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Chapter 163 Depressed

The game entered the third round.

"Both sides' performance was not ideal, and Oliver stopped them from finding a chance of winning and losing and entered the third round with the same score."

What the hell are you going to do? Beckham looked solemn.

In his more than 20 years of career, he has played tens of thousands of free kicks, but he is not as tired as he is today.

He felt that when he returned to the moment twelve years ago, he had to kick the ball under his feet in. He had a last name and no second chance.

The same angle and the same distance, but even if you kick in, you may not be able to win the game.

The mountains and seas were thundering outside the field, and the heat waves were rolling, but they could not alarm Beckham at all.

Kahn was ready to fight, no longer laughing and joking. Even if it was just an exhibition match, he had to have enough respect for football. At this point, his competitive state improved a lot, and his judgment on the ball's flight route and physical reaction were improved.

"Oliver, I'm starting." Beckham didn't steal chickens anymore this time and told Kahn clearly.

The human wall was replaced, and the 10 guys who came up seemed to be about ten centimeters taller than before, which invisibly increased the difficulty.

However, as long as the distance is far enough, this will be powerful for the free thrower and the ball has enough drop distance.

"The first time I saw David measuring the running distance like Cristiano..." Huang Jianxiang sighed, "This is not a show, he is very cautious."

"David! David! David!" Beckham has many fans in Brazil, and almost half of them are cheering him on.

"It's still so handsome!" Christina exclaimed. Beckham's free throw posture was so unique. In order to emphasize the speed of the naughty ball and the lifting degree of the arc, he had to try his best to twist the whole body and touch the ball sideways at a position almost at a zero-degree angle to the ball. This can maximize the internal rotation speed of the ball and thus increase the rotation of the ball.

Just like the Live 8 football game, even if his movements are done very quickly in one go, he looks very tall and handsome...

With the scimitar coming out again, Kahn must do his best! There is no secret to Beckham's free kick. But you must dive into the position in time.

Diao! The ball is hung straight on the upper left corner.

The upper left corner is more difficult to swim than the lower left corner. Because the goalkeeper cannot reach the upper left corner after flying, and the lower left corner can still swim, so even if Kahn judged the flight route of the ball correctly, he could only look at the ball and sigh.

Beckham clenched his fists and raised them into the air. There was no smile on his calm face, because this did not mean that he had achieved the final victory.

Although he was not wearing the familiar No. 7 jersey, his feet were still sharp. He was mature and he did not celebrate as much as before.

The first ball hit the target and continued to steadily occupy the first place in points.

"If Liu Hao cannot get the ball into the first shot, Beckham will enter the finals!" The situation may change, "This is not a penalty kick, and Liu Hao may not be able to succeed. He may be playing with fire and can't hold back!"

Yes, Liu Hao will be nervous too.

Beckham was able to get the ball into the first shot, which was somewhat unexpected.

The first kick is the hardest to kick, and he succeeded.

This means that he must succeed, otherwise he will really go back to China. We won’t watch the World Cup anymore. It’s better to go home to watch the big screen at the beer stall than to be on the scene…

For a moment, Liu Hao really wanted to stop his left foot and end the game like this. He also wanted to end the game as soon as possible, but he couldn't do it. Liu Hao was also very disappointed. This was not the game he wanted, nor the result he wanted.

Since you can win, why lose?

A habit of shooting with a left foot has formed, and he has to get used to kicking like that. Just like you are sitting in front of a computer and playing, you are used to lighting a cigarette with your last name. This habit is natural and cannot be forced at all.

The full moon scimitar on the left foot...

Kahn just saved the upper left corner of the goal, and this time he wanted to save the upper right corner of the goal...

But the same can only be seen in the air as the ball flew into the net.

He just did two stretches on either side!

However, such a destruction movement is not something that ordinary people can bear, and such a gate-keeping job is really terrible.

"These two guys really played the penalty kick! Divide evenly! Continue to the next round!" Huang Jianxiang exclaimed.

After gently wiping the sweat on his forehead, Liu Hao finally felt heavy burden, and Beckham suddenly laughed and walked up to congratulate Liu Hao, "Beautiful job!"

It is impossible to win the game so simply.

"Do you think that the game between them is not like a free kick, but more like a free throw game, and it doesn't even look like a penalty kick?" The male host of Global Sports Station suddenly felt that way when he remembered the US NBA final that just ended in the past few days.

"Child, these two guys are much more handsome than those muscular men, and they are not on the same level at all!" Christina still loves football players more.

There is no way, the game enters the fourth round, midfield shooting.

Kahn picked up the gloves and tops from the sod and walked slowly towards Liu Hao and Beckham. He could finally take a breath.

