Stop the ball ten meters away, the goal depends on Meng

"3:0???"

"3:0!!!"

He Wei's Chinese-character face was now swollen and round, like a balloon that was about to explode at any time.

He even doubted his own eyes and had to seek help from outside:

"Director Xu, am I awake?"

"Is our Chinese team... so strong now?"

Xu Yang's jaw dropped a long time ago, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time:
  "I...this...Argentina..."

He slapped his thigh for the last time and shouted at the top of his lungs:
  "Su Changwei... awesome!!!"

But he didn't expect He Wei to slap him on the face:

"Is this a name you can call too?"

"Call Su Shen! Su Qiuwang!!!"
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  At the same time, tens of millions of domestic fans knelt in front of the screen to celebrate.

The Internet has set off a wave of craze:
  "Damn it! I haven't watched the national football team in a few years, and now it's so fierce?"

"Su Shen has been able to make me climax every time in these three solo battles!"

"Damn it, except for Su Shen, no other man can satisfy me anymore!"

"Is Zhang Chengdong the assist king in the World Cup now? What kind of bullshit luck is this?!"

"Can that move count as an assist? It's fine if I hit you!"

"Argentina's back line is not good! Our school team can beat them, right?"

"I feel sorry for Princess Sissi, who can lead this defense line!"

"If I had known that I, Shen Su, would be so humiliated, I might as well have gone home with me, Luo, for vacation during the group stage!"

"Brother Luo posted photos on social media, and he is still cheering for Awei!"

"Hasn't this Demichelis been the main player at Bayern for six or seven years? Why is he so good?"

"Damn it, he played at Bayern for 7 years and we lost 4 Bundesliga titles. He is just a colander!"

"Why is the King of Coal Balls misfiring? Don't the silly dogs always brag that he can defeat the entire team if he is unhappy? Why don't you put on a show?"

"Well, try to save your character a little bit. You don't really think the national football team's defense can guard Messi, do you?"

"You're so scared! We're already three goals ahead. You don't think Argentina can come back, do you?"

……

The jubilant domestic fans are still immersed in the huge 3:0 advantage, and Argentina has launched a fierce counterattack.

In the first offensive after the kick-off, Messi created a huge threat. He used his signature Lingbo micro-step to shuttle between the two defense lines of the Chinese team at will. Zheng Zhi, Qin Sheng, Sun Xiang, and Feng Xiaoting were among the four. People were chasing him, but he still got out of the way and launched a push!
  Although Zeng Cheng blocked the near corner, the ball rolled in the opposite direction.

Fortunately, Zhang Linpeng retreated to the goal line in time and completed the clearance with a big kick!

This was originally a great opportunity to launch a counterattack, but Su Changwei was still recovering from physical fitness. He didn't even catch up with the ball, but was blocked by Zabaleta and Demichelis on the center line.

Garay kicked the ball to Rojo, who glanced at Lavezzi who was retreating to receive the ball, and decisively passed it to Mascherano in the middle...

Lavezzi stamped his foot, and Mao passed the ball to Messi on the right.

Zheng Zhi and Qin Sheng immediately formed a siege, but for Messi, it was just two more wooden stakes on the way forward, and he could easily break through with just a twist of the waist!

Feng Xiaoting stood firmly in his position, and Sun Xiang tried to interfere from the flank, but Messi's pace was extremely fast. He changed directions three times in a second, cut inside from the four-man double team, and finally hit the target with a long shot. goal!
  His move was too fast, and Zeng Cheng wanted to save it but it was too late. Fortunately, Qin Sheng was in great condition today, and even his speed was one step faster than usual. He made a shovel in time at the moment Messi shot. The ball grazed the toe of the shoe and changed direction, slightly missing the post...

Messi personally took a corner kick and tried to find Garay, who was [-] meters tall. However, he was blocked by Feng Xiaoting, who was [-] meters tall. He was unable to fully exert his strength and could only barely touch the ball and gave the ball a few meters away. Higuain outside.

Xiao Yanqiang stopped the ball with his chest, and then he was about to launch a volley kick, but when he saw Zhang Linpeng with a murderous look on his face, he used a kick to cut off his legs!

Higuain's face turned pale, and he quickly dodged sideways, but Zhang Linpeng's spikes still scratched his shin guard. He immediately rolled on the ground holding his knees!

"drop!"

The referee Cakir immediately blew the whistle for a timeout, showed a yellow card with his right hand, and pointed to the 12-yard point with his left hand!

