NABC Chapter 1172 Best luck!
Chapter 1172 Best luck!
Chapter 1172 Best luck!
Under the tremendous pressure of the audience, Spain's No.3 penalty kicker Pedro stepped forward.
He glanced at Cassano, quite disdainful in his heart.
Think back when we Barcelona abused Real Madrid, you weren't even a starter, so there's nothing to be arrogant about now.
Pedro didn't have much contact with Cassano, and the two had no personal grievances, but Pedro just didn't like Cassano.
As a direct descendant of La Masia, Pedro's dislike of Real Madrid players permeates from his bones, which is the biggest reason for his hostility towards Cassano.
Standing in front of the ball, Pedro took a deep breath, he backed up slowly, ran up quickly, and shot vigorously!
The ball is extremely fast and flies to the lower right corner of the goal!
The ball hit the post!
Still bounced into the net!
Buffon made the save in the right direction, but his fingertips were still a little short of the ball, and he could only watch the ball fly into the dead corner of the goal.
Listening to the cheers of the Spanish fans in the stadium, Buffon, who fell to the ground, hammered the ground hard!
Just now he made a save in the right direction, just a little bit!
The first three rounds of penalties for both teams are over and the score is now 3-3.
Italy's fourth appearance is Balotelli.
Standing in front of the penalty spot, Balotelli just took two steps back and shot directly!
The ball went straight into the upper right corner of the goal!The ball went in!
Casillas didn't even react to what was going on, and the ball spun in the net.
The Italian fans in the stands cheered again and applauded Balotelli again and again.
At this time Balotelli did not leave the field, he stood at the penalty spot with his head held high!
Back in the Italian camp, he proudly asked Cassano: "Dude, wasn't I handsome just now? Do you remember Cantona, who was Manchester United's No. 7? Do you feel like the king is coming?"
Cassano shook his head: "No, it's not like the king descends, like a big fool."
Balotelli: "I'm fucking FxxK..."
After Balotelli returned to the Italian camp, Torres stepped out in the Spanish team.
As the "son of luck" of the Spanish team, Torres has always been very lucky.
In 2008, Europe swayed Lahm's goal to help Spain successfully reach the top.
In 2010, Torres was also very lucky, helping Spain become the world champion.
Even in Chelsea, Torres often doesn't open for half a year, and opens for half a year.
And just after coming off the bench, Torres also scored a goal shortly after coming on the field, in excellent form.
Standing in front of Buffon, Torres showed no expression, he looked at Buffon with empty eyes.
Buffon is very clear that this kind of free thrower is the most dangerous.
However, Buffon also feels that he is in a good state. The two saves just now have been judged in the right direction. If Torres' penalty is saved now, then the game will definitely be stable!
Torres backed away slowly, Buffon staring at Torres' feet.
Run up, volley the bottom right corner of the goal!
Buffon judged the right direction!He rubbed the ball with his fingertips!
The ball hit the post!Bounced out!
The ball was thrown by Buffon!
At this time, there was a burst of crazy cheers in the stands!
And in the Italian players' camp and the coach's dugout, everyone was applauding excitedly!
Buffon has made a contribution!
Torres, who missed the penalty kick, fell to the ground in an instant, his eyes were still empty, but there was a lot of disappointment hidden deep inside.
The ball was missed and Torres knew very well that the team was in danger.
Now the penalty shootout is 4 to 3, and then Casillas must save Italy's penalty, and Mata, who was the last to play, must score in order to ensure a draw.
But the last Italian player to play, can he miss the penalty kick...
When Del Piero walked towards Buffon with a smile on his face, the audience burst into applause, and the two men hugged each other tightly.
As teammates of Juventus for more than ten years, the relationship between the two has already surpassed that of ordinary teammates and friends. They are the closest comrades-in-arms and the most caring brothers.
"Jian, your save just now was so beautiful. You can go to rest now, and wait for a while to win the cup!"
"No problem Del! I have so much confidence in you!"
Buffon on the side simply sat on the ground, waiting for Del Piero to take the penalty.
At this time, Casillas slowly came to the goal. He looked at Del Piero, frowning, and then quickly relaxed.
"Dell, I always save your penalty during this time." Casillas said suddenly.
Del Piero nodded: "Yes, we played fiercely in the Champions League final, but we didn't expect to meet again in the European Cup final."
"In the second half of the Champions League final, I saved your penalty, and then you scored a follow-up shot, right?"
"That's right, I successfully scored your goal in the final penalty shootout, you should also remember that."
"That is to say, your penalty success rate is 50.00%, is it?"
Piero smiled and stopped talking.
He knew very well that Casillas would play psychological warfare with him again, but Piero didn't care.
If he was from Hua, he would definitely say a Chinese proverb - they are all foxes of a thousand years, what kind of Liaozhai are you playing with me?
Piero backed away slowly, he looked at Casillas in front of him.
In a way, Casillas' career is more perfect than his own.
At club level, he has won the league and the Champions League, as well as countless other cups; at national team level, he has won the World Cup and the European Cup, achieving the best of Spain.
But Del Piero has also won the Champions League and the league at the club level, as well as countless cups; but at the national team level, he has only one World Cup and no European Cup.
If this penalty is scored, Del Piero will also be a Grand Slam player with a flawless career.
Fans from both sides in the stands held their breaths, not daring to show their breath.Lest the breathing sound is too loud, it will affect the free throws or saves of the players.
Even the narrators and hosts in the live broadcast room became quiet and spoke cautiously.
Vieri pointed his hands to the sky and prayed in a low voice: "I hope Del Piero can score this penalty, and I hope these boys can fulfill our unfulfilled wishes."
Di Livio stared in the direction of the goal and muttered to himself: "Dell must be fine, he must be fine..."
In the Huaguo live broadcast room, Li Tie and Zheng Zhi had already stood up. The two looked at Piero on the court. The two who were usually very calm were also a little nervous at this time.
Zheng Zhi waved his fist lightly: "Captain, you must be fine! Sir, you must be able to become the European champion coach!"
Li Tie also had a firm gaze: "The Italian team has coach Yun Sheng, they will definitely make it to the end, and this goal will definitely be scored!"
At this moment, it seems that the whole world is still, it seems that the eyes of the whole world are on Piero...
(End of this chapter)