Brazil's free throw first...

Pato stood at the free throw point and the ducks drew a cross in front of his own ground...

Pato assisted and shot the ball in the upper left corner of the goal. Although Buffon judged the right direction, the ball was too fast... The ball entered |!!!

The camera aimed at Dunga, who punched the bench on the roof!!! Her face was so congested due to extreme excitement!!!

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Pirlo stood at the free throw point. The Italian "Little Lion King" revealed a serious emotion... Pirlo took a look. Like a dancing python, Cesar was wandering back and forth in front of the goal. He looked at the referee Michel...

Michelle

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Pirlo assists... slows down... swings his right foot and shoots at the right side of the goal... Cesar pounces on the left side...

!!!

A crisp and dull sound hit the Italians

head!!!

"God!! The Italian's first goal was scored!! Andre Pirlo's penalty kick hit the right post of the goal... God... the sad Italy... Now the opportunity is in front of the Brazilian..." Phelps exclaimed...

The Italian fans' stands were dead silent. With the muffled sound... it was like a whip whip twitching the heart of the blue ocean...

Lippi looked serious and stood on the sidelines. She looked up at the night sky in Cape Town... as if she was looking for the answer...

Brazilians were thunderous!!!

Dunga raised his arm almost madly. Then, he looked at the Italian nodded with satisfaction... At this moment, Dunga thought his tactics were so correct. Although Brazil was so embarrassed in overtime... But as long as he brought the sixth World Cup trophy in Brazil's history back to China... all the dissatisfaction and doubts will be transformed into crazy praise...

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The first round of penalty kicks. Italy | 0:1 Brazil. The total comparison

4:5;

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The second round...

"Looking at the Brazilian now... Ellano is a little nervous... Ellano shoots... on the right... The ball is too fast... Will it go in? Will it go in? God bless Italy! Ah...!! The ball still goes in!! Gian Luigi has no choice... Qualiarera!!! Qualiarera!!! He is running up!!! Shooting!!! He succeeded!! He deceived Cesar... Italy scored the second penalty... Italy still has hope... Italy doesn't need tears!! No need..." Rossi is already crazy...

In fact, now, the entire Apennine Peninsula. The voice of prayer... gathers into a powerful gospel hymn...

The second round of penalty kicks: Italy 1:2 West. The total match

5:6;

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The third round...

Fabiano stood at the penalty point. Sevilla shooter drew a cross on his chest and then kissed the ball... The camera was closer and you could see Fabiano was even trembling because of a sharp nervousness...

He was really nervous...

Not far away, Italians formed a circle. Nan put on Pirlo and Ambrocsini's shoulders... Pirlo kept praying in his mouth...

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"Buffon!! Buffon... Ji... An... Lu Yi... Ji. Great save!!! Long live Ji'an Lu Yi Ji!! Long live Italy!! Italy is alive!!! Live... Living..." Rossi felt that the corners of his eyes were already wet... salty liquid seeped into the corners of his mouth...

Buffon yelled wildly at the depressed Sevilla shooter with a broken face... Fabi||No's penalty kick was relatively slow, but the Italian goal was blocked tightly...

Boom!!!

The Italian fans' stands roared in extreme depression...

On the side of the court, Lippi, who was like a rock, furiously furiously towards the sky... On the other side, Dunga's face changed...

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Rossi had already stood up from the commentator's seat at the Green Penalty Stadium and put the microphone beside his mouth. His whole body was tense due to tension...

"Giuseppe Rossi stood at the free throw point...he was running...shot...g...o...o...o...o...o...l!!! The ball entered!! Italy still hopes...and hopes..." Rossi waved his arms wildly. Not far away from him, Brazilian commentator Pereira took off his headphones and cursed...

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Baggio, the town of Cardonio, Italy, clenched his fists and stretched out. The blue battle robe in the TV screen... hurts forever... the cycle of history. 16 years

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After the third round of penalty kick, Italian University | 22 West. The total score is 6:6!!!

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The fourth round...

"Robinho!! He is running up!! Run up!! Shooting!…Great goal post!!!!! You are the commander who protects the Apennines!! Long live Italy!!!… Dali…ah!!…”

Robinho's penalty kick hit the right post...

Victory balance: tilt towards Italy...

Xiangnan took a deep breath and felt the feeling of depression... This feeling made him feel uncomfortable!!

Desire for victory!!

Now. It's one step away from the great victory of the great battle!!

A drop of water fell down the face of Xiangnan... I don't know if it was sweat or tears, or... just rain?

Qiao Wenke stood at the penalty spot...

"Jovenko...it's up to you!! Must bear the pressure...Italy's hope...Italy!!!" Rossi was praying...

Turbulent and trembling... "Ao ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah a

The genius Juventus midfielder with a sad face, hugged his head and walked back in depression. Tears of unwillingness slowly slid down Joe Wenke's cheek...

At this moment, Robert Baggio, who was far away in Vicen... suddenly felt a trance... followed by a sensation from the bottom of his heart...

"It's still...I haven't resisted the pressure..."

Penalty Battle. The fourth round of the game. Italy | 22 West!!

In this round, both sides with huge pressure.

Lost the penalty!!

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A trace of haze is like the sword of Damocles hanging in the hearts of people...

Kaka looked harsh. He reached the penalty spot...

The Italian fans' south stands were booed... The entire stadium was in unprecedented restlessness...

Kaka stood at the penalty spot. His face was a little nervous. He lowered his head and placed the ball at the penalty spot. Kaka started to retreat. One step, two steps, three... Then, the Brazilian kowtowed hard under his feet with his shoe nails... No one noticed that Brazilian flickered in the moment he raised his head. In his grim eyes...

Panic...

Buffon stared at Kaka with cold eyes like a loyal guardian... and kept jumping horizontally... trying to interfere with the minds of the Brazilians...

The Brazilian fans in the southern stands were quiet. The entire stadium was only the Italian fans booed and hovered in the air!!

"Kaka...Kaka...He is running up! One step... Two steps... Three... Hahaha! *****!!! Gian Luigi!!! Great Italian man!!! Gian Luigi saved!!! Italy! Italy!! Victory is in Italy's hands!!! Andre!!! Andre!!! Andre!!! An... De... Lie!!! Depend on you!!! An... De... Lie!!!" Rossi was completely crazy!!!

The Brazilian commentator, not far away from him, was covered in tears... unwilling tears of resignation. Slide down the wrinkles of this old Brazilian man...

"Ba...Si...Ba...Si..." A sad voice came out...

Kaka, who appeared first in the fifth round of the penalty shootout, shot into the middle... was saved by Buffon...

Now the world's human and local people are concentrated on the black man...

"His Highness Andre...Please raise your sickle!!g...o...o...a...a...a...l..."

The last one rang...the air filled with a sad smell...

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Going south slowly towards the entire green point, dozens of cameras on the court aimed at him. Follow him from the perspective of position!!

The flash can dim the entire bright starlight!!

Pick up the ball to the south, lift up the jersey, and wipe it carefully... a hot light radiated from your eyes-~

A man in love. The love that looks at his lover?

Are you a friend who is loyal to each other and a brotherly friendship that supports each other?

What is it?

What exactly is it?

The tremolo from the depths of the soul!!

Never mind!!
To be continued...