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Chapter 65 Turin Derby ([-])

The big screen of the stadium faithfully recorded the whole process of Juventus's quick counterattack just now.

Shaking to the south to open the defense of Lerotalie, he began to accelerate suddenly. When F1 had already started to accelerate, it was futile to let Lerotalie chase after him desperately. He could only see the crimson The exaggerated back of the red number 61.

"Stop him!! Stop him!!" This is Buffon's voice. Obviously, the Italian national team is very dissatisfied with the loss of position on this side after Lerotalie's breakthrough.

In Juventus, Buffon is the marshal of the backcourt. His experience and judgment are Juventus' most precious wealth.

Facing Andrade, who was defending against him, facing south, he kept changing his feet——
Andrade's eyes were fixed on the feet of the annoying No. 61 in front of him, and he didn't shoot blindly, looking for the best time to steal the ball.

Sudden--
South and pull the ball to the left——
'Do you still want to play that trick? Andrade glanced bitterly at the guy in front of him, "I'm not that idiot Barzali!" '

If Xiang Nan knew the fabled mind-reading skills, he wouldn't mind telling Andrade, 'You've been fooled, don't doubt it, you're an idiot! '

Xiangnan dunked the ball, followed by a horizontal line, and quickly ran to the right! !

"Single-handed!! Beautiful pass, Andre's beautiful through ball, Dimichele appeared in the position where he should appear most. I believe that after more than three months of recuperation, our shooter's shooting skills will be even better powerful!!"

Bang! !

Dimichele's left-footed shot was touched by Buffon Kankan with his fingertips, and the ball hit the left post with a crisp sound! !

Uh, it seems that Brother Tomasi has forgotten one thing. After being injured for three months, not only will he maintain his health more effectively, but it will also make a striker forget where his shooting boots are! !

"Backshot!!! Andre!! go——" Brother Tomasi's goal is about to roar out, just like the internal martial arts in Chinese Kungfu, the energy sinks in the dantian, and suddenly bursts out, like the legendary lion Roar's critical power state ---
Xiang Nan ran towards the goal at high speed, and slid to the ground to shoot——
2 meters!
1 meters! !

At this time, a black and white figure suddenly appeared, hooking the ball with the toes, and the ankles of these feet can be seen to the south, followed by a big foot, driving the ball out of the penalty area, and then it was against Andrade. Roaring loudly, "Focus!!!"

Xiang Nan hurriedly retracted his feet, "Doesn't this guy know that if he is even 10 centimeters forward, he will knock down his ankle?" '

'Or he is very confident in his work ethic and thinks he will definitely stop! ? '

The black and white figure quickly ran towards the front field! !
Fight back! !
This is Juventus' chance to fight back! !

Xiangnan got up and saw the black and white back, and the big '11' on the back of the jersey! !

"Is it Pavel?" Xiang Nan looked at the figure in a daze, "Czech Iron Man!! No wonder!!"

This Czech named Pavel Nedved (Pavel-Nedved) is simply a live version of the Iron Warrior on the pitch! !
Excellent physical fitness! !

Tough style! !

Plenty of energy! !

Worthy of the title of "Czech Iron Man"! !
What does the 7-year tacit understanding represent?
A kind of trust! !

a feeling! !

The moment Nedved kicked the ball out with his big foot, Piero had already started to accelerate. He had absolute confidence in his old buddy! !

"Oops!" Xiang Nan could see clearly in Juventus's pass, the Czech iron man's pass was very threatening this time!The ball is very powerful, and it is a bit erratic in the air. As long as Del Piero can stop the ball, there will be a flat river in front of him. There is also Trey who runs across the left and right on Piero's two wings. Zegai and Iaquinta are threatening the gate of Turin at any time! !

"I should have gotten up quickly and fought back on the spot just now!!" Xiang Nan was suddenly very annoyed in his heart at this moment! !I was all focused on Nedved just now, but I forgot to fight back on the spot to interfere with the Czechs' counterattack.

This Juventus midfielder had a huge impact on himself, returning to the defense without hesitation, risking injury to clear the siege, and the roar of great dissatisfaction with the back line! !
An ageless heart on the pitch! !

