Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Ye Chen slowly stood up from the forbidden area.

Pat the grass on your body and give high-fives to your teammates.

"Beautiful make-up!"

"Yes, there is no doubt about the penalty."

"Well done Ye Chen!"

Just now.

Ye Chen was on the edge of the big penalty area, when he received Eriksen's high-altitude ball.

Manolass behind him, a fierce back collision, directly knocked Ye Chen away!

Ye Chen rolled on the ground for several meters, spinning around like a top a few times before stopping.

The referee quickly ran to the place of the crime, sounded the whistle, and pointed to the penalty spot!

Napoli's sending point centre-back, Manolas was dumbfounded.

He held his head in his hands, and his heartbeat was still.

Why was Ye Chen knocked off by me?

Aren't you very hard, I just used the same strength as before, and you flew?

When I hit you in the back before, you didn't move!

Fake fall, it must be fake fall!

Manolas and the

referee theory: "I rush behind my back like this, for Ye Chen, it is impossible to fly so far, he is acting, referee, don't be deceived by him!"

The referee raised his eyebrows, and said positively: "I saw it, okay, the moment you caught the ball, you hit him hard behind your back, you are stronger than him, this person has been knocked away by you, what else do you argue?" "

I don't even have to watch the VAR video replay, the back of the box is violently rushed, and there is no problem with the penalty."

"This..." Manolaston was speechless.

It seems that the penalty cannot be escaped.

He was still angry and rushed towards Ye Chen again.

"Boy, what are you acting, when I hit you before, why didn't you fall?"

Ye Chen gave him a blank look, as if looking at a retarded.

"You are stupid, of course I won't fall when I hit me outside, I was in the restricted area just now, of course I want to fall, just your IQ is still a middle defender!"

Manolas: "&)*¥#%!! At

the barbecue stall, Fatty Wang's heart mentioned his throat.

"Oh, please don't enter, or I'll lose miserably, damn it!"

Now the scoreline, Inter lead 3-1 away from home.

The game has come to 80 minutes, Inter lead by two goals, both in terms of the scene and momentum.

Take away three points, there is no suspense anymore!

But Fatty Wang is not worried about this.

According to the previous bet with Inter fan Ah Fei, Inter would have won.

For every ball they won, he and Li Datou had to pay for a table at this barbecue restaurant.

Now it's time to buy two tables.

If this penalty is scored again, you have to buy another table.

Fatty Wang looked left and right.

At these tables of people around him, mutton, beef, hot pot, and beer were all over the table.

Three tables at least a thousand!

Even if he and Li Datou are equally shared, one person is hundreds of years older!

On the projection screen of the barbecue restaurant, Lautaro picks up a football.

Li Datou, who had been staring nervously at the screen, breathed a sigh of relief.

He quietly felt out a huazi from Fatty Wang's cigarette box and lit it.

This night snack party, Li Datou did not buy a pack of cigarettes, and he was smoking Wang Fatty's huazi.

"It's okay, it's okay, Lautaro's penalties are sparse, last season he made 2 of 4 penalties, he may not have scored!"

However, Lautaro smiled and took the ball to Ye Chen.

According to the rules of the team, Romelu Lukaku is the first penalty taker and Lautaro is the second.

After Brozovic's long injury, Ye Chen was promoted to third penalty taker.

However, Lautaro felt that Ye Chen had already assisted three times, and he deserved a goal in this game, so he gave Ye Chen the right to take the penalty!

Watching Ye Chen walk towards the penalty spot, Li Datou and Fatty Wang whined at the same time.

"Why is Ye Chen coming to punish, it's not Lautaro!"

"Lautaro, can you be a little ambitious, don't you want to score another goal as a striker!"

Inter fan A Fei watched with relish on the side, "Hehe, Ye Chen took a penalty for the second time, take a look!" "

......

Ye Chen stood in front of the penalty spot, looking at the goalkeeper and the Napoli fans behind the goalkeeper.

"Wu~Wu——

" "Hit the stands, hit the stands!" Napoli fans were using noise to disturb Ye Chen.

But Ye Chen's brain was instantly empty, and he couldn't see anything, only the ball under his feet.

The referee sounded the whistle, and Ye Chen slowly ran.

Already two goals ahead, Ye Chen decided to play a flower.

He ran four steps.

In the fifth step, deliberately slow down the speed of progress -

Yu Guang, glimpse that the goalkeeper has moved to his left in advance!

Ye Chen smiled slightly, and gently rubbed the ball up with the back of his toes!

The ball draws a parabola in the air and flies towards the middle of the goal at a very slow speed!

The Napoli goalkeeper was flabbergasted!

If he does not judge in advance, he moves to the left, but stands in the middle.

This fluttering ball can be held with one hand.

But because he pounced on his side in advance and his center of gravity shifted, he wanted to pull his body back to the middle at this time, but he couldn't do it at all!

I can only fall to the ground on the left side, turn my head, watch the football, and slowly fly into the middle of the goal.

This feeling, so helpless, so helpless, so ashamed, so uncomfortable....

He was spooned!

Because the football draws an arc that resembles a "spoon" when flying, it is called a spoon penalty.

The spoon penalty is one of the most difficult and aesthetic penalties, if scored, it is wonderful, if the goalkeeper does not pounce in advance, then the spoon penalty will not be powerful, and the player who misses the penalty will be laughed at.

Therefore, for the penalty shooter, it is necessary to have a strong psychological quality.

The most famous spoonful penalty was naturally the penalty penalty taken by Zidane in the 2006 World Cup final, France and Italy!

Ye Chen, spoon penalty scored, Inter away 4-1 lead Napoli!



1-4 Ye Chen spoon penalty illustration. The goalkeeper moved ahead of time and could only sit on the ground, watching the football slowly enter the goal from the middle

of the goal, and the fat man looked dumbfounded.

Ye Chen not only scored the ball steadily.

It was also a spoonful penalty!

It's just an artist on the pitch, a master!

Ye Chen, who has such a big heart, how could he lose to Napoli away.

"It's miserable, it's miserable, it's numb now..." Fatty

Wang wanted to cry without tears.

Fortunately, with the remaining ten minutes, Inter deliberately slowed down the pace of attack and retained strength.

Ye Chen was also replaced and rested early.

The score was 4-1 and remained until the end.

Fatty Wang bought the last AC Milan match against Juventus and lost 1,000.

Immediately after that, three tables of people will be invited to dinner.

Ten thousand horses flew past his heart.

He reached for his cigarette case, wanting to smoke a huazi and suppress his shock.

Found the cigarette case empty again!

As soon as he turned his head, Li Datou at the same table had already left the table.

Li Datou took advantage of Fatty Wang's stunned, quietly got up, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and prepared to leave.

Fatty Wang looked at Li Datou at the taxi, and suddenly realized!

"Damn, the money for three tables of supper is to be shared by the two of us, why did you kid run away!" Fatty Wang stood up and pointed at Li Datou outside the door and cursed.

Li turned around, waved to him with a smile, got into the taxi, and walked.

So angry that Fatty Wang tore the empty cigarette box on the table to shreds!

"Big head Li on dog day, smoked my flower for one night, said that they would share the night snack fee together, you still slipped away, you kid wait for me!"

Fei leaned forward and back with a smile.

Are you two putting on hold here to act in sketches?

"Hahahaha, fatty, what do you say," Ah Fei gloated, "You see, now the store is apart from us, exactly three tables, don't you indicate it?" Fatty

Wang looked bitter, stood up helplessly, and cleared his throat.

"Ahem! Everyone, tonight, my prince pays! "