The World’s First, Second and Third are Me

　　 "I kick the first."

Dong Fangzhuo is very determined to list himself as the first person to take a penalty. This does not need to be considered. His penalty shots are all made. He does not take the penalty. Whoever takes the penalty, just like the opposite, Cristiano Ronaldo is definitely the first one. .

In the 2012 European Cup semi-final penalty shootout, because Ronaldo did not stand out first, but chose the fifth appearance. As a result, he did not even take a penalty with Spain's penalty shootout. Because the first four rounds were over, Cristiano Ronaldo was ridiculed by Messi fans for saying that he did not dare to take a penalty. In fact, Cristiano Ronaldo wanted the last penalty to resist all the pressure.

　　 As for the second one, he is a little bit unsure. Feng Xiaoting, Zhang Lin, Yang Liyu and Huang Bowen also have to consider who punishes the last one, and the last one is more stressful than the first one.

　　 "Let's come," Yang Liyu volunteered and seemed confident. The second penalty was relatively stress-free, but he was able to stand up actively at this age, and his courage was enough.

　　 "OK, that's you."

　　 "Feng Xiaoting, you kick the last one."

　　 Dong Fangzhuo suddenly looked at Feng Xiaoting, Feng Xiaoting can be said to be his closest comrade-in-arms, and it was no problem to hand over the best and difficult task to him. Of course, once Feng Xiaoting couldn't score, Feng Xiaoting also had to bear great consequences. Of course, Dong Fangzhuo asked him to kick, and Dong Fangzhuo had the greatest responsibility.

　　 In this case, the third and fourth arrangements are much simpler.

　　 "Huang Bowen, you kick the third."

　　 "Zhang Lin, you kick the fourth."

　　Just like that, Dong Fangzhuo arranged the order. The other teammates started to walk towards the middle circle arc, and Feng Renliang was helped by his teammates and walked over, forming a row in the middle circle arc.

　　 Dong Fangzhuo walked to Li Xuepeng, "If you need the sixth one, it's you."

　　 "You are the seventh," he pointed to Wang Gang.

　　 "......"

　　……

　　Although there was very little kick to the tenth round, Dong Fangzhuo confirmed with everyone.

　　 Portugal is a bit slower, Santos is still picking.

　　 The first one must be Cristiano Ronaldo, the second one looks like b-seat, and then there are three other players who keep up with Cristiano Ronaldo's pace, namely Pepe, Mario and A-seat.

　　 It seems that the quintuple has also been determined.

After confirming the order of free throws, the head referee called c Luo and Dong Fangzhuo together. Obviously, toss a coin to choose who will take the penalty first. As a result, Portugal gets the penalty.

　　 "We see now that Zeng Cheng has come to the goal kick, Portugal will take the penalty first, Cristiano Ronaldo is the first."

　　 "Cristiano Ronaldo's penalty missed rarely, did Zeng Cheng hope to save it?"

　　 "In the mid-circle arc, the players on both sides were arranged in two rows, each closely connected. But on the Portuguese side, Fonte turned behind him."

　　 "There are no players like this on the Chinese side, but Wei Shihao has been hiding from the bench, he did not dare to watch the penalty shootout."

　　 "Zeng Cheng was already on the goal line, he tried to wave his arms to interfere with Ronaldo,"

　　 The eyes of fans all over the world now fell on Ronaldo.

With a beep, Ronaldo wiped the sweat from his face and took a deep breath before running up. Obviously, his pressure was also quite huge. Even the top three stars in the world, he also felt great pressure.

　　 In the end, he chose to push the shot to the bottom right corner of the goal, and Zeng Cheng turned back. The ball speed is not very fast, but the angle is tricky to the extreme, even if Zeng Cheng pounces in the right direction, the probability of pounce is almost zero.

　　 Drink! Ronaldo waved his right fist fiercely, releasing the pressure on his body instantly.

　　 "Unfortunately, Zeng Cheng did not judge the right direction, Portugal temporarily led 1:0 in the penalty shootout."

　　 "It doesn't matter, we have Dong Fangzhuo. Dong Fangzhuo's penalty is not a tenure, but a 100% hit. At least in the first round, we are very calm!"

　　C When Luo passed Dong Fangzhuo, he gave Dong Fangzhuo a meaningful look.

　　 Dong Fangzhuo ignored him and went straight to the penalty point. Unlike Ronaldo who had so many actions and ideas, as soon as the whistle sounded, he kicked the ball directly into the upper right corner of the goal!

　　 "1:1."

　　 "The pressure is still left to their respective teammates, and four penalties after the victory."

　　 Passing by Zeng Cheng, Dong Fangzhuo gently embraced Zeng Cheng.

　　 "Come on!"

　　 At this time, no one can help Zeng Cheng, only Zeng Cheng himself.

　　Zeng Cheng once again stood in front of the goal, this time facing Manchester City midfielder b seat.

　　 The whistle sounded, and b seat and Dong Fangzhuo also chose the upper right corner of the goal. Zeng Cheng was right this time, but it was too far from the ball!

　　 2:1, Portugal once again led the Chinese team.

　　 Portuguese fans once again made a huge cheer. This sound penetrated into Yang Liyu's ear, making his breath heavy. Taking a step forward, he felt his legs seemed to be dragging hundreds of pounds. Suddenly, he regretted that he took the initiative to apply for a penalty kick.

　　 But at this time, there is no possibility of doing arrogance!

　　 Isn't it just a kick?

　　 Like his predecessors, he habitually spit a spit on the turf and then bravely walked into the big restricted area.

　　 He never looked at the Portuguese goalkeeper. After putting the ball on the penalty spot, he pulled back the distance of the run.

　　 "Hey, rookie, look here!"

　　Patricio is provoking him.

　　 "Look, you're scared."

　　 "You don't even dare to watch the goal, give it up, you can't."

　　 "You will kick this penalty kick!"

　　Patricio continuously stimulated Yang Liyu with words.

　　呸~www.wuxiahere.com~ Yang Liyu vomited again, almost spitting at the referee's feet...

　　 beep,

　　 The whistle still sounded, and Yang Liyu quickly started on the spot and rushed towards the ball.

　　 slammed the ball with his right foot.

　　 The ball goes straight to the middle of the goal! There is no angle at all.

　　 And Patricio had flown to the left, he was deceived, although Yang Liyu's shot really did not have a standard.

　　 "Yang Liyu!"

　　 "He shot the ball firmly into the middle of the goal!"

　　 "2:2!"

　　 "His courage is commendable! At this age, dare to stand in front of the penalty spot of the World Cup finals, few people can do it. Look at Wei Shihao, he is now hiding on the bench and has never dared to watch..."

　　 After the goal, Yang Liyu ran to Patricio and marked English.

　　 "Did you see it! Can I score your goal?"

　　 "Rookie!"

　　 "You wait for your nose to cry!"

　　Yang Liyu will also play psychological warfare, with his index finger on his face, taunting Patricio, this is also to help the teammates coming up to decompress, and also put pressure on Patricio.

　　 "Now, it depends on the third round. It is Mario from Portugal."