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Shooting Volume 5    Red and Black Years    Chapter 60    Living.★(╰→),★…Our Football!!!

The game has reached the 27th minute of the extra game. Both sides are in a state... Both sides have started to make passes and catch mistakes due to excessive physical exhaustion... There are few people who are more beautiful than others...

The Italian and French fans in the stands used their last strength to roar in the big song. The songs were long and hovering in the sky tonight, revealing a vicissitudes and tragic atmosphere!!!

"No doubt!! This is the most exciting game of this World Cup. No one wants any team to be eliminated... They are real men. real men..." This is what Neutral TV is saying...

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Looking south, I felt the sweat slid down the groove of the mask and the smell of falling to the corner of my mouth. It was salty...

The entire stadium has fallen into complete passion and the fans of both sides are shouting the names of every player who touches the ball. Every move, every tackle, every step of the ball will inspire an instant explosion...

Passion...is the only melody!!!

Xiangnan felt the corners of his eyes were wet. This is Andre's football!!!

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Ribery turned around in place, took a breath, and was about to pass the ball. A figure passed by him. The Frenchman lowered his head and found that the ball was gone... Looking up, the blue 9 was chasing a black and white elf...

"Beautiful... Andre!!! Andre!!! You are the king of Italy!!!" Rossi was frantically...

Xiangnan's eyes focused. The black and white elf rolling happily on the green grass was where his soul was at this time!!

Nocturne...

The fans were completely crazy. They were crying and roaring wildly... The sound of their name towards the south was very long. They were trembling from the depths of their souls... with a scent of sadness...

In Turin, in Rome, in Sili... Countless men were shirtless, waving their fists, and making shouts... Now... No one in Italy sleeps peacefully...

Xiangnan felt that his lungs were about to be dried. He gasped heavily, letting the cold air in Johannesburg moisten his throat...

Xiangnan shook his ankle and the ball passed to Qiao's feet. Xiangnan quickly ran towards the penalty area...

Aru Diyala was like a hard man. She ran towards Jovenko without saying a word. On the outside, Vieira rushed southward...

Diyala used a fierce ball to knock down Jovenco with one shot. A free kick won by Italy.

The free kick was taken. Vieira was pushed southward and jumped high. The ball was pushed back. There, Giuseppe Rossi stretched out like a bloodthirsty venomous snake...

boom!!!

The entire First National Bank Stadium was in full swing!!!

But Loris is like a real Spider-Man. The Guardian's own lover... hit the ball with a single punch... Krish immediately headed the ball out of the sideline...

"Loris!!!Loris!!!He is France's patron saint!!! I love him!!! He is a great guy!!! The whole France is cheering for you. Good boy...I want to marry my daughter to him!!! I swear!!!" French commentator Petit roared excitedly on the commentary seat of the National Bank Stadium!

...In an apartment in Paris, a teenage French boy was waving his fists excitedly and suddenly stopped.|Another middle-aged man was stunned... One of these two people was Petit's grandson and the other was Petit's son-in-law...

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The ball was thrown out on the sideline. The ball towards the south dribbled along the sideline of the penalty area. Suddenly, a spike was shaken away at an angle. Without any hesitation, he swung his right foot and thrust violently into the middle of the ball...

"Look at you...!!!!!! Ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao a

The ball swooped towards the upper right corner of the goal with an exaggerated arc...

Everyone stood up...the eyes opened...the mouth made a muddy sound...

In Buenos Aires, Quedo-Ugo Moras half-bending from his wheelchair, waving his fists, turbid tears, along the rings of time, outline a stream...

"Jovenko throws the ball... Andre dribs the ball... Unparalleled genius... He breaks through... Krish is not his opponent... He is a genius... He drifts past Vieira... His apostle of God... Shooting... I hate the post... This Satan... Ann... Dere... Diego is still alive... Football continues..."

Awkward!!!

Xiangnan went crazy, hugged his head and let out a howl like a beast... The black mask looked like a devil's deity... The whole person was trembling extremely because of the extreme roar...

