Chapter 151: Goals belonging to Quaresma

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But before you die, you have to confirm whether the magpie is a nationally protected animal. Don’t ravage the magpie yourself before telling me that you are breaking the law.
The overall offensive could not be opened, and Quaresma knew that he still had to rely on his personal penetration ability to break the gap and create threats. This is his mission.
Pulling to the right midfield, there is only Magpie left back Baba Yarrow, a man who once broke the Guinness world record.
Six times a day for two weeks, Shengsheng scared away the beautiful models with marathon-like ai, which is simply a humanoid animal.
Looking at the height and figure of this guy in front of him, Quaresma couldn't really understand how his body contained such a terrifying energy.
"Can you really do it six times a day and then continue for two weeks?"
While the ball was on the left, Quaresma asked Baba Yarrow a curious baby.
This was reported by the media, and he wasn’t sure if it was true. Just because he was here, he asked to understand.
Baba Yarrow was very nervous to guard Quaresma, but suddenly he heard such questions as Quaresma, and he became extremely proud and proud.
"No, no, the media is really talking nonsense!" Baba Yarrow said rightly, "In fact, it is not two weeks at all, but three weeks!"
Baba Yaluo just started, Quaresma was relieved, he said, this is really impossible!
But Baba Yarrow said in the second half of the sentence, Quaresma is not good for the whole person!
You are a beast!
It’s a waste of your talents to play football. Why don’t you make a film?
I will introduce Fabiano to you when I look back. You are the actor, Fabiano is the girl...When you are a director, you are a match made in heaven!
"Oh, you are so powerful!" Quaresma complimented perfunctoryly, he had nothing to say!
But he never thought that Baba Yarrowo was actually stirred up and started to brag about Quaresma. He wished to tell Quaresma all his great achievements.
"Once I met four models, but they actually started fighting for jealousy!"
"Then guess how I solved it?"
"I told them: Don't fight, what's the matter? I promise you can satisfy you all!"
"Hahaha, I ended up asking them to beg for mercy all night!"
"One more time, I was dating a model, and then she couldn't bear it at first, and hurriedly called out her sister, and then they couldn't bear it, and finally called her mother again!"
"And there are..."
Baba Yarrow seemed to find a confidante, chattering, mouth like a machine gun, God knows what role his tongue played in his great achievements.
Quaresma felt like a dog beep.
God, hurry up and take me this demon!
I really owe it, and I have nothing to ask him why such a question!
Quickly raising his hand to ask for the ball, and not to run again, Quaresma is afraid that he can't help but give Baba Yarrowo a kick.
At this time, the offense also hit the middle and saw Quaresma asking for the ball. Xiaofa rolled the ball to Quaresma's foot.
Goodbye!
Quaresma stopped the ball and turned around in one fell swoop, directly brushing over Baba Yarrowo, and rushed forward with his legs dropped.
Baba Yarrow was talking up, and was surprised by Quaresma. The first reaction was not the defense, but his words had not been finished yet...
"You heard me finish..."
Seeing this, other Newcastle players ran back in despair, and accused Baba Yarrow idiot while running.
However, at this time, Quaresma has already brought the ball to form a counterattack. The people behind can't catch up, and they have to guard against other Arsenal players who will keep up. Only the last two center defenders can stop the boast. Resma kept going.
It may have been made big by Baba Yarrowo just now, but after launching the charge, Quaresma found a long-lost feeling, and the wind in his ears seemed to be carrying a huge resistance, so that he could not hear The huge cheers from the stands.
Bramble, who was behind, and Moore stared at each other, and they all came up together. They could not come up one by one. That clearly gave Quaresma the opportunity to wear balls.
But being unable to wear Maruko doesn't mean that Quaresma has no way against the Magpies' two central defenders.
He can also fry the meatballs.
Facing the two defensive players without fear, when they were about to collide with them, the ball was still like an elf at the foot of Quaresma, continuously changing in the blink of an eye, and completed the transfer between the left and right feet. At the same time, it also passed between Bramble and Moore, as if passing through the ghost's defense, leaving Bramble and Moore completely stagnate there, all with terrified faces.
What just happened?
The ball seemed to be under incredible control, magically changing positions between Quaresma's feet, so that they could not respond effectively at all.
Is Quaresma a magician?
However, no matter what emotions the two of them express now, Quaresma has already rushed the ball to the Newcastle goal and once again formed a single-handed situation.
Facing Jiwen again, Quaresma has no burden. At least Jiwen has been defeated by himself once. Now, Jiwen should be worried.
What's more, I can still waste a single pole?
I don’t know if it’s to show the foot, or to make the goal more classic. In front of Ji Wen, Quaresma once again exhibited the skill of fried meatballs, controlling the ball between the feet and changing the footsteps. Ji Wen also played around.
After Ji Wen completely fell to the ground, Quaresma had already picked the ball out, facing the empty goal, and easily pushed the shot.
2:0
Quaresma scored twice!
In fact, Quaresma originally wanted to take the ball to Newcastle goal to stop, wait for Newcastle players to rush over, then kick in.
But he still gave up this idea~EbookFREE.me~ This is a bit too pretending and easy to be beaten.
After scoring, Quaresma rushed to the side of the court with excitement, standing under the stands, echoing the same crazy Arsenal fans above, passionately celebrating the goal.
This is his own goal!
The first goal was Arsenal-style, belonging to Arsenal, not entirely his own!
But this goal is different. Quaresma is entirely based on the opportunities created by his personal ability, and scores the ball. This is a typical Quaresma-style goal.
The teammates rushed over and tortured him in the name of celebrating the goal. For this, Quaresma had no way to do it. Could he not score in the future in order to avoid being ravaged?
At the end of the celebration, the teammates have also dispersed, but Quaresma still shouted at the stands, and also attracted another wave of cheers from the stands.
How are you satisfied?
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