Chapter 220: Are you convinced?! (Second update, please give me a monthly vote!!)

When Manchester United's team doctor and unit price rushed to the stadium, the fans in the stands and the commentators on the TV were still discussing the incident of Chen Yingxiong knocking Park Ji-sung down with one kick.

Park Ji-sung is a famous player in football who dares to fight desperately, so he has the reputation of "desperately Saburo".

It was obviously because of this sense of responsibility and psychology that he was the first to rush out.

And even if he is violated, unless he is really injured, he rarely lie on the ground and pretends. He will always jump up from the ground and continue to participate in the competition.

So being able to knock him down to lie on the ground and unable to get up, it shows how powerful Chen Yingxiong's kick is.

In addition, when he was playing football just now, everyone heard the dull and powerful "Bang!"

"It's like a heavy truck running at high speed hit Park Ji-sung..."

"Did you hear that sound? It's that 'bang'!"

"I heard it too, it's so clear! God, how much power did the hero use..."

"The latest speed statistics are out. In Chen Yingxiong's foot just now, he shot a speed of 150 kilometers per hour! God... imagine that Park Ji-sung was hit on the highway by a car running at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour... I can completely understand why he didn't get up."

"Actually, I think Park Ji-sung is a little unfair, because even if he doesn't rush out, judging from the rising trajectory of the football, the hero's ball must be shot by the plane..."

But no matter what, Park Ji-sung was carried out on a stretcher.

In fact, he had woken up. He was just temporarily unconscious, his eyes turned dark and he did not fall into a long coma.

Before being carried off the court, he insisted on walking on his own, but as soon as he got up, his body softened and he almost fell to the ground again. His face was concentrated by the football shot by the hero, and he was a little dizzy for a moment and his mind was not very clear.

Of course, I couldn't get off the court, so I had to be carried down by a stretcher honestly.

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Seeing Park Ji-sung lying on a stretcher and being carried off the court, Ferguson's face looked very bad.

Leo Ferdinand was sent off with a red card, and Evans was still warming up and not coming back. Now Park Ji-sung is injured again, and Manchester United can only fight with nine people on the court.

But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that I don’t know how Park Ji-sung was injured and whether he could still hold on. If he couldn’t hold on, the first half would only start twenty-five minutes. Do I have to change two people in a row?

Damn, there is no worse game than this!

Now Ferguson doesn't think it's a good thing to lead Napoli 1-0 away.

Park Ji-sung was still on the sidelines to receive nervous treatment from the team doctor. He had woken up, so he was nothing more than testing whether he could still stick to the game. For example, he stretched out his finger and asked him what he was, asked his name, and then asked him to calculate a few simple math questions to see if his mind was in the same situation. Of course, he also had to use a special flashlight to look at his pupils to see if there was anything unusual.

After doing these things, I'm afraid Park Ji-sung has to take a break before he can continue playing.

Now Manchester United can only fight with nine people honestly.

The commentators were still talking about Chen Yingxiong's kick just now, and then imagine what would happen if the ball was stuffed on his face.

On the sidelines, Park Ji-sung is undergoing emergency treatment and examination.

On the court, Chen Yingxiong was re-placing the football. Since Park Ji-sung rushed out of the wall in advance just now, this free kick must be started again. This time Chen Yingxiong took the penalty.

Park Ji-sung was hit by his free kick but did not affect him, although the eyes of his teammates around him were no longer the same...

He carefully placed the football, then took four steps back, stretched his legs forward and stared at the front... But this time his eyes did not stare at the top of the human wall, but at the bottom of the human wall.

The kick just now hit Park Ji-sung was considered an accident. However, he also found that it would be difficult to kick the football from above and then score. His fallen leaf ball has not reached that level yet. Not to mention the free kick on the penalty area line, even if he retreats ten meters, he will not be able to do so.

So he planned to find another way. If I can't get through the top, will I walk from the bottom?

Just when he was playing a free kick just now, he saw that many people jumped up in the wall, trying to stop the football from flying over their heads. In this way, there was a gap below them, even if it was just a crack, it was a chance in Chen Yingxiong's opinion.

He is willing to try it.

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The football has been laid out, and the other party’s walls have been laid out.

This time, Manchester United still had a hard time setting it up for a while. When they looked at their appearance, they covered their bottoms tightly, with a nervous look on their faces, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Obviously, Park Ji-sung's fate just now had already shocked them.

