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We need to strengthen our control in the midfield!! Men, did I say that you heard it? Nazio, your performance in the first half is like a soft macaroni!!! Look at what the Bosnian did?!!!”

In the locker room, Lippi's face was very bad. At the end of the first half, Ozil's breakthrough and the penalty kick created equalized the score. This made the Italian national team head coach who could have started the second half with a pleasant mood, feel angry, as if someone suddenly came on his proud cheek of Mr. Lippi!!!

"It's Bosnia-Herzegovina..." Ferrara reminded Lippi.**-**

"I don't care where he is!!!" The 'Silver Fox' waved his hand, "Anyway, Nazio, in the second half, you only have one task. Don't let Ozil be on your side, as comfortable as if he is in your own garden!!"

Lippi's words made Abate blush and his teeth bit his lip. Abate knew that if Ozil was still so unbridled and active in the second half, the head coach would take him from his position without hesitation in the next game...

"I will do my job well, coach!!" Abate nodded vigorously. The Italian man decided to prove to the head coach that he was not the kind of guy who talked big!!

Xiang Nan patted Abate on the shoulder, hoping that his teammates should not be too nervous...

In fact, Xiangnan was a little surprised at Ozil's performance in the first half. This Bosnian-English German left-wing player was simply a realistic version of the FM demon in the first half. He shot from a long time, broke through, passed the ball, and created a penalty kick.

And, if it weren't for the fact that Germany's Bymunich striker Thomas Muller was not in good condition today, Ozil would at least provide an assist...

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After the second half of the game started, the Germans began to appear in the Bodihai Stadium and the offense was as effective as the first half...

Earl slowly controlled the ground ball under his feet. He noticed that since the beginning of the second half, an Italian with a small flat head seemed to have eaten the vegetable field Popeye. He became excited and a little exaggerated. He stuck to himself tightly... This made Ozil, who had been used to galloping freely on the Italian right in the first half, feel very unhappy...

...

A beautiful shoveled the ball. Abat fell to the ground and dropped the earth under Ozil's feet. Then he fell to the ground and shoveled the ball to Aquilani. Fiorentina's midfielder immediately kicked the ball into the frontcourt with his feet and tried to counterattack. Unfortunately, his footwork was not mastered properly. The ball was attacked and Adler hugged the ball...

Smack sex!!!

Italian fans also gave their applause for Abat's outstanding performance...After the beginning of the second half, the Italians appeared. The first half made them afraid to have a guarantee on the right...

"Ozil is still young..." Rossi sighed in the Italian commentator's seat, but it sounded more like a gloating...

It is true that after the second half of the game began, Ozil, who started to hit a nail on the right, seemed to have faced Abat, and chose to continue to break through Abat as a breakthrough. However, Abat, possessed by Zanbrotta's soul at his peak, performed extremely strongly, and his attack and defense in the first half began to improve greatly...

In this case, Ozil's wisest choice was to try to avoid the excited Abate as much as possible. However, he chose the opposite approach. As a result, the German team's several attacks ended when they arrived at Ozil, and they were almost hit by the Italians... Although the Italians did not get any good opportunities, it was a big blow to the Germans who had already begun to get used to it, or rely on Ozil...

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Lof was sweating profusely on the sidelines and paced back and forth...

He felt that he was about to suffocate. The German head coach looked at it and was sitting steadily on the bench. He even started to cross his legs. He felt that the Italian in front of him was like a ghostly devil, entangled with Germany...

Since the semi-finals of the 2006 World Cup, the German team has not beaten Lippi Italy in the main stage of the World Championship... Last year's German 1: Italy friendly match, in the current view of Loew, is more like a torture illusion...

However, in fact, the Germans have no need to be too nervous at the 2:2 score on the field...

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In the 56th minute of the game, Andyas Baker knocked Pirlo down at the front of the penalty area...

Referee Hans awarded a free kick with an excellent position...

The German fans at the Baltic Stadium made a harsh booing sound and stood south at the free throw point. In the eyes of the Germans, it was like a rattlesnake that could slap on the Germans anytime, anywhere...

The Belgian referee who also awarded this free kick began to be scolded by the Germans, and he became the worst referee in the world in the eyes of the Germans...

Xiangnan stood at the free throw point... His eyes were so firm!!!

This is Xiangnan’s favorite location!!!

He frequently looked at the referee... The Germans were placing people in the wall...

