Chapter 1811

Lippi stood on the sidelines and spread his hands in a daze. He couldn't believe his eyes. Zhuoyang scratched his head hard on the court. He couldn't believe it. He thought he saw a fake Pirlo today. Zhuo Yang would like to run over and take a look at the sleeping skin's face and egg to see if any of his teammates pretended to be him.

Pirlo went straight to the baseline and the ball flew over the goal like a happy lark.

Pirlo's passing, in addition to frightening Wang Dalei out of a cold sweat, he thought he was going to hang the door, others were all numb. At this moment, not only the Chinese are questioning Pirlo's sincerity for the game, but also the Italians are beginning to doubt whether Pirlo intends to play host and seek glory.

Pirlo was as elegant and handsome as ever, and no one else could see a trace of guilt in his smile.

Three jokes come out from the three foot pass. If you play at this pace, Pirlo will not let Totti be beautiful at the end of the game, and a sleeping skin joke will be published. Zhuoyang also thought that Pirlo would pass on like this again. The joke was light. It was just plain shameless. What's the name of sleeping skin? Is sleeping without skin good?

Pirlo didn't let the joke go on. In fact, he didn't have time to tell it. Sleepy skin took the ball in midfield for the fourth time, but before he passed it, he was robbed by Shao Jiayi, who was not good at tackling by Chinese team.

It's not a joke, but a betrayal of the Sutra. Just as Lin Daiyu robbed Wu Song of the Dao in the dark night with an embroidered bandage, Wu Erlang's sabres were confiscated by Lin Mei.

Lin Jia's efforts to break into the depths of Italy alone did not wait for his teammates to take over, and Cannavaro was extremely passive in the case of exerting his power to save the danger. When the danger was relieved, the caravan team bowed down with hands on their thighs to look at the skin and panted like a steam train.

Do you think pipio will apologize to him? No, Pirlo didn't even talk to Cannavaro.

When the next wave of attack and defense conversion ended, the game quietly came to the 82nd minute, time like death's noose, has been strangled to the throat of Italy.

Pirlo received the ball in the midfield, this time he didn't stop or pass, but he took the ball slowly and methodically. Zhuoyang is very curious. He wants to see what he plans to do this time. The Chinese players have to push forward with the new Wang Dong.

When Wang Dong was about to arrive, the sleeping skin came out, and a small parabola appeared to come out slowly. Not sharp but in a flash, straight behind the defense line of the Chinese team, Zhuo Yang Xin said: no!

Quagliarella stands out from the costal anti offside position. He doesn't wait for the ball to land in the penalty area to shoot directly. Wang dalie hopped out like a grasshopper and magically refused the delusion of football with one hand.

The football flies to the waist line of the oblique corner forbidden area, Meng Er Ge falls from the sky, a light supplementary shot makes the football jump into the goal from a small angle. 2: 2. The atmosphere is suddenly tense.

After that, Zhuoyang thought about it carefully. Pirlo, who didn't touch the ball seriously for more than a month, could find the feeling in ten minutes. In fact, it's not surprising. It took only four touches to get the ball back to its peak level, which was the strength of sleeping skin.

But in the moment of losing the ball, Zhuoyang, who had nothing to do in the process, was still numb. He seriously suspected that Pirlo had just been playing pig and eating tiger to paralyze the Chinese team by pretending to be a low-level fault. At this moment, Zhuoyang feels that Pirlo's learning is bad, and his acting is bold, lifelike and dark.

Second brother Meng scored twice, but even his eyes to Pirlo were full of admiration. Just now, the foot pass has been accurate to the micrometer level, and the ball's speed radians force the landing point, just like Bai Juyi's Pipa line, there is no way to add or delete one word.

Pirlo was still expressionless, as serene as a nap after tea.

Zhuoyang has nodded a lot. Even if it is not the best Pirlo, it is enough to make the attack and defense rhythm of Italy clearer. This will make their attack level richer, and the Chinese team will be more confused under Pirlo's scheduling. Time is short, but with Pirlo, everything is subtle.

Zhuo Yang knows that he is almost locked by Gattuso today. It seems that the eighth master didn't plan to live until tomorrow morning. He is very hard to defend. He not only fought for his old life, but also spent the rest of his life.

In order to get rid of eight Ye's goblin grinders, Zhuoyang has run more than 14 kilometers in more than 80 minutes, which is far beyond his distance in other national team competitions, and the data in the club can't even see the dust. But even so, did not let the old eight Ye Jia collapse.

If you don't break down, I'll break down. Eight ye, please!

Just now, two cotton sticks in the nostril of the eighth master ran away. One nostril is OK, but the other is still bleeding. Eight Ye doesn't care, nosebleed flows into the mouth along the beard, he just licks and smacks his mouth, but the referee can't help it.

At the order of Mr. Damon, the eighth master ran to the side of the field in a rage to insert new cotton sticks. After that, he came back to Zhuoyang. At the last moment, the eight ye no longer abide by the shackles of the 40 meter area. As long as Zhuoyang enters the half-time, the eight ye will arrive as promised.

Zhuoyang also dribbles horizontally in the middle circle. At this time, the Chinese team is no longer pressing heavily. There are only three or two people pretending to play in the front court. The Italian team is also pressing forward, they need to attack and score.Gattuso took Zhuoyang's vital energy and breathed heavily. His lung was as hot as a soldering iron, which was put in the bellows. Eight Ye knows, after this game, no matter win or lose, I'm afraid I have to lie in bed for two whole days. But eight Ye is also proud. Looking at the world football, who else can defend Zhuoyang by himself to almost no avail? The only time that Zhuoyang picked up the bargain was caused by his teammates.

There is such a battle, though there is no regret in death.

Eight Ye doesn't want to die, because the game is not over, his task is not finished. In fact, Gattuso has already thought about it. No matter how he plays this year, he will quit the national team after the world cup. No matter today is the last game, or can defend the champion, he will withdraw.

In fact, maybe he would like to play with China as his last national team, because in this way, he can boast to his son in the future: do you know Zhuoyang? Just your uncle Zhuoyang. Dad, I got him crying in the last game.

Thinking of this, Gattuso felt that his vitality was extracted from Dantian again. He took a deep breath of the cold sea breeze in the South Indian Ocean, which made the burning lung a little fresh.

Zhuo Yang is not in a hurry. He has a lot of fun bumping around with the ball. Time is a butcher's knife. Pirlo can't let it go. He runs to join hands with Jia Baye to make an old teammate Zhuo Yang.

At this time, there was a sudden change on the field, and the eighth master hurt people by throwing concealed weapons.