Reborn on Top of Football Chapter 216

Wang Ai's shot was a great shot, of which Figo had a responsibility. Although no one dared to blame the last year's world footballer, Figo himself knew that he despised the small Chinese player and did not treat him. Carry out the proper close-in spotting. Fortunately, the South Korean referee is really good. Otherwise, the value of this little guy will rise at least one million euros because of this shot, because I am the new world footballer to personally serve as the background board!

Shameless! Fortunately, I didn't enter. Otherwise, when the whole world took him to heaven, I must have laughed at me endlessly, especially the **** "World Sports News"!

This endless shot, although it did not change the score, changed the atmosphere of the game, and by the way ignited the Chinese team's enthusiasm for offense.

Figo couldn't care less about his status as the World Footballer, almost staying close to Wang Ai inch, even when Rui Costa launched a threatening attack on the Chinese goal again, he didn't come forward to help.

"Louis, would you like to wait for the game to end if you want a jersey?" Wang Ai resignedly mocked Figo with a serious look.

Figo shrugged. I haven't seen anything funny about the old fritters on the stadium. As long as you don't lose your big face, it's nothing to lose a little face. This is called dedication!

Once again, the ball was passed back by Wang Ai helplessly under the entanglement of Figo, and it transitioned without any threat.

"Zhao brother, a hooligan is blocking me." Wang Ai suddenly waved and shouted at Zhao Junzhe.

Zhao Junzhe turned around for a moment, half of the Chinese team laughed and could enjoy the glorious things of the world footballer's personal staring. You don't say that you take the opportunity to say two good words and then mix a jersey with someone else.

Figo didn't know what Wang Ai shouted, but the expressions on the faces of other Chinese players knew that it was by no means a good word. But before he used his actions to maintain the dignity of his world footballer, his body collided heavily with a person, but Wang Ai, who was guarded by him, escaped.

The Chinese team's No. 15 sticks to itself like the bubble club. Now it is not how to catch the Chinese No. 44 but how to get rid of the Chinese team's No. 15.

For a moment, Wang Ai of Figo shook his eyes for a moment, and now it is less than five minutes. It is estimated that the warm-up game will not give any stoppage time. He glanced back at Zhao Junzhe, who was thrown hard by Figo. It's time to hurry up.

Reaching for the ball, Qu Bo scored the ball to Wang Ai, Wang Ai took the ball directly to break through, aunt, came up to Portugal. Wang Ai made a rush, but took the opportunity to cross to Qu Bo. Qu Bofu reached his heart and immediately passed back. Just when Wang Ai rushed through two Portuguese central defenders, at this time Wang Ai had two left in the restricted area. It was a central defender, but Wang Ai was also under the bag of the four central defenders. Wang Ai took a step, but the opponent blocked the shooting line deadly. Wang Ai continued to traverse, but ran to the bottom line.

Facing the bottom line, Wang Ai turned to the left, trying to take the ball out again to plan the attack again. When the defender behind was relieved, Wang Ai stepped out of the right foot across the football, but left foot secretly The football slumped to the right and back, and Qu Bo in the penalty area just caught up, and he shot hard against the ball.

The goal was too close, the Portuguese central defender and the goalkeeper could not react at all. The football slammed into the goal, causing a heavy wave of the net.

After scoring, most of the Chinese team members looked at the head referee, South Korean Kuan Jung-cheol. He was frightened, and the whistle was already slammed. As a result, the goal was blown.

Qu Bo rushed to Wang Ai. He claimed to be chasing the wind. At that speed, Wang Ai was still stupid. When Qu Bo opened his mouth and shook his tongue, he hurled over 180 meters. Just call out "Don't ..." and TM called Qu Bo hit and fly.

Mom! I'm still too light.

The audience cheered, and the Chinese team bench Xi Qi stood up to applaud the wonderful cooperation of the two young players of the Chinese team. These two people basically represent China's most powerful young generation. As a result, the two of them teamed up and broke through the Portuguese team's gate.

A few minutes later, the Chinese and Portuguese teams accepted the cheers from the fans on the spot. Unlike the Portuguese team who quickly returned to the locker room, the Chinese team went around for a week, as if they had won the game. Portugal, which can lose as much as 1: 2, is indeed worthy of joy, which is different from last year's Qubo 's 1: 2 loss to Argentina. Argentina is now out of touch.

Nan Yong shook hands with the internationals side by side, especially with Qu Bo, and was very enthusiastic. After speaking for a long time, Wang Ai nodded, and said "good performance" and then confused.

Sure enough, no one took it seriously without breaking the door. It's too realistic!

This game was broadcast live on CCTV. Both Wang Ai 's friends on CCTV and guest guests commented that Wang Ai was the key to the situation of the Chinese team in the last fifteen minutes, especially through the video playback. When the hook is a good ball, there is even a lot of pity in the country. Host Zhang Bin took the opportunity to call Wang Ai's cell phone.

Wang Aizheng took a shower and heard Sun Yi calling himself, as if there was something urgent, and he didn't think of so much directly holding a plastic bag and holding the phone, at this time Sun Yi wanted to say anything too late.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, what is it?"

Wang Ai's grinning voice sounded during the live broadcast, Zhang Bin's face was a puff, and the guide behind the camera was concealed, and the guide made a gesture: I told his assistant that this was a live broadcast.

Zhang Bin glanced at the guests and audience at the scene, and found that everyone was holding their necks silently and listening, as if interested in listening to what this genius boy would say in private. Signal that you do n't need to pinch it off first.

This is also the reason why Zhang Bin and Wang Ai have a very good relationship. Otherwise, if you put the two in private on the live broadcast, this is going to turn your face.

"Xiao Wang, you scored beautifully just now."

"Ha ha ha ha, of course!" Wang Ai's laughter was particularly loud in the noisy Chinese locker room.

"Unfortunately I didn't enter."

"Ah, haha, ah, all right."

"But after I replayed the video, I found that it was a misjudgment."

"Hahaha, what I said."

"But you seem to be miserable by Qu Bo."

"what……"

"But it's really exciting that you can compete with Figo for so many rounds ..."

This time Wang Ai was silent, dozens of pairs of eyes in the live room stared at the teasing fat man.

For a long time, Wang Aiyou's voice came: "Wang brother, you stick me down and hold me up again, hold it up again, hold it up again, hold it down again, you are a tumbler, fun, right? Haven't played it, okay. Wait and see, I'm going to accept your interview next time! "

"Oh, Xiao Wang, I forgot to tell you, we are broadcasting live on TV now."

This time is longer silence and unstoppable laughter in the live broadcast room. Everyone in the show group Zhang Bin knows that the two have a good relationship. Usually, he always talks on the phone. As long as Wang Ai returns to Beijing, he will eat Zhang Bin. . Of course, most of the time in the CCTV canteen, this fat man clasped. So they are not afraid of Wang Ai turning his face, they are just curious how Wang Ai will respond.

Originally, Wang Ai thought Zhang Bin was joking with him, but when he heard the laughter from so many people, he knew he was pitted. Defend against all kinds of defenses, or ask this big overcast person to figure it out. Wang Ai flashed his brain and recalled to see if he said nothing too much.

It took a long time for Wang Ai's voice to ring in the live broadcast room: "The director of the program, I asked to be replaced, and the host, this host is too unprofessional."

Zhang Bin replied calmly: "Okay, guest Wang Ai, replace now. Jianhong, Jianhong, you come to interview."

"Liu Jianhong is also here?" Wang Ai said in surprise.

"Yeah, keep listening." Zhang Bin calmly.

"Yiqiuzhi!" Wang Ai sighed.

Chapter end