The whistle sounds!!

Running up... The instep inside of the right foot was thrust hard into the middle of the ball... The upper body kept straight... The hands were spread out, like a soaring eagle...

The ball drew a wonderful arc and crossed the human wall...

"God!! Adler made a world-class save... He saved the German again... I have to say, God gave Adler an invisible arm tonight!!!" Rosie sighed regretfully...

"Tsk tsk... Look at Andre's annoyed expression, it's so heartbreaking..."

It was a draw. After the second half of the game began, Italy gradually took the initiative on the court, so Tosica rarely had the mood to joke Xiangnan...

Xiangnan was indeed quite annoyed. He hugged his head, jumped on the spot and let out a low roar... He almost thought the ball was in!

How eager he is to score!!

Desire for victory!!

Desire for a championship!!!

That's right!!!

I, Andre is here with the championship!!!

I don't need tears!!

unnecessary!!

Like it too!!!

Awkward!!!

My Cup of Life... Bloom...Opa's stage!!!

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Pirlo stood at the ball point and the corner kick was taken...

This is a tactical corner kick. Pirlo knocked the pier: he hit Marcisio. Marcisio stepped on the ball and pretended to cut in. Just when Baker came up to grab the ball, the ball had already reached Pirlo's feet, and Rlo rubbed a half-high ball...

In the stands of the Baltic Stadium, look at the performance of the black man, the man named Andre, has begun again!!

No!!!

No performance!!

Born to be not an actor!!!

This is a performance of the soul in the bones of a football player!!!

Isn't it?!!!

After leaning south on Mertesak and padding the flying ball, he suddenly leaned backwards and the ball fell down in time. He stretched out his right foot and hit the ball hard...

The lifted ball drew a wonderful arc...

Crack!!! Crack!!! Crack!!!

The flash lights behind the German team's goal flashed into a circle... like a dazzling meteor... falling perfectly...

Although Adler had tried his best to save... but because Xiangnan's unconventional back-hook shot was so suddenly he was powerless...

Just as the Italians were already cheering wildly in the despair of the Germans in the Baltic Stadium... the muffled sound of the "bang"... was like the bell ringing in the mouth of the heart that was about to enjoy the crazy passion of the lover...

"Look!!! Look!!! Look!!! God!!! He rejected an unparalleled goal!!! My God!!! This is simply cruel and unbearable!!!" Tosica's regretful voice, the sigh of the blue ocean in the night sky, gathered into a melancholy tremor...

Awkward!!!

After Xiangnan grabbed his head in annoyance, he rushed to the sidelines, raised his right arm in the stands of the Italian fans, and waved his viciously!!!

‘I want to score a goal!!! Even God cannot stop it!!!’ A voice sounded deep in the soul facing south!!!!

That's right!!

That's the passion!!

On the green field, it is my territory!!!

Crazy stomp!!!

Cheers!!

Screaming!!!

The sound of pounding the chest!!!

The feeling of volcanic eruption!!!

Italian fans throughout the Baltic Stadium made crazy sounds...

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The German record on the table made a terrifying tremolo... The man was so terrible... His fighting spirit was simply a nightmare for any team... As a record, he keenly realized that any passionate move of Andre, more importantly, the morale of Italy... It can be said that if Buffon was the cornerstone of Italy's calmness, then Andre was Italy's---

Aphrodisiac that will never expire!!!

That's right! Maybe, this metaphor is a bit vulgar, but it means that!!!

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In the 69th minute of the game, the German also received a threatening shot...

After receiving Schweinsteiger's pass, Gomez stopped the ball in his chest and turned around and was pulled down by De Rossi. The German team won a free kick about 25 meters away from the goal on the left...

Schinsteiger stood at the free throw point, next to him was Ozil... This forced Buffon to remember the goal conceded in the first half. He shouted loudly, signaling Sandton to pay attention to Ozil's possible shot...

The whistle sounded, and Schweinsteiger pushed the ball into the middle and Ziel had already bent his bow and arrow, swung his right foot, and shot with a strong and powerful shot... This time, Buffon was ready and hit the ball out of the penalty area with one hand...

Trosovsky stopped the ball from his chest outside the penalty area and rubbed the ball into the penalty area. Gomez gained the upper hand in the confrontation with Grinino, and was blocked by Chiellini, who was well-positioned, and then he was driven out of the dangerous area by Pirlo's big feet...
To be continued...