The top prediction at the start, I am the third ball king

Chapter 129
Pellegrini, who was standing in the command area, had a problem with the handling of the ball, and shouted at Portillo: "Pass the ball, Saviola is open!"

Portillo is a local Spanish player, and Saviola is an Argentine. Of course, the local gang classifies Saviola as one of the members of the South American gang.

Everyone inside Malaga knows what caused the ball.

As time passed, Mallorca gradually adapted to Malaga's rhythm, and the scene became stalemate. The two sides continued to test from the two sides in order to find the weak point of the opponent's defense.

In the No.207 minute of the first half, Malaga once again got a good chance to score: Isco organized the attack and handed the football to Fernandez on the left.

Portillo made a beautiful turn, got rid of the defense around him and immediately advanced.

As long as Fernandez makes a diagonal pass, Portillo can get a single chance.

But the Uruguayan striker did not pass the ball, but chose to break through when the opponent's two defenders were defending.

"Do not!……"

Portillo roared angrily.

In the end, Fernandez failed to break through and was intercepted by the opponent instead.

To the dissatisfaction of the Malaga fans, Mallorca immediately launched a quick counterattack. After three quick passes, they sent the football to the feet of Castano who quickly inserted on the right.

Castano sped up immediately after a fake move, got rid of Monreal's defense, and entered the penalty area with a low shot!
The football flew past Caballero's right and went into the net!

"Tick!..."

As the whistle sounded for the referee to score an effective goal, the Mallorca fans, who were absolutely inferior in number, cheered.

One to zero, Mallorca in the away game leads!
At this time, Portillo was still arguing with Fernandez in the frontcourt.

Fellegrini, who was standing in the command area, looked extremely ugly.

Damn it, if this goes on...

It seems that the problem of the local gang and the South American gang in the team must be resolved.

After the game restarted, Malaga, who were behind, stepped up their attack.

In the 304th minute of the first half, Fernandez got a long-range shot from outside the penalty area. With a long-range shot, the football went wide.

Five minutes later they made a comeback, Isco moved to the wing, and after a successful breakthrough, the football was crossed in front of the goal.

It's a great opportunity, as long as you touch the football, you can score.

However, under the interference of the opposing defender, Fernandez failed to touch the football!
Malaga lost the best chance to equalize!
In the No.405 minute of the first half, Malaga once again got a chance to score.

Isco sent a corner kick, central defender Demichelis overwhelmed the opponent's defender, and scored a vicious header!

The football was miraculously blocked by Mallorca goalkeeper Awat.

It was a perfect chance for a follow-up shot, with Fernandes and Saviola moving towards the ball.

An unexpected scene happened: Saviola, who was closer to the football, failed to complete the shot, and Fernandez, who was behind him, dropped his center of gravity and shot with one foot.

Not only did this kick not touch the football, but it brought Saviola down!
The Mallorca defender was overjoyed and immediately made a clearance, completely resolving the crisis in front of the goal.

"Damn, what are you doing?"

Malaga fans were outraged.

I wasted opportunities again and again, and now I have to put my own people down!

"Hush!..."

I don't know who took the lead, and there was a huge boo at the Rose Garden Stadium.

What can Pellegrini do in this situation?
He could only angrily kick over the water bottle placed on the sidelines.

During stoppage time, neither side made any achievements. After 3 minutes of stoppage time, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

The starting players of both sides returned to the locker room.

As a substitute player, Li Chuanqi used this time to enter the field with other teammates to practice with the ball.

"Show one!"

Liag suddenly shouted at Li Chuanqi.

"Brother, show them one!"

The younger sister Li Xiaofeng is not far behind.

Show one?
After thinking for a while, Li Chuanqi gave him a thumbs up to show that he understood.

"How does Li want to show off?"

MiG became excited and asked Liag: "Perform a Whip of God?"

Liag replied blankly, "I don't know."

On the court, Li Chuanqi made a decision after thinking for a while.

Maradona can kick football falling from the sky more than 50 times in a row, so I will also perform it.

One time during training this summer, he had a whim and tried several times at the Malaga training base.

Li Chuanqi felt that he could act now.

Walking near the middle circle, Li Chuanqi lightly picked up the football with his toes, and then vigorously kicked the football into the air.

"What is this for?"

MiG was full of doubts: "Is this a prelude?"

Liag frowned slightly, he didn't know what Li Chuanqi was going to do.

On the field, the football flew more than 30 meters and then fell, and then Li Chuanqi directly kicked the football into the sky again!

"This……"

MiG was still full of doubts.

"two!"

Liag seemed to know what Li Chuanqi was going to do, and began to count.

Pablo also understood, and asked Liag, "How many kicks can he play?"

Liag replied blankly: "I don't know. I haven't seen his performance before."

MiG said: "Ten..."

Words kept popping out of Liag's mouth:

"three!"

"Four!"

"five!"

……

"Ten! Ten! Already ten!"

MiG said loudly.

The Malaga fans in the stands looked at Li Chuanqi, who was performing in the middle of the field, and his complexion slowly began to change.

"eleven!"

"twelve!"

They also counted like Liag.

Like an epidemic, the number of people counting grew and even Mallorca fans got involved.

The substitute players from both sides who were in the event stopped and looked at Li Chuanqi like the fans in the stands.

"25!"

"26!"

At this moment, Li Chuanqi became the focus of attention of the entire stadium.

"35!"

"36!"

Some fans who wanted to wait for the football to hit the ground and then go to the bathroom forcibly hold back, they want to see how many times Li Chuanqi will kick.

"forty!"

"41!"

While counting with others, Li Xiaofeng observed the expressions of others.

She saw the shock on Pablo's face, the dementia on MiG's face, and Liag's flushed face.

"55!"

"56!"

"I heard that Maradona kicked 57 times that time! Li is trying to surpass Maradona?!"

"57! Don't talk!"

Liag pursed his lips and swallowed hard.

Miguel said loudly and excitedly: "Damn it, Li didn't play and has become the focus of the audience!"

He shouted to the instigator beside him: "Have you thought about it?"

Liag ignored him.

Li Xiaofeng stopped counting, and she asked her elder brother Li Chuanrui beside her: "Brother! Why are they so excited? Is it great that brother plays football like this?"

Li Chuanrui said with a smile: "It's not a big deal to kick one or two like this. Many people can do it, but no one can do it so many times in a row."

"At least I haven't heard of it!"

Itura yelled at the fellow South American gang beside him, "Damn it! He must have been preparing for this day for a long time!

How shameless, in order to attract attention, secretly practice these useless things! "

No one responded to him.

Santa Cruz wanted to respond to him, but he was afraid that it would be too hurtful to say it-you can also practice and see how many consecutive kicks you can play.

The journalists on the sidelines had already put down their cameras, and they had already taken what was supposed to be taken.

While watching the footballs flying up and down, they discussed:
"This feeling of the ball..."

"Do you think Messi can do it?"

"It might work……"

"Malaga has found a treasure!"

"I kind of understand why the 'Leave Lee' campaign that swept across the city took place in Malaga!"

(End of this chapter)