"Hey!..."

The noise of the home fans is even louder. Some people even shouted to Wang Qi: "Come on, China kid, we are optimistic about you!"

"Extraordinary! Chinese kid! Don't back down, let Merlot pass!"

On the court, Wang Qi, who quickly regained control of the football, was spurred by Juventus fans, and the football really went to the Brazilian midfielder Melo.

In the World Cup in South Africa this summer, Brazil and the Netherlands in the quarter-finals, just because Merlot's reckless foul caught a red card, causing Brazil to lose at the foot of the Netherlands.

After the game ended, Merlot became the target of the Brazilian media and fans.

At the moment, Brazil's midfielder looked at Wang Qi who took the ball to himself. There was no wave in his heart. I saw that his center of gravity dropped slightly, and he had to wait for an opportunity to steal.

Although Melo often makes reckless moves in the game, his stealing ability can definitely rank in the top ten in the world today, otherwise it is not possible to be the main force of Juventus, nor can he win the main force in the talented Brazil team. position.

"Kids! Come over!"

Do not know what psychology, Merlot waved toward Wang Qi.

Damn, in order to please the home fans, you are so provocative!

Wang Qi took a deep breath and then took a breath and took a step forward.

When the two men are two meters apart, the outside of his right foot is jerked forward, and he will use his best speed to break through!

With speed? ! !

Merle's mouth is slightly upturned, and his right foot takes a big step to the left. He uses a precise card position to let Wang Qi understand the defense of the world's top midfielder.

When his right foot had not yet landed, a wind raised his forehead hair, and Wang Qifeng ran through his right side!

Merlot simply doesn't believe in her own eyes!

Just as he was stunned, Wang Qi took the football away from the air and smashed toward the other side!

Standing in the command area, Del Neri frowned, damn, this teenager is so fast?

However, he did not have a reminder of his team, he believes his players have the ability to complete the defense.

"Hey!..."

what?

Actually, Merlot broke through. Juventus fans were as uncomfortable as eating flies, so they made a louder cry.

These buzzes were given to Merlot, but also to influence Wang Qi.

"Passing!"

Not far away, Mikhainovic, standing in the command area, couldn't help but vocalize. In his opinion, Wang Qi is characterized by grabbing points in the restricted area, instead of such a long-distance attack.

However, Wang Qi did not follow his command and took the soccer ball to the Bonucci!

Mikhainovic couldn't help but shake his head, forget it, the king is still young, he is now a bloody punch...

Remind him after the game, and come across...

I rely on!

It's over!

It turned out!

On the court, Wang Qi once again broke through Bonucci's defense with speed and went to the restricted area!

At the last moment, the Allianz Arena was still screaming, and suddenly it was quiet at the moment. Damn, who can tell me, where is this Chinese kid?

Damn Merlot, damn Bonucci, you can't even prevent a little guy?

The Chinese students have turned red and their eyes are blooming. What happened?

What did I see?

Long-distance attack! ! !

Is this going against the sky?

Mikhainovic, standing in the command area, was surprised by the big mouth, wouldn't it...

He was rioting on the bench behind him. Almost everyone stood up, but they didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that it would affect Wang Qi who was taking the ball.

The Allianz Arena was thus caught in a strange silence.

"what happened?"

The Turin TV announcer said loudly: "This teenager from China has even beaten two old defensive generals!"

He simply doesn't believe everything he sees.

"blocking!"

On the court, Buffon, standing in the small restricted area, yelled at Chierini, who was heading towards Wang Qi.

Chiellini saw Wang Qi raise his right leg, stepped forward, and his heart fell, and his right foot stretched between Wang Qi and the goal.

Is this going to shoot?

He is going to block it!

Wang Qi seems to have known what he is going to do, the right leg that is raised suddenly decelerates, and the right foot that falls down is gently buckled on the right side of the football!

Fake shots!

The next moment, the football and Chiellini are interlaced, Wang Qi and the goal are on a path, Juventus middle door opens!

So calm? ! ! !

Juventus coach Del Neri, standing in the command area, moved.

The tension in Florence stopped breathing, and his hands shook slightly, the opportunity!

Great opportunity!

Great chance to equalize the score!

On the court, Buffon forced to suppress the waves in his heart. He had an illusion. The one in front of him was his nightmare - Ronnie!

Buffon suddenly rushed out, he wants to compress Wang Qi shooting space and angle.

Detained Chiellini, Wang Qi stepped forward, his left foot gently forward, and the football came to his right foot!

"Hey!..."

Wang Qi Yang's right foot is a kick!

The football flew up from the turf and flew towards the right side of the goal!

Buffon is the world's first goalkeeper. He prejudged Wang Qi's shooting direction in advance. When the football just flew out from the inside of Wang Qi's right foot, he jumped to his left!

"puff!..."

Between the electric and the flint, Buffon's left hand touched the football and the football changed direction to fly out of the pitch!

Sure enough, the world's first goalkeeper!

After Wang Qi sighed, he quickly yelled in his heart: "Time is back!"

There is not much time left in the game, He didn't dare to bet on the next time, there is no such opportunity to break, so immediately enabled the system capabilities.

Back in three seconds before the moment, Wang Qi raised his right leg toward the football.

He didn't control the footwork three seconds ago. He wanted to push the ball and turned into a half-air ball, which made Buffon complete the wonderful save.

"Snapped!"

This time, Wang Qi was very well controlled. After the football left the inside of his right foot, he ran the turf toward the lower right corner of the goal!

Buffon jumped toward football like he did three seconds ago.

Between the electric and the flint, the football flew from Buffon to the extreme left hand and flew towards the goal!

"Hey!..."

When the football leaps to the goal line on the inside of the column and drills the goal net, the referee sounds the effective whistle of the goal!

The ball is in?

The ball is in!

The Florentine fans from afar are crazy, they yelled wildly.

In stark contrast to them is the home fans, they fall into the silence of death, watching their goals with a dull look.

"Ah! Good ball! Good ball! Good ball!"

Mikhainovic's excited mouth is flying, absolutely flat!

The bench behind him fell into ecstasy, and Sefirovich stared at Wang Qi on the court. Damn, he actually scored!

He suddenly remembered what Wang Qi had said to him when he was on the court. He felt pressure and threats in excitement.

The same striker of course has competition, he started his own inaction, and Wang Qi scored less than three minutes to complete the goal, helping the team equalize the score.

This contrast is strong.