Fortunately, the ball hit Park Ji-sung's face. What would it feel if it hit him directly on his balls?... No one would want to take risks.

So I'd better cover my crotch.

Not only do we have to cover our crotch, but no one will rush out to block it in advance. If one is released, I am afraid that Manchester United will change three people in a minute...

Manchester United players were afraid and nervous, waiting for the referee to blew the whistle.

"beep!"

The referee's whistle sounded.

Chen Yingxiong took a deep breath and started running.

The front is exactly the same as the previous ball.

But at the last step, it's different.

Instead of tilting his body back slightly to facilitate his right leg to lift the arc out, his body... pressed forward, overwhelming the center of gravity of his whole body, and then he took the right leg to come over and hit the middle and upper part of the football hard on his back.

Sure enough, no one rushed forward to block the eye, and everyone was shocked by Chen Yingxiong's previous kick.

But it’s not okay to stand there stupidly without moving as a human wall?

So everyone is very smart...just jump!

He jumped up straight up.

There was a gap naturally under my feet.

This action was done with the moment Chen Yingxiong played football.

So when they were in the air, they found that the football was not flying towards their heads, and a look of horror appeared on their faces - of course they were not terrified that the football was coming towards their crotch.

What they were frightened was that the football flew over almost against the turf!

Seeing this, the football rushed past their feet in a blink of an eye!

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No one expected that Chen Yingxiong would shoot the football from under the wall, and even goalkeeper Van der Sar did not expect it.

The human wall is blocked in the near corner, while others are guarding in a slightly remote corner, but it is still in the middle of the goal, so he can take care of whether the opponent is playing in the near corner or in the far corner.

However, his inertial thinking made him focus on aiming at the enemy.

This free kick is already very close to the goal, and on the penalty area line, it is basically about 18 meters. The distance of 18 meters is nothing to do with a person who can shoot at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour? It's not too big, in a blink of an eye.

Van der Sar watched the football suddenly qualify from under the jumping wall, and the shock felt as if he had seen a giant dragon rising from the bottom of the cliff.

He watched the football appear, but he was unable to make any saves because... it was too close!

The distance of eighteen meters, the human wall retreated for 9:15 meters according to regulations. In less than a blink of an eye, the football has crossed this distance, and it is less than nine meters from the human wall to the goal line. Such a distance is not worth mentioning for a football with a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour.

So Van der Sar didn't have time to react. His brain reflected it. He sent a save order when he saw the football, but his forty-year-old body could not react so quickly.

The football flew low on the grass and plunged into the ball net!

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"Ah...this...the ball is in! The ball is in!!!"

The commentator reacted after a brief shock.

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!!!gooooooooooooooooooool!!Naples!”

"They equalized the score! Hero! Hero! Incredible! His tenth goal in the Champions League this season! He finally surpassed Messi on the scorer list for the first time!"

"Ten goals in five games! I think even if God comes, it will be similar to his performance... It's really amazing..."

"The hero scored with a free kick? I'm not wrong? Has anyone ever heard that he is good at scoring with a free kick?"

"In order to surpass Messi on the scorer list, the hero has done everything he can, and even secretly practiced his free kick skills..."

Amid the commentators' exclamations and guesses, Chen Yingxiong did not open his arms and ran wildly, but stood there. He drilled his fists tightly, and then pounded his right fist up with force.

He lowered his head and made his right fist the only protagonist.

If anime fans see this posture, they may feel familiar - isn't this the action of Luffy and Princess Weiwei raising their left hand high and showing their signs to say goodbye at the end of the Alabastan story in One Piece?

Of course, Chen Yingxiong did not have an x-shaped tattoo on his arm.

For Western commentators, it is easy for them to regard this action as a demonstration with fists, which is a celebration of showing off.

But He Ping is different. With the significance of the previous celebration movements, he can already guess that - Chen Yingxiong is using gestures to count his goals, but the gestures he uses are all common gestures of Chinese people, and Westerners don't know much about it.

So according to his previous gestures, today's gesture is naturally - ten!

Yes, it is ten. Five fingers clenched into fists, ten!

I, Chen Yingxiong, scored his tenth goal in the Champions League this season!

Ten goals in five games!

you!

Accept it! No! Accept it!!

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Chapter completed!