Redondo can do what he can do, and he does it as well."

"We can understand this too. Zheng Zhi assisted Redondo, who equalized the score for Leverkusen."

"It's just that this is a goal that Redondo will never celebrate!"

This scene came too suddenly, and the white ocean finally stopped the hustle and bustle. Their voices singing along the way ended abruptly in front of Redondo's own goal, just like a person eating food happily suddenly choked.

It’s not impossible to concede the ball, but it’s an own goal? It’s so painful. It’s their old prince Redondo. What should I say? A perfect prince who you are very sad but won’t have a scolding!

But instead, the surging red ocean was suppressed by nearly half. Leverkusen fans and Chinese fans were finally able to vent their feelings!

That man,

Still that man!

Although he didn't score the ball, he created it!

It was a goal created on Redondo!

What should I say?

"Zheng Zhi!"

"Zheng Zhi!"

"Zheng Zhi!"

The only way to shout his name.

The cheers of Chinese and German bilinguals resounded throughout the 80,000-person French Stadium, no, ninety thousand...

Zheng Zhi rushed to the back of the goal immediately, opened his arms, closed his eyes tightly, and enjoyed the crazy cheers at this moment.

There is no more wonderful cheer than this, more beautiful and more beautiful than the music played by the piano.

"Zheng Zhi,"

"Zheng Zhi,"

"Zheng Zhi!"

Soon, his teammates flocked to him and hugged him firmly. He could feel Ribery's small arms wrapping around his waist, then Neuville kissed him on his left face, and soon Lamelo's right face was kissed. And when he finally opened his eyes, Novotney! This guy actually spoke his mouth! Yes, mouth to mouth!

Ahhhh!

Ahhhh!

Zheng Zhi pushed Novotney away!

This old bastard!

This old pervert!

gay!

I must have been greedy for a long time!

I was succeeded today!

“Huh,”

"Nowotney kissed Zheng Zhi's mouth excitedly, haha,"

"It's not suitable for children, it's not suitable for children!"

Even Huang Jianxiang laughed.

"hey-hey,"

"This is a naive confidant to Zheng Zhi!" Zhang Lu also joked. "I remember that Zheng Zhi was abused by his teammates almost every time he scored a goal. His teammates were too loving, and there was no way..."

On the sidelines, Wollar almost rushed up! But finally stopped near the sideline, turned around and saw the assistant coach, and hugged him immediately. Waiting for this goal was too long and too hard. Sure enough, it was still that guy! The most trustworthy guy. There was no need to worry at any time, just hand the ball to him and let him solve the problem. He did it again! At this moment, Wollar didn't know how to thank Zheng Zhi...

"I just know!"

"I just know!"

"I knew that guy could score a goal!"

"ah!"

Barack stood in the stands and shouted, no different from ordinary fans.

Ronaldinho patted his chest heavily and took a big breath of air:

"I'm scared,"

"I thought we were going to be finished in the first half."

"Zheng, I want to invite you to Rio de Janeiro for a month! You are exhausted, Jinwang, Jingjin!"

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"Look? What am I talking about?"

"I said our son can score a goal, right?"

"You are not allowed to regret it. I promised me what I did tonight, and I must do it!"

Dad Zheng grinned and was so happy that he almost laughed out loud.

"Go, go, go, go, you're unreasonable."

"How old is you, you're still talking nonsense."

"Kill? What's wrong with the age of old? The old man on the street next door, the one who died seventy-three, how did he die?"

"I tell you, you are not allowed to regret it! Otherwise I will go too..."

"You dare!" Zheng Ma was furious in an instant, twisted his right ear and lifted it up.

"Ouch, oh, oh, it hurts, let go! You were the one who cheated on me first."

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"Finally scored a goal,"

"call,"

"It's still Redondo, haha,"

"I'm so laughing."

"Listen to the sound outside, I feel like the whole of Barcelona is celebrating."

Iniesta celebrated while drinking Coke.

"Luck has turned to Leverkusen, Oye, Oye, Oye! Anyone who can win the Champions League can't be Real Madrid!" The tall and thin Pique cheered with his right arm high.

"If you lose the championship because of this own, it would be perfect enough. Come on, Leverkusen!"

Xavi blinked and muttered: "You are too extreme. After all, Real Madrid represents Spain. If the championship falls into the hands of the Germans, then wouldn't Spain lose the Champions League?"

"Besides, how sad Casillas and Guti are?"

Xavi, Casillas and Guti are very good friends in the Spanish National Youth Team. Although the three play for Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​their friendship is very deep.

"Harvey,"

"We are now in Barcelona, ​​and we are in Catalonia!" Although Pique is a few years younger than Xavi, he doesn't like Xavi's argument and his attitude is too bad! He has no sidelines at all. He is the most loyal to Barcelona. How could he consider these things? It's not pure at all! The Pique family has always been Barcelona's most staunch supporters and loyal members. They will not tolerate a trace of impurities.

"Go, go, go, go, little brat," Xavi waved his hand, too lazy to pay attention to Pique, "Let's talk about it when you don't want to go to the Spanish national team!"

Aside them, a small eyeball looked left and right, and never joined the discussion. Judging from his personal ideas, he still supported Real Madrid. After all, they were all Spanish teams. He didn't quite understand the extreme ideas of Pique and Iniesta for the time being. But in the end his eyes still fell on the box of Pepsi in front of him.

Coke is so delicious. If there is another piece of Argentine barbecue, it would be so pleasant...

Thinking of this, Messi still reached out to the box, took out a bottle of Pepsi, pulled open the ring and started drinking it. It took less than twenty seconds to kill a bottle.

“Ah~”

“It’s so delicious.”

“It’s a pity that there is no Argentine barbecue.”

"Hey, boy, do you think your stomach is being thrust out? You have already drunk four bottles until now! How big is your belly? I can't tell." Pique touched Messi's little head, "I want to eat Argentine barbecue. I pay for it, how do you buy it?"

“There is an Argentine barbecue restaurant not far away.”

"I agree," Iniesta immediately raised his hand to agree. Since he learned that Pique is a rich second-generation rich man, Iniesta has also started to play with Pique.

"Leo, go quickly, the first half will be over soon."

"But... it takes a long time to barbecue? More than ten minutes are probably not enough."

"It's okay, you can watch the video when you look back. Go quickly, go quickly."
To be continued...