Vol 4 Chapter 838: If belief has color

Dazhi was very tired and his eyes were dizzy and his hands were numb, so he made a mistake, stopped when he received the ball in the frontcourt, and stopped directly to the horse to retreat. Mbappé's rush was immediately followed, which was quite fatal.
　　 Alas — Dazhi is getting old.
　　 Fortunately, Xiao Jiang decisively threw down the scar to attack Mbappe with Von Erdini, but failed to prevent him, but did not let him succeed. He reluctantly strafed but did not get the strength, and was confiscated by Yan Junlin.
　　 It's the 87th minute. This is an opportunity to completely kill the Chinese team. The French sighed just like Wu Lei's sigh.
　　Time is like a rope of death, tightening the throat of the Chinese team. The French team's counterattack, like a sharp butcher knife constantly dancing around the neck of the Chinese team.
　　 Two minutes later, Zhuo Yang forced a long shot and was taken off by Lloris. The counterattack of the throwing ball seemed to be precisely guided. Once again, he approached Mbappé, and his hungry axe was about to crack.
　　 Feng Xiaoting waded away like a sports car racing through the streets without people in the early morning. He only heard the sound of street bombings, and even the chance of fouling was not left to him.
　　 Xiao Jiang could only throw down the more dangerous scar again and pounce on him in exchange for his life. Mbappe was not greedy for merit, so he pushed his left side horizontally and gave him Uncle Scar.
　　 Scar is a thousand-year-old fox, and also a swordsman in the desert. He has 10,000 ways to penetrate Yan Junlin face to face.
　　 There is only one kind of great ambition, his magic.
　　 Only 38-year-old Dazhi rushed back. In the duel between two old guys, he slipped the shovel and blocked the eye of the gun at the moment the scar was pushed into the far corner. I don't know how he ran over from thousands of miles away, but he did it.
　　 I'm so old and awesome.
　　 Dazhi is such a person, swinging between'he is old' and'he is old and powerful'.
　　 There is no time to do a personal commendation meeting for Dazhi. Duan Xuan on the live broadcast said his most crooked sentence: There is not much time left for the Chinese team.
　　Thirty thousand Chinese fans were all calling Zhuo Yang's name in unison, and when Deschamps replaced Debuich with Sidibe for procrastination tactics, the sky booed.
　　 Zhuo Yang is so difficult, he can even shamelessly, in the penalty area, there is a completely non-level diving.
　　 Toliso retracted his legs in time, and Zhuo Yang didn't care at all, and the air swept his legs to the ground.
　　Fake is so embarrassing that even Kanter is embarrassed, and the referee Roldan will not defile himself in order to please him. He did not give Zhuo Yang a yellow card, he was already taking care of the superstar.
　　 The fourth official Ramos gave 4 minutes of stoppage time, which finally aroused the dissatisfaction of Deschamps, who was forced to calm down the whole game. He believed that there were not too many dead goals in the second half, and 4 minutes was obviously too much.
　　Sforza was also very nervous under tremendous pressure, and Deschamps’ compelling nagging made him couldn’t help but talk back. Zha Ge is actually a low-key and always want to follow the line of Confucianism, love to pretend to be gentle in front of people, but the suffocation of the World Cup semi-finals is enough to make the Millennium Fox Fairy show its tail.
　　 "We injured two of us in the game. Is 4 minutes too much?"
　　 "You should be fined two more." Deshang sneered, referring to the two vicious fouls committed by Zheng Zhi and Xiao Feng.
　　 "Then you go to be the referee." Brother Zha was so angry that he said, "You deserve to die in the group stage."
　　 "You it!"
　　 The two people stepped on the edges of their respective coaching areas to spray each other, and the appearance of shorting each other was very sweeping. Fortunately, neither of them was as owed as Neskens and Susic when the Chinese team and Bosnia and Herzegovina were four years ago. They just tear their mouths and make no extra moves.
　　 The coaching staff on both sides, Lombardo and Voarns, Stefan and Xavio, came up to persuade each person, and they spoke a few words from time to time. Anyway, the fake plastic sentiment before the game is lost to Java at the moment.
　　 When the two sides were full of anger under the intervention of the referee on the sidelines, they still pretended to end their lip-fighting indifferent. The time had come for 92 minutes.
