In the 118th minute of the China-Pakistan battle, Zhuo Yang equalized the score with a long shot, and the two sides tied 4:4.

Fans around the world were excited and were deeply impressed by Zhuo Yang, who performed a perfect hat trick of "left and right heads", including Brazilian fans.

This is Zhuo Yang's 11th goal scored in this World Cup, tying the number of goals scored four years ago and also bringing his World Cup history to 30 goals. This is not something that people do, he

It's God.

Some Brazilians are very reserved, such as Pele and Leonardo, while others are very open-minded, such as Kaka and Ronaldo. They and a few Brazilian fans applaud Zhuo Yang.

Gradually, the applause became more and more thunderous. This was not the first time Zhuo Yang conquered his opponent fans, nor would it be the last time.

The applause of Brazilian fans contained strong anger at their own players. Only now did I know how miserable it was to miss the opportunity to expand the score just now, especially the two empty goals of Kuui and Neymar, which was not in the middle of the game.

After re-teletting, Neymar actually booed when he got the ball.

Brazil is the kingdom of football and the strongest on the surface. Brazilians cannot tolerate absent from the world's number one for a long time, both team and individual. Although they know it is impossible, Brazilians still hope that Neymar can compete with Zhuo Yang, even if they try to narrow the gap.

Then take advantage of the age advantage and come back.

However, Zhuo Yang scored another 11 goals, which was a perfect hat trick in this game, but what about our Samba King Neymar? Do you really come to Russia to perform?

The insurmountable gap is really desperate.

The booing at this moment was like a father whipping his unscrupulous son, which made Neymar very discouraged.

The Brazilians don't want to give a penalty, but they no longer have the courage to play another one. The sidelines gave 3 minutes of stoppage time, but it is no longer a matter of time.

The Chinese team is determined to play a penalty kick. Wang Dalei, the "stop maniac", has already been on the court. Zhuo Yang and his teammates will not use this short time to take risks to steal one.

The Chinese team feels that Brazil is invincible. The Brazilians see that the Chinese team is a stubborn Xiaoqiang. They are deeply afraid of each other.

No one dared to make the opponent crazy. Whether it was helpless or helpless, waiting for the penalty shootout became a tacit understanding.

Pengpeng started a new round of 'psychic suggestion method' and kept saying to Tishi and Alisson: "Old Zhuo's so-called bug is really just a fool, and no one understands him better than me..."

Zhuo Yang used a smile to convey confidence to his teammates and fans: Everything is in control, and we will do it today!

‘Bee-Bee!’ Serbian referee Marichi blew the whistle of the 120-minute game, and people all over the world ushered in a penalty shootout.

This is an epic battle, from pre-match to mid-match, with thirty-six strategies, ups and downs. No matter what the outcome is, this game is the glory of football.

Another point is that this game is very fierce, and the two sides compete without restraint. Jesus and Kadasi were both injured and ended up in the game. There were disputes, saliva and conflicts in the game, but neither the Chinese team nor Brazil were too

Extraordinary, Zhuo Yang, the common boss of both sides, was shocked, and this game was ultimately a pure football battle.

Ma Riqi did not show a yellow card in the audience.

As soon as the whistle sounded, the team doctors, assistant coaches, and substitutes on the Chinese team bench were all like dogs robbing shit. They caught a player on the field and then started to massage and relax their legs. Eleven people were lying half on the ground.

Drinking water leisurely, the technicians work hard.

For the penalty shootout, the Chinese team had already had very mature preparations and plans. Seeing Zhuo Yang breathing evenly, Sforza said: "Come as you prepare?"

"Yeah. No problem, don't worry."

Sforza nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, then you'll be responsible for the order."

‘Tons and tons~’ Zhuo Yang drank a few more sips of water, cleared his throat and shouted loudly: “Maro, you are the first one.”

"o Jiba k--" Maro sang loudly. The primary psychological quality of penalty kicks was the main point, and Zhuo Yang would definitely trust Maro. Maro was obviously very satisfied with being the first to steal.

"Tiedan, you're the second one."

