Soccer: The Start Of The Golden Bell, The Island Player With A Broken Leg

When Chen Yuan walked towards the penalty spot with the football.

Buffon, a thirty-year-old man, took the initiative to step forward.

Facing the young and energetic Chen Yuan.

Buffon appeared experienced, unusual ~ calm.

He didn't look a little out of breath because of being awarded a penalty kick, but on the contrary - his face was normal.

"List?"

"Why not let Griezmann take the penalty?"

"Is he afraid?"

"I heard that you are very good at heading the ball. Are you not confident in your shooting skills?"

Although Buffon is calm on the surface.

But the mouth is chattering

Chen Yuan is not surprised either.

These are all psychological tactics used by goalkeepers.

Speaking of penalty kicks.

For professional players, the reason for missed free throws is nothing more than psychological factors.

As for shooting, it doesn't have much to do with it.

for example.

As strong as the king of the ball, Messi, Jin has countless shots with his left foot.

All kinds of fairy balls are at your fingertips.

However, the penalty hit rate has always been the pain of the little flea.

even.

Because of things like penalty kicks, Messi missed a lot of honors in major competitions.

But do you dare to say that the little flea's shooting skills are not good?

Most of the factors affecting Messi's penalty kick rate are not due to psychological pressure.

at this time.

As a veteran, Buffon has won the mystery of this.

Constantly output various languages ​​to Chen Yuan.

It was nothing more than trying to use various factors outside the court to exert mental pressure on Chen Yuan.

See Chen Yuan did not respond.

Buffon began to strengthen the output.

"I heard that you were expelled from the national team?"

"Why can't you even play in the World Cup with such good skills?"

"Not even qualified to enter the national team."

"Do you Taki people know how to play football?"

"You are still the first Taki country player I met."

Speaking of which.

Chen Yuan remained unmoved.

I kept reminding myself in my heart.

This is all Buffon's trick.

There is absolutely no need to bother with it.

If you really cared, you'd be fooled by him.

Seeing that Buffon is still talking about it.

Teammate Mandzukic finally couldn't stand it anymore, and rushed forward to use his body to separate the two.

Mandzukic's big tall block between the two.

Chen Yuan only felt that the roots of his ears immediately became clean.

Mandzukic frowned dissatisfied.

"If I were you, hurry back to your place now!"

"What kind of skill is it to bully the small?"

"Chen Yuan just passed his 23rd birthday. How old are you and you still bully newcomers, is it embarrassing?"

Speaking up.

Buffon is more than one round older than Chen Yuan in age.

Rao is Buffon thick-skinned.

At this time, Mandzukic was a little embarrassed to say that, and his old face turned red.

hum~

Buffon snorted coldly and retreated to the door resentfully.

Buffon stood on the goal line and kept waving his arms.

At the same time lower the center of gravity and move back and forth from side to side.

He didn't even know in which direction he wanted to fight.

Chen Yuan put the football firmly on the penalty spot.

Take a long breath.

Huhu~

The heavy breathing sound can be heard through the screen.

I saw Chen Yuan standing in front of the door with bright eyes.

Due to overactive body.

Congested blue veins were entangled in the muscles of the arms one by one.

Look crazy!

The deep eyes reveal a calmness and courage far beyond this age!

in tv.

The commentator's voice also gradually lowered.

"The current goalkeeper in front of Chen Yuan is the best goalkeeper of the IFFHS century!"

"Won the Serie A title 7 times!"

"4 Super Bowl Champions!"

"Won the title of the best goalkeeper of the year in the Italian Football League 10 times!"

"Last year, he was awarded the Italian Footballer of the Year!"

"Buffon stood there like an impenetrable wall, which seemed to be able to block all shooting angles!"

"Can Chen Yuan withstand the pressure and completely kill the game?"

As the narrator's voice became lower and lower.

Chen Yuan finally took a deep breath.

Lighten your feet.

Chen Yuan took small steps to run up, seemingly calm but deep inside he was overwhelmed.

"The strongest goalkeeper Buffon?"

"I don't care if you are Xiao Feng or what Feng, just shoot the goal and it's over!"

"Right or left?"

"Damn it!"

"I don't even know which side I'm going to play, there are no rules, it's up to you to guess!"

Chen Yuan's eyes suddenly burst into countless hostility.

