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Chapter 308: Sword Qi Spans Thirty Thousand Miles! (3K)

"I really didn't expect the start to be so tense, but it turned out to be so dull during this period of time, or it was an undercurrent."

"It's indeed an undercurrent. Just now, Argentina actually found a good counterattack opportunity by relying on all their strength, but Di Maria was brought down by Ribery's foul. I don't know if France can win if they continue to play like this. But getting a card is definitely not far away.”

"Haha, it is true. Compared with the average age of the Argentine side in his early 20s, the French team is still inferior in terms of vitality. To win this game, they must make full use of their rich experience.

Pick up.. Oh!Come and see this ball, hey!It's a pity that Zidane's long-range shot was a bit on the right track, and the ball was confiscated by the goalkeeper.Let's see if Argentina has a short pass to hold the ball or a big foot!The goalkeeper went straight to the midfielder Chen Mo!The French team is a little out of touch!Could this be Argentina's chance? ! "

The voice of the commentary was raised by an octave, and the spirits of the fans in the audience were lifted.

In the 403rd minute of the game, Zidane and Henry, who suddenly retreated, hit the wall at the top of the arc to pass Cambiasso. With a light flick, he shoots furiously!

The ball is fast and has an arc, but the angle is still too straight and the height is not enough. Goalkeeper Abundan Cherry lay down on the right side and directly picked up the star with both hands.

"Scaloni has room to wait! That's it!"

The moment Abangdancheri took off the ball, he immediately wanted to pass the ball to the right defender Scaloni, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a tall figure waving at him in the middle, and it was Mark Chen Mo double-teamed by Lai Lai and Vieira!
"He was double-teamed!"

Vieira is half a head taller than Chen Mo, and his strength is also stronger, and there is Makelele next to him. At this time, the big foot is likely to be broken, but!

Without any hesitation, when he saw Chen Mo beckoning, Abang Danchery left the ball with his left hand, and it was a rushing big foot, and the ball went straight to the center circle!

"You dare to ask for the ball?!"

The ball came spinning, and Vieira, who was standing behind Chen Mo on the left, stared at him, and immediately raised his hard and black right leg to squeeze in front of Chen Mo, while Makelele made sure that Di Maria and Messi were both marked. , pushing towards Chen Mo's lower back for the first time, but at the moment when his hands were pressed against Chen Mo's waist to exert force, the force to push up was removed!
"Oh my god! What kind of turn around is Chen Mo?!"

"Leverage your strength to fight! Four or two to pull a thousand catties!"

The commentator exclaimed, under the amazed gaze of the fans and Makelele, with the help of Makelele's push from behind, Chen Mo instantly thrust his right foot forward to the left, and at the same time turned around with his inertia to move his left leg stuck by Vieira Pull away!
Cross your left and right feet!
Compass turned around!
"Fuck! What the hell is this?!"

Under Vieira's staring eyes, Chen Mo suddenly walked around in front of him, and at this time the ball had already landed on top of the two of them, and it was too late to think about Vieira's legs in an instant, but Chen Mo was in front of him. , and jump higher!

"He wants to pass the ball?! Who will he pass it to?!"

Flying into the air, watching Chen Mo, who was still flying in front of him, trying to ferry the ball with his head, jumping in the air, Vieira swung his head and looked around for a moment, but his pupils shrank suddenly in the next second, and Chen Mo's head did not touch the ball!

Chest stop!

"Can't stop!"

"He wants to pick the ball past me?!"

The sound of the falling wind whistled in my ears, the ball stopped in my chest and landed!

Seeing the ball falling to his waist, Chen Mo stretched out his right foot to pick the ball. Seeing this, Vieira, who had landed earlier, immediately sank his right shoulder and was ready to turn around and chase at any time. At this moment, Chen Mo touched the ball. The right foot of the ball did not pick the ball!
Forefoot touch the ball!
Tremble!

Under Vieira's staring eyes, the ball landed on Chen Mo's feet like a drop of water falling into a calm lake. It trembled, but it didn't bounce again, and it stuck to his feet directly!
In the next second, stand on the left foot, lift the right leg attached to the ball, and draw a circle. The ball goes around the heel of the left foot and sends it to the left rear of the left foot. At the same time, Chen Mo sinks his left shoulder, twists his right shoulder to the left, and twists his waist and crotch Complete the turn in an instant!
"My God! What kind of action is this?!"

"Chen Mo turned around?!"

"How did he turn around?!"

"How did he turn around?!"

The commentator exclaimed, the fans stood up in shock, not to mention they were shocked, Vieira who had been standing behind Chen Mo was also shocked, but there was no time to think about it at this time, Vieira didn't look too much at the ball in front of him. How much hesitation stretched out his left foot to steal!

Close the left road!
There is Makelele on the right!
Chen Mo will delay the fighter no matter how he goes!
But at this moment,
"OMG! Fried meatballs!!!"

"Chen Mo fried meatballs passed Vieira!"

"No! It's not just croquettes, this is?!??"

Explanation broken sound!

All the fans stood up and exclaimed instantly!

Under the shocked gaze of all the fans around the world, facing Vierra's outstretched left foot, Chen Mo slid the ball from his right foot to his left foot to avoid the steal in an instant, and just a second before Makelele stepped forward and got stuck. , Chen Mo stepped forward with his right foot to the left, his body got stuck in Makelele and at the same time he pulled the ball with his left foot and turned around!
Directly from Vieira on the left front and Makelele from the right back, he dribbled the ball diagonally from the left. Makelele was directly turned around by Chen Mo at a high speed!

