doesn’t taste good.”

The camera immediately panned in front of Juventus coach Claudio Ranieri. The tinker's face was as gloomy as a dark cloud, and he stood on the command seat with a bulging voice, as if he was holding back his breath but had nowhere to go. vent……

There is no big problem with Juventus' defense. They have played very steadily from the beginning to the present, but in front of free kicks, no matter how good the defense is, it is useless. They directly penetrated the defense of 11 people.

Juventus had to accept the fact that they were lagging behind by 0:1.

Sissoko seemed to realize what a stupid thing he had done, and he should not have given Dong Fangzhuo such an opportunity. Before the game, Ranieri had specifically told him not to foul near the penalty area, but he forgot about it when he got on the court. Besides, the situation on the football field changes rapidly, and you don’t have much time to decide whether you are about to commit a foul. Sometimes, it is purely subconscious to take a shot...

"1osai, perungo1"

“iodarei1avita…1amiavita”

"netdo1oso"

“saraunapartitainfinita”

Inter Milan fans were already singing the team anthem in the stands, so happy. The singing grew louder and louder, and in an instant almost the entire Meazza stadium was singing, and the small group of Juventus fans felt even more ashamed.

"Can't stand it, can't stand it!"

"What an awful team song!"

"Team Leather, you hurry up and score a goal, and we will sing too."

The game resumed, and Juventus finally sped up the pace of advancement, and the interceptions in the midfield were much harder. The fouls on both sides gradually increased, but they were limited to near the midfield, and few fouls were committed outside the penalty area.

In the 23rd minute, Nedved passed the ball into Inter Milan's penalty area. Amauri headed the ball back. Del Piero volleyed the ball with his right foot outside the penalty area and sent it to Marchisio who inserted into the penalty area from the right side. , Marchisio fell to the turf under the interference of Maxwell, who quickly kicked the ball out of the sideline.

But Marchisio bounced on the turf like a salted fish and didn't get up at all.

This is the rhythm of penalty kicks.

"Hey, wake up,"

"Don't cheat on penalties, you guy!"

Materazzi came over and scolded the national team boy, "Where did you learn that?"

Marchisio has just been selected for the Italian national team, and Materazzi is a big shot in the national team, so it is easy to teach these juniors a lesson.

However, the referee didn't say anything and ran to Marchisio to wake him up.

However, the slow-motion replay showed that the ball was suspected of being fouled. There was a pulling action on Maxwell's back, but it was just very secretive.

After Marchisio got up, he was not timid, but faced the reprimand directly.

"That's really a foul!"

"That bastard pulled me!"

"You're looking for a beating!" Materazzi glared at him...

"You're the pussy."

Marchisio rolled his eyes and refused to tangle with Materazzi, a barbarian.

Anyway, he is from Inter Milan, so he can say whatever he wants...

"Marchisio is a bit cunning. The referee will definitely not judge this ball. For such a slight contact, let's focus on how to get rid of the opponent's defense. You can't solve the problem with cleverness."

"Of course Maxwell doesn't have to do this, if the referee really makes a penalty..."

Two minutes later, Amauri turned around and got rid of Sammaterazi in front of the penalty area and fell outside the penalty area, but the referee still did not make a penalty.

Amauri was unwilling and went directly to the referee to argue. He was a little excited and chased the referee, pointing at Matraci Balabala. As a result, the referee threw a yellow card in front of him. Amauri didn't even dare to fart. , he didn’t dare challenge the red card.

"The emotions of the Juventus players are not quite right. They should restrain themselves. The referee is not someone you can mess with easily. You always question the referee's decisions, and the referee is also very upset. It's strange that he doesn't use cards to slap you. Theoretically, Materazzi also made some small moves on this ball, but the referee does not have a sharp eye, so he will not be able to see every move clearly..."

When Amauri was shouting, Inter Milan had already brought the war to Juventus's backyard. Dong Fangzhuo and Maicon hit the wall and cooperated. Maicon passed the ball near the right baseline, and Adriano attracted the defense in the middle and took advantage of it. His strong body helped Balotelli block it, and Balotelli hit his chest to stop the ball and volleyed sideways!

The plane was so high that even Balotelli couldn't help but put his palms on his forehead to look at it...

"How did Balotelli shoot that kick?"

"Do you really want to shoot a plane in the sky? Maybe the shooting is too difficult."

Juventus immediately counterattacked with a long pass. Taking advantage of Maicon's assist, Nedvěd was able to take advantage of the opportunity. After receiving the ball from Molinaro, he fired an angry shot from a small angle outside the Inter Milan penalty area. But the shot was too high and was not suppressed.

This was his first shot of the game. It was hard to get close to Inter Milan's penalty area, but after taking the shot, I realized that it was too close.

The pace of both teams was accelerating, and Inter Milan counterattacked. Zanetti directly pushed a straight line from the right, and Balotelli entered the right side of the penalty area and shot directly into the near corner, but the ball missed the post.

Inter Milan retaliated. Amauri received a through ball from Piero, and his shot from a small angle on the left side of the penalty area also missed.

The strikers from both sides were going back and forth, returning the favor. However, no one was able to score.

"The first half passed very quickly, and it was over in less than five minutes. Both sides were attacking and defending each other. Either there was no chance to score, or the forward failed to send the ball into the goal."

"It looks like the score will be difficult to change."

