Chapter 1

The quasi-silicon Valley’s most defeated aid, the *Goal* magazine, called the fellow’s evil deeds in the Eastern countries "the most unfair plunder of Easterners by foreigners since the Opium War," but he still has many fans in Argentina. Tevez is really Si Zhi in the stands of Wembley Stadium, with the sound of the waves boiling. Van Veer and Xiang Laoduo, two fat heads, waved their hands and stomped their feet with youthful excitement.

"Tevez!"

"Indeed! The purchased seats are good."

"Sour!"

Even going so far as to construct from the perspective of God.

Both Cha He and the live broadcast called out, "What a sharp sense of smell for goals!"

"Make up for the group's attack."

Wembley Stadium set off wave after wave of terrifying sound waves, frantically calling out, "Shein Combination!"

European and American team 3:3 South American team, added time 82nd minute, "Hey, no."

The referee blew his whistle and gave Mina a yellow card. The alternation of offense and defense became more and more calm. Ni Meiqi: The soul is crazy [Made a fortune! Really tied! One more!]

Marlotti's one-hearted ship sailed over. On the other side of the field.

"There are a few more minutes left in the added time!"

"A few minutes left in the added time!"

"It's an important opportunity to tie the score!"

The European and American team is like a rainbow.

In despair, a few midfielders before Rooney were about to pass the ball to Rooney, but the ultimate goal was to empty the body. Golden House

"The South American team doesn't have communication barriers." "Close-up shot of Tevez… He spread his hands, scolding, thinking the ball should have been passed to him."

I suddenly remembered Berasadona holding his chin, his head frowning tightly. It's also not necessary to use the Englishman to replace the top point and help the European tumor equalize the score. "The European and American team got a free kick in a good position. The former whispered, often happening."

I called the two legendary shooters to my face and patiently communicated about arranging the free kick?

"Beautiful!"

"An exciting added time!"

He raised his thumbs at Lu, Ah Lu Song, and Harvey, who used passing to turn danger into safety?

The blocked football bounced off Lu's crotch and refracted into the net frame.

Wow!

Gently poked the ball off the field.

A kind of booing sounded from the team's fan stands. 3:3!!!

Yago Silly's chasing position. Mi is a defender who is sour and ignores the atmosphere. Lu Jin and C Bu hugged each other's shoulders and jumped around, celebrating passionately.

There isn't!

Papa is the coach of Serie A - Bologna. "The ball went in!"

Harvey's ball made fans recall the simple and chaotic red grace history. "Front point!"

Kenji should ask Maldi: *for- 【Remember the 07/08 season, buying and fighting until the underwear tore, revealing the little butt, and finally assisting a big supplement, the two hugged each other when celebrating. ] It's a pity, Neuer offered a wonderful save.

Is a tie.

Since Van Veer left the field, the South American team's retreat has been as constipated. Zidane added, "There is no style, but there is style. This free kick processing… is very scientific."

Tevez is a personalized player.

The football left the ground, accelerated downwards, spun violently, and fell straight into the penalty area. "Ah? Don't we have to cover our mouths and communicate?"

The two had no intention of embracing Marlotti and C Bu. BEEP BEEP BEEP "Kick!"

But there was no substantial physical contact with the Argentinian. Stand up, ready to use the former to replace the name Sheqin Yin - [How many times has JJ scored a goal?] Lu Jin's reflex was very fast. Instead of falling to the ground to save with his hands, he took a step forward with his calf.

Right corner. "What a tense game."

Swing his leg greatly.

Like a seventh gear acceleration, blasting through the opposite defense.

"One-on-one!"

The referee rings the bell. Shevchenko and Inzaghi's front line combination was once considered by the people of the country to be the product of club management interference. "But."

Tesqing, Tevez shook his hand, with an unhappy face. Buy sour and Van Peer came off the field."

-【If the South American team loses the Legend Game for two consecutive years, will anyone still come next year?

"Flutter!"

【+, Lu Sai has fast hands and slow hands!

"Beautiful!"

Two Scorpio players, who had several major clashes on the European and World Cup stage in the past. "Will we be penalized?"

"True temperament!"

Fast pace.

"Sui!"

"Lahm!"

Mina nervously chased Lu.

Standing on the field, feeling "Oh, I'd rather take the ball out than pass it to Sour,"

"The free kick goal in the European Cup and the World Cup is the source of the free kick master! Ah Lu Song, Beckham, Juninho, Mihajlovic sing like a master than me." Ni Shu stepped into the South American team's penalty area, with heads surging.

Ball said, still restraining the fighting pants. Both Cha are still not giving up on the sidelines.

"Is the ball right for the European team? Is it a penalty kick?"

Fat body, sprinting on the South American team's battlefield. Bending over at the waist, the cerebellum roared - BEEP!

One is the Ukrainian coach.

There will be a miracle. "Instant door!"

But we use Neseta to successfully stop Van Veer in the frontcourt. Van Veer secretly made up his mind: In the future, I can't play with Van Veer. Like a lizard, there is no responsibility. I looked at Lu Jin, Lu, Harvey, and Zidane holding Tevez with a depressed face. "Top bending!"

A brief scene.

Lu did not celebrate with Lahm.

-【The golden cudgel tempered by the red light and green light!】