The fists are clenched tightly!!

...

Michelle's whistle sounded...

Kaka runs up!!

Shooting!!

The ball kicked in the middle!!

Buffon made a wrong judgment and rushed to the right!!

"g-o-o-a-a-a--l!!! Kaka! Kaka!! The penalty kick was scored!!!!!! The Brazilian equalized the score in 1c4 minutes... This was really a crazy game..." Phillips' voice sounded... but, the 'Sun Man' seemed a little unexcited enough...

...

Brazilian fans were celebrating crazy... The pleasure of surviving the disaster made Samba's soul jump in the flames...

Italian fans were a little depressed... Italian fans who were slutty began to sit down slowly...

only!!

Boom!!!

The whole North Stand is crazy!!

"Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao

"Long live Italy!!! Attack!!! Italy!!! Our Lord Andre!!!! Ao hoo hoo hoo!!!"

The entire North Stand was completely crazy!!

All this is just because the black man No. 9 came to the sidelines---

Raise your right arm!!!

A crazy roar!!!

Yes!!!

We are not afraid of everything!!

We will never give up!!

We persevere!!

We are fearless!!

we love you---

His Highness Andre, the King of Pluto!!!

Guide us－－

go ahead!!

attack!!

Attack!!!

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After being tied, the somewhat depressed Italian player looked at the statue standing on the sidelines, like a real king who accepted the cheers of his subjects!!

At this moment, everyone felt a stream of passionate blood in their hearts!!

...

The Brazilian was cheering and was stunned by this sudden situation... It seemed that the goal was Brazil...

Someone started to get pregnant?

Someone is starting to fear!!

...The scene shot is tightly frozen on the cheeks of the south-facing face---

He is so focused!!

Following the look of the south, the camera lens finally appeared---

The golden ‘Hercules Cup’!!!

Andrei's Cup of Life!!!

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Lippi sat on the bench. At this time, the whistle sounded at the end of the first half of the overtime game... There was no rest, and soon, the second half of the overtime game was about to start...

"Marcelo... Andre is really mature!!!" Italian assistant coach Pesotti looked quietly at the rocky man in the stadium...

Lippi's image of not speaking and contemplative appeared again in the eyes of fans all over the world...

On the other side, Dunga finally sat quietly on the bench. His eyes were on Xiangnan. He could see that Xiangnan should have lost his strength and could not run anymore...

However, even such a man, Lippi did not replace him, just because every move towards the south could cause the high fighting spirit of the whole Italian team and the crazy cheers of the Italian fans in the stands...

At this moment, Andre is not just a name!!

The spiritual pillar of Italy!!

A man who never gives up...

It's cute!!

*

Xiangnan received a straight pass from Pirlo, and moved the ball to the right, then hit the left, then stepped on the spot and stopped urgently!!

pretty!!!

A series of movements made Maikon stagger, Xiangnan flashed out the opportunity to shoot, and could already see Cesar's face. Although it was about 29 meters away from the goal, Xiangnan swung his right foot without any hesitation...

The right calf, like a tight spring, thrust hard into the middle of the ball, and suddenly roared the ball towards the goal, even making the Brazilian right back feel that the cheeks were hurt by the airflow of the ball...

Shooting like a meteor!!!

When Cesar raised his eyes and looked at this side, he was already highly vigilant. The confrontation in the Serie A arena and Xiangnan's perfect performance in this game forced Brazil's national goal to be careful...

Cesar made a prediction in advance!!

"Great save!! Cesar is a hero, he made merit!! He made merit!!! I can even feel the great unwillingness and regret deep in Andre's heart!!! Attack Andre!!! Attack!! There is still time for the game!!! Immortal Italy!! Great Andre!!! Your Highness, Pluto, where is your sickle? Where is your sickle? Where is your sickle?!!!!!!!" Phillips suddenly became crazy. Maybe it was Xiangnan's unwillingness to hold his head, maybe it was Xiangnan's extremely disappointed but extremely hot eyes that instantly excited. Maybe it was another reason... In short, Phillips was crazy and roaring!!!

Is there any reason to be crazy like this?!!!

...

"His Highness Andre...Please raise your sickle!!!"

"His Highness Andre...Please raise your sickle!!!"

The Italian fans sang... and it started, a sad trumpet sound!!

Xiangnan grabbed his head, raised his head, and placed his right hand in his ear...

"His Highness Andre...Please raise your scythe!!!"

Boom!!

The entire court can be heard like the God of Death!!!

It makes people excited!!!

Xiangnan lifted the jersey and wiped his eyes -

Maybe it’s tears, maybe it’s raindrops!!

Don't care about him!!

His Highness Andre, the King of Pluto!!!

His sickle is still there!!

This is enough!!!

...

On the side of the court, Dunga was extremely irritated and the singing of Italian fans behind the Brazilian bench made him panic!!

"Sir, this situation must be stopped!! My players and I can no longer concentrate!!!"

The Brazilian team assistant coach walked to the fourth official and protested!!

The fourth official shrugged, "This is not my job...but, Mr. Brazilian coach...If you have the ability to shut them up...I'm happy..."

The Brazilian assistant coach looked at the crazy Italian fans with a look of disappointment, and shivered unnaturally... and stopped talking...

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At this time, there was some movement on the side of the Italian bench...

Lippi turned around and glanced at the bench, "Fabio, you go warm up... in one minute!!!"

"Okay, coach!!" After a second of his shock at being able to play in the final, Qualiarela reacted and jumped up excitedly, and warmed up on the sidelines under the leadership of Pesotti...
To be continued...