Romedal quickly sent a free kick. After two or three passes, the ball reached the foot of the young player Eriksen. The young man in 1992 stepped on the ball on the spot, turned around in one and a half, and his movements were very coherent. He moved away from the ball and was about to knock the ball to Paulson behind him. A yellow figure rushed over and tackled Eriksen to the ground.

It's still Pedro. Although the Spanish team did make a foul on this ball, Pedro's moves are still not enough to win the cards. This is how Spanish players are so old. Compared with World Cup rookies like Eriksen, the experienced Spanish players in the competition naturally give some pressure to their opponents.

Eriksen rubbed his rubbed legs, and his face looked a little hesitant. At this time, Romerdal walked over naturally, patted his shoulder, hugged him and said something in a low voice. Soon the discomfort on Eriksen's face disappeared. The Spanish players are indeed experienced, but there are also many experienced people in the Danish team. There is an old man in the family, and it is obvious that many of the Danish players belong to Yibao.

The Denmark once again got a free kick opportunity. This ball was closer to the goal than the one just now and had already entered the range of the Denmark team's shooting group.

"Damn it," Spanish goalkeeper Casillas cursed a few dissatisfaction. In Casillas's foul just now, it seemed unnecessary to Cassie. The little rookie was holding the ball with his back to the goal, and there was no chance to create a threat. Moreover, his next step should be to choose to pass back to his teammates, but now it has turned into a rather threatening free kick. "What a fuck."

Qin Tian and Romedal stood on both sides of the ball, and the two were talking in a low voice, and they separated after a while. They stood on both sides not far from the ball, looking at the Spanish goal very attentively, which made Cassi feel a little nervous.

The whistle sounded, and the two began to run at the same time. Suddenly, Qin Tian accelerated and passed the ball. Cassie's eyes narrowed unconsciously, "It was not the guy who shot, so..." A white figure ran out from behind Qin Tian, ​​quickly swung his calf, and pulled it on the middle and lower part of the ball. The ball "swooshed" from the turf, and flew towards the Spanish team's goal like a meteor.

Cassie was indeed fascinated by Qin Tian's fake shot, but after all, she was an excellent goalkeeper. She reacted quickly and moved quickly, lifted the ball with one palm off the crossbar, resolving an attack, and a corner kick! The Danish team had continuous opportunities to attack the set-piece.

Romedal quickly drove the corner kick. Bentner at the front point headed the ball and did not exert force. The ball did not fly towards the goal, but flew directly to the other side of the penalty area. However, Bentner's leaping did interfere with Cassi's sight. Glenchar, who was inserted at the high speed at the back point, headed the ball hard, and the ball was blocked by the Spanish post again. Pique quickly cleared the ball.

This kick created a murderous intent. The ball flew directly to the position that was almost at the center line. Ag and Villa jumped up at the same time to compete for the ball. Logically speaking, Villa did not have an advantage in size, but Villa was a very outstanding striker after all. In the place where the referee could not see, his elbow hit Ag's armpit. Ag suffered a pain and did not exert force on his waist and abdomen. Villa stole the ball away.

Villa skillfully crossed the ball and shuttled the Danish team's back defender who was quickly retreating, like a butterfly. Suddenly his ankle shook and the ball was divided into Iniesta's feet on the side. Mittiriga's robbery was obviously in a hurry. How could he be able to defend Iniesta? A sudden acceleration passed by the right back of the Denmark team and directly cut to the outside of the penalty area. Then a curved ball was hung into the penalty area...

"The opportunity for Spain, Iniesta, is extraordinary! Beautiful, changed direction, tangentially towards the penalty area, pass the ball! Shooting! Villa, got the first point! This time it was Sorensen, a great save, and like Cassi, to ensure the team's goal is not lost. The performance of the two goalkeepers has been really exciting so far. This time it is the corner kick of Spain, let's see how they handle it..."

The Spanish team's first corner kick was also a tactical corner kick. The ball reached Xavi's feet. Barcelona's heavy position gently tweeted with his right foot, then made a light trip in the middle, skillfully crossed Paulson, and then hung it towards the penalty area, a very high parabola.

Sorenson also ran early and made a prediction, and single boxing flew towards the place where the ball came, but...

Without snatching the ball, a white light flashed in front of him. The round elf was already rolling in the Danish team's net. Sorensen fell on the turf, feeling a little painful, and he didn't even dare to look back at the ball lying in the net. The Spanish fans in the stands were already noisy.

"Villa! Villa! It's enough to change a goal in the game, and it's done beautifully. When the game was in the 38th minute, Espanyol led the way." The commentator on the scene was full of passion, causing the Football City Stadium to fall into an "earthquake" again.