Zhang Linpeng raised his hand: "Leave it to me."

"Old man, you are the third one."

Youdeshui said "Yohe~~~" to indicate receipt.

"I'll play the fourth one." Zhuo Yang said.

Everyone burst into laughter again. This move shows that Zhuo Yang predicted that the penalty kick would be decided in the fourth round, and he would come to the end in person.

"Old Zheng, you can put the team on us, the fifth one."

Zheng Zhi: "Absolutely no problem." Before Zhuo Yang, before 2008, Dazhi was the chief penalty kicker of the Chinese team. Although the goal rate was average, he was reliable.

"Azhe, sixth."

"Xiao Hao, you are the seventh one."

"Basket (Alan), eighth."

"Nick (Li Ke), ninth."

"Xiao Jiang (Guangtai), tenth."

Everyone agreed one by one, and goalkeeper Dalei was naturally the eleventh.

"Brother Zhuo, I can actually go ahead." Wang Dalei said: "Or... Tiedan, let's change it and let me kick the second one?"

The guests and the technician burst into laughter again.

"Okay, Dalei, I will mainly depend on you later. Don't compete with us for business." Zhuo Yang said: "You can do it. Eight years ago, you knew how to play in South Africa. I don't need to say more. .Remember, you can be crazy as you want, as long as you don’t foul, let you.”

"Don't worry, brother. Today I will at most let the Brazilian enter one, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir."

“Hahahahaha…”

Compared with the confidence and relaxation of the Chinese team, Brazil is also very active, and the psychological master Pengpeng is tirelessly telling everyone that "there is nothing to be over."

"Can we get a blind spot be difficult? Of course no, we are all Brazilians. There are 100 million people in Brazil playing football, and in the end we have 20 of us. Of course, we can get a blind spot if we close our eyes, right?"

Everyone knows that he is talking nonsense, but at this time he needs such nonsense, so when Pengpeng says something, the Brazilians collectively fit the sentence, and they burn themselves to establish their confidence.

Brazilian international players are all old players who play football. They know that sometimes deceiving themselves is better than sucking chicken blood. Pengpeng is willing to be the political commissar, so everyone can only pick up firewood.

Actually, there is nothing scary about it. Zhuo Yang has a bug, but we have footwork. As Pengpeng said, as long as you aim at the dead corner and draw forcefully, you don’t need to hit five free throws, and you will definitely have no problem hitting three, and the three are basically the same. That's enough, because it's impossible for the Chinese team to enter every one.

Zhuo Yang's penalty shot bug    The one who sees through the free thrower, not the goalkeeper, the Chinese team's penalty shot has no advantage. Alisson is a goalkeeper who is good at saving penalty. As long as he saves two, both sides can tie.

If we have a better luck, for example, if we get one more, or the Chinese team will beat one, wouldn’t we win?

The above three paragraphs are self-psychological hints that Brazilians are mumbling, not the author's comments.

Pongpeng's political commissar spitted everywhere, and the corners of his mouth were covered with white foam. Head coach Titt nodded secretly with his eyebrows locked.

"Well said, David. Come and punish us for the first one."

Pengpeng: "...Okay, OK." Swallowed: "No problem, no problem--"

"Nemar, second."

"Thiago, third."

"Coutinho, you are fourth."

"Feimi, fifth."

"Fernandinho, sixth."

"Marcelo, seventh."

"Douglas, eighth."

“Augusto, ninth.”

"Marquinhos, tenth."

Regardless of whether it is true or false, both sides are full of confidence at this moment. After a brief renovation and registration, Ma Ri sounded a strange sound of the whistle, and both sides walked towards the central circle and each side was halfway.

Zhuo Yang wanted to give clear instructions to Wang Dalei in the distant middle circle, and the camera also shook at him. At this moment, Zhuo Yang was undoubtedly a big shot who could decide the outcome.

Is Neymar a big shot? It should be, too, Pongpeng, Tishi, Kui, flattery, etc. They are all big shots. The story of the football world has always been determined by big shots.
Chapter completed!