boom--

The Portuguese fans cheered in an instant.

Portugal ran back from the line of death, running, not crawling.

This means that both sides have returned to the same starting line and no one has any advantages.

This is a huge reversal, and the Chinese team no longer has match points.

"Zhang Linpeng,"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"well!"

"The power of this ball is so bad,"

"But you can't blame him,"

"He tried his best, and he wanted to enter too. Patricio was calm and now he entered a single death mode at any time..."

Zhang Linpeng roared to the sky, wanting to cry without tears. At this time, he really had no face to see the elders of Jiangdong again.

I cried instantly.

Haven't walked out of the penalty area yet.

This road back to the middle circle arc is too long.

Every step is as heavy as a mountain.

Before he could return to the middle circle arc, Pepe had already taken steps away from him, proud, proud and confident.

Dong Fangzhuo came up and gave Zhang Linpeng a heavy hug.

"fine,"

"Try your best,"

"Come on, come on, cheer for Zeng Cheng together."

At this time, we can only leave it to fate.

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

This is the fifth penalty! The most important penalty.

The camera was always on them, and the whole world was focused on them.

Portuguese fans were praying for Pepe, and many people didn't dare to look at it, covered their eyes, or turned their heads and turned around. This may be the goal that decided to win the World Cup.

“Pepe must be under great pressure,”

"Only he can bear the fifth penalty."

The camera finally came to Ronaldo.

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

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

At this time, Pepe gained a lot of attention. He was too ingenious. He even put the ball on for more than twenty seconds, put it on five or six times, and stepped on the grass.

Zeng Cheng's eyes kept falling on the ball, and beads of sweat hung on his forehead, he didn't wipe it. After Pepe pulled the run-up distance backward, he squatted down slightly.

Beep,

The whistle still rang rapidly, urging Pepe to shoot the ball.

Pepe started slowly, changed the rhythm halfway, and then accelerated toward the ball.

Bang,

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

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

Didn't enter!

"I lost my shot!"

"I lost my shot!"

"Pepe lost the ball when he shot!"

"The God of Victory is biased towards the Chinese team!"

"As long as Zhang Linpeng kicks the ball in later, we will win the championship!"

At this moment, the Portuguese burst into tears, while the Chinese suddenly became crazy.

In the stands, half happy and half desperate.

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

Those who support Portugal and Ronaldo are in a very low mood.

At this time, Dong Fangzhuo's right hand and the right hand of the young master Feng Xiaoting were tightly clasped together.

"Go, it's no different from the penalty kick we played together when we were kids, don't have any pressure."

"You know, we already have the Hercules Cup, haha, it doesn't matter if one is more or less. We still have a chance in 4 years."

Feng Xiaoting laughed, but he didn't expect Dong Fangzhuo to still be able to joke with him at this time.

"yes,"

"It's just a penalty."

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

"You have to know that my penalty kick was 100%.

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

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

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

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

Unexpectedly, after so many years, fate became magical again.

He would not disappoint Dong Fangzhuo, what did he think?

Patricio waved his arm 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 slowly.

He is really laughing.

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

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

He put the ball firmly on the penalty spot and slowly retreated.

By this time, all Chinese fans were raising their hearts to their throats.

"Calm down, Feng Xiaoting."

"Don't do it randomly, hold it tighter."

"Don't hit the machine,"

"Don't use too much force."

"don't want……"

"don't want……"

If Feng Xiaoting can avoid all this, it will not be called a penalty kick! How could there be so much caution and no need?

"It's up to 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 championship!"

"As a world-class central defender, he has strong psychological qualities."

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

When she said this, Huang Jianxiang was actually not sure...

Beep,

The whistle finally rang.

Feng Xiaoting ran towards the ball and twisted his body.

Patricio had to block his luck again.

In the lower left corner of the goal, his body was so stretched that he seemed to be able to save the ball as long as it flew towards him.

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