Qin Tian was still standing at a position coming from the center line. He saw it clearly just now. Sorensen saved the opponent's first shot, but the ball did not fly far. Villa suddenly rushed out and broke the ball directly. After only one step, he directly shot the outside instep, completing this attack.

Football City Stadium reached its first small**.

Looking at the Spaniards hugging each other excitedly, Qin Tian’s face was not good-looking, and he spat hard on the lawn. This is the game. Sometimes the offense and defense change is so fast, and the attack is not favored by others, the easier it is to succeed.

"It's okay, the game has just begun." Qin Tian no longer looked at the celebrating Espanyols, but focused on the gate guarded by the Spanish team Cassi.

Ag looked annoyed. He was negligent in the attack before the corner kick just now. Unexpectedly, he didn't watch Villa who had come out of nowhere again. Damn it. Olson next to him also yelled, "Ag, concentrate, why has it turned into a big wooden stake?"

The game started again, and the Spaniard, who had a goal in hand, began to focus on defending, while Qin Tian was their focus on defense. Sometimes Pedro blocked Qin Tian strongly, and even some small moves. Sometimes Alonso used his skills and height to get Qin Tian's progress.

Qin Tian was also a little angry when he was knocked down by the other party several times in a row. It can be seen that this was carefully instructed by the old guy on the sidelines.

Romedal sent a free kick and rolled the ball. He handed the ball to Paulson. Juventus' midfielder took two steps slightly, looked ahead and knocked the ball to Erikson. After Erikson made an action to pass the ball to Glenshare on the side, he poked the ball to Qin Tian with a toe.

Qin Tian leaned against Pedro, knocked the ball horizontally, then turned around, faced Alonso who was robbing, and quickly passed through. He looked like a killer with his fangs open, and a threatening killing move was lit up towards the Spanish goal. The Spanish-owned stand in the stands started to stir up.

"Damn it, stop that damn boy for me." Both Boske off the field and Cassie on the field roared at the same time. Then, Pique and Puyol rushed forward at the same time, like soldiers who were not afraid of any danger, especially Puyol, who was just aimed at Qin Tian's people.

However, Qin Tian was also not afraid of the opponent's robbery, and rushed up suddenly, pulled horizontally, poked his toes, and the whole person rushed up very quickly, and suddenly accelerated, his body as fast as lightning, which caused a burst of exclamations in the stadium.

"It's over again, Qin, the speed is very fast. Will he shoot? No, pass the ball, Bentner, Bentner, shot! Shoot! Haha, the ball entered, beautiful cooperation, perfect cooperation, huh, wait, what's wrong? Weber seemed to indicate that the goal was invalid. What's going on?" The commentator's original high-pitched voice suddenly stopped slowly, and he was also staring blankly at the direction of the Spanish goal.

Qin Tian rushed towards the referee like an angry lion, questioning repeatedly about what was going on, "Mr. Referee, this is a good ball, what's going on? What's going on?"

Bentner looked at the referee with an innocent face, meaning you can explain, there is something wrong with my shot, it's really inexplicable.

"You've fouled," Webber made a push gesture, "I can see it very clearly. When you caught the ball just now, your elbow was raised and you fouled. Haha, I can see it very clearly."

At this time, the slow motion shots on the scene were also played back. Qin Tian was extraordinary and there was no problem with passing the ball. However, at the moment when Bentner received the ball, he was indeed suspicious of being a squid, but the problem was that Bentner's body shape was like this. His squid was just an unconscious act, and it could be considered a foul or not, it depends on the referee's penalty.

In fact, Qin Tian was a little too excited. After all, the referee had the biggest opinion on the court. After all, he was a human being and occasionally made mistakes. But when it was a big deal, there was no problem with the penalty, but the team was behind and the finals were in the finals, so Qin Tian was anxious.

"Damn it, damn it, what's this look..." Qin Tianbian was pulled by Romedar while cursing.

"Qin, shut up, you're too nervous, do you know? The game is not over, there's still time, we still have a lot of time, don't worry," Romedar hugged Qin Tian's neck and shouted in his ear, "We need a calm leader, do you know? Calm down, we'll just give him one."

Qin Tian shivered as if he had been poured from top to bottom. He realized that he had almost made a big mistake. With a "slap", Qin Tian gave himself a mouth, "Thank you, I almost made a mistake. Don't worry, we will tie it soon, come on!"

Romedal smiled, said nothing, turned around and ran away.

Qin Tian's eyes were extremely firm, "This is my Hercules Cup. No one can steal me. Spain, be prepared. I'm here..."
Chapter completed!