Stand by the last line of defense

Chapter 25 The First Professional League Game ([-])
Zheng Long didn't know where the ball would fly, so he could only move two steps to the left of the far corner, approaching the middle to deal with it.

Just when Montoro took a free kick, the Huelva player in the wall quickly flashed, revealing a gap, and at the same time interfered with the opponent's goalkeeper's sight.

Seeing that someone on the other side was dodging and showing a gap, Zheng Long couldn't help but look over.

Where will it come from?
In just a split second, Zheng Long saw the football flying across the wall towards the left side of the goal.

When the football flew over the head of the wall, Zheng Long found the football in an instant and made a judgment at the same time.

far corner!

The opponent wants to hit his far corner.

The football crossed the wall, drew a big arc, and flew towards the upper left corner of the goal.

Zheng Long turned his body half-turned to the left for the first time, and then stared hard with both feet.

Zheng Long threw himself out.

In the air, Zheng Long stretched out completely, like an ape, flying in the air with his arms straightened desperately.

Zheng Long's height of 1 meters shows the advantage of height and arm length at this moment.

Seeing that the ball was about to fly into the goal, Zheng Long's palm arrived in time,

The ball hit Zheng Long's palm and bounced off.

The narrator shouted excitedly.

"Montoro opted for a direct shot and the ball went straight to the top left corner of the goal. Uh..."

When the commentator was about to call out the goal, suddenly his throat seemed to be choked and he couldn't speak.But in the next second, his eyes widened with pain, and he couldn't believe it.

He stood up straight away, grabbed the hands of the microphone, and shouted loudly.

"The ball is blocked!"

"Blocked. Zaragoza's substitute goalkeeper blocked it!"

"Zaragoza's substitute keeper kept the must-goal out. Brilliant. The save was world class. The substitute keeper saved the home team!"

"What a beautiful save! The opponent's free kick was not bad. But the substitute goalkeeper reacted very well. He successfully judged the direction and saved the ball. Saved Zaragoza!"

……

The originally jubilant Huelva fans in the stadium burst into groans when they saw the opponent block the ball.

"Do not……"

Many fans held their heads and slumped on chairs.

They cursed in disappointment. "That damn goalkeeper!"

Seeing Zheng Long save a goal, the Zaragoza fans in the stands cheered loudly.

While everyone was still cheering, Zheng Long shouted in Chinese in a hurry. "It's not over yet. Get the ball!"

Zheng Long shouted excitedly in Chinese.

Not to mention opponents, even his teammates have not reacted.

Zheng Long, who fell to the ground and was in pain, didn't care about the pain at all. He immediately got up from the ground and threw himself at the football.

While everyone was still in a daze, No. 21 Dominguez showed his awareness of grabbing points at this moment.

When Zheng Long saved the ball, he immediately ran to the football to grab the first spot.

At this time, Zaragoza's players reacted and hurried forward to block.

There was no time to make adjustments.

Dominguez didn't stop the ball and volleyed directly.

Just when the narrator was about to sit down, he saw the scene in front of him and roared excitedly.

"The danger is not over yet. Dominguez of Huelva takes the spot!"

"He hit the goal!"

The ball flew towards the goal like lightning, and Dominguez had a smile on his face.

But at the next moment, the smile froze on his face.

Because he saw Zheng Long moving!
The commentator shouted: "It's flying towards the goal. Ah... wait, the substitute goalkeeper can still react, he... he made a successful save and blocked the ball from the baseline!"

The narrator's voice suddenly rose an octave.

"Brilliant. The unknown substitute goalkeeper made two world-class saves in a row!"

"I dare to take my own credit as a guarantee, this young general's future is limitless!"

"Zaragoza earned it, they got a world-class goalkeeper!"

The commentator was taken aback by Zheng Long's repeated saves, but his many years of professional career had prevented him from reacting, and his mouth was still chattering non-stop.

"God! His reaction is really fast. In this case, he can react in time and save the ball!"

"so amazing!"

"fantastic!"

"What a quick reaction! Just like Cassie!"

For Spanish fans, Casey is currently the best goalkeeper.

It is already a high praise for the commentator to compare him.

Saw the ball go out of bounds, didn't go in.

Zheng Long's save completely detonated the fans of Zaragoza.

It was as if a button had been turned, and it was moving from a standstill.They jumped up, raised their arms and shouted.

"awesome!"

"Good job!"

They celebrated with excitement as if they knew the news that their loved ones had been brought back from death by doctors.

At this moment, the stadium became Zaragoza's home court.

Coming to the scene, the cheers of nearly 1 Zaragoza fans resounded through the stadium.

After celebrating, some fans asked their friends,

"Wow, that Oriental guy is pretty good. His saves are very good! Who is that guy? I didn't know there was such a person among our fans!"

A fan next to him immediately spoke up. "How do you guys who don't care about team transfers know? This Asian guy was just transferred from the youth team a week ago!"

"Half-level people dare to embarrass themselves here. He was transferred from the youth team. This guy was bought from outside. It seems to be a Chinese, what is the name of the dragon!"

"Huaxia people? Are there any Huaxia people who can play football? Aren't they the best at small ball sports?"

……

The Huelva fans let out a shocking lament.They all held their heads and shouted. "NO!"

Slumped in a chair.

Damn it, don't go in like this.

Where did that damned substitute goalkeeper come from?Is he a pervert?
When coach Popovich saw Zheng Long saving the ball to the baseline, he jumped up.

Very good!
Haha ...

This proves that Zheng Long is qualified to guard Zaragoza's goal, and it also proves the correctness of his substitution.

My decision was indeed wise.

Likewise, Huelva's head coach, J. Otla, stands on the sidelines.

He stared dumbfounded at Zheng Long's rescue of two must-go goals, and squatted down, holding his head.

Can he react to such a shot?
Save it?
Is that guy a monster?
(End of this chapter)