Chapter 811 Red Dot Package
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Lao Zuo
Hodgson looked at the figure rushing all the way to the corner flag area. It was hard for him to imagine where the England team would go without Lindy.
Now, not only him, but even the fans have long been accustomed to Lindy's feeling of peace of mind.
It seems that there is no need to prepare for this game.
Now that Poland's shell has been cracked, the rest of the game is easy.
After Hodgson hugged the assistant coach and others, he called Lindy: "Good job, Lin, next, let's fight back and let the two young men on the wing charge up."
Lindy nodded, Poland no longer has the meaning of defending, so the next step is indeed England's chance.
What defensive counterattack, isn't it just a long pass?
Bloodline skills!
The coach of the Polish team, Waldemar Fornalik, was standing on the sidelines at the moment, holding his chest with one hand and his chin in the other, looking down slightly at the court and remaining silent.
He couldn't figure it out anyway. He had already set up a bus formation, but he only held on for 11 minutes before losing.
Not only him, but also the bench behind him was silent for a while.
And the young man who had already made his mark in Dortmund and was about to attack the first-class giants, was looking at Lindy with his hips on his hips, with the evil in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.
Lindy seemed inspired, and turned his head to look somewhere at that moment, but there were only a few Polish players who turned and left.
"Is it my illusion?"
Regardless, the game will continue.
Reluctantly, Poland, whose bus formation had failed, gradually began to move out of their shells and began to attack England.
"At critical moments, players who have the final say are still needed. England didn't wait too long, and Lindy knocked on the opponent's door with a world-shattering kick."
"This is a World Cup qualifier. I remember someone said that there are no underdogs in Europe!"
"How many teams have been drawn or out of the game because of this kind of key game."
"Now, Portugal, Croatia, and Denmark can only rank second in the group. They still need to compare their respective group results to decide whether they can qualify from their respective groups."
"What's interesting is that France is now 0-1 behind Spain. If the score is maintained, then it is possible that France will also compete with these 8 teams [forced to second] for the final 4 spots!"
"And the team that ranks first in the group will get the right to qualify directly. For England, a complete victory in the group stage, or a complete victory for No.2 and No.3 is their best way out, otherwise they will face France. , Portugal, Denmark, Croatia and other terrifying opponents."
While Lao Zhan was speaking, there was another exclamation at the scene.
It turned out that Joe Hart quickly launched a counterattack after catching Lewandowski's reluctant long shot from outside the penalty area. The football seemed to fly forward aimlessly, but several figures were extremely conspicuous among the crowd.
This time the protagonist is not Lindy, but Lampard.
Although the Blue Army magic lamp only won 19 win, 1 draws and 2 losses in 16 games in the Premier League when he was coaching in later generations, his performance in the club and the national team is still obvious to all.
Lampard did not turn around the first time he received a pass from the left wing of the midfield, but directly carried the defender away with his back.
When he saw a blue-shirted player rushing forward from the side, he seemed to feel that it was Chelsea's jersey, and sent a penetrating ball directly.
After the football had crossed half the field, the jolly boy with pouting buttocks caught the deadly one-handed ball in the heart of the enemy line.
If Lindy knew about his idea, he might be shocked. Is this old boy also a time traveler?
The fans at the scene got up one after another. This will be a ball that determines the fate of Poland.
The blitz came so fast that people were caught off guard.
Hodgson looked at this little man with invincible running positions and a strong sense of smell in front of the goal, and he was looking forward to it.
If the next Rooney can be born in his hands, this is capital that can be boasted for thousands of years.
But after Sterling, who was expected by Hodgson, rushed into the penalty area, he suddenly remembered Lindy's words: the goal is here, the people are there.
people?Where are people?
Sterling, who seemed to be in deep thought, didn't realize that someone had already killed him behind him.
"Human? Isn't the man in front of the door?"
Sterling, who suddenly reacted, tapped his left foot lightly, trying to shake it at an angle.
But in the next second, the goal in front of him first turned into the sky, then turned into grass, and then fell into darkness before his eyes.
At this moment, his brain lost any ability to think and became completely blank.
Vision, smell, and hearing all stopped working, and the whole person remained motionless.
Not even the referee's whistle was heard.
Seeing this, Lindy yelled at the sidelines and rushed up immediately: "Team doctor!!!"
This is his young teammate at the club, not anyone else.
"Raheem, how are you?" Although Lindy was not the closest to Sterling, he was the first to rush to Sterling.
Even the fouled Piszczek was so frightened by Lindy that he gave up comforting Sterling and jumped away.
Lin Di was afraid that the other party would swallow his tongue, so he turned over the small body in his arms, and was relieved when he saw that the other party didn't seem to have recovered, nor fainted.
"Om~~"
A huge humming sound rushed into his ears in an instant, and the pain in his ankle also entered his brain in an instant.
Sterling clutched his left ankle with a painful expression.
At this time, the team doctor rushed forward in a hurry and took Lindy's place.
And there was already a big commotion behind him. Players from the two teams surrounded the referee, seeming to be arguing about something.
"Red dot package! This is an obvious foul, and the referee's penalty kick is very accurate."
"Looking at it in slow motion, it hit Sterling's left foot first and then the football."
"However, if the ball had been shot earlier, maybe... the result now seems not bad."
"Piszczek sent off, England get a penalty!"
Huge boos erupted from the fans at the scene. It was originally a goal behind and a central defender was sent off. How can this be played?
Hodgson blinked his eyes. He was also a little surprised by this situation. The game seemed to be stable.
Lampard slowly came to the penalty spot with the football, and Sterling on the sidelines also re-entered the field. It seemed that there was nothing serious.
"Frank, can Raheem take the penalty?" At some point, Lindy stood beside Lampard.
