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Chapter 431 Regret

Chapter 431 Regret

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"Fan Ye is amazing! It's the first time to participate in the Champions League, one goal, one assist, and now he has created a penalty kick, and even defeated a player in the opponent. It's simply... There is a more amazing Champions League First trip?"

"Villarreal and Manchester United each played a good half, but now it seems that Manchester United is going to kneel!"

"Fan Ye V587! Say something weakly, I feel sorry for my devil..."

"On one side is Fan Ye, and on the other hand is my deeply-loved belief. Alas, I am happy whoever wins, and sad whoever loses... But I still want to say, my family Fan Ye is amazing!"

"Fan Ye beat Manchester United to the ground by himself, it's amazing! He is indeed the man I like, 66666666!"

"Fuck upstairs, aren't you a big guy who picks your feet? Master Fan is obviously from my family!"

"Heterosexual shit, same-sex is true love!"

A group of netizens were excitedly scrolling through the comment posts on the Internet, and suddenly a new post caught the eyes of the fans, and immediately attracted unanimous saliva crusade.

"Do you think this penalty will be saved? Van der Sar is also a very capable goalkeeper!"

This netizen probably just said it casually, but the rest of the fan fans didn't care, and immediately drowned him in the wave of saliva.

"Touch the landlord's dog's head, Sao Nian, you are still too young and naive!"

"Everyone, don't talk to NC, it will make us look very low, okay?"

"My Master Fan is invincible, didn't score a penalty? You fucking eat feces in your mouth! Oh cake seller, please don't stop!"

"This penalty will definitely be scored. If I don't score, I will live broadcast!"

"As a Manchester United loyalist, what I want to say is - Fan Ye, come on, shoot me! Shoot me dead!"

"...The upstairs is really wretched!"

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"Hey!"

Neville handed the captain's armband to Ferdinand, turned around, and was about to leave.A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Neville turned his head and looked at the young face in front of him suspiciously.The captain of Manchester United frowned slightly. He didn't know why Fan Bizhuang stopped him, but he probably wanted to show off or something. Winners and losers, young people always have a flamboyant side.

The imaginary show off and ridicule did not happen, Fan Bizhuang's expression remained flat, he nodded at the other party: "Although you are a bit old, I have to say that you are very good, and you were able to run with me for most of the time , and suppressed me for a certain period of time, giving me tremendous pressure, you are really amazing!"

This is a compliment from the bottom of my heart. Although Gary Neville is no longer young, his attitude towards the game is still extremely focused, and his experience is very rich, which brought great trouble to Fan Bizhuang during the game.If Fan Bizhuang secretly makes a comparison in his heart, then Neville is definitely better than Harvey Wenta by more than one grade-in his opinion, Harvey Wenta is already the best right back in La Liga One of them, and the old Neville is stronger than him, one can imagine how good the opponent was at his peak.

It's just that such admiration obviously sounds weird to Neville.In any case, his age is here, he has won the league championship, won the Champions League championship, and is also the captain of the top giants... He can be regarded as a senior figure in today's football, but now, a junior player is standing in front of him The face praised him for being very good, no matter how you look at this scene, you feel speechless.

Boy, did you take the wrong script?The correct way to open it should not be that I praise you, but you comment and praise me instead, what the hell is this?

Neville was a little dumbfounded, but the depression in his heart that was brought down by the other party dissipated a lot.However, this still couldn't change his initial impression of Fan Bizhuang, and even intensified it.

Neville glared at him angrily: "Thank you for your compliment, but I still say that, you really are not a guy who understands etiquette and respects seniors!"

After speaking, Neville walked off the court without looking back.

Fan Bizhuang shook his head indifferently, and turned around.

Holding the football, Fan Bizhuang walked towards the penalty area. After thinking for a while, he stopped again, waved his hand, and called Fran to his side.

"Diego, this ball, you take the penalty!"

Villarreal's first free kicker is Riquelme. Of course, this is a past tense. Since the second half of last season, this position has belonged to Fan Bizhuang.The head coach and Riquelme are deliberately making room for Van Bizhuang so that he can take the position as soon as possible and establish his true leadership in the team.This means that, if nothing else, the team's tactical system for the next ten years will be developed around the core of Fan Bizhuang.

Therefore, this penalty will be taken by Fan Bizhuang without hesitation.

