A sliding tackle at the beginning, I am a star in Great Britain

Chapter 162 They are kicking something new!Guess how I kick it?
"Oh!"

The football was shoveled fiercely by Alonso, and Wang Shen was also knocked to the ground by him.

10 minutes into the second half of the game.

10 minutes.

Spain didn't attack much.

Their style of play is also very un-Spanish.

Only Wang Shen himself was knocked down twice by Alonso.

During this period, Busquets also slid towards him ferociously, but Wang Shen jumped past him lightly.

The ferocity shown by Spain in the second half was something Wang Shen had never seen before.

They're kicking something new!

Wang Shen made such an evaluation from the bottom of his heart, the changes in Spain made him feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

Don't talk about him.

Even the commentators are very uncomfortable.

"Alonso knocked Cole over..."

"Iniesta actually slid..."

"Cesc Fabregas is wrestling with Wang Shen..."

The actions of the Spanish players are surprising.

No one understands why they gave up their best pass control and chose the English style of play instead.

confrontation!

Defense!

Fight back!

England was kicked a bit confused.

But fortunately, Spain's offense is not very good.

They are good at kicking and controlling, but defensive counterattacks and long passes...

England will never lose to Spain, who are far inferior to them, at what they do best.

But 10 minutes passed.

Wang Shen also understood the meaning of the opposite party.

Leading by one goal, Spain is in no hurry.

Taking advantage of the beginning of the second half, England faced off.

Killing their vigor can delay the time.

Why not?
"here!"

Knowing the other party's intentions, Wang Shen boldly intervened.

Since you are going to fight back.

Then I will always give you a chance.

While running, he asked for the ball from Ashley Cole on the left, and Wang Shen pushed forward as soon as he got the ball.

At this time, he has Iniesta behind him and Busquets in front of him.

But Wang Shen didn't panic at all.

Sink your shoulders to the left, and kick your left foot back.

Wang Shen crossed the football with his right foot without hesitation before Busquets, who was not overwhelmed, wanted to poke the football away.

Along with that, his body also completed a 180° rotation.

Semi-circle……

A circle...

two laps...

A series of two weird Marseille roundabouts failed to make Wang Shen escape from the pincer attack of the two.

But not in a hurry.

Turning around, Wang Shen flicked the ball to the left with his right foot.

Before Busquets tried to block his breakthrough to the left, Wang Shen quickly flicked the football with his left foot.

"Oh!"

The football changed direction quickly and flew out from the left of Busquets.

Wang Shen chased after the football, but felt the confrontation behind him as soon as he took a step.

It's Iniesta!
He is a master of fried meatballs, and he has been guarding against Wang Shen's tricks for a long time.

But Wang Shen was not afraid of his confrontation.

Instead, feel the direction of the confrontation and actively block the opponent's forward route.

It makes him look.

It was like running forward with Iniesta half on his shoulders.

After two steps, Iniesta reluctantly opened his hands and slowed down.

He turned his head and glanced at the referee, indicating that he had not fouled.

Wang Shen has escaped his control and continued to sprint towards the front of the penalty area.

At this time, Busquets, who had just lost his position, had come to his left front, forcing him to rush to the right front.

And Alonso was waiting there early, trying to close the door with Busquets.

Wang Shen glanced forward.

The tight spaces are completely devoid of passing lanes.

"Bang! Bang!"

Before the two closed the door, Wang Shen tried fried meatballs again.

But his movement is obviously not as good as Iniesta's, and the defensive ability of the two who closed the door is not weak...

"Oh!"

Alonso has encountered football, but football has not completely escaped Wang Shen's control.

He protects the ball with his back and sinks his shoulders to the right, then turns sharply to the left and dribbles the ball laterally.

Busquets was blocked by Alonso, leaving only one defender in front of Wang Shen.

Wang Shen tried to break through with speed, but Alonso's defense was very strict.

He tried to put the ball in the box, but Iniesta came from behind and poked it.

Wang Shen hurried back to pull the ball.

Busquets from the left rear made another kick.

Wang Shen actively blocked the opponent's foot with his calf, but Alonso made another move.

One ball, four people, eight feet.

Crackling and kicking.

Wang Shen didn't even know how many times he was kicked.

"Di!"

The referee couldn't stand it anymore.

Rush forward to give Spain a foul.

No yellow card was shown because I really didn't know who to give it to.

"King, are you all right?"

Rooney stepped forward and pulled up Wang Shen who had fallen to the ground.

"It's okay, they didn't kill themselves."

After Wang Shen finished speaking, he pouted his buttocks and swung the ball.

Casillas was also commanding the wall and Beckham came running from the back.

"You come and I come?" He asked Wang Shen.

"I'm coming, I feel fine."

Wang Shen said without hesitation.

Beckham nodded.

Then he asked Wang Shen if he needed to cover up.

"Need not."

Wang Shen shook his head, and began to step back step by step.

After more than ten steps back, Wang Shen stopped and stood still.

"Our captain once again chose a long-distance run-up, which is rare in the Premier League..."

Martin Taylor was surprised by Wang Shen's choice, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

He couldn't help being unhappy.

Wang Shen can kick a good free kick every time this kind of long-distance run-up.

Casillas behind the human wall also frowned slightly.

He has naturally studied Wang Shen's free kick, which is exactly the way he is most afraid of.

And when he looked at Wang Shen through the human wall, he saw a smile on Wang Shen's face.

Those rather nimble black eyes seemed to be saying:

Saint Cassie, guess what I'm going to do?

"Di!"

The referee blew his whistle and Wang Shen started to accelerate.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Give up the full moon scimitar and choose a jump strike.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The skill is triggered and begins to guide the body to run.

Wang Shen followed the guidance and adjusted slightly, then pulled out his right foot without hesitation.

"Oh!"

The soccer ball jumped up and flew high over the wall.

Wang Shen completed the jumping action to vent his strength.

While trying to watch the football drop behind the wall.

It's a pity that the human wall jumps too high, and the standing is too dense.

He couldn't see whether the ball went in or not.

But as soon as his feet hit the ground, cheers erupted at the Olympic Stadium in Kiev.

"boom!!!"

The entire stadium seemed to be shaking, and England fans were shouting wantonly.

2:2
In the 57th minute of the game, England equalized the score.

"GOALLLLLL~~~
"GOALLLLLLLLLLLL~~~
"The England captain leaps and the football bounces off the ground like a boomerang and into the goal.

"Iker Casillas jumped in the right direction, but he failed to judge the path of the football into the goal..."

There was joy in Martin Taylor's voice.

Not only because England equalized the score, but also because it was Wang Shen who equalized the score.

This little fan of Wang Shen in the commentary world.

Today, he specially put on the jersey that Wang Shen gave him.

His fat body stretched the jersey out of shape, but he didn't care at all.

Alan Smith didn't care either, he didn't look any more sane than Martin Taylor.

in the box.

Isabella jumped up and hugged Selena.

"Mom, Xiaoshen scored a goal, Xiaoshen scored a goal"

Selena patted her on the back vigorously, but she didn't appear as excited as she was.

But she also had light in her eyes.

And shot the light at the two Jews:

Joel Glazer and Avram Glazer.

(End of this chapter)