Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu

Ye Chen slowly stood up from the forbidden area.

Pat the grass on your body and give high-fives to your teammates.

"Pretty point!"

"Yes, no penalty is in doubt.

"Well done Ye Chen!"

just now.

Ye Chen was on the edge of the big penalty area, when he received Erikson's high-altitude ball.

Manolas, behind him, a fierce back collision, directly knocked Ye Chen flying!

Ye Chen rolled on the ground for several meters, spinning around like a top a few times before stopping.

The referee ran to the crime, sounded the whistle, pointed to the penalty spot!

He held his head in his hands, and his heart was beating still.

Why was Ye Chen knocked by me

? Aren't you very hard in your body, I just used the same strength as before, you flew?

When I hit you with my back before, you

didn't move! Manolas and the

referee theory: "I rush behind my back like this, for Ye Chen, it is impossible to fly so far, he is acting, referee, don't be deceived by him!"

The referee raised his eyebrows and said positively: "I saw it, okay, the moment you caught the ball, you hit him hard behind your back, you were stronger than him, this person was knocked away by you, what else do you argue?" "I

don't even need to watch the VAR video replay, the back in the penalty area is violently charged, and there is no doubt about the penalty." "

This..." Manolaston was speechless.

It seems that the penalty cannot be escaped.

He was still angry and rushed towards Ye Chen again.

"Boy, what are you acting, when I hit you before, why didn't you fall?" Ye

Chen gave him a blank look, like looking at a retard.

"You are stupid, of course I won't fall when I hit me outside, just now in the restricted area, of course I want to fall, just your IQ is still a middle defender!"

Manolas: "&)*¥#%!!"

On the barbecue stall, Fatty Wang's heart mentioned his throat.

"Oh, please don't go in, or I'll lose badly, damn it!"

The game has come to 80 minutes, Inter lead by two goals, both the scene and the momentum, the advantage.

Take away three points, there is no suspense,

but Fatty Wang is not worried about this.

According to the previous bet with Inter fan Ah Fei, Inter would have won.

For every ball they won, he and Li Datou had to pay for a table at this barbecue restaurant.

Now it's time to buy two tables.

If this penalty is scored again, another table will be bought.

Fatty Wang looked left and right.

At these tables of people around him, mutton, beef, hot pot, and beer were all over the table.

Three tables are at least a thousand

, even if they are shared equally with Li Datou, one person is hundreds of years bigger!

On the projection screen of the barbecue restaurant, Lautaro picked up the football.

Li Datou, who had been staring nervously at the screen, breathed a sigh of relief.

He quietly felt a huazi from Fatty Wang's cigarette box and lit it.

This night snack party, Li Datou did not buy a pack of cigarettes, and he was smoking Wang Fatty's huazi.

"It's okay, Lautaro's penalties are sparse, last season he made 2 of 4 penalties, he may not have scored!"

However, Lautaro smiled and took the ball to Ye Chen.

According to the rules of the team, Romelu Lukaku is the first penalty taker and Lautaro is the second.

After Brozovic's long injury, Ye Chen was promoted to third penalty taker.

However, Lautaro felt that Ye Chen had already assisted three times, and he deserved a goal in this game, so he gave Ye Chen the right to take the penalty!

Watching Ye Chen walk towards the penalty spot, Li Datou and Fatty Wang whined at the same time.

"Why is it Ye Chen to penalize, isn't it Lautaro!" "Lautaro

, can you be a little ambitious, as a striker, don't you want to score another goal!" Inter

fan A Fei watched with relish on the side, "Hehe, Ye Chen took a penalty for the second time, take a look!"

Ye Chen stood in front of the penalty spot, looking at the goalkeeper and the Napoli fans behind the goalkeeper.

"Wu~Wu——

" "Hit the stands, hit the stands!" The Napoli fans were using noise to disturb Ye Chen.

But Ye Chen's brain was instantly empty, and he couldn't see anything, only the ball under his feet.

The referee sounded the whistle, and Ye Chen slowly ran.

Already two goals ahead, Ye Chen decided to play a flower.

He ran four steps.

In the fifth step, deliberately slow down the speed of progress -

Yu Guang, glimpsed that the goalkeeper had moved to his

left in advance! Ye Chen smiled slightly, and gently rubbed

the ball up with the back of his toes! The ball drew a parabola in the air and flew towards the middle of the goal at a very slow speed

! The Napoli goalkeeper was shocked!

If he did not judge in advance, he moved to the left, but stood in the center.

This fluttering ball can be held with one hand.

But because he pounced sideways in advance, the center of gravity shifted, and at this time he wanted to pull his body back to the center, but he couldn't do it at all!

This feeling, so helpless, so helpless, so ashamed, so uncomfortable....

Because

the football draws an arc that resembles a "spoon" when flying, it is called a spoon penalty.

The spoon penalty is one of the most difficult and aesthetic penalties, if scored, it is wonderful, if the goalkeeper does not pounce in advance, then the spoon penalty will not be powerful, and the player who misses the penalty will be laughed at.

Therefore, for the penalty shooter, it is necessary to have a strong psychological quality.

The most famous spoon penalty is naturally the 2006 World Cup final, France vs Italy match, Zidane

penalty penalty! Ye Chen, spoon penalty score, Inter away 4-1 lead Napoli!



1-4 Ye Chen spoon penalty illustration. The goalkeeper moved ahead of time and could only sit on the ground, watching the football slowly enter the goal from the middle,

and the king fat man looked dumbfounded.

Ye Chen not only scored the ball steadily.

How

could Ye Chen, who has such a big heart, lose away to Napoli.

"It's miserable, it's miserable, it's numb now..." Fatty

Wang wanted to cry without tears.

Fortunately, with the remaining ten minutes, Inter deliberately slowed down the pace of attack and retained strength.

Ye Chen was also replaced and rested early.

The score was 4-1 and remained until the end.

Fatty Wang bought the last AC Milan match against Juventus and lost 1,000.

Immediately after that, three tables of people will be invited to dinner.

Ten thousand horses flew past his heart.

He reached for his cigarette case, wanting to smoke a huazi and suppress his shock.

When

he turned his head, Li Datou, who was at the same table, had already left the table.

Li Datou took advantage of Fatty Wang's stunned, quietly got up, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and prepared to leave.

Fatty Wang looked at Li Datou at the taxi, and suddenly realized!

"Damn, the money for three tables of supper is to be shared by the two of us, why did you kid run away!" Fatty Wang stood up and pointed at Li Datou outside the door and scolded.

Li turned around, waved to him with a smile, got into the taxi, and walked.

So angry that Fatty Wang tore the empty cigarette box on the table to shreds!

"Big head Li on the dog day, smoked my huazi for a night, said that we would share the night snack fee together, you still slipped away, you kid wait for me!"

Ah Fei laughed and leaned forward and back.

"Hahahaha, fatty, how to say," Ah Fei gloated, "You see, now in the store except us, exactly three tables, don't you express it?" Wang

Fatty looked bitter, stood up helplessly, and cleared his throat.

"Ahem, everyone, tonight, my prince pays!"