"I'll kick the first one."

Dong Fangzhuo firmly listed himself as the first candidate to punish the penalty kick, and there was no need to consider this. He scored every penalty kick, but he would not take the penalty. Whoever punished it, just like the opponent, Ronaldo was definitely the first.

In the 2012 European Cup semi-final penalty shootout, Ronaldo was not the first to stand up, but chose to play the fifth. As a result, he almost didn't even give a penalty kick in the penalty shootout, because the first four rounds ended. Ronaldo was ridiculed by Messi fans for this reason, saying that he did not dare to give a penalty kick. In fact, Ronaldo wanted to be the last penalty to withstand all the pressure.

As for who will play the second one, it is a little difficult to confirm. Feng Xiaoting, Zhang Linpeng, Yang Liyu and Huang Bowen have to consider who will punish the last one. The last one is more pressure than the first one.

"I'll do it," Yang Liyu volunteered, looking full of confidence. The second punishment was relatively under pressure, but he was able to stand up at his own initiative at this age, so he was brave enough.

"Okay, that's you."

"Feng Xiaoting, you kick the last one."

Dong Fangzhuo suddenly looked at Feng Xiaoting. Feng Xiaoting could be said to be his closest comrade-in-arms. It is nothing wrong to hand over the best and difficult task to him. Of course, if Feng Xiaoting cannot make a comeback, Feng Xiaoting will also bear great consequences. Of course, Dong Fangzhuo asked him to kick, and Dong Fangzhuo has the greatest responsibility.

In this way, the arrangement of the third and fourth ones will be much simpler.

"Huang Bowen, you kick the third one."

"Zhang Linpeng, you play the fourth one."

In this way, Dong Fangzhuo arranged the order. The other teammates began to move towards the center circle arc. Feng Renliang was supported by his teammates and walked over, and lined up in a row in the center circle arc.

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

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

“…”

...

Although he rarely scored a ball and scored it to the tenth round, Dong Fangzhuo still confirmed it with everyone.

Portugal is slower, and Santos is still choosing.

The first one is definitely C Ronaldo, the second one looks like B seat, and then three players followed up with C Ronaldo, namely Pepe, Mario and A seat.

It seems that the five-man has also been confirmed.

After confirming the order of free throws, the referee called Ronaldo and Dong Fangzhuo together. It was obvious that he wanted to throw the coin and choose who would first free throw. As a result, Portugal got the penalty right.

"We now see that Zeng Cheng is heading towards the goal, and Portugal will take the penalty first, and Ronaldo is the first."

"Royce rarely misses his penalty kick. Does Zeng Cheng have any hope of saving it?"

"The players on both sides were arranged in two rows, each closely connected. However, in Portugal, Fonte turned behind him."

"There is no player on the Chinese team like this, but Wei Shihao has already hidden himself on the bench and he has not dared to watch the penalty shootout."

"Zeng Cheng is already standing on the goal line, and he tries to waving his arms to interfere with Ronaldo,"

The eyes of fans all over the world fell on Ronaldo at this time.

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

In the end, he chose to push and shoot the lower right corner of the goal, and Zeng Cheng beat the ball in the opposite direction. The ball speed was not very fast, but the angle was extremely tricky. Even if Zeng Cheng hit the opposite direction, the probability of saving was almost zero.

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

"It's a pity that Zeng Cheng did not judge the other direction. Portugal temporarily led 1:0 in the penalty shootout."

"It's okay, we have Dong Fangzhuo. Dong Fangzhuo's penalty kick was not a sure win, but a 100% hit. At least in the first round, we were very calm!"

When Luo passed by Dong Fangzhuo, he glanced at Dong Fangzhuo meaningfully.

Dong Fangzhuo ignored him and walked straight to the free throw point. He didn't have so many movements and ideas 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 left to their teammates, and the winner is 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 himself can rely on him.

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

The whistle sounded, and B Xi, like Dong Fangzhuo, also chose the upper right corner of the goal. Zeng Cheng made the right save this time, but it was too far from the ball!

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

The Portuguese fans once again made a huge cheer. This sound penetrated into Yang Liyu's ears, making his breathing heavy. Taking a step forward, he felt like his legs were dragging hundreds of pounds. Suddenly, he regretted that he had voluntarily applied 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 spitted a splash of water on the turf, and then bravely walked into the penalty area.

He never looked at the Portuguese goalkeeper. After putting the ball at the penalty point, he pulled the distance to the run.

"Hey, noob, look!"

Patricio was provoking him.

"Look at it, you're scared."

"You don't even dare to watch the goal, give up, you can't do it."

"You'll kick this penalty!"

Patricio stimulated Yang Liyu with words in succession.

Pooh,

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

Beep,

The whistle still rang, and Yang Liyu quickly started on the spot and rushed towards the ball.

With a bang, the ball was pulled out of the right foot.

The ball flew straight to the middle of the goal! There was no angle at all.

And Patricio had already flew to the left and he was deceived, although Yang Liyu's shot was really not at all accurate.

"Yang Liyu!"

"He shot the ball steadily into the middle of the goal!"

“2:2!”

"His courage is commendable! At this age, few people can do it. Look at Wei Shihao, he is hiding on the bench now and has never dared to watch..."

After scoring the goal, Yang Liyu ran to Patricio and marked English.

"Did you see it? Can I score your goal?"

"Rookie!"

"You wait to cry!"

Yang Liyu also plays psychological warfare, with his index fingers on his face, mocking Patricio, which is also helping the teammates coming up behind to relieve stress and put pressure on Patricio.
Chapter completed!