Vol 3 Chapter 125: world champion!

　　 The audience in Portugal instantly cheered.
　　
　　 Portugal ran back from the death line, it was running, not climbing.
　　
　　 This means that the two sides have returned to the same starting line, no one has an advantage.
　　
　　 This is a huge reversal, the Chinese team no longer holds the match point.
　　
　　 "Zhang Lin,"
　　
"Ah ah ah!"
　　
"Ugh!"
　　
　　 "The power of this ball is too bad,"
　　
　　 "But don't blame him,"
　　
　　 "He tried his best, he also wanted to enter. Patricio was also calm, and now he is in single death mode at any time..."
　　
　　 Zhang Lin looked up to the sky and screamed, crying without tears. At this time, it is really shameless to see Jiang Dong's father.
　　
　　 crying instantly.
　　
　　 has not walked out of the big restricted area.
　　
　　 This path back to the middle arc is too long and too long.
　　
　　 Every step is as heavy as a mountain.
　　
　　 didn't wait for him to return to the mid-circle arc, Pepe had taken steps from his side, masculine, angry and confident.
　　
　　 Dong Fangzhuo greeted him and gave Zhang Lin a hug.
　　
　　 "It's okay,"
　　
　　 "Try your best,"
　　
　　 "Come on, cheer for Zeng Cheng together."
　　
　　 At this time, only destiny.
　　
　　Zeng Cheng stood in front of the goal and Pepe came on.
　　
　　 This is the fifth penalty! The most important penalty.
　　
　　 The lens is always facing them, and the eyes of the world are focused on them.
　　
　　 Portuguese fans are praying for Pepe. Many people dare not look at them, covering their eyes, or turning their heads and turning around. This may be the goal that determines the World Cup championship.
　　
　　 "Pepe must be under great pressure,"
　　
　　 "Only he can take the fifth penalty."
　　
　　 The camera finally gave Cristiano Ronaldo.
　　
　　 "Whether C Luo can become Dong Fangzhuo's second ball king also depends on Pepe. He can't help anything now."
　　
　　 "As Chinese fans, we certainly hope Pepe can't shoot in..."
　　
　　 At this time, Pei Pei earned enough gaze, he was so ink, he even put the ball for more than 20 seconds, put it on five or six times, and stepped on two feet of turf.
　　
　　Zeng Cheng's eyes had always been on the ball. He didn't wipe the bean sweat beads on his forehead. After Pepe pulled away the running distance, he squatted slightly.
　　
　　 beep,
　　
　　The whistle sounded quickly, urging Pepe to shoot the ball.
　　
　　Pepe started slowly, changed the rhythm halfway, and then rushed towards the ball again.
　　
Snapped,
　　
　　 right foot chose the upper right corner of the goal.
　　
　　 With a cry, the ball flew to the grandstand on the right post!
　　
　　 did not enter!
　　
　　 "Shoot lost!"
　　
　　 "Shoot lost!"
　　
　　 "Pepe missed the ball!"
　　
　　 "The of victory is biased towards the Chinese team!"
　　
　　 "As long as Zhang Lin kicks the ball in, we will win the championship!"
　　
　　 At this moment, the Portuguese mourned instantly, while the Chinese went crazy.
　　
　　 In the stands, half joy and half despair.
　　
　　 Ashamed of his best friend Ronaldo Pepe was paralyzed before the penalty spot, although the battle was not over.
　　
　　 The people who support Portugal and Cristiano Ronaldo are in a low mood.
　　
　　 At this time, Dong Fangzhuo's right hand and Fa Xiao Xiaoting's right hand were tightly held together.
　　
　　 "Go, it's like a penalty kick we played together as a kid, don't have any pressure."
　　
　　 "You know, we already have the Hercules Cup, haha, it doesn't matter if there is one more or less, and we still have a chance after 4 years."
　　
　　Feng Xiaoting smiled, but I didn't expect Dong Fangzhuo to joke with him at this time.
　　
"Yes,"
　　
　　 "It's just a penalty."
　　
　　 "Relax, I can kick in."
　　
　　 "You know, my penalty kick is 100%."
　　
　　Feng Xiaoting turned around resolutely and embarked on the battlefield that belonged to him only.
　　
　　 The wind is low and the water is cold...
　　
　　 He really remembered the scene of playing a penalty kick with Dong Fangzhuo when he was a kid. At that time, it was just a very ordinary game. But they all became the final winners.
　　
　　 was also Dong Fangzhuo kicking first, and he was in charge of the last one.
　　
　　 did not expect that after so many years, fate has once again become magical.
　　
　　He would not let Dong Fangzhuo down, what did he think.
　　
　　Patricio waved his arm quickly in front of the door, trying to disturb 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 this decision is still bold...
　　
　　 He put the ball firmly on the penalty spot and then slowly backed away.
　　
　　 By this time, fans all over China raised their hearts to their throats.
　　
　　 "Calm down, Feng Xiaoting."
　　
　　 "Don't mess up, grab a tighter angle."
　　
　　 "Don't hit the handjob,"
　　
　　 "Don't use too much force."
　　
　　 "Don't..."
　　
　　 "Don't..."
　　
　　 If Feng Xiaoting can avoid all this, then it is not called a penalty! How could there be so many cautions and don't.
　　
　　 "Just watch this ball, I hope that the next round will not appear again!"
　　
　　 "As long as Feng Xiaoting can kick the ball in, the Chinese team will defend the World Cup champion!"
　　
　　 "As a world-class defender, his psychological quality is very strong."
　　
　　 "Although we have never seen Feng Xiaoting take a penalty..."
　　
　　When he said this, Huang Jianxiang had no heart...
　　
　　 beep,
　　
　　The whistle sounded after all.
　　
　　 Feng Xiaoting ran towards the ball and twisted his body.
　　
　　Patricio could only block his luck again.
　　
　　 Bet on the lower left corner of the goal, his body is so stretched that he seems to be able to throw it out as long as the ball comes to him
　　
　　 However, Feng Xiaoting made a joke with him, the biggest joke in his life.
　　
　　 He did not kick the ball to the lower left corner of the goal, nor did he kick the ball to the lower right corner of the goal, but to the goal midway.
　　
　　 This ball does not have any arc, but flew straight into the center of the goal.
　　
　　 This is not a spoon, but a very simple and rough shot with almost no technical content.
　　
　　Simple Feng Xiaoting just scored one of the simplest penalties.
　　
　　 This may be a simple penalty kick in the World Cup.
　　
　　Maybe he only dares to kick this way...
　　
　　 This is all the secrets of his penalty kick, what is simple.
　　
　　 scored.
　　
At this moment, there are only two colors in the world, a joy and a sadness.
　　
　　 These two flavors quickly filled the air and exploded in an instant.
　　
　　Finally, the Chinese team won the penalty shootout 4:3, and the total score was 6:5.
　　
　　 The moment the ball flew to the goal, there was only a roar in the world, and no other sound could be heard.
　　
　　……
　　
　　……
　　
　　 "Aha,"
　　
　　 "Successful again,"
　　
　　 "Old Dong!"
　　
　　 Feng Xiaoting quickly turned around and looked towards the middle circle...
　　
　　 Dong Fangzhuo has already rushed to the front, rushed to his hair...
　　
　　 "Feng Xiaoting!"
　　
　　 "Feng Xiaoting!"
　　
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