Chapter 1052 Great War Between Britain and Italy
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Lao Zuo
"Zhuang TV station!"
"Zhuang TV station!"
"Welcome to the second match of Group D of the 2014 World Cup, where England and Italy will decide the winner at the Amazon Arena."
"I'm Old Zhan!"
"I am your pony~"
In any case, in the end of the game, it was the combination of Lao Zhan and Xiao Ma who was responsible for the commentary.
"The two teams don't seem to have as deep a grudge as Britain and Argentina, but as we all know, in the 80s and 90s, the league in the Apennine Peninsula was called the [Little World Cup]. In that glorious era, Maradona, Platini, The Dutch Three Musketeers led by Matthaeus and Gullit created this prosperous world."
"Later, Ronaldo, Shevchenko, and Zenane took over and continued to maintain the glory of the Apennines."
"But in the new century, the Premier League has gradually risen. Now, the Premier League Big7 has already replaced the Seven Sisters of Serie A, and has become the symbol of the world's number one league and a football club that more people know!"
"In the past European competitions, Serie A at the club level was once crushed by the Premier League."
"But at the national team level, the Italian team, which won the World Cup in 06, surpassed England in terms of performance."
"It wasn't until Lindy's arrival that England won the European Cup again."
"But the World Cup championship is higher than the European Cup after all. England has completely crushed Italy at the club record level, and the national team results are next."
"Now, the eagles of the British Isles will fight for the highest honor with the Roman warriors from the Apennines in the Amazon Arena!"
During the commentary, the players from the two teams had already completed the pre-match handshake, and the battle was about to begin.
"beep~"
With the whistle of the referee, the battle between England and Italy officially started!
Xiao Ma can only speak like a lotus, and quickly introduce the starting lineups of both sides:
"For Italy, starting goalkeeper Gurissi, defenders Damian, Barzagli, Paletta, Chiellini."
"The midfield is De Rossi, Candreva, Pirlo, Verratti, Marchisio, and the last one is the talented Italian striker, Balotelli!"
"As for England, starting goalkeeper Joe Hart, defenders Glenn Johnson, Cahill, Maguire, Baines."
"Lindy, Henderson, Gerrard in the midfield, Rooney, Sterling, Welbeck in the front line."
"Italy's 451 vs England's variant 433!"
Lindy was actually surprised that Hodgson had the audacity to let Sterling start instead of Wilshere?
Maybe, because of the hangover from that night out with Rooney?
Unbeknownst to Lindy, the game has already begun.
He knew that this was the last stubbornness of the old dynasty Italy, defeating England and going home.
Since he wanted to do something on this stage, he couldn't let the other party do what he wanted.
After all, he saw a small area in the north stand.
There, he heard his own heartbeat!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Lin Di didn't know how much Zhang Xu spent to bring the drum into the stadium.
It's like the sound of war drums before a charge on the battlefield, and it's like the white clothes on the wall of Beiliang that year.
Lindy suddenly felt a rush of blood filling him with strength.
With one slot, De Rossi can only see the blue sky.
Before waiting for the referee's whistle, he felt his body and got up slowly.
In De Rossi's sight, a white figure was rushing towards the Italian half.
Pirlo kept retreating, shouting to himself: "Hurry up, come back!"
He doesn't know Pirlo anymore, why is he in such a tense state?
But in the next second, with the cheers from the scene, Lindy changed direction and violently knocked away Marchisio who was blocking him and continued to move forward.
Nothing seems to be able to stop this eastern lion.
Before the game, he had heard about Lindy's dilemma in the media.
On the Internet, his fans have long been fighting fiercely with netizens on various platforms in order to protect their weaknesses.
In the end, it attracted a large wave of black fans.
What's interesting is that the operation mode of these black fans is rather strange, not blindly black Lindi.
Instead, they pretend to be Lindy fans and attack any Lindy fans who make rational comments.
As long as you say that Lindy is not good, or that Liverpool is not good, they will swarm to attack.
Even if a player makes a mistake, as long as you criticize, they will immediately ask: "How many times have you won the Premier League in a row?"
"Oh, no wonder, it turned out to be a fan."
"Hehe, your Asa's grades have been good recently, don't worry about it..."
"Hehe, crystallization..."
At the beginning, many fans who didn't know the truth followed suit.
But within a few days, the reputation of Lindy fans began to be hated by fans of various clubs and players.
Lindy can't say, Lindy's teammates can't say, even the head coach's formation can't be said.
This caused many winds on the Internet to go to two extremes before and after the World Cup.
Especially a few days before the game, any news that predicted that England would not win the championship appeared under their abuse.
A new kind of smear is emerging, and they're taking the place of normal Lindy fans.
With an extreme maintenance, Lindy's reputation was hit to the bottom.
Many passers-by directly combined with Lindy's choice for this World Cup to make way for black.
After all, not everyone can know the truth.
