Zhen Shaolong, Sarko, Kruze and other players stood side by side and prepared to compete for the points.

Under the gaze of many people, Freiberg took a deep breath, took two steps back, then trotted and slapped behind the football.

Because the man wall was blocking the front and wanted the football to cross the man wall, he could only make an arc or a lob shot. Freiberg could not make a wonderful arc and score. He chose to cooperate with his teammates and kicked a pass that fell to the small penalty area line.

A group of players rushed forward.

Bruckner's defense was backward and was standing at the football landing point. He waved his feet towards the ball and used a straightforward volley to clear the ball!

Zhen Shaolong was also running forward, and when he saw the opponent's players clearing the siege, he had already stopped.

The next moment, a white shadow appeared in front of me.

"Bang!"

The football hit the forehead.

Zhen Shaolong was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground with his head in his arms. When his brain was a little clearer and his ears were buzzing, he heard Kruze's shout, "Zhen, you scored the ball again!"

"We're leading again!"

“Two to one!”

"Zhen, you're doing a pretty job!"

Zhen Shaolong came back to his senses and looked down at the white line under his feet. Only then did he know what was happening-the opponent's defender's clearance hit him in the forehead because he stood on the small penalty area line and automatically triggered the "Kill" skill.

Then, the football was bounced into the goal.
Chapter completed!