He doesn't need to guard the goal in midfield shooting. At such a long distance, only the hit rate is required. The goalkeeper is unnecessary. Unless the goalkeeper is a guy who is only 1.5 meters tall, otherwise as long as he jumps up and touches the lintel, he can prevent the ball from entering the net.

"You two guys, torture me to death!" Kahn had no strength to grimace, his face was very tired. He was so tortured by the two of them, and he still had the strength to do so. His body was almost broken, and he performed at six or seven levels. Today he was here to find abusive.

I unscrewed a bottle of water, drank it up, and then sat on the turf very easily, leisurely like an ordinary fan. Yes, he could finally sit down and watch the ball.

If I had known this, I would have let Lehman guard the gate. What would he be fighting with him? Kahn said with emotion.

Of course, Lehman refers to Lehman, who was competing with him for the main goalkeeper of the national team. Unexpectedly, they also became competitors in the free kick competition, and in the end Kahn defeated his old opponent, but the result was not as fun as Kahn thought...

The length of Pantanal Stadium is 108 meters. The midfielder's lob shot is not at the kick-off point in the middle arc, but dragged it ten meters later, that is, it is 64 meters away.

The ball not only needs to hit the goal, but also has different areas of hitting the goal and the scores are also different. In addition, two people rotate free throws, one goal per person, a total of five goals, and the one with the highest points wins. Since the two people had the same points before, the midfield scoring stage is actually a decision on the winner from scratch!

"I think it's not difficult for David or Liu. The difficulty is how to pull the points higher when hitting the goal. For example, everyone hits the goal, but one of them hits the dead corner, and the score in the dead corner will be five points higher than the one hitting the goal. The five-point gap is already big enough! It's equivalent to scoring at least one more goal."

In the first round, Beckham started first.

At that moment, it seemed like he was back in the away game between 1996 and 1997. When he got the ball near the midfield line and scored with a long shot, Beckham embarked on a star path...

Time flies, and it has been eighteen years since then. At that time, long hair was fluttering, handsome sunny, and now it was already a bald head, with a mature and vicissitudes of life.

What remains unchanged is the wonderful arc that cuts through the sky...

Seeking stability! Lao Bei's first shot was completely a perfect match, not pursuing angles, but only pursuing accurate surnames.

The ball entered the net without any bias.

"Five points." The referee stretched out five fingers.

"David, David, David!" Although it was just an ordinary shot, the cheers of thousands of fans had already started.

At this time, Beckham seemed very relaxed and always released a faint smile.

Perhaps by this time, he no longer pursues victory, but rather has a mentality of remembering the past.

"I grew up watching your ball!" Liu Hao's eyes were filled with emotion when he passed by him, and he said with a smile. That year, No. 7 began to be remembered, except for r9.

If you want to save some face for Lao Bei, you can't destroy the game in an instant! Although the speed dropped 64 meters away, the accuracy had no effect. Liu Hao weighed it in his heart.

The next moment...

The ball did not fly into the goal as people expected. The ball he kicked out was like a kite with a broken line. When he was about to reach the goal, he weakly deviated from the right post!

Liu Hao covered his mouth, frowned, and his expression suddenly became clear, as if this ball was not what he wanted.

"Oh! This guy actually got a flaw! He didn't hit the goal! It was so unexpected! It was so unexpected!" The Brazilian male host suddenly stood up and exclaimed, his face full of excitement, as if he had been expecting Liu Hao to fail for a long time!

"It seems that his strength cannot support the ball to reach the target in a very long-distance shot! But this is unlikely. Everyone can see the power of his shooting. Even the human wall is shot so hard that it cannot get up. Is it because there is a problem with the exact surname? Or does he deliberately want to kick into the corner of the goal and get tens directly? In this case, he is too reckless!"

However, Huang Jianxiang's expression frightened and became suspicious again. Could this guy have to make some tricks?

Beckham had already scored the second goal there, and the ball fell into the net like a precise missile again! He scored another five points steadily! A ten-point lead.

"David, David, David!" Although he was already an old man, there were many fans who were loved by female surnamed fans, and screams resounded over the court again.

"If Liu Hao can't play this ball, the situation will be quite dangerous," even Huang Jianxiang was nervous. The ball came to the fourth round according to the scheduled trajectory. He and Liu Hao had no pressure at all, but the situation now does not develop as he thought. If we can't win the championship, we will also enter the finals, right?

Liu Hao's second ball was kicked out, and the ball made people feel light again. It flew to the goal and was still in the same position. This time it was better than last time, but he still rubbed the right post and went out...
Chapter completed!
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