i'm a superstar

Chapter 59
To be precise, the value of shooting power is actually a proportional value, which is equivalent to the ratio of the maximum potential power that the human body can exert, rather than an absolute measure of power.

With Zhang Han's size, it was definitely a violent shot. 35 meters away from the goal, the ball whizzed by like lightning, and then, like a precision-guided cruise missile, it slammed into the jumping ball with a loud noise. A Lecce player's belly.

It seems that Zhang Han's violent volley was not for shooting, but for hitting people, but it was not over yet, and the referee's whistle did not sound in time.

Pong!
There was another explosion, and Zhang Han rushed forward, facing the rebounding ball, and shot again with his foot.

Pong!
The ball was heavy, and seemed to be filled with anger, and hit the face of a Lecce player who had just landed.

Between the TV sparks, the referee's whistle finally blew, but at this moment two Lecce players were lying on the ground.

"What a pity! What a pity!"

Zhang Han sighed for a while, and hit the two of them, but missed that nasty Cavatillo, what a pity.

Now the team doctor is busy enough, two Lecce players were carried off the field, it seems that the injury is not serious, they were also forced to make personnel adjustments, and they were still two at a time.

Of course, the players on both sides almost fought again at this time, but thanks to the referee's sharp eyesight and quick hands, it was stopped.

"That XXX clearly kicked someone on purpose..." the Lecce player shouted angrily.

"I kicked someone on purpose, kick one for me to see." Zhang Han was unmoved, with an innocent expression on his face, which made the referee who seemed to have a grudge against him helpless.

"Captain! It's yours!" Big Ibrahimovic held Zhang Han's shoulder, pulled him away, and said.

"I really didn't do it on purpose, they hit the ball by themselves." Zhang Han said with a blank face at first, and then said in disbelief.

"Hehe!" Ibrahimovic was amused, "But, you have to remember what you said! What if you can't score a free kick?"

Zhang Han's face turned dark again, and he was so angry that he forgot about it. It seems that the next game will be cool and pleasant.

The game started again, a real fierce battle, not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of wisdom.

Of course, the so-called wisdom refers to all kinds of tricks and performances. Since the enemy is shameless, why should we be shameless!At this moment, this is Zhang Han's heartfelt voice.

But obviously, this will be a disadvantage for Inter Milan, who made their coach Mourinho!Attacking the referee has always been his magic weapon, so it's no secret that the referee doesn't like his team.

This time it is Zhang Han's foul!Lecce got a set kick in the backcourt, the goalkeeper kicked a big foot, the ball flew far away, and came towards Inter Milan halftime.

"Good come!"

Zhang Han yelled in his heart, pulling and entangled with Jose Cavatillo.

force!The referee blew the whistle again. In this header fight, Zhang Han didn't give in at all. He knocked Cavatti slightly to the ground, and fell heavily on him when he fell.

"Cool!"

Zhang Han rolled on the ground, screaming in his heart, he is not so stupid!Stand there and wait for the referee's yellow card!You can perform, and I am not a vegetarian, so a strange scene was staged, I saw two people who collided with each other, rolling on the ground, the performance was extremely painful.

Zhang Han covered his face and peeked out through the gaps in his fingers to observe the attitude of the referee. At this moment, he heard the big Ibrahimovic who was standing nearby say: "Zhang, don't get up first, I'll call the team doctor for you."

Who said that Ibrahimovic is arrogant, he is still very good at coming, and he started to call the team doctor, which is called acting and doing a full set.

Inter Milan's team doctor was also very good at checking Zhang Han's body. Seeing that this guy was fine, he opened his eyes and looked around.

On this point, the Lecce team members obviously lacked tacit understanding, and their performance was quite clumsy. After performing for a while, Cavatillo got up from the ground, as if nothing happened, still alive and kicking.

In the following games, both sides showed their own means, and all kinds of insidious tricks were used. Pulling the jersey, pushing someone behind, deliberately elbowing, shining shoe spikes, etc. became commonplace for parents.

The two confronted each other, and Zhang Han could be regarded as having a relationship with the old rascal Cavatillo.

Of course, Zhang Han wasn't made of mud either. All kinds of swear words and national curses came out of his mouth, and he greeted the old guy's family members.

At one moment, Cavatillo was stabbed on the waist by Zhang Han from behind, and at the next moment, his vital parts were severely grabbed by his opponent.

Zhang Han felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that his quality was lowered by Cavatillo, and he learned to swear. However, he had no better way. If it was on weekdays, he would not scold him. !I've already started beating him up and I can't even recognize him, but I can't do it on the court. The old hooligan Cavatillo is still very cunning, and he can't be fooled.

In this way, the game full of gunpowder came to the 40th minute of the first half, an anxious game, the two sides scored a goalless goal, and no one shot the goal, let alone scored.

force!
At that time, Inter Milan was in the penalty area, and a player wearing a tomato egg-colored uniform fell down. Needless to say, it must be Cavatillo.

"Penalty, flagrant foul!"

The Lecce players shouted one after another. Amidst the cheers of the fans, they turned into fighting cocks one by one, aggressive.

"Diver! It's a flop! Referee, I didn't touch him at all."

The Frenchman Vieira made a puzzled gesture and said.

The slow-motion revisit, of course the slow-motion revisit in his head, Zhang Hanzai looked at it carefully, Vieira was indeed not next to Cavatillo, the two were a few inches apart!Could it be that this guy tripped over the air?

However, seeing the opponent's coach protesting loudly, and the home fans shouting loudly, the referee was still guilty, and touched his pocket with one hand, which was an action to draw a card.

yellow card!It was a yellow card, whether it was a penalty kick or a flop, the players on the field were very confused.

Then the Inter Milan players were overjoyed. Cavatil's poor performance got a yellow card, and he failed to cheat a penalty.

"How do you know that he played the card for Cavatillo?" Zhang Han asked, feeling extremely nervous.

"Of course I know, I don't know how to read his brain waves!" Anna said like a child asking for credit.

"Great, I have a little life left. I wanted you to cheat! Change his brainwaves!"

"Cut! Cheapskate, the life value of others is bound to you, you think I don't know how to cherish it!" Anna accidentally revealed a secret, shut up quickly, and said in a very low voice for the second half of the sentence.

"What? What are you talking about? I'll talk to you later!"

It was kick-off again, Zhang Han was busy with his work, and he couldn't hear clearly, so he asked.

"It's okay, you play football well!" After speaking, Anna flashed away.

　PS: I have had a cold for a week, my head is dizzy, and the manuscript is saved immediately, and my ass is burned!I have to type desperately!It can't be broken, let alone!
　　
　
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