In this case, Lindy was actually under a lot of pressure, and he would uncharacteristically start sprinting after hearing the sound of the drum.
After knocking Marchisio away, only Pirlo was left in front of Lindy.
This is also the last World Cup of Big Brother. Pirlo, who was born in 79, is already 36 years old.
Playing in the World Cup at this age can only show that the former Italian goblin, the talented young man Montolivo who is the absolute core of Florence, really can't carry the banner of Italy's midfielder.
At this moment, the drum beats again.
The drumbeat instantly overwhelmed the cheers of almost the audience, and several security personnel quickly raised the walkie-talkie to ask their supervisors.
The supervisor looked at the person in charge of security for the game, and the latter directly slapped him on the head.
"Didn't you fucking see what kind of flag was flying there?"
"Isn't it Huaxia?" The supervisor muttered.
The person in charge directly kicked him to the ground, and warned viciously: "They are good at football, but the country is strong! How dare you confiscate it? If you want to die, you will die!"
Lindy naturally didn't know about this, he just looked at Pirlo in front of him, without any emotion in his eyes, staring at him.
Pirlo had a feeling of being locked by a beast, and the coolness rose from his back in an instant.
But before he could react, Lindy and the football disappeared before his eyes.
"boom!"
The cheers on the scene exploded in an instant, and the sound of a single drum could no longer cover up.
But what no one noticed was that Lindy's pace seemed to have formed a tacit harmony with the drumbeat.
With each tap, Lindy landed just right.
The link that traveled through space seemed to be pulled by blood.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the penalty area at the moment, because Lindy sent the ball behind the outside of his right foot suddenly into the ribs of the Italian defense line.
That was the first time Sterling, who had no sense of existence, appeared in the international field of vision.
Solo?
cross?
Italy's chained city walls quickly retreated, and Rooney, Gerrard, and Welbeck, who were outflanking, were all surrounded in an instant.
Sure enough, Sterling passed the ball!
But the football didn't go to the goal, it was...
"Lindy!"
"Explosive pumping in front of the big penalty area!"
"The ball has been scored!!!"
"Football hangs in dead corner! Goalkeeper doesn't even respond!"
"England opened the scoring in the first 3 minutes!"
After scoring the goal, Lindy rushed out of the crowd and jumped directly onto the billboard behind the goal.
His superior body balance keeps him on his feet, which allows him to stand taller.
He made a fist with his right hand and patted his chest. That was where the national flag was, and the fans naturally knew it.
He is giving thanks!
Thank you, fellow countrymen!
......
"Zhuang TV station!"
"Welcome to the second match of Group D of the 2014 World Cup, where England and Italy will decide the winner at the Amazon Arena."
"I'm Old Zhan!"
"I am your pony~"
In any case, in the end of the game, it was the combination of Lao Zhan and Xiao Ma who was responsible for the commentary.
"The two teams don't seem to have as deep a grudge as Britain and Argentina, but as we all know, in the 80s and 90s, the league in the Apennine Peninsula was called the [Little World Cup]. In that glorious era, Maradona, Platini, The Dutch Three Musketeers led by Matthaeus and Gullit created this prosperous world."
"Later, Ronaldo, Shevchenko, and Zenane took over and continued to maintain the glory of the Apennines."
"But in the new century, the Premier League has gradually risen. Now, the Premier League Big7 has already replaced the Seven Sisters of Serie A, and has become the symbol of the world's number one league and a football club that more people know!"
"In the past European competitions, Serie A at the club level was once crushed by the Premier League."
"But at the national team level, the Italian team, which won the World Cup in 06, surpassed England in terms of performance."
"It wasn't until Lindy's arrival that England won the European Cup again."
"But the World Cup championship is higher than the European Cup after all. England has completely crushed Italy at the club record level, and the national team results are next."
"Now, the eagles of the British Isles will fight for the highest honor with the Roman warriors from the Apennines in the Amazon Arena!"
During the commentary, the players from the two teams had already completed the pre-match handshake, and the battle was about to begin.
"beep~"
With the whistle of the referee, the battle between England and Italy officially started!
Xiao Ma can only speak like a lotus, and quickly introduce the starting lineups of both sides:
"For Italy, starting goalkeeper Gurissi, defenders Damian, Barzagli, Paletta, Chiellini."
"The midfield is De Rossi, Candreva, Pirlo, Verratti, Marchisio, and the last one is the talented Italian striker, Balotelli!"
"As for England, starting goalkeeper Joe Hart, defenders Glenn Johnson, Cahill, Maguire, Baines."
"Lindy, Henderson, Gerrard in the midfield, Rooney, Sterling, Welbeck in the front line."
"Italy's 451 vs England's variant 433!"
Lindy was actually surprised that Hodgson had the audacity to let Sterling start instead of Wilshere?
Maybe, because of the hangover from that night out with Rooney?
Unbeknownst to Lindy, the game has already begun.