As soon as he finished speaking, Marchisio took the ball from the center to the front of Inter Milan's penalty area, and then pushed it to Nedved. This time Nedved aimed his left foot at the goal and kicked it 27 meters away from the goal. The shot flew directly to the left post of the goal!

Shocking!

"nice shot!"

"oops!"

Cesar quickly flew up and poked the ball out with his fingertips...

"Cesar has done a great job. It's amazing. He can save this kind of ball, Juventus's corner kick. Chiellini and Lello Taglie are coming up. They want to join the corner kick battle."

"Captain Del Piero rarely ran to take a corner kick."

“There were so many people in Inter Milan’s penalty area, it was a mess.”

"The ball is out."

"Later point!"

"Nedved."

I saw Nedved constantly retreating from the center, calculating the position of the ball, suddenly swinging his right foot sideways, and volleying!

boom--

The ball popped out of the barrel like a cannon and went straight to the upper left corner of the goal.

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is in!"

"Nedved!"

"He actually shot a volley with his right foot. Sasser didn't react at all. His dominant foot is his left foot, and his right foot is rarely used. This kick is so beautiful that it is incomparable."

"At this moment, he is like the invincible God of War."

"Just now I said that he didn't press the right position when shooting, and now he uses his non-dominant foot to hit me in the face. A superstar is a superstar, and he can always make some incredible moves..."

"1:1, Juventus equalized the score, but Inter Milan failed to carry the lead into the second half."

"juve, juvepersempresara& # o39;

"juve, juvepersempresara& # o39;

"The loud and powerful Juventus anthem resounded throughout the entire stadium. This is their response to the Inter Milan fans. Now it's their turn to sing and dance..."

Although he is 36 years old, Nedvěd’s way of celebrating is still very youthful. He rushed towards the 34-year-old Del Piero who assisted him, and the two hugged each other tightly, like two lovers who had not seen each other for a long time. Except for not kissing, I did all the other actions...

Mourinho shook his head on the sidelines. He didn't expect Juventus' two old guns to be powerful. Both Del Piero and Nedved have the ability to change the situation of the game. With these two men powerful at the same time, scoring goals is a matter of course.

beep,

The game resumed, and Juventus decisively retreated to the midfield. After finally equalizing the score, they will not easily let Inter Milan get a chance to shoot again.

The ball fell at the feet of Dong Fangzhuo, who faced the annoying Sissoko with the ball. Although his teammates had already stepped in from both sides, the ball still stuck to Dong Fangzhuo's feet.

Sissoko on the opposite side was very depressed because he did not dare to take action. Dong Fangzhuo stepped on his bicycle and suddenly pulled the ball diagonally forward. Sissoko followed closely and did not lose his position. But then Dong Fangzhuo stepped on his bicycle again and continued to pull the ball diagonally for more than a few meters. .

…

the third time,

Come again!

Damn it!

Sissoko was holding it in too much.

After Dong Fangzhuo stepped on his bicycle, he suddenly pulled the ball forward to the right and never came back!

Chiellini behind Sissoko was originally staring behind Balotelli, but he watched helplessly as Dong Fangzhuo took advantage of Sissoko's surprise and Balotelli's cover to break into Inter Milan's penalty area!

He pulled the ball quite a bit, and successfully countered offside immediately. After he got the ball again, Manninger was the only one left in front. How could Manninger have time to wait for his teammates to rescue him? He immediately rushed out, fell to the right and rushed towards Dong Fangzhuo, stretching his whole body, trying to seal all the space at the near post and the back post at the same time.

Dong Fangzhuo must be ejaculating!

But Manninger was very cunning. After falling down, he actually guarded against Dong Fangzhuo's shot.

Snapped--

He swatted the ball away like a fly, stopping the shot.

"such a pity!"

Inter Milan in the stands sighed!

The ball rolled outside the penalty area and landed at Balotelli's feet. The ball still belonged to Inter Milan.

When Manninger hurriedly climbed up from the turf, Balotelli had already quickly brought the ball to the center. Balotelli, who was extremely quick with his feet, easily avoided Marchisio's interception.

But his right leg was still knocked down by Marchisio, and Balotelli almost performed a one-kick on the court...

beep,

This time it was Marchisio's turn to foul.

"Hey, this location is great!"

"This is another gift for Dong Fangzhuo."

"About 25 meters away from the goal, it's Dong Fangzhuo who takes the penalty again."

"Giving Inter Milan a chance to position themselves in the frontcourt at the last moment is a bit irrational..."

Juventus did not dare to neglect at all. Even Piero and Amauri in front came back to join in forming a human wall. They had already seen how awesome Dong Fangzhuo's free kick just was.

"This wall is very strong. Almost all the Juventus players are lined up inside it. Why are Maicon and Balotelli also lined up in the penalty area? Is this because they dislike Juventus's wall for not being lined up well enough? Hehe. …”

Maicon stood on the left and right next to the Juventus wall.

Dong Fangzhuo stood in front of the ball, staring intently at the wall and the goal behind it...

beep,

whistle,

approach,

lean,

Shoot!

Snapped--

The sound of this ball was not as powerful as the free kick just now, and the sound was much lower.

The ball is not vicious, but the force is just right.

The moment the ball flew out, Balotelli suddenly squatted down at the wall and shrank his neck!

The ball flew past the space near his head!

"ah!"

Everyone in the audience saw the flight path of the ball...

come down!

Fall quickly!

Uh-huh...

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is in!"

"Crazy! Score two consecutive free kicks!"

"Dong Fangzhuo regards the goal as nothing..."

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