"Elevator ball."

After Zheng Zhi got up, he put the ball back to the foul spot. No one would come to grab a free kick at this distance, even Recoba who could play could only stand on the side.

It was the Romans' turn to be nervous. Zheng Zhi's free kicking skills were also top-notch. His own elevator ball skills were already famous all over the world. When he stood in front of the ball, it was a more terrifying existence than Batistuta.

Beep,

The whistle sounded, but Zheng Zhi just glanced at the goal, rushed up here, locking the ball in front of him.

Human wall?

That's just a waste of time and no ball was blocked.

A sharp arc passed through the quiet night sky, slashing towards the upper right corner of the goal, and just like any free kick in the past, it was directly hung into the goal.

"The ball is in!!!"

"The ball is in!!!"

"The ball is in!!!"

"Zheng Zhi!!!!!!"

"Zheng Zhi!!!!!!"

...

...

boom--

The Meazza Stadium finally boiled again, and the Inter Milan fans who had held their breath before made deafening cheers.

It turned out that waiting was so short? The shock of falling behind lasted only less than five minutes, and Zheng Zhi equalized the score with the elevator ball.

After scoring the goal, Zheng Zhi rushed to the bottom of the North stand, waved his right arm hard, and shouted...
Chapter completed!