69novels Chapter 389
Chapter 389
"GGGGGG----OOOOO----AAAAA----LLLLL!"
"GGGGGOOOOAAAALLLL!"
"GOAL!!!"
"GOAL!!!"
"GOAL!!!"
"GOAL!!!"
"SUSUSUSUSUFEI!!!"
"In the 113th minute of overtime, a long-range shot from outside the penalty area is a world wave!"
"Volley!"
"The peach blossom shadow falls on the flying sword, and the cold light of the sword shakes the nine states!"
"3:2!!!"
"Croatia chases 3 goals in a row, and there are less than 10 minutes left in overtime. Croatia surpasses Italy!"
"A near-final kill, this is a near-final kill!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"All the fans who support Croatia in front of the TV, can you still control your emotions at this moment?"
-【Ahhhhhh! Crazy! Ahhhhhh! I can't control it! 】
-【Oh my god, this goal is so damn handsome, Su Shen!!! 】
-【I cried, I cried again. When Modric scored just now, my eyes were swollen. Now I can't even see the TV clearly. 】
-【When you thought Su Fei would be invisible until the penalty shootout, he suddenly stood up, like a god, and suddenly killed the game! 】
-【Finally! Can I hold the World Cup? Hold the cup! Hold the cup! Hold the cup!! 】
The barrage in the live broadcast room was crazy, not to mention the Croatian fans at the scene and the Croatian people in front of the TV.
Tens of thousands of Croatian fans in the Berlin Olympic Stadium, tears mixed with smiles, roaring, shouting, using all their life's strength.
"Su!!!"
"Su!!!"
"Su!!!"
They shouted in unison, they will be the greatest passion of their lives.
Dedicated to Su Fei on the court, that is their hero, the real hero!
Su Fei!
Before this World Cup final, he had also fantasized about it countless nights.
If I am lucky enough to enter the World Cup final, if I am lucky enough to hit the goal that decides the outcome of the game.
How should I celebrate?
Those answers.
At this moment, they all disappeared.
Instead,
Su Fei subconsciously raised his hands, spread his five fingers, and placed them on his ears.
How to celebrate.
It doesn't matter.
At this moment.
Su Fei just wanted to listen carefully to the cheers from the entire stadium, not just the entire stadium!
Outside the stadium, Su Fei seemed to hear the shouts from the 4.4 million people in Croatia, and the shouts from all the fans who supported him in front of the TV.
Tears.
Some of them rolled around in Su Fei's eyes uncontrollably.
But Su Fei held back.
Wang.
Will not cry in front of the world.
Wang.
Just show the world how powerful and invincible he is!
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The Croatian bench had gone crazy. The substitutes huddled together and yelled. Kovac and Davor Suker hugged each other and cried.
Only Kranjcar.
was still trying to suppress his emotions.
Waiting for the final whistle of the game to sound.
"Come on!!"
"Defend!!"
"Hold on until the last moment!"
Kranjcar yelled at the players celebrating excitedly on the court to remind them that the game was not over yet.
On the other side.
Marcello Lippi also forced himself to stay calm and shouted, hoping to pull the players back from their lost emotions.
"We still have a chance!"
"Attack!!"
"Run, you must run!"
The two head coaches were also on the verge of losing control of their emotions and gave instructions to the court.
But they were in completely different moods.
The referee Elizondo also began to urge the players of both sides to return to their respective half of the court to stand.
The momentum is rising.
Croatia is completely on the rise.
"Bori se!!"
"Bori se!!"
"Bori se!!"
The sky above the Berlin Olympic Stadium echoed with the cheers from the fans.
The game entered the final countdown.
The Azzurri became the side that expected a miracle to happen.
More than 20 minutes ago, when the regular time was about to end.
They still had a 1-goal lead.
They were about to win the World Cup.
But now.
The artillery of history has been ruthlessly aimed at the land of the Apennine Peninsula, ready to go.
Just wait for that "beep"!
It will be in an instant
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"The extra time is about to end!"
"The soldiers of the Blue Army have not given up yet!"
"They are still trying to find a chance to equalize the score!"
"Croatia has adopted a bus-style defense in front of the goal."
"The ball is firmly under the control of Italy."
"They have the ball."
"But it is difficult to send the football into the goal that seems to be close yet out of reach."
"The hero of Croatia has stood up!"
"Who will be the hero of Italy?"
"Or so."
"They will eventually become the victims of the enthronement of the new king of Croatia!"
"The victims who once dominated the situation on the field!"
In the live broadcast room of Zhuangdianertai, He Wei's commentary is still poetic, but more like a cruel war epic.
The 120th minute of the game.
Italy got their last chance.
Corner kick on the right.
In the penalty area in front of the goal, almost all the Italian players gathered here, including goalkeeper Buffon.
Italy gave everything.
To fight for this last chance to score.
Pirlo kicked off.
At this moment.
Countless ways of kicking off flashed through his mind, but facing the iron wall built by Croatia, he had no confidence.
This ball.
He chose to believe in himself...
Beep!
The referee Elizondo blew the whistle.
Pirlo twisted his body and kicked the ball with the outside of his right foot. The ball spun and flew towards the goal almost along the baseline.
At this moment.
The whole stadium was silent, Italian fans were waiting for a miracle, and Croatian fans were preparing to cheer.
"Pirlo!!"
"Shoot directly from 0 angle!!"
"This ball..."
"Pledikosa!!"
"The ball flew out of the penalty area!"
"Beep!!!"
"The referee blew the whistle to end the game!"
"It's over!"
"The game is over!"
"Congratulations to Croatia for becoming the final champion of the 2006 World Cup in Germany!"
"Congratulations to Su Fei for scoring twice and setting a historical record of 15 goals in a single World Cup!"
"Congratulations..."
The cheers from the Berlin Olympic Stadium drowned out Wang Tao's commentary.
The stadium was already in madness.
The Croatian players opened their arms and ran on the field, and the Croatian coaching staff, substitutes, and staff also rushed to the grass frantically.
Hug each other and cry with their heads in their hands.
Cried.
All the Croatian men's football players cried.
No one could control their tears at this moment, they were truly crying with joy.
Su Fei and Modric hugged each other tightly.
He lowered his head and buried his face in Modric's shoulder, his tears wet Modric's jersey.
"Su!"
"We won!"
"Su!"
"You cried! You actually cried!"
Modric choked and his words became blurred.
"No, I didn't cry, I just had sand in my eyes."
Su Fei used the most childish words to force himself to explain.
He obviously didn't want to cry.
When he hit that near-loser a few minutes ago, he still thought he wouldn't cry because of winning the championship.
The slap in the face came so quickly.
I can only say tears.
He is not doing well.
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