Chapter 698 Evening score! !
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Lao Zuo
"Ashley Cole wrecked the ball!"
"Lindy!"
"England's chance is here!"
Lindy turned around quickly after receiving the pass, but someone was already coming towards him, one left and one right.
Alonso!
Busquets!
The two pressed on every step of the way, and Alonso even kept an eye on what was behind him.
Don't give Lindy a chance to speed up and rush over.
Especially Busquets' eyes are not friendly, Lindy feels that if he touches him, the attack may be invalid.
But none of his teammates were on the passing route, and there were at least three people between Rooney and himself.
I can't wait!
Lindy gritted his teeth and dribbled the ball forward. When he was close to Busquets, he could even see the faint smile on the opponent's face.
The smile on Bosque's face on the sidelines also became stronger and stronger.
Lindy didn't run, which made the audience in the stands very anxious.
Everyone looked at Lindy from the perspective of God: pass the ball quickly!
Seeing that the chance of fast break is about to be killed by Busquets and Alonso.
However, Lindy suddenly accelerated, and seemed to be trying to forcibly pass someone!
The hearts of the fans were immediately raised in their throats.
Busquets took a step forward and formed a corner with Alonso, blocking Lindy's advance route.
There is only a thin seam between the two.
Or, people pass and the ball stays.
Or, the ball passes and the person stays.
No choice!
At this moment, Lindy had a strange feeling.
The narrow slit that was originally like a moat gradually became bigger and bigger in his eyes.
It seems that there is no longer the insurmountable gap.
In my heart, there was always a voice shouting: "Rush over!"
"Rush over!"
Lindy's speed was getting faster and faster, and he came to Busquets in a blink of an eye.
The latter stepped forward and directly sealed the gap between the two.
But for a second, the entire Kiev Olympic Stadium was silent.
The old horse in the VIP stand stared wide-eyed, and the soot that had accumulated for a long time on the cigar in his hand fell to the ground.
"Kun, can this guy Lindy cast some kind of spell, actually Messi is in his body??"
Bosque's original smile instantly froze on his face.
Bars all over the world suddenly turned into a sea of alcohol, no matter where you are, no matter what time zone you are in, this is the largest cross-site linkage in history!
People yelled, kissed, and spilled their beer, etc. frantically.
A second later, the entire stadium began to shake slightly.
The management of the stadium even thinks it needs to be repaired again.
Busquets, who fell to the ground, has not yet figured out how Lindy passed.
But as he lay on the ground and turned his head to look at Lindy's galloping back, a familiar feeling came to his heart.
Lao Zhan even stood up straight away, his voice trembling with excitement:
"Oh my god! It's a beautiful one-over-two, deep-fried meatballs!"
"Walk in the courtyard, it's pleasing to the eye!"
"We haven't seen the 22-year-old Bailey, but today, we saw the 22-year-old Lindy!"
"Winning the bow should be strong, Kiev Lin is crazy!"
But Lao Zhan's voice stopped abruptly, and tears gradually appeared in the corners of his eyes. He saw something different from everyone else.
The figure running wildly across the midfield, with its head held high, seemed to be running towards his ideal.
The Spaniard's players stepped forward one by one and were resolved by him one by one.
Xiao Ma had no choice but to quickly pick up: "Three people in a row, is this still the Lindy we are familiar with?"
"Marseille is turning around. I believe that at this time, Silva has already doubted life. He should want to lift Lindy's wig to see if Qi Xuanzong is controlling this body."
"We saw that the fans at the scene had stood up and watched Lindy's charge."
"Behind him, Rooney and others are desperately catching up. This is an England led by Lindy!"
"3 against 3 in the frontcourt!"
"Let's see if England can equalize."
On the court, Lindy, Rooney, and Walcott quickly advanced in the finished form.
In front of them, Pique, Ramos, and Alba are retreating quickly.
Especially after Pique saw that Silva, who was chasing back, was passed by a Marseille he could not imagine, he turned his head and ran.
Walcott and Rooney are on the left and right, ready to open up space for Lindy.
At this time, everyone realized that Lindy was the absolute core of England.
Unity will lead to success.
Pique and Ramos looked at each other, and the latter waved his hand to signal himself to defend Lindy.
