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Chapter 421 "Show Love"

Chapter 421 "Show Love"

"A shot full of power and beauty!"

"Van der Sar! Van der Sar! The Dutch goalkeeper didn't respond. Facing Fan Bizhuang's sudden and extremely violent heavy artillery, the Dutch didn't respond!"

"Yes, yes, yes... the ball is here! There is no suspense, no one can touch the football, and the Dutchman was fooled... the ball... went in! Go in, go in, go in, go in! ..."

"Fan Bizhuang! Fan Bizhuang! The first goal of a Chinese player in the Champions League was born! Fan Bizhuang! Fan Ye! The first touch of the game, the first shot, the goal was scored ! At this moment, Fan Ye made history! This is a historical moment belonging to the Chinese people!"

"Cheers! For this wonderful goal, for Fan Ye, cheers!"

The screams and exclamations on the TV were still shouting crazily, and the Chinese fans who were guarding the screen had already jumped up from their seats excitedly, pumping their fists and jumping in place.

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"The goal has been scored! Fan Ye's first goal in the European competition was born!"

"Fan Ye V587!"

"Fan Ye is so active in La Liga, this day is a matter of course, but I didn't expect that this day would come so soon! It's just the first touch of the ball, the first shot! It's really scary Believe it!"

"If anyone says that Fan Ye is no longer miraculous and is not in good condition, I will fight hard! It is nothing to score in the league. Fan Ye scored in the Champions League! At Old Trafford, Fan Ye kicked the Red Devils Manchester United. Press it on the ground and rub it hard!"

"Fan Ye is still domineering!"

"6666666666!"

China was boiling, but at the game site, the stands around Old Trafford suddenly fell into a dead silence.

The game had only started 3 minutes ago, and the home fans never expected that Villarreal's first attack, the first shot, pierced their own gate.

This is Old Trafford, and there are more than 7 people watching and cheering, but in the end, the visiting team did not show any timidity and took the lead easily.

This is enough to make everyone in this stadium lose their voices at this moment.

"Pretty!"

"awesome!"

Bella and Felica jumped up almost at the same moment with their fists clenched. There were angry looks from Manchester United fans around them, but the two goddesses seemed not to notice, they just hugged and screamed and jumped.

Keira stared wide-eyed, looking in horror at the oriental boy who was running and celebrating on the court, and tightly covered his mouth with both hands.

Before that, she had a dismissive attitude towards Fan Bizhuang, and even bluntly taunted that she didn't know his name, but now, the mighty Red Devils Manchester United, this person has pierced through the goal by himself!

This is Chi Guoguo's slap in the face!

"Now do you know his name?"

"I want you to remember that he is Fan! He is... Fan!"

Felisa turned her head and yelled at Kayla.

Keira didn't respond, she just covered her mouth and stared at the court in a daze, she was still in a daze.

At this time, the voice of the commentator finally sounded on the live broadcast. I am afraid that this man did not expect that Manchester United would fall behind in such a way at his home court, so he did not recover for a long time.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! A beautiful heavy bombardment goal! A beautiful powerful shot! One of the most dangerous and vigilant figures in Villarreal, as expected, the sudden explosion gave the visiting team the lead!"

"This young man is outstanding! In the great old Trafford stadium, he has no timidity. He is very brave. Maybe he will have an extremely bright future!"

Although he was very reluctant, but out of the commentator's professional ethics, the commentator gave a very fair evaluation after admiring it.

The Manchester United players on the field were a little distracted, and Van der Sar turned around even more depressed, and slammed the goal football on the net as if venting.

Ferguson's reaction suddenly seemed very calm. He just waved his hand, muttered a few words, and then walked back to the coach's bench without saying a word.

His assistant, Mullenstin, came over with a strange expression, and whispered in his ear: "Boss, I finally understand that your importance is very reasonable, this young man..." As he spoke, he shook his head. Shaking his head, he sighed, "It's amazing! It's amazing! He even reminds me of Cristiano two years ago."

"Two years ago?" Ferguson nodded, then sneered, "I've been studying him, so I know him very well. Please don't describe him as two years ago, as you can imagine, two years ago he was just pulling Is Marcia a football apprentice who knows nothing? To be precise, he has only received systematic football training for more than a year, so you can imagine how fast his progress is!"