"It's gone!!!"

"Two people in a row?! What's going on?!"

"Thousands of waves across the river, ten thousand poles leaning into the bamboo! What a chasing young Chen Mo!"

"Rush rush!"

Fried meatballs followed by a Marseille gyro!
The commentator roared!The whole world is shocked!
Countless people jumped up from their seats in front of the TV, and the Berlin Olympic Stadium directly caused an earthquake, but Chen Mo didn't know all this. It was the French team's offensive and defensive transition just now, and there was a large open space in front of him. !
Nothing to say!
Straight away!

Under the nervous gaze of fans all over the world, Chen Mo dribbled the ball towards the penalty area of ​​the French team like a gust of wind!
"Damn!"

Watching Chen Mo drive straight in, watching his own central defender being pressed down by Crespo, the French team's right back Sagnor gritted his teeth and gave up on Di Maria and rushed towards the middle!

Inverted L-shaped running position!
In the blink of an eye, the two are about to meet, knowing that it is difficult for him to steal the ball from Chen Mo's feet, Sagnol directly shovels at Chen Mo without any hesitation!

Tackle people don't tackle the ball!
I didn't even give a card to eat!

"No?! I want to pass!"

The sound of the wind whistling in the ear caught Sagnol coming from the front left with a shovel, and Chen Mo, whose heartbeat accelerated even past the two, widened his eyes without any hesitation, and tapped the underside of the ball with his right foot!

Pick the ball!

At the same time, the left knee was slightly bent, and in the next second the ankle and calf were suddenly tense, and the thigh kicked the ground vigorously.

Take off!

"He still has balance!"

Seeing Chen Mo passing over him, Sagnol's eyes were full of shock. Chen Mo used such complicated movements to pass two people in the middle and then ran wildly. At this time, he can still maintain his balance and pick the ball!

Chen Mo doesn't know Sagnol's thoughts, he doesn't know anything now, and he can't hear anything!
He could only hear the beating heartbeat in his chest and the howling wind in his ears, and only the French goal was in his bloodshot eyes!
Landing!

Keep running with the ball!

Amidst the frantic cheers of the Argentine fans, the two rushed to the French team's penalty area two steps away in the blink of an eye!
"I can't bring it to him!"

Seeing that Chen Mo was going to take the ball in, the left central defender Ghana frowned suddenly, and immediately gave up Crespo to block Chen Mo, but he did not blindly go up to the top, but moved laterally to block Chen Mo's advancing route, but just as he moved to At the moment in front of Chen Mo, Chen Mo, who was dribbling with the ball, suddenly made a gesture with his left foot to give the ball to Crespo!

"Can't move!"

He knew that Crespo had space to catch the ball, but Garner knew that he must not help defend at this time, and at the moment when the reaction popped up in his mind, Chen Mo suddenly left his shoulder and dropped forward!

"No! He's not trying to pass the ball! He's trying to break through!"

"Caught!"

Garner moved sideways to the right in an instant, and at the moment when his center was pressed against his right leg and his entire right thigh was tense, Chen Mo's eyes widened suddenly!

Go around the ball with your left foot!

Push the abdomen back to the shoulders, under Garner's sluggish gaze, push the forefoot of the left foot to the ground, and retract the instep of the right foot to push the ball!

Big pendulum clock! ! !
In an instant, Chen Mo rushed to Garner's left shoulder as if pressing on the nitrogen thruster!

"Big pendulum clock! My God! The pendulum is amazing?!"

"Oh! My scalp is tingling!!"

"Four people in a row?! My mother!"

"Go in! You must go in!!!"

The commentator roared!

Tsukichi Kaoru Chen Feiwen Ge Lopez!

Maradona Kempes Caniggia Batistuta!

Xavi Iniesta Guardiola!

Little Rocca Kadallo!

Müller Rams Weinsteiger!

The audience, Argentine fans all over the world, and everyone who knew Chen Mo suddenly jumped up from their chairs and hugged their heads!

Under everyone's gaze, Chen Mo swung a big pendulum away from Ghana and killed the right side of the French penalty area!

Without any hesitation, facing the attacking goalkeeper Butters raised his right foot with his left foot!

bow!
Full!

"bump!"

Gunshots!

It just feels like a bazooka has rubbed the scalp and shaved it!

Before turning back, there were already earth-shattering cheers on the field!

"HOOOOOOOOO! Goal of the century! Goal of the century! Game No. 403 minutes Chen Mo scored a goal of the century through four people in the middle! Chen Mo is too strong! Ah! My scalp is so numb! I bet this is definitely the World Cup The most beautiful goal on the stage! Even Maradona's five-man pass can't hide its light! It's too strong!"

"Sword energy spans [-] miles, one sword is radiant and cold to nineteen continents!!! One sword breaks through the sky! Congratulations to Chen Mo! He scored a superb goal in the World Cup final!"

The commentator screamed, and the Argentine fans celebrated wildly. The ground shook and the sea was like boiling. After scoring the goal amidst the cheers of everyone, Chen Mo laughed and opened his arms and rushed to the already excited bench!

　Damn, the keyboard H key is broken!
　　Are you telling me to be restrained?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)