The eyes of the world are on Lindy vs. Ramos.
For Ramos, what he lacks now is time. It only takes two seconds for Alonso and others behind him to catch up.
However, time waits for no one.
While running, Lindy's left shoulder suddenly sank. This action is very familiar to Ramos and Pique!
Messi shoulders!
But Messi's shoulder sinking is a fake move, and Lindy is a real move.
Before Ramos could judge, Pique behind him shouted: "Right!"
Ramos stepped forward, and Lindy rushed directly to his right.
"I****!"
Pique directly gave up Rooney, a flying shovel, hoping to stop Lindy's single-handed ball.
Yes, Lindy's body was also shoveled and flew up.
But football was also assigned by Lindy.
Rooney was on the left, facing an almost half-empty goal, and easily scored the ball.
Almost at the same time, commentators all over the world shouted Rooney's name at the same time.
"2 to 2!"
"Rooney received a pass from Lindy and made an empty goal!"
"England equalized!"
"The balance of the game was brought back by Lindy alone!"
This kind of ups and downs of the plot made the fans in front of the TV hooked.
They looked at Rooney after scoring the goal, and flew straight to Lindy.
Lindy cheerfully picked up Rooney directly on his back and walked towards the stands of fans in England.
Two players with different skin colors and rival clubs showed their unprecedented unity to the world at this moment.
Perhaps Rooney himself doesn't know why he did this.
At least at this moment, he completely regards Lindy as his own.
Ferguson in front of the TV also smiled: "It's really lucky."
Hodgson's eyes were a little wet on the sidelines. After hugging the coaches and substitutes around him, he wiped away his tears.
At this moment, he is no longer happy that he has the opportunity to coach England to win the championship.
This is to make up for the regrets of his player period.
Bosque crossed his chest with one hand and rested his chin with the other, with a serious expression on his face.
"Let Ferran, Pedro, and Juan warm up."
He quickly explained to the assistant coach the preparations for the substitutions.
Then Harvey was called over and gave some instructions.
"The Spaniards don't know what defense is. Roy, are you ready?"
Bosque turned his head and saw that Hodgson was also looking at him.
In the eyes of the two of them, there was a raging fighting spirit!
......
"Lindy!"
"England's chance is here!"
Lindy turned around quickly after receiving the pass, but someone was already coming towards him, one left and one right.
Alonso!
Busquets!
The two pressed on every step of the way, and Alonso even kept an eye on what was behind him.
Don't give Lindy a chance to speed up and rush over.
Especially Busquets' eyes are not friendly, Lindy feels that if he touches him, the attack may be invalid.
But none of his teammates were on the passing route, and there were at least three people between Rooney and himself.
I can't wait!
Lindy gritted his teeth and dribbled the ball forward. When he was close to Busquets, he could even see the faint smile on the opponent's face.
The smile on Bosque's face on the sidelines also became stronger and stronger.
Lindy didn't run, which made the audience in the stands very anxious.
Everyone looked at Lindy from the perspective of God: pass the ball quickly!
Seeing that the chance of fast break is about to be killed by Busquets and Alonso.
However, Lindy suddenly accelerated, and seemed to be trying to forcibly pass someone!
The hearts of the fans were immediately raised in their throats.
Busquets took a step forward and formed a corner with Alonso, blocking Lindy's advance route.
There is only a thin seam between the two.
Or, people pass and the ball stays.
Or, the ball passes and the person stays.
No choice!
At this moment, Lindy had a strange feeling.
The narrow slit that was originally like a moat gradually became bigger and bigger in his eyes.
It seems that there is no longer the insurmountable gap.
In my heart, there was always a voice shouting: "Rush over!"
"Rush over!"
Lindy's speed was getting faster and faster, and he came to Busquets in a blink of an eye.
The latter stepped forward and directly sealed the gap between the two.
But for a second, the entire Kiev Olympic Stadium was silent.
The old horse in the VIP stand stared wide-eyed, and the soot that had accumulated for a long time on the cigar in his hand fell to the ground.
"Kun, can this guy Lindy cast some kind of spell, actually Messi is in his body??"
Bosque's original smile instantly froze on his face.
Bars all over the world suddenly turned into a sea of alcohol, no matter where you are, no matter what time zone you are in, this is the largest cross-site linkage in history!
