Vol 3 Chapter 85: Preemptive

Pogba is still tumbling in pain, howling, this game has just started, but his forehead is covered with sweat, obviously sweat from pain.
"Ouch,"
"Ouch,"
"Ouch,"
Tossing and turning like a soft dog. The head referee finally walked to Zheng Zhi and showed Zheng Zhi a yellow card.
There was a boo at the scene, which was sent by Chinese fans.
"Paralysis, is there such a pain?"
"I feel that this guy is pretending, and it's not too intense a collision, he can't hurt. It just wants Zheng Zhi to get a yellow card."
"It's really troublesome. Just start with a yellow card. Can Zheng Zhi release his hands and kicks?"
"Look, look, let me tell you, after Zheng Zhi got the yellow card, this guy got up immediately. There was really no football. But if this guy is not bad, he wouldn't be called Pogba! "
"Damn, he should be injured directly, and Zheng Zhi can only get the yellow card, making him another Cissé."
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The French team had a free kick opportunity in the frontcourt, but it was too far away from the goal. The ball was on the right side. Gretzman's running was very positive. The right toe gently poke and tried to take the ball directly to Wang Gang.
But he is too small to look at Wang Gang's speed. Wang Gang adjusts from the right back to the left back. Not everyone can do it. With speed and height, he directly blocks Gleitzman with a beautiful diagonal span. Behind him, Gretzman was like hitting an unshakable wall. The whole person was bounced back, and Wang Gang calmly knocked the ball to the feet of Feng Xiaoting who came to respond.
At this time, Zheng Zhi has returned to get the ball again. Immediately after turning around, he pushed the ball to Hao Junmin on the right and followed him. Hao Junmin dared not take the ball to face Kanter and knocked it back to Zheng Zhi. Zheng Zhi swept the right foot and the low flat ball on the inner foot accurately kicked the ball to Feng Jin.
With a small step, Feng Jin immediately flicked the ball to the outside, and then continued to accelerate forward. Facing Toriso, Feng Jin chose to go it alone this time.
The continuous swaying of the ball made Toriso dare not to hit the foot, but instead retreated frequently, but this frequency of retreat was in the middle of Feng Jin, Feng Jin swung Qiu to the sideline again with his right foot, and the left heel was punching!
He has absolute confidence in his speed! However, although Tolisso was half a beat slow, he turned around and followed Feng Jin in front of him, but Feng Jin did not give him even a little comfortable time to adjust. After his right foot took a step forward, the left Hidden in the heels behind the feet, people also followed Wang Zhonglu's direction!
Toliso's eyes almost fell on the turf.
Nima, this breakthrough is too coquettish, so that Torisso can no longer react.
"Feng Jin!"
Dong Fangzhuo strode up, and followed Pogba and Kanter again. Kanter was faster and came to Dong Fangzhuo around a small bend. First hit the ball.
However, Dong Fangzhuo seemed to have expected it too early, a sharp brake on his right foot, and then he pushed hard to the left. The whole person moved more than two meters to the left. When Kanter just caught the ball, Dong Fangzhuo blocked Kanter. The way to go.
what!
Kanter did not expect Dong Fangzhuo to be able to chase it back again, which was really not what he had thought, Kanter had to take a kick back, trying to get rid of Dong Fangzhuo's speed.
But who knows that with a squeak, Dong Fangzhuo braked again, but the left pedal hit the brakes and bounced back.
These Kanter were really panicked, almost fell on the turf and passed the ball back to Varane.
Varane didn't really think that Kanter was so embarrassed, don't look at Kanter as a defensive midfielder, but he was always stable when he took the ball, but at this time Dong Fangzhuo was so forced Embarrassed, almost lost the ball.
What makes Varane very depressed is that Kanter's back pass is too weak. Varane who rushed out saw Wu Sanshi and rushed to the ball at the same time. Although the legs are much longer than Wu Sanshi, but the speed is not as fast as Wu Sanshi.
With a whine, Wu Sanshi got the ball first, and flashed past Valane inside like a phantom.
"Pretty!"
"Three Stones!"
Another who turned over the central defender Umtiti responded more slowly. He is not a speed type. Now Wu Sanshi is coming fast, all he can do is to hold the front.
Unexpectedly, Wu Sanshi made a trip to the right again, and instantly he was seconds. However, the intensity of the trip also increased, almost rushing out of the right side of the penalty area. Wu Sanshi buckled his right foot and adjusted one more step. Umtiti readjusted his body and blocked Wu Sanshi's way to the restricted area from the side.
"Three Stones!"
Dong Fangzhuo yelled and ran into Pogba's shoulders while running, but the two didn't make the difference.
Wu Sanshi immediately returned with an inverted triangle and passed the ball to Zheng Zhi.
dream!
Although Pogba was half a body slow, he quickly fell on the turf at this time. Instead, the two long legs crossed Zheng Zhi first and kicked the ball one step ahead.
"Oh~"
No one thought that Pogba was so brave, so desperate, so gambling! Dong Fangzhuo was still one step slower. Without hitting the ball, Varane kicked it out with a big foot.
The Chinese team's attack was really too dangerous. He was terrible.
The ball flew high in the air~EbookFREE.me~ and landed in the backcourt of the Chinese team. Zheng Zhi, 38, jumped in the air, stopped the ball firmly with his chest, and hurried across the middle arc with a strong step.
At this time, only Kanter was able to rush out and blocked, but he did not. His first reaction was to run to Dong Fangzhuo and surround him with Pogba.
what?
Zheng Zhi was surprised, and once again urged the speed at his feet to rush to the French team's big penalty area.
Toriso could only rush from the side, but Zheng Zhi seemed to be 20 years younger at this time. He gritted his teeth to bring the speed to the extreme, and quickly rushed to a place more than ten meters outside the big restricted area.
Looking up again, it was still empty, and the French too gave him a face.
"Quickly seal him!"
Deschamps off the court finally couldn't help but roared from the sidelines, but the tactics were also arranged by him, what can I do? Paval had to make up, because Tolisso was too slow.
Ok,
It was at this time that Zheng Zhi waited for Toriso to rush up, and he finally waited for the pass.
Da,
Gently push the right foot arch.
The ball flew past the turf from the left side of Tolisso's body.
Feng Jin quickly plugged in, and the left foot swept the ball directly into the French team's big penalty area.
Half-height!
At the same time, Wu Sanshi quickly outwrapped from behind Umtiti.
Umtiti's face was dumbfounded, and it was too late to lift his big long legs. It was not as fast as his right hand. Maybe he got the true pass from his predecessor Henry. The ball in the right palm suddenly stopped.
Umtiti also thought to quickly pull his hand back, but the whistle sounded.
A beep.
The referee immediately pointed to the penalty spot.
"Penalty!"
"Penalty!"