Chapter 30 Stand up for a very fat fat man
Less than a minute after the kick-off in the second half, most of the fans who came back from the bathroom had not warmed the plastic seats under their buttocks. Real Madrid's superstars had already piled arhats on the court to celebrate the goal. The referee Vitennis pointed his fingers to the middle circle with a sad and happy face!
And Mallorca's players were at a loss, looking at the fat man who was struggling at the lowest level by Real Madrid's players, with a horrible look in his eyes...
The commentator continued to play his awkward role: "Oh, it's really scored. Let's take a look at the slow-motion return visit... Oh, my God, Ronaldo..."
On the big screen over the center of the stadium, the picture began to play the wonderful goal shots that had just been missed by many people:
After Mallorca kickoff, he made a long pass to look for the team's striker, but Real Madrid's central defender Cannavaro struggled to push the ball out. Without waiting for the ball to land, winger Robinho's ghostly killed and stopped the ball. Due to the interference of the close movements of the opponent's back waist Basnas, the Brazilian handsome boy chose to stop the ball directly after stopping the ball. Front court.
This is a blind pass, and the ball flew over the big round bald head of Mallorca central defender Jose Núñez...
Do you like to put all round things together? Maybe Nunez should consider becoming a striker, and the success rate is a little higher...
Come on!!
Nignes, who assisted in the first half of the Oolong, found a chance to make contributions, roared excitedly, and rushed up, ready to make a beautiful top...
But at this time, a very fat fat man came out!
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Ronaldo began to rush forward at the moment of Robinho's barb pass. When the ball was still ten meters away from him, Nunez was still eight meters away from the ball...
However, the ball is flying towards Nunez. According to the physical logic of the earth, in less than a second or two, the central defender of Mallorca will definitely break the ball first...
So a proud smile began to appear on Nunez's confident face... But then... Er? Then it became nervous... then it became panic... and then...
Then in the exclamation of the whole audience, the fat man who "flyed too low" like drinking aviation gasoline, stretched out his big feet in red sneakers and controlled the ball under his feet for three seconds before Nuñez touched the ball. He left three seconds to play countless face-changing stunts. A tide of Nunez exhaled fat and trembling air...
Tragedy!
Until this time, poor Di Nunez suddenly thought that... It seems... It seems that this fat man used to have a nickname called Alien, and he used the physical logic on earth to ask him that it was really a tragic mistake...
The next thing is a disaster for Mallorca's fans. The round fat man showed his lightness that did not match his weight. The pendulum of the sign was too much, which made Antonio Patz, the head of Mallorca, perform in vain. After lying down in place, he sent the white ball into the empty door...
Amazing speed, unparalleled technology...
Aliens return to Earth!!!!!!
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After scoring the goal, Fei Luo raised his arms high and looked up at the sky with a pleasant smile on his face!
Since the serious injury at the Meazza Stadium in 1999, although I have broken through the opponent's goal again and again, I no longer dare to sprint as freely as I do today. The fragile knees and the glass-like scia are always in the right state. Strike and demonstration, injury is like a naughty lover that you can never get rid of, coming again and again...
But today, it's over. A somewhat "obscene" figure flashed in Fei Luo's mind, that is, that person, who changed everything...
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Real Madrid's other superstars found that the fat man stood shamelessly in front of the opponent's goal and put on an ugly POSE after scoring a wonderful goal, so they rushed up rudely and pressed him under his body...
"Ronnie, you bastard, you stole the limelight of all of us..."
Fei Luo: "Help... Falk, which bastard stepped on me..."
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And Li Tongfan's heart beat fiercely at the moment Ronaldo rushed forward. Although he had known for a long time that the ball would definitely score, he saw his former idol at such a close distance to make his opponent despair with a destructive momentum, far more than the green that can only move back and forth on the computer screen in FM. The little dots are much more exciting...
The goal is scored!!!!
A kind of anger and a sense of pleasure filled his whole body in an instant, so that Li Tongfan broke free like a madman and rushed up to hug his assistant coach Grad to celebrate. In everyone's surprised eyes, he ran more than 500 meters around the court and came to the North Stand, which gathered Mallorca's most hardcore fans, roared crazily...< /P>
"Kneel down, bastards... Come and kneel down!!!!!"
Like an enraged lion, Li Tongfan unconsciously shook his arms and roared and provoked in Spanish. In the stands, the large banner of the Chinese with long whips crawling on the ground was so dazzling in the camera...
Chinese, kneel down!
These short red words are like a thorn deeply pierced into the cracks of the nails. From the first sight of the game, they repeatedly tortured Li Tongfan for more than 60 minutes, which was a kind of heartbreaking pain...
Yes, my motherland is indeed a football desert. Those big-bellied bureaucrats have always been the shady balls in their crotch of football. They can play as they want, but...
But you Spanish bastards, why do you want me to kneel down, go to your mother's football power, come here, kneel down for me... Kneel down!!!
This is a happy catharsis. As early as Joel Luca scored, Lao Li wanted to fight back, but it was not a huge advantage to lead a ball, so he put up with it. Until now, Li Tongfan couldn't help it anymore. He could hold his urine and hold out prostatitis, not to mention the anger that was about to explode. Fire?
Kneel down, kneel down to the laborers!
Li Tongfan was like a puppet. Facing thousands of Mallorca fans, he repeatedly roared the same sentence, until assistant coach Grad covered his face tremblingly and dragged him away horizontally with a black umbrella...
As for why Grad holds an umbrella, look at the angry Mallorca fans and the cores, lighters, mobile phones, hats flying down from the stands... Er, and shoes, underwear, underwear will tell...
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In order to have a coherent plot, two chapters have been updated this time. Don't wait for the chapters at noon. It will be updated at about 8 p.m.!
Again, during the period of rushing to the list, everything that can be left will be left!