A yellow card!!

Diego smiled bitterly and came to the side of the court. He hugged Louisson for a while. Then he took the towel handed over by the team doctor and wiped it. The Brazilian fans in the stands made a huge call for the Brazilian team's goal-scoring hero...

Diego, who returned to the bench, looked at the stadium. He was frozen on the blue 9 black man on the stadium...

"Scary... Andre..."

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Qiao Wenke's big foot passes the ball in the air and draws a wonderful arc... This arc lives in the blue ocean...

Chasing south towards the ball. The shoe nailed it on the green grass that had been penetrated by the rain, bringing a long list of mud and water...

On the other side, Alves was also rushing towards the ball...

Xiangnan felt that his lung cavity was poured by the cold rain... he had difficulty breathing...

Although Xiangnan's speed was very fast, the 93-minute high-intensity run made him almost lose his strength... It is a man's excellence to support Nan and still fighting!

The desire for victory!!

Desire for honor!!

Love for football!!

It's like the last needle of vitamins. It supports this strong man!!!

However, the slippery grass also brought a lot of trouble to Xiangnan. During the acceleration process, Xiangnan slid under his feet and staggered. Although Xiangnan quickly adjusted and stabilized his body... the skin in the air was a little further away from Xiangnan...

Some of the Italian balls in the stands have covered their eyes and dare not look at them again... Without any surprises, once Xiangnan cannot catch the ball. If the ball is arrived by the Brazilian team, the whistle at the end of the game will sound...

This can also be said to be Italy's last chance!!!

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Cesar also ran out of the goal. He was ready to attack and pick the ball. In this way, it was the safest thing for Brazil...

In front of Cesar, Miranda, who was guarding tightly in the penalty area...

Cesar had been worried. The guy who shamed him. It was just that Xiangnan's foot just now slipped under his feet. It was indeed impossible to reach the ball... and Alves on the other side seemed closer to the ball...

In Cesar's opinion, this seems to have given the Pakistani team three insurances...

"Even if that guy is really a Martian... he has no choice!!!"

As Cesar expected, Alves ran 30 meters and finally caught up with the ball. Barcelona's right-back hesitated for a moment. Facing the slippery ball, he chose to pass the goalkeeper back. He topped his head... The ball flew towards the penalty area... However, Alves might have been a little scared because of the winter rain on his forehead... The speed of the ball slowed down a little...

This was just a small mistake... In everyone's opinion... Cesar, who attacked, could fully pick the ball in his hand under the protection of Miranda next to him...

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Didn't give up!!

Ander 010 made a wiping sound, as if stepping on the drums in Xiang Nanji's heart... This is Andre's World Cup...My World Cup...

Xiangnan almost instantly, a picture even sounded in his mind...a boy chasing football...a firm and happy smile on his face...

The dream of Andre’s World Cup…the gears of the Cup of Life…the rustling sound of shoe nails rubbing the turf…there is a tragic battle song…

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Chapter completed!