The Argentinian fans in the stands cheered loudly!
  Chinese fans thousands of miles away began to greet the eighteenth generation of the Zhang family!
  He Wei sighed repeatedly:

"Zhang Linpeng is still too impatient. How could he make such a big defensive move in the penalty area!"

Xu Yang agrees:

"What if you just let Higuain shoot? He is the most famous soft-footed shrimp in this World Cup!"

"Even Lukaku is better at scoring goals than him!"
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  "..."    The person responsible for this penalty kick was of course Argentina captain Leo Messi.

He stepped on the turf repeatedly, carefully put down the ball, took three steps back, and then raised his eyes to look at the goalkeeper.

Zeng Cheng subconsciously held his breath and accepted the review from the football king.

He can feel that the superstar spirit exuded by Messi far exceeds all the players he has faced in Asian football.

He is also mentally prepared to be penetrated by Messi and serve as a background board and wooden stake.

Even... when Messi took three steps forward and shot lightly, Zeng Cheng's feet didn't even have time to move!

【Eh? 】

Seeing the black round shadow getting closer and closer, Zeng Cheng suddenly opened his eyes wide!
  【spoon? ! 】

Before his brain could react, he had already reflexively raised his hands at the same time, and actually hugged the ball firmly!

"Ugh!!!"

More than [-] Argentine fans surrounded him let out a huge sigh!

He Wei in the media box almost smiled crookedly:
  "Messi accidentally kicked a penalty kick, but it was easily confiscated by Zeng Cheng!"

Xu Yang couldn't help but complain:
  "This kind of difficult penalty kick may work wonders if Cassie, Buffon, De Gea, and Neuer are standing on the opposite side, but is it too outrageous for you to use this trick against the Chinese goalkeeper? "

Messi looked up to the sky and sighed!

But before he could finish sighing, Zeng Cheng had already thrown the ball far away!
  The Chinese team launches a counterattack!
  Hao Junmin passed the ball without stopping, and Su Changwei instantly crossed the center circle!

Argentina's defense quickly retreated, but Su Changwei was approaching the penalty area in the blink of an eye!

Demichelis fought and retreated, feeling a strong sense of tragedy in his heart:

[Even if he retires with a red card, I will stop him! 】

Su Changwei first dribbled the ball to the left at high speed, then stopped to smash the ball, and turned to the right to seek a breakthrough.

Demi quickly slowed down and continued to follow Su Changwei towards the penalty area.

But just when he thought he could stop the ball the next time he stretched his foot, Su Changwei changed direction again!

The ball almost passed between Demichelis' legs. The Argentine veteran wanted to turn for the third time, but his knees made a crunching sound at this time!

Severe pain instantly spread throughout his body. He didn't even have time to use the protective action of bending down, and his whole body fell directly to the ground with a "snap"!
  Su Changwei ruthlessly brushed him past and then dribbled the ball into the penalty area!
  Ga Lei watched helplessly as his teammates fell to the ground, but he could do nothing. He could only step forward and stop Su Changwei alone!

But Su Changwei just made a small continuous fake move of changing direction, pausing, and changing direction again, and Jialei's CPU was directly burned!

Garay's body didn't obey the command of his brain at all. His feet got mixed together and he fell straight to the ground!
  Garay, who was lying on the ground, could only raise his head slightly and watched Su Changwei at the edge of the small penalty area. He faced the attacking Romero with a light pick and sent the ball into the unguarded goal!

4: 0!

"Su, left, Su, right, SuAV, SuAV, SuAV..."

Commentators from various countries almost lost their ability to speak in front of Su Changwei's series of lightning-fast performances. They could only repeat his name again and again, and finally added:
  "Unbelievable!"

"Unstoppable!!"

"Genius!"

"Extraordinario!"

"Absolute! Astonishing!"

"Oh my god! Oh my goodness!"

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

Su Changwei, who scored the fourth goal of the game, trotted to the bench on the sidelines while panting heavily.

No need for him to say anything, deputy team leader Xiao Hu and assistant coach Fu Bo handed over two spare jerseys!

Su Changwei did not take it, but stretched out his hands and raised them slightly.

His guardians Qin Sheng and Zhang Chengdong stood behind him, one on the left and one on the right, each holding up a jersey in front of hundreds of millions of viewers around the world.

These two jerseys, one is No. 10, the other is also No. 10.

He Wei reacted immediately:
  "10+10?"

"Su Changwei... he scored his 20th goal in the World Cup!"

"He pushed the World Cup scoring record to an unimaginable height!" (End of chapter)