Football: God-level striker, all teammates lie down

"Scottel, missed the tackle!"

Before Scottel made the tackle, Zhao Yi kicked the ball out, then jumped up in a panic.

He stumbled forward, his center of gravity shifted.

He just didn't fall down.

Then, he chased the ball again.

Mignolet didn't dare to stand too far forward, for he was afraid that Zhao Yi would kick him from dozens of meters away.

So, this time, after Zhao Yi poked the ball, he had no chance to rush out of the penalty area to clear the ball directly.

This allowed Zhao Yi to speed up and get the ball at the front of the penalty area!

"Zhao!"Bueno stood up involuntarily, yelled, and held his breath.

Watching Zhao Yi staggering forward, he wished he could transfer all his strength to Zhao Yi.

When Zhao Yi regained his center of gravity and entered the penalty area again with the ball, Bueno's body was shaking uncontrollably.

He had forgotten what he was doing and what he should do.

Mignolet stared at Zhao Yi closely, trying to predict the route of his shot.

At this time, Emre Can had already stepped on the Wind and Fire Wheel from the wing to defend in the penalty area.

He had no chance to block Zhao Yi's position and defend from the front. He was defended.

He could only slide and tackle from the side!

In the penalty area, Zhao Yi, who was dribbling the ball, raised his right leg, and Emre Can's sliding tackle arrived instantly!

His right leg moved forward, but he did not shoot.

Instead, he stepped directly on the football and pulled the ball back.

He pulled the ball after an emergency stop.

Emre Can slid past Zhao Yi along the lawn like he was sitting on a slide.

In a flash, Emre Can turned his head and looked at Zhao Yi.

He felt cold in his heart.

It's over. He could dribble the ball at this speed and even stop and pull the ball suddenly.

He is at least 185cm tall, but his movements are like 165cm tall.

This is not in line with the standard of science fiction. Learn!

Pull and push!

Zhao Yi dribbled the ball to the left.

Mignolet finally found the right time to rush out!

He lowered his center of gravity, predicted directly, opened his body, and pounced to Zhao Yi's left side.

He was ready to use his huge body to completely block Zhao Yi's shooting route.

Zhao Yi did not shoot, after dribbling the ball, he poked it with his right foot!

The football moved quickly to the left front and passed by Mignolet's fingertips.

Mignolet fell to the ground, got up quickly, and rushed to the front of the goal.

Zhao Yi had been chasing the football all the way, and when the football was about to go out of the baseline, he forced it back with his left foot..

Zero degree angle, the angle between the small penalty area line and the bottom line.

Zhao Yi hooked the ball with his left foot and pushed it with the outside of his right foot!

The football drew an arc and rushed towards the goal.

Mignolet used all his limbs and stumbled, but it was too late.

He could only make a desperate dive.

It was out of reach.

The football had already rolled into the goal.

Zhao Yi kicked the ball out and rushed out of the field.

When the football rolled into the goal, the players of Wolverhampton Wanderers who were desperately attacking changed their route. They rushed to the sidelines from different directions in the front field.

They launched a siege and interception on Zhao Yi.

The Chinese live broadcast room was instantly boiling!

"stand up!!!"

"stand up!!!"

"stand up!!!"

"All rise!!"

"All rise!!"

"Everyone stand up and welcome Zhao Qiuwang!!!"

"Everyone stand up, send off Captain Jie and welcome King Zhao!!!"

"Henan sends a congratulatory message!"

"Shenbei people sent a congratulatory message!!"

"Lianhai fellow countrymen sent a congratulatory message!"

"I'm not hungry anymore, so I sent you a congratulatory message!!!"

"Shenyang Engineering University Mechanical Engineering 131 sent a congratulatory message!!"

"All the people of Laohushan salute Zhao Qiuwang!!"

"All the Axe Gang members salute King Zhao!!"

At the same time, almost all the TV commentators who were broadcasting the game stood up involuntarily.

"Zhao"

"Zhao……"

"Zhao!"

"Zhao!!"

"Zhao!!!"

"It 's…zhao!!!...

"Zhao Yi! The game was won!! The game was won...Liverpool!!!" Teacher Zhan Lu almost shouted until his throat was broken, his heart was bleeding.

Liverpool, Liverpool.

A die-hard fan, watching Liverpool being won.

Sad and excited.

There were really mixed feelings in his heart.

He didn't know how to describe his current state and mood.

"6!!"

"66666!!!"

"666!!!"

"A killer kill!!!"

"Zhao Qiu Wang!!"

"7+！"

"Better than others!!"

"Two hundred and fifty times the odds!!!"

"dad!!"

"dad!!"

"Dear dad!"

"Even my own father doesn't have such a conscience!!!"

The old guys of Speed Thunder Sports celebrated the New Year again.

This year was simply a year of landing!

Wembley Stadium, half heaven and half hell.

Liverpool's diehards were dazed and couldn't believe what they saw.

On the other side, Wolverhampton's fans were so excited that they were incoherent.

Countless fans raised their fists, and the entire stand was shaking.

The flags instantly rose in the wind, rustling.

Groups of fans were worshiping like gods.

Tears were streaming down their faces.

Under the stands, the boy on the edge of the field jumped high.

Players coming from all directions surrounded him.

In the distance, East knelt on his knees with his hands raised.

He fell to the ground. Dawson, who was on the field, listened to the explosive cheers of the fans, staggered to his feet and sat there.

He did it, he really did it!

I did it too, I passed the ball!

The game-winning shot!!!

Yes, yes!

Dawson smiled, plopped down again.

Easter got up, jumped all the way to Dawson, helped him up and hugged him tightly.

Galliol clenched his fists, half-bent his body, and rushed towards the celebrating players.

The players on the bench rushed over like crazy.

Zhao Yi was no longer visible on the scene. He was surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside.

There were still players outside jumping into the encirclement.

……

Liverpool's players stood blankly on the field.

The FA Cup was not a championship that they could not afford to lose.

However, in such a situation, they really could not accept losing the championship.

Three goals behind, equalized the score.

The momentum was high, and the night of Istanbul was about to come again.

As a result... he was killed by a dragon!

Henderson was tired from running and fell to the ground.

Emre Can did not get up in the penalty area. He covered his face with his arms and closed his eyes.

He was still thinking about the scene just now.

If he hadn't slid impulsively... maybe the ending would be different?

But... if he hadn't slid, he would have shot directly!

That guy, pulled the ball, flicked the ball, and started quickly to pass the opponent.

Looking back now, it was impossible to stop this goal.

Klopp stood on the sidelines, baring his teeth. He was not laughing, but completely helpless.

When Dawson passed the ball and Zhao Yi started, Klopp had a very bad premonition.

Sure enough... he drove straight in, like a god possessed, killing gods who stood in his way.

Henry in the live broadcast room had stood up and kept clapping

"The night of Istanbul... has not come.

Liverpool has done their best!

I believe that when they equalized the score, everyone thought of that magical night!

I believe that the fans and players of Wolverhampton have already felt the coming of darkness.

But... Wolverhampton Wanderers' No. 19, Super Zhao from China, doesn't think so.

He used his actions to tell everyone that the night of Wembley belongs to Wolverhampton Wanderers and to him!"

"This summer... he will definitely attract the attention of all the top teams.

I originally thought he would go to a second-rate team, or even a team outside the top five leagues, to gain some experience.

Now it seems... he is no longer needed!"