He knew that this was the last stubbornness of the old dynasty Italy, defeating England and going home.
Since he wanted to do something on this stage, he couldn't let the other party do what he wanted.
After all, he saw a small area in the north stand.
There, he heard his own heartbeat!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Lin Di didn't know how much Zhang Xu spent to bring the drum into the stadium.
It's like the sound of war drums before a charge on the battlefield, and it's like the white clothes on the wall of Beiliang that year.
Lindy suddenly felt a rush of blood filling him with strength.
With one slot, De Rossi can only see the blue sky.
Before waiting for the referee's whistle, he felt his body and got up slowly.
In De Rossi's sight, a white figure was rushing towards the Italian half.
Pirlo kept retreating, shouting to himself: "Hurry up, come back!"
He doesn't know Pirlo anymore, why is he in such a tense state?
But in the next second, with the cheers from the scene, Lindy changed direction and violently knocked away Marchisio who was blocking him and continued to move forward.
Nothing seems to be able to stop this eastern lion.
Before the game, he had heard about Lindy's dilemma in the media.
On the Internet, his fans have long been fighting fiercely with netizens on various platforms in order to protect their weaknesses.
In the end, it attracted a large wave of black fans.
What's interesting is that the operation mode of these black fans is rather strange, not blindly black Lindi.
Instead, they pretend to be Lindy fans and attack any Lindy fans who make rational comments.
As long as you say that Lindy is not good, or that Liverpool is not good, they will swarm to attack.
Even if a player makes a mistake, as long as you criticize, they will immediately ask: "How many times have you won the Premier League in a row?"
"Oh, no wonder, it turned out to be a fan."
"Hehe, your Asa's grades have been good recently, don't worry about it..."
"Hehe, crystallization..."
At the beginning, many fans who didn't know the truth followed suit.
But within a few days, the reputation of Lindy fans began to be hated by fans of various clubs and players.
Lindy can't say, Lindy's teammates can't say, even the head coach's formation can't be said.
This caused many winds on the Internet to go to two extremes before and after the World Cup.
Especially a few days before the game, any news that predicted that England would not win the championship appeared under their abuse.
A new kind of smear is emerging, and they're taking the place of normal Lindy fans.
With an extreme maintenance, Lindy's reputation was hit to the bottom.
Many passers-by directly combined with Lindy's choice for this World Cup to make way for black.
After all, not everyone can know the truth.
In this case, Lindy was actually under a lot of pressure, and he would uncharacteristically start sprinting after hearing the sound of the drum.
After knocking Marchisio away, only Pirlo was left in front of Lindy.
This is also the last World Cup of Big Brother. Pirlo, who was born in 79, is already 36 years old.
Playing in the World Cup at this age can only show that the former Italian goblin, the talented young man Montolivo who is the absolute core of Florence, really can't carry the banner of Italy's midfielder.
At this moment, the drum beats again.
The drumbeat instantly overwhelmed the cheers of almost the audience, and several security personnel quickly raised the walkie-talkie to ask their supervisors.
The supervisor looked at the person in charge of security for the game, and the latter directly slapped him on the head.
"Didn't you fucking see what kind of flag was flying there?"
"Isn't it Huaxia?" The supervisor muttered.
The person in charge directly kicked him to the ground, and warned viciously: "They are good at football, but the country is strong! How dare you confiscate it? If you want to die, you will die!"
Lindy naturally didn't know about this, he just looked at Pirlo in front of him, without any emotion in his eyes, staring at him.
Pirlo had a feeling of being locked by a beast, and the coolness rose from his back in an instant.
But before he could react, Lindy and the football disappeared before his eyes.
"boom!"
The cheers on the scene exploded in an instant, and the sound of a single drum could no longer cover up.
But what no one noticed was that Lindy's pace seemed to have formed a tacit harmony with the drumbeat.
With each tap, Lindy landed just right.
The link that traveled through space seemed to be pulled by blood.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the penalty area at the moment, because Lindy sent the ball behind the outside of his right foot suddenly into the ribs of the Italian defense line.
That was the first time Sterling, who had no sense of existence, appeared in the international field of vision.
Solo?
cross?
Italy's chained city walls quickly retreated, and Rooney, Gerrard, and Welbeck, who were outflanking, were all surrounded in an instant.
Sure enough, Sterling passed the ball!
But the football didn't go to the goal, it was...
"Lindy!"
"Explosive pumping in front of the big penalty area!"
"The ball has been scored!!!"
"Football hangs in dead corner! Goalkeeper doesn't even respond!"
"England opened the scoring in the first 3 minutes!"
After scoring the goal, Lindy rushed out of the crowd and jumped directly onto the billboard behind the goal.
His superior body balance keeps him on his feet, which allows him to stand taller.
He made a fist with his right hand and patted his chest. That was where the national flag was, and the fans naturally knew it.
He is giving thanks!
Thank you, fellow countrymen!
......
