The Paris Saint-Germain defender saw that the person who was receiving the ball was Ibissevic and didn't even save it immediately, but was stunned for a moment. They probably still assessed in their hearts how likely the goal was to score. Maybe they rushed back and hit him, which resulted in a penalty kick. Wouldn't it be even more loss?

However, Paris Saint-Germain's goalkeeper Alonzo did not hesitate at all and abandoned the goal to attack!

Ibisevic has not left much time. He received the ball near the penalty point, and the goalkeeper ran out of the goal line. The distance of 11 meters is only a matter of more than a second for a fast person.

Ibisevic looked down at the football spinning on the spot under his feet.

Shoot!

After Chu Zhongtian finished yelling, a voice echoed repeatedly in his mind.

I am the forward, and my mission is to score shots!

Shoot!

He swung his legs.

This ball...this ball must be scored!!!

"Shot--"

The football passed Alonzo's face, and he waved his hand, but touched nothing.

This scene is actually not surprising. In previous games, Ibisevic also had many such shot opportunities. However, the ball he shot was either blocked by the goalkeeper, blocked by the post, or simply deviated from the high shot, but he could not enter the goal. It seemed that the goal and the ball he shot were objects with the same magnetic pole.

Chu Zhongtian clenched his fists. He could see clearly that this time it was different!

The football bypassed the goalkeeper, neither hit the post nor hit the crossbar, nor did it go out or above the goal. It broke through the invisible wall and hit the net behind the goal line... "Ah...ah..." The commentator lost his voice for a moment, and then realized: "Ah! Ah! Ah!! Mess scored! Mess scored! Mess scored! No... it was Ibissevic scored! Ibissevic scored! That Bosnian, he scored his first goal at Mess!!"
Chapter completed!