Mullenstin's eyes widened, and he stuttered even when he spoke: "Is...is it true? He...he..."

"So please don't compare Fan with Cristiano. There is no comparison between the two. Cristiano used to focus on dribbling and playing tricks, but he is different. He is more practical, and he pays more attention to practical effects. .As long as he can score goals, he will use any method he thinks is suitable. His future will not be worse than Cristiano!"

Ferguson's eyes were fixed on his assistant: "So, do you remember his name now, Rene?"

Meulensteen nodded solemnly: "Although the game has just started, I don't think I will ever forget this young man again."

Ferguson didn't speak any more, but put his body in the shadow of the ceiling of the coach's bench, fixed his eyes on the young man who was kneeling on the ground and celebrating with his hands pointing to the sky.

"You have always proved my vision time and time again. It's a pity that you don't seem to want to leave the small town. But..."

The corner of Ferguson's mouth suddenly raised: "One day, you will find that Villarreal can't satisfy your desire for victory and honor. You will change. I have no doubts about this. "

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After the goal, Fan Bizhuang seemed very excited. This goal has a different meaning to him. This is the first UEFA Champions League goal in his career. He has been under a lot of pressure from the outside world, and the current goal can be regarded as a justification for himself.

He is still him, the omnipotent Fan Bizhuang!

Declining the celebrations that his teammates swarmed over, Fan Bizhuang trotted to the billboard on the sidelines, waved to the stands, and then blew a kiss—he knew that Felisa was watching him at the scene, but he It was not clear which side of the stands Felisa was sitting on, so he blew kisses from all sides of the stands.

This made him look a little naive, and even some Manchester United fans who were dissatisfied with his goals couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What is Villarreal's number 23 doing? Is he blowing kisses to the home fans?"

"Is this not an obvious signal? In fact, Fan is a Manchester United fan. What he means is to tell the senior management of Manchester United-I am very good, buy me, buy me!"

"Well, if that's the case, then it's a good idea. The young man is really good and he has the quality to play at Old Trafford. So, United directors, put this young but full of The Chinese kid with unlimited potential, get it in your pocket!"

The commentators in the commentary were joking cheerfully, and the fans in the surrounding stands were talking about it, but in the corner of the west stand, Felisa blushed instantly.

She naturally knew why Fan Bizhuang did this action, besides shyness, there was more sweetness and joy in her heart.

Bella glanced at the little niece beside her, shook her head, and an imperceptible look of envy flashed in her eyes.

After finishing the "showing love" action, Fan Bizhuang ran back to the middle circle, waiting for the restart of the game.

"Hey, boy, I remember you."

Such a voice suddenly came from the opposite side. Looking up, Cristiano raised his head high and pouted at him. Obviously, the owner of such a voice was the Portuguese superstar.

Such a beautiful goal made C. Luo couldn't help but take a high look.Of course, that's all. He has scored goals with farther distance and more power than this, so that's nothing.However, this guy that the boss has been talking about all the time looks pretty good, and he is qualified to be remembered by himself.

To the astonishment of the proud C. Luo, the Chinese kid on the opposite side just raised his eyelids slightly, then turned his face to the side with an attitude of ignoring him.

C. Luo was stunned for a moment, and then a sullen mood arose in his heart.I took the initiative to talk to you, but you turned a blind eye, so disrespectful?who do you think You Are?Just scored a goal, do you still think you are a superstar?

Gritting his teeth in secret hatred, C. Luo snorted coldly, and turned away from the noise, still maintaining that aloof and arrogant demeanor.

He is the winner of the Golden Globe Award and the World Player of Football. In his opinion, saying such a thing to the other party is considered "condescension". If the other party doesn't appreciate it, let it go.He will tell the other party with practical actions that what he has done has made himself angry.

And once he gets angry, even he himself is afraid of the burst of energy!

Fan Bizhuang didn't know what C. Luo was thinking in his heart, but the other party's haughty face and tone of "charity" made him extremely disgusted.He is not a person who likes to be mean, as soon as someone greets him, he will be flattered and smile and go forward to please him.

"I am not as good as you now, but in the future, who can say for sure? In two years, five years, and then look back, who is the one who is superior and untouchable!"

Thinking of this, Fan Bizhuang calmed down and refocused on the competition.

(End of this chapter)