Just when Loris was powerless, the French team's right pillar was like a hideous devil, blocking the inevitable shot towards the south...

A loud sigh sounded over the First National Bank Stadium...it was like a wall of sighs...and the French fans looked at the blue No. 9 under the black mask with fear... What a terrible scene...

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Dudu!!!!!!!!!!!!

At this moment, the referee Faye sounded the whole game...10" game ended [...

Italy | 22 France!!!

Both sides are about to enter a cruel penalty shootout before they can rest!!!

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Xiangnan took over. The mineral water bottle handed over by Pesotti, assistant coach of the Italian national team. He took a small sip and then took a few seconds to drink two sips...

Lippi looked serious and held a notebook in his hand. He stood among the players. The player who was arranging a penalty kick...

Everyone has serious expressions and occasionally there is a sound of gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gullying gully

"Who will punish the first one?" Pi asked.

When the team reaches the last moment, during the penalty shootout, the head coach usually asks the players for their own opinions... At this time | shooting skills are no longer important... The players' psychological quality is important...

"I'll punish the first one!!!" Pirlo raised his right arm...

Everyone looked at Pirlo, not surprised. In the 006 World Cup, in the final against France, Pirlo took the initiative to stand up and take the first penalty...

"Coach. I'll punish the fifth one!!!" Xiangnan put the mineral water bottle up and said... Black

Its cool color makes it look more aggressive...

…” Lippidian looked at the two of them with relief. In the penalty shootout, of course, the most stressful player was the first and fifth player to play...

At this point, Lippi is more than Donadonif's European Cup in 2008. The penalty kicker arranged by Donadoni (one of Tony Panucci) was stage frightened at a critical moment and dared not give a penalty kick. This caused. De Rossi, who had not arranged a penalty kick, could only volunteer to give De Rossi a penalty kick in the Champions League knockout match with Manchester United two months ago. The psychological shadow is still there. As a result, it can be imagined that Italy was once again shrouded in the shadow of penalty kicks...

That's why Lippi first solicits the players' own opinions. The penalty shootout test is actually the player's psychological quality. It has nothing to do with the quality of the skills...

"Who will take the penalty for the rest?" Lippi asked then, looking at his player with brown eyes.

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Soon, the place name and order of the penalty kick were determined-~

The first ball: Pirlo;

Second goal: Giuseppe Rossi;

The third ball: Qiao Wenke;

Fourth goal: Grosso;

The fifth goal: Andre…

At this time, on the other side, France, the ball list and order were also handed over to the referee-~

First goal: Ribery;

Second goal: Krish;

The third ball: Benzema;

Fourth goal: Mousa Sissoko;

The fifth goal: Aru Diyala;

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France's first free throw-~

Ribery assisted and shot. The ball shot at the top of the goal. Feng judged the right direction. But the ball was too fast... The ball entered the net!!!

The camera aimed at Domeneck's arms almost madly!!!

Penalties 10!!

The pressure hits Italy...

Pirlo stood at the free throw, his eyes looking at the referee from time to time. Then, he looked down at the ball under his feet, waiting for the whistle sound...

French national gate Los kept moving in front of the door...

The whistle sounded. Peel - run-up... swung his feet and shot into the middle... Loris was deceived. He rushed to the left...

Boom...

Italian fans cheered loudly. Xiangnan and his teammates put their shoulders on each other. Everyone let out a crazy roar...

Penalty: 1:1

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"Krichy's penalty kick passed Buffon. Now the French are leading... God bless Italy!!! Giuseppe Rossi!!! Rossi!! He stood at the free throw point... He started running. Will he score?...goal!!! The ball is here! 44! (point 22·...Long live Italy!!!"

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"Benzema... entered...Jian Luigi's fingertips touched... Unfortunately, he entered...45:23·...The pressure was placed on Qiao Wenke..."

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"Beautiful!!! Beautiful!!! 55!!!(point 3:3!) Qiao Wenke is good!!!"
To be continued...