Rooney is not here, he is the first penalty shooter in the team, Lindy's request is obviously against the rules.
......
Now, not only him, but even the fans have long been accustomed to Lindy's feeling of peace of mind.
It seems that there is no need to prepare for this game.
Now that Poland's shell has been cracked, the rest of the game is easy.
After Hodgson hugged the assistant coach and others, he called Lindy: "Good job, Lin, next, let's fight back and let the two young men on the wing charge up."
Lindy nodded, Poland no longer has the meaning of defending, so the next step is indeed England's chance.
What defensive counterattack, isn't it just a long pass?
Bloodline skills!
The coach of the Polish team, Waldemar Fornalik, was standing on the sidelines at the moment, holding his chest with one hand and his chin in the other, looking down slightly at the court and remaining silent.
He couldn't figure it out anyway. He had already set up a bus formation, but he only held on for 11 minutes before losing.
Not only him, but also the bench behind him was silent for a while.
And the young man who had already made his mark in Dortmund and was about to attack the first-class giants, was looking at Lindy with his hips on his hips, with the evil in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.
Lindy seemed inspired, and turned his head to look somewhere at that moment, but there were only a few Polish players who turned and left.
"Is it my illusion?"
Regardless, the game will continue.
Reluctantly, Poland, whose bus formation had failed, gradually began to move out of their shells and began to attack England.
"At critical moments, players who have the final say are still needed. England didn't wait too long, and Lindy knocked on the opponent's door with a world-shattering kick."
"This is a World Cup qualifier. I remember someone said that there are no underdogs in Europe!"
"How many teams have been drawn or out of the game because of this kind of key game."
"Now, Portugal, Croatia, and Denmark can only rank second in the group. They still need to compare their respective group results to decide whether they can qualify from their respective groups."
"What's interesting is that France is now 0-1 behind Spain. If the score is maintained, then it is possible that France will also compete with these 8 teams [forced to second] for the final 4 spots!"
"And the team that ranks first in the group will get the right to qualify directly. For England, a complete victory in the group stage, or a complete victory for No.2 and No.3 is their best way out, otherwise they will face France. , Portugal, Denmark, Croatia and other terrifying opponents."
While Lao Zhan was speaking, there was another exclamation at the scene.
It turned out that Joe Hart quickly launched a counterattack after catching Lewandowski's reluctant long shot from outside the penalty area. The football seemed to fly forward aimlessly, but several figures were extremely conspicuous among the crowd.
This time the protagonist is not Lindy, but Lampard.
Although the Blue Army magic lamp only won 19 win, 1 draws and 2 losses in 16 games in the Premier League when he was coaching in later generations, his performance in the club and the national team is still obvious to all.
Lampard did not turn around the first time he received a pass from the left wing of the midfield, but directly carried the defender away with his back.
When he saw a blue-shirted player rushing forward from the side, he seemed to feel that it was Chelsea's jersey, and sent a penetrating ball directly.
After the football had crossed half the field, the jolly boy with pouting buttocks caught the deadly one-handed ball in the heart of the enemy line.
If Lindy knew about his idea, he might be shocked. Is this old boy also a time traveler?
The fans at the scene got up one after another. This will be a ball that determines the fate of Poland.
The blitz came so fast that people were caught off guard.
Hodgson looked at this little man with invincible running positions and a strong sense of smell in front of the goal, and he was looking forward to it.
If the next Rooney can be born in his hands, this is capital that can be boasted for thousands of years.
But after Sterling, who was expected by Hodgson, rushed into the penalty area, he suddenly remembered Lindy's words: the goal is here, the people are there.
people?Where are people?
Sterling, who seemed to be in deep thought, didn't realize that someone had already killed him behind him.
"Human? Isn't the man in front of the door?"
Sterling, who suddenly reacted, tapped his left foot lightly, trying to shake it at an angle.
But in the next second, the goal in front of him first turned into the sky, then turned into grass, and then fell into darkness before his eyes.
At this moment, his brain lost any ability to think and became completely blank.
Vision, smell, and hearing all stopped working, and the whole person remained motionless.
Not even the referee's whistle was heard.
Seeing this, Lindy yelled at the sidelines and rushed up immediately: "Team doctor!!!"
This is his young teammate at the club, not anyone else.
"Raheem, how are you?" Although Lindy was not the closest to Sterling, he was the first to rush to Sterling.
Even the fouled Piszczek was so frightened by Lindy that he gave up comforting Sterling and jumped away.
Lin Di was afraid that the other party would swallow his tongue, so he turned over the small body in his arms, and was relieved when he saw that the other party didn't seem to have recovered, nor fainted.
"Om~~"
A huge humming sound rushed into his ears in an instant, and the pain in his ankle also entered his brain in an instant.
Sterling clutched his left ankle with a painful expression.
At this time, the team doctor rushed forward in a hurry and took Lindy's place.
And there was already a big commotion behind him. Players from the two teams surrounded the referee, seeming to be arguing about something.
"Red dot package! This is an obvious foul, and the referee's penalty kick is very accurate."
"Looking at it in slow motion, it hit Sterling's left foot first and then the football."
"However, if the ball had been shot earlier, maybe... the result now seems not bad."
"Piszczek sent off, England get a penalty!"
Huge boos erupted from the fans at the scene. It was originally a goal behind and a central defender was sent off. How can this be played?
Hodgson blinked his eyes. He was also a little surprised by this situation. The game seemed to be stable.
Lampard slowly came to the penalty spot with the football, and Sterling on the sidelines also re-entered the field. It seemed that there was nothing serious.
"Frank, can Raheem take the penalty?" At some point, Lindy stood beside Lampard.
Rooney is not here, he is the first penalty shooter in the team, Lindy's request is obviously against the rules.
......