People yelled, kissed, and spilled their beer, etc. frantically.
A second later, the entire stadium began to shake slightly.
The management of the stadium even thinks it needs to be repaired again.
Busquets, who fell to the ground, has not yet figured out how Lindy passed.
But as he lay on the ground and turned his head to look at Lindy's galloping back, a familiar feeling came to his heart.
Lao Zhan even stood up straight away, his voice trembling with excitement:
"Oh my god! It's a beautiful one-over-two, deep-fried meatballs!"
"Walk in the courtyard, it's pleasing to the eye!"
"We haven't seen the 22-year-old Bailey, but today, we saw the 22-year-old Lindy!"
"Winning the bow should be strong, Kiev Lin is crazy!"
But Lao Zhan's voice stopped abruptly, and tears gradually appeared in the corners of his eyes. He saw something different from everyone else.
The figure running wildly across the midfield, with its head held high, seemed to be running towards his ideal.
The Spaniard's players stepped forward one by one and were resolved by him one by one.
Xiao Ma had no choice but to quickly pick up: "Three people in a row, is this still the Lindy we are familiar with?"
"Marseille is turning around. I believe that at this time, Silva has already doubted life. He should want to lift Lindy's wig to see if Qi Xuanzong is controlling this body."
"We saw that the fans at the scene had stood up and watched Lindy's charge."
"Behind him, Rooney and others are desperately catching up. This is an England led by Lindy!"
"3 against 3 in the frontcourt!"
"Let's see if England can equalize."
On the court, Lindy, Rooney, and Walcott quickly advanced in the finished form.
In front of them, Pique, Ramos, and Alba are retreating quickly.
Especially after Pique saw that Silva, who was chasing back, was passed by a Marseille he could not imagine, he turned his head and ran.
Walcott and Rooney are on the left and right, ready to open up space for Lindy.
At this time, everyone realized that Lindy was the absolute core of England.
Unity will lead to success.
Pique and Ramos looked at each other, and the latter waved his hand to signal himself to defend Lindy.
The eyes of the world are on Lindy vs. Ramos.
For Ramos, what he lacks now is time. It only takes two seconds for Alonso and others behind him to catch up.
However, time waits for no one.
While running, Lindy's left shoulder suddenly sank. This action is very familiar to Ramos and Pique!
Messi shoulders!
But Messi's shoulder sinking is a fake move, and Lindy is a real move.
Before Ramos could judge, Pique behind him shouted: "Right!"
Ramos stepped forward, and Lindy rushed directly to his right.
"I****!"
Pique directly gave up Rooney, a flying shovel, hoping to stop Lindy's single-handed ball.
Yes, Lindy's body was also shoveled and flew up.
But football was also assigned by Lindy.
Rooney was on the left, facing an almost half-empty goal, and easily scored the ball.
Almost at the same time, commentators all over the world shouted Rooney's name at the same time.
"2 to 2!"
"Rooney received a pass from Lindy and made an empty goal!"
"England equalized!"
"The balance of the game was brought back by Lindy alone!"
This kind of ups and downs of the plot made the fans in front of the TV hooked.
They looked at Rooney after scoring the goal, and flew straight to Lindy.
Lindy cheerfully picked up Rooney directly on his back and walked towards the stands of fans in England.
Two players with different skin colors and rival clubs showed their unprecedented unity to the world at this moment.
Perhaps Rooney himself doesn't know why he did this.
At least at this moment, he completely regards Lindy as his own.
Ferguson in front of the TV also smiled: "It's really lucky."
Hodgson's eyes were a little wet on the sidelines. After hugging the coaches and substitutes around him, he wiped away his tears.
At this moment, he is no longer happy that he has the opportunity to coach England to win the championship.
This is to make up for the regrets of his player period.
Bosque crossed his chest with one hand and rested his chin with the other, with a serious expression on his face.
"Let Ferran, Pedro, and Juan warm up."
He quickly explained to the assistant coach the preparations for the substitutions.
Then Harvey was called over and gave some instructions.
"The Spaniards don't know what defense is. Roy, are you ready?"
Bosque turned his head and saw that Hodgson was also looking at him.
In the eyes of the two of them, there was a raging fighting spirit!
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