It's like a bloody beast that has been thoroughly stimulated.

There is no technical feint at all.

It's all about volleying with the greatest strength.

boom!!!

The power is too strong.

So that when the football is moving at high speed in the air.

It even made a sharp whistling sound.

One second before the football was heard.

Buffon's eagle eyes stared at Chen Yuan's ankle and made various small movements.

"left side, right side?"

"Ankle swing!"

"It's on the right!!"

Relying on his rich experience, Buffon immediately judged the direction of Chen Yuan's goal.

Wait for the ball to leave Chen Yuan's inside foot.

Buffon has already made a save in advance.

I saw Buffon leaping forward.

The tall body and arms directly blocked the entire right goal.

As long as it is the ground ball, it is foolproof!

"Boom!"

Football came out.

In Buffon's pupils, a black shadow rapidly enlarged infinitely.

"Yes!"

"Sure enough, it's on the right!"

Buffon couldn't help but feel happy.

Sure enough, he has a treasured sword in the future.

Dealing with such a young man with little experience in penalty kicks, judging the direction of the save is like a child's play.

Easy as usual!

Just when Buffon was about to grin.

But the football seems to have received an external force out of thin air, and it suddenly jumped up and rushed straight to the upper right dead corner of the goal.

"what!?"

Buffon was so shocked that he yelled on the spot.

To know.

When an ordinary player kicks a penalty kick, the safest way is to take a dead corner kick on the ground.

0...seeking flowers...

The half-high ball is most likely to be blocked by the goalkeeper.

but.

This kind of high ball that goes straight to the upper corner, even if the king of the ball is here, he dare not try it easily

Not to mention a central defender with average shooting skills.

This kind of high ball that goes straight to the dead end.

A little carelessness will directly exceed the goal.

Players who can hit this kind of penalty kick are either extremely confident in their shooting skills, or they have eaten the heart of a bear!

Obviously.

Chen Yuan belongs to the latter.

Even Buffon judged the right direction.

Still can only watch the football over his head and rush directly into the dead corner.

"Damn it!"

"How can this guy have such courage and mental quality at such a young age?"

"Did he really only play one year in the top flight in the Bundesliga?"

Buffon fell to the ground.

There are thousands of question marks deep in my heart.

at the same time.

"boom!!!"

The Atlético Madrid fans held their breath, and suddenly burst into roars that shook mountains and shook mountains.

A roar like thunder.

Almost breaking through the black sky above Carl Deron Stadium.

Crazy fans lit the fireworks of victory one after another.

The last moments of the game.

Atletico Madrid 3:1 Juventus at home.

At this moment.

Even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu come, it is impossible for Juventus to turn defeat into victory.

Penalties kill the game!

Atletico Madrid fans began to celebrate the victory early at home.

A large number of cold red flames filled the auditorium.

The wind swept through.

The cold flame quickly spread to the entire stadium with the wind.

Chen Yuan ran wildly amidst the red fireworks.

this moment.

Everyone was attracted by the fiercely burning flame-like back.

The more pussy it is.

The more it makes Chen Yuan's back more mysterious and heroic, it is indescribable!

Chen Yuan is like a firework burning with all its might.

The dazzling light illuminates the stadium and even the dark night!

The on-site commentary was even more insane.

"god!!!"

"God! God!!"

"Chen Yuan completed his second hat-trick in the Champions League!"

"Unprecedented record!"

"Two Champions League games! Two hat-tricks! Six goals!"

"Champions League top scorer!"

"Chen Yuan is the top scorer in the Champions League with six goals!"

"Godlike performance!"

"Who said Chen Yuan can't do it in the Champions League?"

"Who said Chen Yuan was just a flash in the pan?"

"President, do you still have the confidence to compete with Chen Yuan for the Golden Boot?"

"Is the world football going to change!"

"The peerless double pride that has lasted for so many years, is it going to end here?"

"Taki National Front!"

"Chen———Yuan!"

The narrator's hoarse voice rendered the crazy atmosphere of the scene to the highest point.

Fans in the audience chanted "Chen Yuan"'s name.

In the sea of ​​cold flames.

Chen Yuan ran across the court proudly, holding his jersey high in his hands.

It seems to be announcing to the world football.

he came!

He will conquer everything here five!.