Lippi stood on the sidelines, spreading his hands, and was at a loss. He couldn't believe his eyes. Zhuo Yang scratched his head hard on the court, but he couldn't believe it, thinking that he saw a fake Pirlo today. Zhuo Yang wanted to do it very much.

Run over and grab the sleeping face to see if it was a teammate who pretended to be.

Pirlo directly passed the bottom line, and when the football flew over the goal, it looked like a happy lark.

Pirlo's pass not only scared Wang Dalei out of a cold sweat, but he thought he wanted to hang the ball, and everyone else was stunned. At this moment, not only the Chinese were questioning Pirlo's sincerity in the game, but even the Italians began to doubt Pirlo's

Does Luo plan to sell his owner for honor?

Pirlo was still as elegant and handsome as ever, and no one could see any guilt in his smile.

Three jokes were made by three passes. If you continue to play at this rhythm, Pirlo will not let Toti be beautiful after the game. A book "Sleeping Skin Joke Collection" will be released grandly. Zhuo Yang also thinks that Pirlo will pass like this again.

When you go down, the joke is light, it’s just shameless. What’s the name? Is it good to have no skin to sleep?

Pirlo did not let the joke continue. In fact, he didn't have time to tell. The fourth time Sleeping took the ball in the midfield, but was snatched by Shao Jiayi, who was not good at interception before it was passed.

This is not a joke, but a rebellious story, just like Lin Daiyu robbed Wu Song on the dark night, and Wu Erlang's sword was confiscated by Lin Meimei.

Linga's efforts to break into the depths of Italy alone did not wait for his teammates to respond. Cannavaro used his power to escape the danger in an extremely passive situation. Relieving the danger, the Card team supported his thighs with both hands and bowed to see the young master.

, her nose was panting like a steam train running.

Do you think Mr. Pi would apologize to him? It doesn't exist, Pirlori ignored Cannavaro.

When the next wave of offense and defense conversions ended, the game quietly came to the 82nd minute. Time was like the noose of death, which had already strangled Italy's throat.

Pirlo received the ball in the midfield, but he didn't stop or pass this time, but he took the ball leisurely and slowly. Zhuo Yang was very curious and wanted to see what kind of fool Pi was going to make this time, Chinese players

Only the newly arrived Wang Dong forced him forward.

When Wangdong was about to arrive, the sleeping skin was out, and a small parabola that seemed to be slow and slowly came out. It was not sharp but arrived in an instant, falling behind the Chinese team's defense line. Zhuo Yangxin

Said: Not good!

Quariarela stood out from the offside in the ribs, and shot directly without waiting for the ball to land in the penalty area. Wang Dalei jumped out like a grasshopper, magically rejecting the paranoia of football with one palm.

The football flew towards the waistline of the penalty area, and the second brother Meng fell from the sky. A light shot made the football jump into the goal from a small angle. 2:2, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Afterwards, Zhuo Yang thought about it carefully. Pirlo, who had not touched the ball seriously for more than a month, could find a feeling in ten minutes. It was actually not unusual at all. It only took four touches to restore the ball to its peak level.

It's the strength of sleeping skin.

But at the moment of losing the ball, Zhuo Yang, who was idle in the process, still had a numb scalp. He seriously suspected that Pirlo had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and was paralyzing the Chinese team with pretending to be a low-level and bad mistake. At this moment,

Zhuo Yang felt that Pirlo had learned bad things, his acting skills were bold and realistic and dark.

Meng's second brother scored twice, but even his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Pirlo. The passing of the ball just now had reached the micron level, and the ball's speed and arc fell, just like Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing"

, no more word can be added or decreased.

Pirlo was still expressionless, as peaceful as if he had just finished his afternoon tea after taking a nap.

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Zhuo Yang was a little overwhelmed. Even if he was not the best Pirlo, it would be enough to make Italy's offensive and defensive rhythm clearer, which would make their offensive levels richer, and the Chinese team would become more chaotic under Pirlo's dispatch. Although time is still the same

Short, but with Pirlo, everything seems subtle.

Zhuo Yang knew that he was almost completely locked by Gattuso today. The Eighth Master seemed to have no intention of living until dawn tomorrow. He was really hard to defend. Not only did he fight for his life, but he also spent the rest of his life.

In order to get rid of the Eighth Master's fairy and awesomeness, Zhuo Yang has run more than 14 kilometers in more than 80 minutes, which is far beyond his distance in other national team competitions, and even fails to see the data in the club.

But even so, the old-fashioned Master Jiaba did not collapse.

If you don’t collapse, I will collapse. Eighth Master, okay!

Just now, the two cotton swabs in Baye's nostrils ran away. One of them was fine, but the other was still bleeding. Baye didn't care, and the nosebleed flowed into his mouth along his beard and he just licked it and smacked his lips.

The referee must not ignore it.

Under Mr. Damon's order, Eighth Master ran to the side of the field in a panic and stuffed a new cotton swab. After stuffing it, he returned to Zhuo Yang. At the last moment, Eighth Master no longer abides by the constraints of the forty-meter area.

When Zhuo Yang enters the half, the Eighth Master will arrive as promised.

Zhuo Yang dribbled the ball horizontally in the middle circle again. At this time, the Chinese team no longer put a big push, with only three two people pretending to behave in the frontcourt. The Italian team also pressed very far ahead, and they needed to attack and score goals.

While entangling Zhuo Yangpin's vitality, Gattuso breathed heavily. His lungs were as hot as a soldering iron, and the fiery red soldering iron was placed in the bellows. Eighth Master knew that after the end of this game, no matter whether it won or lost, he would be.

I'm afraid everyone has to lie in bed for two days. But Eighth Master is also proud. Looking at the world football world, who can defend Zhuo Yang alone so that the whole game is almost useless? The only time Zhuo Yang got a bargain was still

The teammates' plotting caused.

In this battle, even if you die, you will have no regrets.

Eighth Master doesn't want to die yet, because the game has not ended yet and his mission has not been completed. In fact, Gattuso has already thought about it. No matter what he plays this year, he will withdraw from the national team after the World Cup. No matter today is the last game,

If he can still defend the championship, he will retreat.

Actually, I think about it, Eighth Master may hope to be his last national team match with the Chinese team, because in this way, he can brag to his son in the future: Do you know Zhuo Yang? It's your uncle Zhuo Yang. Dad, I'm here.

He was almost crying in the last game.

Thinking of this, Gatuso felt his vitality take out a little more from his dantian. He took a deep breath of the cold sea breeze of the South Indian Ocean, which made his scorching lungs feel a little refreshed.

Zhuo Yang was not in a hurry, and he had a lot of fun with Master Ba to collided with Master Ba. Time is a pig-killing knife, and Pirlo couldn't let the knife fall. He ran over and joined hands with Master Jia Ba to come and do it.

Once he got into old teammate Zhuo Yang.
Chapter completed!