Golden Greenery

( ) In the 118th minute of the China-Pakistan war, Zhuoyang equalized the score with a long shot, and the two sides tied at 4:4.

Fans all over the world cheered 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 in this World Cup, tying the number of goals scored four years ago and bringing his total to 30 goals in World Cup history. This is not something done by humans at all, he is God.

Some Brazilians are very reserved, such as Pele and Leonardo, and some Brazilians are very magnanimous, such as Kaká and Ronaldo. Together with a few Brazilian fans, they applauded Zhuoyang.

Gradually, the applause became more and more thunderous. This is not the first time Zhuoyang has conquered rival fans, nor will it be the last.

The applause of the Brazilian fans contained strong anger towards their own players. At this moment, they realized how tragic it was to have missed consecutive opportunities to expand the score, especially the two empty-net goals scored by Couture and Neymar.

After the restart, there were boos when Neymar took the ball.

Brazil is a kingdom of football and the strongest on the planet. Brazilians cannot tolerate being absent from the top spot in the world for a long time, whether as a team or as an individual. Although they know it is impossible, the Brazilian people still hope that Neymar can match Zhuo Yang, even if the gap is narrowed as much as possible, and then use his age advantage to catch up.

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

The insurmountable gap is truly despairing.

The boos at this moment were like a father lashing out at his son who failed to live up to expectations, which made Neymar very frustrated.

The Brazilians didn't want to take a penalty kick, but they no longer had the courage to take another one. Three minutes of stoppage time were given on the sidelines, but it was no longer a matter of time.

The Chinese team is determined to take a penalty kick. Wang Dalei, the "point-shooting monster", has already come on the court. Zhuoyang and his teammates will not use this short time to risk stealing one.

The Chinese team feels that Brazil is invincible, while the Brazilians see the Chinese team as an invincible team. They are deeply afraid of each other.

No one dared to make the other party crazy, no matter what, there was nothing they could do, and it became a tacit understanding to wait for the penalty kick.

Pengpeng started a new round of 'psychological suggestion' and kept saying to Tixi and Alisson: "Lao Zhuo's so-called bug is really just a bluff. No one understands him better than me..."

Zhuoyang conveyed confidence to his teammates and fans with a smile: everything is under control.

Let's get things done today!

'Beep! ’ Serbian referee Marzic blew the whistle at the end of the 120-minute game, and people all over the world ushered in a penalty shootout.

This is an epic battle, from before the game to during the game, thirty-six strategies, ups and downs, no matter how it ends, this game is the glory of football.

Another point is that this game was intense. The two sides competed for each other, and Jesus and Kadashi were both injured and ended up off the field. There were arguments, squabbles, and conflicts during the game, but neither the Chinese team nor Brazil had anything too out of the ordinary. Under the shock of Zhuo Yang, the boss of both sides, the game was ultimately a pure football battle.

Mazic did not show a single yellow card in the game.

As soon as the whistle blew, the team doctors, assistant coaches, and substitute players on the bench of the Chinese team were all like dogs grabbing shit. They grabbed a player on the field and put him down and began to massage and relax his legs. Eleven people were lying on the ground leisurely drinking water, while the technicians worked diligently.

For the penalty shootout, the Chinese team has already had very mature preparations and plans. Seeing that Zhuoyang was breathing well, Sforza said: "As prepared?"

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

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

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

"O Ji Ba K——" Marlow sang loudly. The most important thing in penalty kicks is psychological quality. Zhuo Yang definitely trusts Maro on this point. And Maro was obviously very satisfied with being the first to steal.

"Tiedan, you are second."

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

"Old man, you are the third one."

You Deshui said "yoho~~~" to express receipt.

"I'll play fourth," Zhuoyang said.

Everyone burst into laughter again. This move showed that Zhuo Yang predicted that the penalty shootout would be decided in the fourth round, and he wanted to finish it in person.

"Old Zheng, you are the fifth one to hold us back."

Zheng Zhi: "Absolutely no problem." Before Zhuo Yang, that is, before 2008, Dazhi was the Chinese team's chief penalty kicker. Although his scoring rate was average, he was reliable.

"Azhe, sixth."

"Xiao Hao, you are seventh."

"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, actually I can move forward." Wang Dalei said: "Otherwise... Tiedan, let's switch and let me play second?"

The guests and technicians burst into laughter again.

"Okay Dalei, it's mainly up to you later, don't compete with us for business." Zhuo Yang said: "You know everything you need to know. You knew how to play in South Africa eight years ago. I don't need to say more." . Remember, you can be as crazy as you want for a while, as long as you don’t foul, it’s up to you.”

"Don't worry, brother. I can only let one Brazilian guy in today, bah bah bah... but no one can get in, and there is no door."

"Hahahahaha..."

Compared with the confidence and relaxation of the Chinese team, the Brazilian team is also very active. The psychological master Peng Peng is taking the trouble to tell everyone that "there is nothing to worry about."

"Can we be caught in a blind spot? Of course not, we are all Brazilians. There are 100 million people playing football in Brazil, and the twenty or so of us who came out in the end, of course we can catch a blind spot even if we close our eyes, right?"

Everyone knew that he was talking nonsense, but this kind of nonsense was needed at this time, so when Pengpeng said something, the Brazilians collectively followed it, burning themselves to build up their confidence.

The Brazilian internationals are all veterans of football, and they know that sometimes deceiving oneself and others is more effective than beating chicken blood. Pengpeng is willing to be a political commissar, so everyone joins in to help.

In fact, if you think about it, there is nothing to be afraid of. Zhuoyang has bugs, but we have tricks. As Peng Peng said, as long as you aim at the blind spot and hit hard, you don't have to make five out of five free throws. It will definitely be no problem to hit three, and three is basically enough, because the Chinese team cannot score every one.

Zhuoyang's penalty kick bug saw through the penalty kicker, not the goalkeeper. The Chinese team's penalty kick player had no advantage. Alisson is a goalkeeper who is good at saving penalty kicks. As long as he saves two, the two sides will be tied.

If we had better luck, for example, if we scored one more goal or the Chinese team missed one, wouldn't it be a win?

The above three paragraphs are the self-psychological suggestions of Brazilians, not the author's opinions.

Political Commissar Pengpeng was spitting and foaming at the corners of his mouth. Head coach Tite frowned and nodded secretly.

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

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

"Neymar, second."

"Thiago, third."

"Coutinho, you are fourth."

"Fimi, fifth."

"Fernandinho, sixth."

"Marcelo, seventh."

"Douglas, number eight."

"Augusto, ninth."

"Marquinhos, tenth."

Whether true or false, both parties are confident at the moment. After a short period of trimming and registration, Mazic sounded the legal whistle, and the two sides walked to the center circle and took half of the seats.

Zhuo Yang wanted to give Wang Dalei clear instructions in the distant center circle, and the cameras also panned towards him. At this moment, Zhuo Yang is undoubtedly the big shot who can decide the outcome.

Is Neymar a big shot? It should be the same, Pengpeng, Tixi, Kuniao, flatterer, etc., etc., they are all big shots. Stories in the football world have always been decided by the big shots.

However, sometimes a little person, a very small person, even more insignificant than passerby A and bandit B, can also decide the outcome of what should be a thrilling penalty shootout.