Piero's chest lightly stopped, and then he jumped the ball with his left foot, swaying away Franceschini who was rushing up, and then with his right foot, he hit the middle and lower part of the ball, and the ball sent a whoosh With a whoosh roar, it passed the ten fingers of the attacking Turin goalkeeper Abbiati and flew into the net! !
After scoring the goal, the Zebra Prince ran to the midfield and hugged Nedved tightly!
"Beautiful entry, Alessandro!!"

"The pass is also beautiful, but——" Piero looked at his old partner, "Is your kick a clearance or a pass?"

Nedved gave Del Piero a shot as revenge for the team captain's distrust of him.

Enen, after this goal, the feeling of leading is comfortable. Even the zebra prince, who has never joked much, became relaxed and made a joke about the Czech.

At this time, the big screen in the stadium displayed impressively:

Goal! Alessandro del Piero, 19'

The Juventus fans in the away stands erupted instantly, cheering for their captain and their flag, and giving applause to that crazy hero! !

"With this ball, the Turin team's defense has a huge loophole. This is the consequence of the three-forward strategy!!"

"Yes, Torino's defense is too inappropriate, but D-Zanetti as a midfielder (because Juventus also has a C-Zanetti, so let's distinguish it this way), there is no timely Return to defense and contain Piero!!"

"Andre's performance just now is also far below the standard!!"

"Just now the 'Prince of Turin' should have counterattacked on the spot!! Interfering with Nedved's second pass!! Instead of staring at the Czech star's back in a daze, you know, now is not the time to sign! !"

I have to say that Jessica's words still represent the opinions of some so-called famous Italians. Although they have selective recognition of Xiang Nan's outstanding performance, they are still far from accepting it from the heart. In other words, Europeans' prejudice against Asian football is still very marketable.

In comparison, Jessica is already very good, at least he has objectively recognized Xiang Nan's strength.

Perhaps, it is also because Xiang Nan grew up in Belgium, which gave picky Italians a little sense of identity.

In the middle, I have to talk about the Apennine Peninsula's views on Asian players, and all of this, I believe anyone who has watched the 2002 World Cup will be deeply touched.

Successive 'clean and neat' kills of Portugal, Italy, Spain, and South Korea's 'historic World Cup semi-finals', made the future of Asian football in the world football, and made a deal that Koreans made money ! !
Why, the Koreans didn't kill Germany?
Reach the finals?
What a temptation?
Ask, does he dare? ! ! !

*****
Fans are always the cutest. Turin fans didn't complain to their prince because of Xiang Nan's mistake. As for that Jessica in the studio hall of "Turin Sports [-]"?

Well, Jessica! !This man should be thankful that what he said just now was only aimed at the audience in front of the TV, otherwise the flames of anger in the stadium would be enough to burn the famous host of "Turin Sports [-]" to charred outside and tender inside. This is still discounted.

There was a bang, the sound of the TV being smashed! !
"TMD! Jessica, how dare you insult the prince of Turin!!" Uh, this is a giant man waving his fists! !

Enen, it seems that Jessica has to be careful about her unintentional words, let's treat them as unintentional words...

Recoba patted Xiangnan on the shoulder, "Andre, it's not your fault, when Pavel goes crazy, no one can stop him." "

"En!" Xiang Nan nodded vigorously, but Xiang Nan insisted that this was his own responsibility, and he should be brave enough to take it on. He knew that it was Recoba comforting him, and Xiang Nan looked at Reco gratefully. Ba, "Thank you Alvaro, I know what to do!!
Xiang Nan roared fiercely in his heart, only a goal can wash away the annoyance and apology in the Chinese boy's heart.

"This ball is mine!! Come on everyone!!! Hurry up and equalize the score!! Xiang Nan clapped his palms and shouted!!
"How can one be enough!! Andre, you have to score two and try to overtake, so that's almost the same!!" This is the voice of captain Komoto! !

This is Xiang Nan's current teammate in Turin! !
Conan?

What to mention him for?This guy is not on the field, if you think about him, go to the reserve team to have a look.

Xiang Nan raised his head, stood in the middle circle, and waved his arms vigorously...

After kick-off, the game continues! !

(End of this chapter)