It's just surprising that Fan Bizhuang actually gave up the great opportunity to collect data, which made many teammates feel very puzzled.

Fran also had a look of astonishment on his face, but it soon turned into excitement. He looked at Fan Bizhuang with bright eyes, and asked in surprise, "Are you sure, Fan?"

He understood why his friend would give him this opportunity, and besides being excited, he was more moved.

"of course."

Fan Bizhuang nodded and put the football in Fran's hands.

To be honest, Fran's performance in this game was very average, and could even be described as poor. In the first half, when Fan Bizhuang was most active, the two flanks created a lot of scoring opportunities for Fran , but the Uruguayan striker is obviously out of shape, either flying or shooting weakly.

This state lasted almost the entire game. The performance of the La Liga Golden Boot was disappointing, but players who knew the past story between him and Manchester United also expressed their understanding. It is easy to have two different extremes in your performance. One is to be active and eye-catching. This is the case with Fan Bizhuang and Riquelme in the face of Barcelona. They are completely typical examples of turning anger into strength. It's just that you can't find the state, just like being invisible. Obviously, Fran is the second type.

Manchester United is a knot in Fran's heart. As a close friend, Fan Bizhuang felt that he had to help his friend untie this knot.Before the start of the game, he said that he would help Forlan score a goal and let him make a break with Manchester United.But Fran didn't live up to it, and neither did Fan Bizhuang.Now that there is such a great opportunity to score from a penalty kick, Fan Bizhuang decided to give this opportunity to Fran without any hesitation.

He has confidence in Forlan. Although the Uruguayan has not scored a goal in the new season, the strength of the La Liga Golden Boot is not based on luck. For him, a penalty kick is just a trivial matter.

"Thank you."

Fran didn't have any extra words to say. He took a deep look at Fan Bizhuang and walked into the penalty area with the ball in his arms.

"Come on, Diego."

Fan Bizhuang gently encouraged him behind him.

"Diego?"

On the sidelines, Pellegrini frowned at the unobservable. Every team is a miniature version of society. No matter how good the atmosphere of the team is, there will always be competition and friction.So rules are necessary.

The penalty kick is taken by the designated player, which is one of the rules set by the coach.

But now, this rule has been broken. Pellegrini was really uncomfortable, but he just shook his head and didn't say anything.Since the first shooter has no objection, he, an "outsider" on the sidelines, really has no reason to point fingers.

Ferguson frowned almost at the same time. He naturally saw the scene on the edge of the penalty area. The exchange of penalty kicks was not a big deal, but... when Fran cast his gaze from far away on the field At that moment, Ferguson's expression suddenly became extremely complicated.

He vaguely remembers that he overcame all opinions and brought this potential Uruguayan striker from South America to Europe, and had high hopes for him.Then, because he failed to meet his expectations, he decisively abandoned him and kicked him out.

Although time has gradually moved away, this memory still stays in the depths of his mind.

"He should be resentful towards me, right? But... this is football!"

Ferguson withdrew his gaze and sighed silently in his heart.

Fran finally withdrew his gaze, staring closely at the front.Van der Sar was standing on the goal line, shaking his hands from side to side, trying to interfere with himself and distract himself.

"Just let this ball, let yourself say goodbye to Manchester United, and... him!"

Fran didn't look at Van der Sar again. After the whistle blew, Fran lowered his head and ran quickly, hardly looking at the goal. He slammed his right foot on the football, and all the strength in his body was vented at this moment. , or, more like venting the backlog of emotions deep in my heart.

"Diego Forlan stood at twelve yards! This penalty will be taken by the Uruguayan shooter!"

"Fran used to be a member here, but his experience here was not very pleasant! Ha, Fan gave him the chance of a penalty kick. Is Fran going to take revenge on his old club?"

"Diego... Fran - shot! Just a shot full of revenge!"

"A powerful volley! There is no angle, the shot is in the middle of the goal, pure strength wins!"

The moment the football left the ground, Van der Sar threw his body out.He judged on the left.But obviously, his judgment was wrong. Fran didn't look at him, not even at the goal, but kicked the football to the middle with a strong volley.

Van der Sar felt a sense of depression in his heart, but at the next moment, his eyes showed joy - the opponent's shot did not hit the goal frame, Fran's volley was too hard, and the football flew over High, until it crossed the beam and flew towards the stands...

Penalty kick, no goal!

(End of this chapter)