Zheng Zhi covered his crotch and rolled around wildly.

mmmp~

This was Carlos' heavy artillery, and it actually hit his crotch directly.

pain,

pain,

pain,

It hurts so much!

Zheng Zhi gritted his teeth hard, closed his eyes in pain, his forehead was covered with sweat, and the pain somewhere was simply indescribable. He hadn't encountered this feeling for a long time. He had experienced it in the winter of Shenyang when he was fifteen. At that time, Wang Xinxin's close-range shot hit a certain place, but it hurt for half an hour. Now it's Carlos' turn. Carlos' shot is even more terrifying, more than twice as scary, right?

Corina trotted over with a look of worry and embarrassment.

Isn't this guy broken?

That's right, he thought so too. After coming to Zheng Zhi, he bent down.

"No...is it...is it?"

He was embarrassed to ask.

"There is... something happening." Zheng Zhi squeezed out two words in pain.

Can it not hurt? Let Carlos feel it!

Carlos's eyes were full of apology at this time, and he stood beside Zheng Zhi and shouted in Portuguese, "I'm sorry, man,"

"Hurry up, rub it gently, and rub it a few more times and it's fine."

"I've tried it, yes, yes...it'll be fine in a while."

Ahem, it's so embarrassing. But he is also experienced in this regard. As a defender, it is common to block the gun hole with his body.

Zheng Zhi actually did this...

After nearly a minute, Zheng Zhi finally stood up with a breath.

“Alas~”

"He's fine!"

“He has the indestructible body of Vajra,”

"Zheng Zhi is alive again."

"hey-hey."

Zhang Lu smiled embarrassedly, "As long as it's not a recurrence of old injuries..."

There was warm applause from the French Stadium, and many male fans subconsciously looked down, then reached out to rub it.

It seems that it doesn't hurt anymore?

Although their bodies do not hurt, their minds are hurting...

"Zheng,"

"fine?"

Novotney grabbed Zheng Zhi's shoulders, but his eyes kept moving down.

"fine,"

"It's really okay!"

Corina stood beside her eyes flashed. When she heard Zheng Zhi's answer, she blew the whistle half-believingly and resumed the game.

In the stands, Zheng Zhi's parents looked at each other.

His father: "There won't be a problem, right?"

"this……"

"I haven't held my grandson yet?"

Fuck: "What do you think!"

"Look at the football well!"

...

...

Not far away, Ronalgno and Barack were also discussing.

“It’s so scary,”

"I bet his balls should be a little problem."

"Carlos' shooting power is too strong, and it will definitely have some impact."

"Let's go back and treat it, oh ~"

Barack covered his forehead: "It's over, I lost my man's things at the age of 20. What can I do in the future?"

...

...

"Zheng Zhi looks fine, he is still moving freely."

Zheng Zhi was really fine. Soon he got the ball in the backcourt. After hitting a wall with LaMelo, he immediately called the ball to Ribery's feet. Ribery took the ball to face Salgado.

Salgado quickly approached Ribery, stretched out his right foot and wanted to stab him directly, but Ribery's right foot was faster and more sensitive. He gently pushed to the left and immediately ran in small steps! Salgado's reaction was too slow, but when he turned around, Ribery was lying on the turf?

It turned out that Redondo had made up his position and directly shoveled the ball out of the sideline with a flying tackle.

If it weren't for Redondo, Ribery would have dribbled the ball and rushed to the front of Real Madrid's penalty area.

“Michelle,”

"Be more stable."

Redondo shook his long hair and retreated to the penalty area.

Salgado was really a little depressed, even Redondo had to give him the captain.

Zheng Zhi stood in front of the free throw point and looked at the penalty area with his eyes squinted. He really missed Lucio and Barack in the stands. Those two high points are magic weapons for set-piece tactics. Unfortunately, they are not there. Now they can only find Novotney and Lamelo.

But when he sent the ball into Real Madrid's penalty area, Caranca topped the ball first under the protection of his teammates. Several high points of Real Madrid gathered around them, and they would not easily grab the ball.

Ponte competed with Redondo in front of the penalty area. The two people's right feet stretched out almost at the same time. Redondo took a step faster, and he pushed and pulled the inside of his right foot. As his long hair floated up, he turned around 360 degrees and went around to the other side, avoiding Ramelo who was chasing back! Then he dodged the gap. Redondo looked up and observed. Raul on the left was rushing up quickly, but the light of his eyes swept to Anelka and Morientes were crossing and opening up! He didn't think much about it at the moment, and immediately stuffed the ball out!

Zheng Zhi came one step late, and the ball went straight into the open space on the right side of Real Madrid's halftime. Anelka rushed in diagonally, making the distance between Hap, who followed him, becoming increasingly larger and larger, and it was about to form a single shot! Anelka's speed was very fast, Arsenal's fastest striker back then!

Da da da da da ~

Three big strides in a row accelerated and quickly caught up with the ball. Grasco made every effort to rush back, but still failed to catch up. His speed was not Anelka's opponent.

"It's a one-on-one!"

"It's a one-on-one!"

"Anelka! Ouch, how could he make him rush up?!"

"I can't catch up at all!"

In a blink of an eye, Anelka had already rushed outside the penalty area. Matissek had already abandoned the goal and rushed down the penalty area line. Anelka went to the middle with his left foot outside and tried to pass Matissek. Matissek's left palm subconsciously slapped over and happened to catch the ball.

"pretty!"

"Matisseke!"

"He stopped Anelka from this single shot!"

The ball rolled to the left along the sideline of the penalty area, and Kovac ran back with a meteor and got the ball.

"Anelka didn't choose to shoot just now. He wanted to pass Martisseque and complete the goal in a more secure way, but he is not Ronaldo after all."

"It's OK in terms of speed, but it's better for Ronaldo to work like goalkeepers."

"I remember Anelka had an interview and the reporter asked him how fast he was? He said, 'My brother was 11 seconds at 100 meters, but he was much slower than me.' He was one of the fastest forwards in the world football world."

Anelka was also very upset when losing this single strike. He raised his hand and kept grabbing his bare head, then looked at Redondo in the backcourt and gestured to him with an apology. Redondo's ball was passed so well. As a world-class striker, he couldn't shoot the ball in. He could shoot in with another ten chances, but this time he failed.

Where did Redondo have time to see his movements? He had arrived at Zheng Zhi quickly. Today, Zheng Zhi was the person he focused on guarding. At this time, Zheng Zhi had already got the ball and took two steps forward. He didn't want to get entangled with Redondo and distributed the ball to Rib. Rib planned to play a wall-to-walk cooperation with Neuville, but his intention was too obvious. He was seen through by Elgra, and the ball quickly fell to Carlos's feet!

Facing Ponte, Carlos took a kick!

It seemed like a sports car with a fifth gear was instantly hung up, and a shout made Pang Te unable to even see the taillights of the car!

quick,

It's really too fast!

"Roberto Carlos is here again!"

"He is faster than Anelka!"

Soon he rushed to Kovac. Kovac didn't dare to get on, but chose to retreat, hoping that Zheng Zhi could come and help him in time, but Zheng Zhi was also far away. Taking advantage of Kovac's hesitation, Carlos would go back again!!
To be continued...