Perfect Center

Chapter 67 Penalty 1-0!

Throw-in opportunity for Zalgiris.

Lukesha was responsible for throwing the ball out of bounds. He looked at Xia Han and signaled with his eyes, then threw the ball out with great force!

The football flies to the backcourt of Shakhtar Donetsk!
Xia Han has a tendency to fake the ball and speed up instantly!
Getting rid of Rakitsky's entanglement, Xia Han caught the out-of-bounds ball thrown by Lukesha!
Facing Srna's defense, Xia Han stopped and passed the ball. Srna wanted to foul to stop Xia Han's next move, but was broken off by Xia Han!
Command area.

Lucescu's brow furrowed.

How could Srna not be able to stop Xia Han's outburst! This is a bit dangerous!
Kuchel quickly pressed forward, and Rakitsky also tried hard to chase back!
Xia Han showed an intention to go to the outside, but suddenly stopped and changed direction to cut into the inside!

boom!
Xia Han didn't hesitate at all. After adjusting, he shot the ball straight with the instep!

The football is like an arrow shot from a bow!

Piatov's spirit was tense at all times, and he stretched out sideways and pounced!
Xia Han's powerful shot was blocked!

"Xia Han suddenly cuts inside and shoots!"

"It's powerful and threatening!"

"Piatov is possessed by the goalkeeper and blocks this long shot!"

"But the crisis is not over yet! Zalgiris still has a second chance to attack!"

"Gaucho was the first to grab the ball outside the penalty area!"

Gaucho stopped the ball and attracted the double-team of Ismaili and Stepanenko.

Rakitsky rushed to Xia Han's side and kept disturbing Xia Han with small movements.

Gaucho knocked the ball back to Pilibaitis who came over to receive the ball, and then he broke into the penalty area.

Pilibatis stopped the ball and Fred pressed forward!
Pilibatis pulled the ball, turned around, created distance, and knocked the ball across to Lukesha!
Lukesha touched the ball and passed it to Shemberas who was on the other side!

Shemberas dribbles the ball along the baseline!

Srna pressed forward immediately!

Shemberas stopped suddenly and dribbled the ball, then created an angle and made a cross!
The football drew an arc in the air!
A cross ball spinning outwards!
Xia Han accurately judged where the football would land, while Rakitsky stuck closely to Xia Han.

Xia Han did not choose to head the ball as it was spinning outwards.

Jump high and stop the ball with your chest!
As soon as Xia Han landed, he was pulled by Rakitsky.

After a quick glance, I found that at the front of the penalty area, Xia Han moved the ball slightly, resisted Rakitski's pull, and suddenly accelerated!
Rakitsky accelerated at the same time, but Xia Han's burst speed was too fast, and it seemed that Xia Han was about to break through his defense.

Rakitsky sped up and pounced, trying to grab the corner of Xia Han's jersey!

Tear!

Xia Han was knocked to the ground by Rakitsky, and his jersey was torn!
Xia Han felt a gust of cold wind blowing past, and looked at the bald man in confusion.

Rakitsky awkwardly held a corner of the green and white striped jersey.

Beep!
The referee Anastasios blew the whistle decisively!

Arm pointing to the penalty spot!
He took out a yellow card from his pocket and gave it to Rakitsky.

Rakitsky wanted to act innocent, but looking at the corner of his jersey in his hand, he twitched his lips and accepted the yellow card.

Lucescu in the command area covered his head with a painful expression.

"I told you to defend tightly, I told you to move more aggressively, I told you to commit tactical fouls, and you just follow my instructions?"

I thought Srna would be the first to have problems, but unexpectedly it was the thick-browed and big-eyed Rakitsky who gave him a chance.

Dambruskas looked at the penalty kick and he and assistant coach Baga couldn't help but applaud and celebrate.

Fortunately, his pants were not torn off. Xia Han didn't want such a thing to happen.

After brushing off the dust and straightening his jersey, Xia Han stood up from the ground.

"Shemberas made a cross! Why did the ball spin outwards? It flew out of the penalty area!" "Xia Han stopped the ball with his chest! Very fast! Here comes the chance!"

"Oh! Rakitsky! This defense! Haha! So creative!"

"The referee from Greece blew his whistle! Pointing to the penalty spot! Zalgiris gets a penalty kick!"

"From the slow motion on the screen, there is no dispute about this penalty! If Rakitsky hadn't pulled down Xia Han, it would have been a one-on-one opportunity!"

"Xia Han is very good at seizing one-on-one opportunities! In the national team, he also discussed his experience of one-on-one opportunities with Wu Lei!"

"Okay! It starts with penalties! Let's look forward to Zalgiris' penalty!"

Fans in the official live broadcast room were talking about it.
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[Why not tear off the pants? I want to see!]
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[It's OK, just a little tear, no problem! ]
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[Xia Han's penalty kicks are of very high quality. His previous penalty kick was fast, accurate and fierce! ]
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[The twelve codes are all about psychological games! ]

The fans in the stands burst into enthusiastic cheers!

Xia Han picked up the football and walked to the penalty spot.

Elivito came over and Xia Han thought he was going to say something encouraging.

Xia Han had a smile on his face and moved his mouth, as if he was about to thank him for his encouragement.

Suddenly, Elivito quickly reached out and tried to snatch the football.

Xia Han was quick-witted and moved his body backwards to avoid Elivito's attempt to steal the ball.

"I am the team's first choice penalty taker, and I should take this penalty!" Elivito said righteously.

You're the No. 1 shooter? And I am?
Xia Han had a question mark over his head.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. You used to be the first pick, but now I am the first pick! Do you understand?" While Xia Han was speaking, the rest of his teammates also gathered around.

"I……"

"Get out!" Before Elivito could even say anything, Xia Han told him to get out of the penalty area so as not to affect his penalty kick.

"you……"

Elivito's face suddenly turned red.

He wanted to say something else, but when he saw the unfriendly looks from his other teammates, he shrank his head and left the penalty area.

"Ouch! Brazilian striker Elivito, who just returned from injury, actually wants to steal Xia Han's penalty?"

"You know, Zalgiris has been lying in bed all the time during his Champions League journey and has made no contribution at all! It would be more qualified for Vitkauskas to take the penalty than him!"

"He might want to score a Champions League goal! That's something to brag about!"

"The rest of the teammates walked into the penalty area and forced Elivito out of the penalty area! His behavior is shameful!"

Xia Han looked at Elivito, patted the football and placed it at the penalty spot.

"Xia Han takes this penalty kick!"

"Piatov kept moving his body on the goal line, making weird movements to interfere. He wanted to influence Xia Han's mentality!"

"Penalty kicks are a psychological game!"

Beep!
Accompanied by the whistle of the Greek referee!

Xia Han's run-up was vigorous and powerful, without any hesitation or changes in rhythm.

Xia Han’s right foot hit the football hard!

Piatov pushed the grass hard with his feet and lunged sideways towards the upper left corner!
He had seen Xia Han’s penalty kick against Paris Saint-Germain, which was in the upper left corner!

The football was fired like a cannonball!
It hit the crossbar on the right and bounced into the goal!

1-0! ! !

(End of this chapter)