Football: The national football team was expelled and rewarded with a long-range goal card

"Fuck, no... okay?"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Tom looked at the lively An Lan, and his mouth twitched unconsciously.

Is this impossible?

Although it was a bit immoral, he thought to himself.

Spocha's flying tackle hit An Lan's tibia firmly.

This kind of force could cause a bone fracture at the least, or a broken leg at the worst.

But An Lan, seems to be really okay?

The two team doctors were also confused, one of them said that he had read books in vain and went to college in vain.

The other was muttering God's protection.

The fans in the stadium were also very happy to see An Lan stand up again in their singing.

Their singing became louder, and An Lan knew that there were countless high-magnification cameras outside the field filming him at this time.

So, he opened his mouth and sang, and at the same time, he did not forget to kiss his target from time to time.

This action further stimulated the enthusiasm of the fans!

The team doctor has been in Wolfsburg for more than ten years, and he was very moved to see this scene.

He asked with concern: "An, do you really not need to go off the field for a check-up? Don't force yourself!"

"No, I'm a good Uncle Sam."

An Lan smiled honestly, "Besides, the first half is about to end, and these two minutes are not a big deal."

"Okay, let's prepare the equipment, and you come back after the halftime."

The two team doctors left the field and the game continued.

Because An Lan was tackled outside the penalty area, he did not get a penalty kick, but got a dangerous free kick opportunity.

Grafite came forward, and An Lan whispered in his ear, then gave up the right to take the penalty kick.

"Is it like this again?"

Grafite was shocked, and An Lan's words made him nervous.

——Beep!

As the referee whistled, Grafite took a run-up and kicked.

The football drew an arc and hit the upper right corner of the goal!

"Bring it to me!"

Goalkeeper Nikolov saw the trajectory of the ball and flew to save it, full of confidence.

In order to pursue accuracy, Grafite's shot was not very powerful and the ball was slow.

——Swoosh!

A green-white lightning came to the ball before him, and then hit it hard!

The trajectory of the ball changed from the upper right corner to the left corner of the goal. Nikolov had already rushed out and had no time to take any remedial measures.

The ball went into the net, the ball went in!

In one minute of injury time, An Lan scored a lore to tie the score!

Wolfsburg 2:2 Frankfurt!

After scoring the goal, Nikolov picked up the ball on the ground angrily and kicked the net twice to vent his anger.

After feeling calmer, he turned his head and questioned the two defenders who were flanking An Lan.

"Can't you keep an eye on him? Can't you keep an eye on him for the last ten seconds? He was injured just now!"

Ruth spread his hands and said without showing any weakness: "How the hell do I know? He was limping when he got up just now!"

"As a result, Grafite kicked the ball and ran faster than a rabbit!"

"The damn Oriental man was not injured at all, he was pretending!"

Nikolov looked at Ruth like a fool. He saw clearly that An Lan was tackled.

With that kind of strength and angle, how could he not be injured at all?

After scoring the goal, An Lan frowned and did not celebrate wildly.

He pretended to be uncomfortable, as if he was enduring the pain, and then waved his fist towards the south stand!

All the fans in the stadium were moved by his indomitable spirit!

Some sentimental girls were even in tears and shed tears in pain!

The singing of Wolfsburg became louder!

For a moment, the whole stadium was full of momentum!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

An Lan limped back to the half court with the help of his teammates.

As soon as the ball kicked off, the referee Tom blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

Dzeko and Grafite each lifted one of An Lan's arms and helped him back to the locker room.

......

"An Lan, how are you?"

"Don't be stubborn, I saw that kick clearly."

"You are the hope of Wolfsburg, don't be willful because of the bet!"

"If you can't hold on in the second half, don't play. I will ask the club to help you pay the 100,000 euros!"

"And I believe that if you don't play in the second half, the host won't dare to ask for money!"

All the way from the player's tunnel to the locker room, Magath kept talking beside An Lan.

Seeing that Magath was not pretending, but really worried about himself.

An Lan felt a warm current in his heart.

"I'm fine, I was just pretending!"

Magath: "Huh?"

Dzeko: "???"

Grafite: "???"

"Really!"

An Lan pushed open the door of the locker room and walked in.After he went, he jumped on the spot, and he didn't look like he was injured at all!

The whole team was shocked!

Spocha's tackle was replayed five or six times on the big screen. Everyone was a professional player, and their judgment of the injury was almost accurate.

As a result, An Lan was unscathed, which was outrageous!

"I think this is faith!"

"Wolfsburg fans gave me strength!"

Seeing that everyone was looking at him suspiciously, some believers in God were even terrified.

An Lan had a flash of inspiration, and he explained with a stiff face: "It was the moment he tackled me that I saw a few cold lights."

"My first reaction was the studs, and the second reaction was that it was over."

"But something strange happened to me!"

The locker room was quiet, and everyone, including the substitutes, surrounded An Lan and looked at him with wide eyes.

Magath didn't talk about tactics anymore, he believed in God.

At this time, hearing this metaphysics, his eyes were shining.

"Speak! Keep talking!"

Zhe Ke saw An Lan suddenly stopped talking, and urged him anxiously.

An Lan glared at him, then closed his eyes and remained silent.

What the hell are you urging me to do? I haven't figured out how to make it up yet!

Seeing him like this, everyone didn't dare to urge him, and just watched him silently.

About a minute later, An Lan opened his eyes.

With joy in his eyes, he said in an unbelievable tone: "Then, I felt a force!"

Magath: "Force?"

An Lan nodded and said with certainty: "Yes, there was a force on my right leg, like a shield!"

"It was that shield that blocked the opponent's sliding tackle for me!"

"I seemed to hear a chanting sound vaguely, it should be the fans singing!"

Benalio suddenly said: "An Lan, look at your legs!"

"???"

An Lan was startled and shrank his neck and said: "Captain, you don't like black silk legs, but you like big hairy legs?"

The other players were also misled, and all looked at Grafite, who loved perverts, in horror.

"Fuck! Shabby!"

Benalio was so angry that he blurted out a sentence in poor Chinese, and then explained: "Let me see your right leg!"

Everyone reacted and looked at An Lan together.

An Lan had no choice but to lift his feet and then sit on the bench.

Magath stepped forward to take off his socks, and his pupils shrank when he saw the shin guards.

"Fuck!"