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Chapter 294 Who said this world is cold and cruel
Ghana's third penalty kicker will be their captain and backbone of the defense - No. 5 Mensah.

Seeing that the most stable captain appeared on the stage, Liu Mazi felt a little more at ease.

He originally wanted to kowtow to Mensa three more times as he did to Appiah.

But because there were blood blisters on my forehead, it hurt too much.

He didn't use the Iron Head Kung Fu anymore to torture himself.

The result... was because he didn't kowtow to Mensa.

Mensah kicked a half-high ball without any threat, but it was saved by Uruguayan goalkeeper Muslera!

Muslera saves Mensah's penalty!

Ghana is lagging behind!
"Ahhh!"

Liu Mazi was like wearing a mask of pain, and his regrets were about to burst.

"Snapped!"

He slapped himself in the face and was angry about why he didn't kowtow to Mensa just now!
If he had kowtowed, Mensah would have scored the goal!

"Nima, why am I carrying it like this today!"

Liu Mazi was in so much pain that he wanted to die, and his mentality was extremely close to the edge of collapse.

Uruguay's fourth free throw player appeared, and it was their team's most capable right back No. 16 Pereira.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Liu Mazi kowtowed three times without hesitation, leaving blood stains on the ground.

Just beg Pereira not to score a penalty!
The cleft in his forehead moved God.

Pereira, the best runner, made the longest run-up.

One-legged iron cannon!

Kicked the ball away!

Instead of rushing towards the goal, he ran towards the plane in the sky!

"Hahaha!"

Liu Mazi succeeded in using his power, and laughed maniacally with blood all over his head!
I couldn't care less about the headache.

It was the fourth Ghanaian player's turn.

Liu Mazi used the iron head skill without hesitation——

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

This time he knocked out his head and drew blood!

A large pool of blood was left on the ground.

Blood flowed down from the crack on Liu Mazi's forehead, along the bridge of his nose that was collapsed from fighting all the time, and soaked into the pockmarks left by picking at pimples on his nose and face. It looked so miserable.

"Brother, you must score a penalty!"

Liu Mazi made a bow gesture, praying for Ghana's No. 18 Aditya to score a penalty kick.

pity!

This time, his iron head skill failed!
Aditya shot from the same angle as Mensah, but was jumped by Uruguayan goalkeeper Muslera!

Ghana's penalty kick was missed again!

"Ah!"

Liu Mazi's voice was completely hoarse this time.

Like his forehead, his heart was cracked by the cruel reality.

"I kowtow, why don't you go in! Why!"

Liu Mazi was so painful and helpless that he wanted to cry.Ghana has only its last glimmer of hope left.

As long as the next Uruguay player takes the penalty, the ball goes into the Ghana gate.

Uruguay will miraculously come back to life!
Advance to the World Cup semi-finals!
The last person Uruguay saw taking the penalty was their high center forward Abreu.

Liu Mazi no longer dared to look at it.

He turned his back to the TV and knelt on the ground.

Tasting the smell of blood left on his forehead, he kept muttering: "Don't go in, don't go in, don't go in, don't go in..."

At this time, I heard He Wei explain on the TV: "... Abreu slowly walked to the penalty spot. He was well aware of the responsibility on his shoulders. He kicked the penalty kick and the penalty shootout was about to end. The Uruguay team Will reach the semi-finals of the World Cup again after 40 years!
"...Uruguayan fans are waiting. Abreu faces Jinson. Can Jinson save his team? Abreu takes the run!"

Hearing this, Liu Mazi knew that the sword of fate was about to fall, and his nervous heart almost burst, just like a condemned prisoner who was pressed to the execution ground and knelt down to be executed.

At the last moment of his life, Mazi Liu closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and his expression was so painful that he only wanted to hear two words at this time, that is, Abreu did not score a penalty!
But this time-

What reached Liu Mazi's ears was He Wei's excited commentary: "...Spoon penalty! Spoon penalty!"

Liu Mazi was stunned for a moment. He didn't realize what "spoon penalty kick" meant at first. Was it scored or not?Did the Ghana goalkeeper catch Abreu's spoon?

Liu Mazi couldn't help but turned back to watch TV, and saw the long-haired Abreu, enjoying the game with his arms open, waiting for the excited Uruguayan players to rush towards him to celebrate.

He Wei explained at this time: "...40 years later, the Uruguayans once again entered the semi-finals of the World Cup! In the end, they ended the penalty shootout in such a light way. Such a cruel moment ended in such a light way. This It’s football!”

"boom!"

As if he had been shot and fell to the ground, Liu Mazi, who was drained of the last bit of strength in his body by this cruel result, fell to the ground hard and had no energy to curse or complain anymore.

At this moment, he just wanted to feel the cold ground, and he didn't want to contend with this nonsense world anymore.

At this time, I heard the He poet on the TV, with a voice that was so excited that it trembled, uttered a classic quote that will forever be remembered in the annals of history: "...Who said this world is cold and cruel, like the Uruguayans, as long as you are firm-minded Have faith, be fully prepared, and maintain a high fighting spirit. Maybe, just maybe, the world will lift its cold veil and show you a bright smile!"

These words should have inspired the severely frustrated Liu Mazi and rekindled his fighting spirit for the future.

But a pity.

At this time, Mazi Liu couldn't listen to anything, he just wanted to lie on the ground like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, thinking about nothing.

It wasn't until his forehead started to hurt like a fire that Liu Mazi had to get up from the ground, go to the bathroom to wash off the blood on his head, and then put a band-aid on it to stop the wound.

Go back into the room again.

Liu Mazi was still like a deflated balloon that had been emptied of air, slumped on the sofa weakly.

I want to sleep, but I don't feel sleepy at all.

It was past five o'clock in the morning.

It's daylight outside.

Mazi Liu worriedly lit another flower, and while looking up at the brightening sky through the window, he wondered, how could his luck be so bad tonight?
Having played in the World Cup for less than half a month, he has always had good luck. Although he sometimes loses, he can always turn danger into safety. Generally speaking, he mainly wins.

Especially when he placed large bets of ten thousand yuan, he would lose even if he didn't win. He had never lost so miserably as he did tonight.

I lost [-] in Brazil and another [-] in Ghana.

In these two games alone, he lost all the profits he had worked hard for for half a month.

This is not the most depressing.

The most depressing thing is the way these two games were lost.

It's all about winning first and then losing. It's like God is joking with him.

It looked like he could win money, but in the end he was given a loud slap in the face to wake him up.

In the most cruel way, his profits were bloodbathed.

This is so tragic!
The tragedy was so great that Liu Mazi couldn't accept it at all!

(End of this chapter)