　　 The Chinese team kept scoring the ball into the French penalty area and was repeatedly pushed out. At this time, the old and young men have completely lost the concept of recklessness.
　　 can't take care of anything. Don't talk about quarreling on the sidelines just now, even if Sforza and Deschamps are slashing with a chopper, Zhuo Yang and his teammates will not look here.
　　 The same goes for France, and even the scar has returned to the edge of the penalty area to pester his brother Zhuo Yang in person.
　　 Just now Zhuo Yang could do such shameless flops. The scar knew that only by sticking to him and kidnapping him with brotherhood could he stop Zhuo Yang from deepening his shame.
　　 At this point, the brothers can really hold Zhuo Yang's pulse, he can't do anything to cheat his friends, even in such a crisis.
　　 Is the integrity of the scar infected Zhuo Yang's loyalty, or the chicken thief of the scar defeated the chicken thief of Zhuo Yang, in short, Zhuo Yang can only rely on the true ability of fair play to save the team.
　　 Suddenly a low shot from the corner of the penalty area, the football passed through a small crowd and was stopped by Lloris's side throw.
　　 The ball collapsed to the left side of the penalty area, C Zhe stopped the ball and adjusted it immediately and then made the pass. Can't tell who passed it to, because the crowd is crowded.
　　 Long-legged Pogba took advantage. He kicked the football out of the penalty area, but Boba possessed a fake schoolmaster and just wrote a solution. The football fluttered and did not fly far, and fell at the feet of Zhuo Yang.
　　 No one in the restricted area dared to be careless. The three figures, Scar, Kanter, and Tolisso, were like three leeches, tightly attached to Zhuo Yang, and like three big nets, covering him in darkness.
　　 Zhuo Yang pushed the three of them with their backs and swings to the left and right, shaking himself round by false and real fake movements. But the three of them couldn't get rid of that easily, especially the scar was holding his in a very wretched hand.
　　 A narrow defensive gap flashed from the corner of his eyes, which was fleeting. The end of the gap is in the goal, this end is between Tolisso's legs.
　　 didn't even need to turn his body, twisted it and slammed his heels, and Toliso's crotch was cold, and Scar was startled.
The route of 　　 is indeed narrow, but Zhuo Yang's handling is very precise, the football goes straight to the goal after passing through the gap in the crotch.
　　 After kicking out, Zhuo Yang knew it was gone, because he saw Loris suddenly shifting and appearing on the other side of the shortcut.
　　 This shot is a clever word and has no strength. As long as the goalkeeper is prepared, football is a self-rejection.
　　 Zhuo Yang sighed secretly: I shouldn't...
　　 The football squatted towards Lloris obediently, and seemed to be able to see the joy of harvest in the eyes of the French goalkeeper. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
　　 Suddenly, a red shoe appeared on the ground, as if it had grown directly from the grass.
　　Like the silver gentian spear in the palm of Zhao Zilong, piercing the night and the sky.
　　 The red sneakers cut halfway and shoveled away the football. Zhuo Yang watched it pass by from the gap, red sneakers with red stockings, and red shorts, with a clear ‘7’ on the side.
　　 Leizi!
　　 Wu Lei's tackle changed the direction of the football 90°, avoiding Lloris's infallible left side, and plunged into the right side of the goal.
　　 Leizi, who missed two excellent scoring opportunities before, finally completed the redemption at the most critical moment. Zhuo Yang and Sforza did not believe the wrong person after all.
　　 Wu Lei lay on the back of the captain Zhuo Yang, roaring and slashing his voice.
At the last juncture, Leizi gave full play to his advantages in quotient and judgment, accurately captured the trajectory of the football in the Wanjun, calculated the cause and effect of the shot in an instant, and then made the best move before the world. Reasonable choice.
　　 90+3 minutes, the score is 2:2. This is by no means an absolute tie, but a strategic goal that the Chinese team re-landed and overlooked the French.
　　 The Chinese team, which has the advantage of winning a penalty kick, will tighten the noose around the Frenchman's neck a little bit in overtime.
　　 This heroic Chinese team not only has the Zhuo Yang, the Eight King Kong and the returnees, everyone here can fight, and everyone will not give up or give up.
　　 The red sun rises in the east. Born in Sri Lanka, grew up in Sri Lanka, hope for thousands of miles of splendor and prosperity.