Tang Jue stopped the ball in his chest and volleyed. Puyor and Marchena tried their best to block the shooting route with their bodies. The moment Tang Jue kicked his feet, they moved closer to the middle, as if two doors were about to close. The white light shone. Out of instinct, the two focused their energy on self-protection, and did not notice that there was a gap between them.

In the midst of lightning, the football traveled through the gap between the two!

Puyor and Marchener felt like a wind was blowing across their waists. The wind was very strong, and their jerseys actually fluttered with the wind. Puyor suddenly felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. Apart from the wind on his waist, there was no pain on his body.

"The football didn't hit me, did it hit Marchena? But... why didn't I hear the scream?" Thinking of this, Puyol opened his eyes and quickly glanced to the right, and found that Marchena was watching like him. The Barcelona captain saw the fear in his teammates' eyes.

How does the ball pass? From the waist?

The two looked at each other's waist almost at the same time.

...

When the white light shone through the door and shines again, huge waves appeared in the hearts of Spanish fans. French fans' eyes began to shine, their mood began to improve, and the muscles in their chest began to move, making the chest cavity larger and put more breath!

Has it passed?

It's over!

The reporters on the sidelines looked at this scene in shock, which was so surprising. The whole stadium suddenly became quiet!

In the shock of everyone, Casillas suddenly moved!

"Damn it! That's OK!" Real Madrid captain quickly picked up his shock, kicked his left foot hard, and rushed out!

"Stay!" a Spanish fan said in a trembling voice.

From a distance, the white light drew a beautiful arc on the court and flew towards the left side of the goal. Casillas' body was extremely stretched in the air, like an eagle trying to catch the light!

Can you catch it just?

The answer was given the next moment. The football flew past ten centimeters in front of Casillas' finger, crossed the goal line, and played on the ball net!

The broadcasting mat was in full swing and boiling!

Henrik Hilario, a famous commentator at French TV, shouted: "The ball has entered!..........................................................................................................................................................................................................."

His tail sound was very long, like a beautiful arc drawn by a football on the court.

ESPN said quickly: "Tang scored a goal! This is a lightning goal, this is the first shot in this game, and this is the fastest goal in this European Cup!"

"No!" He immediately corrected: "This is the fastest goal in European Cup history. Four years ago, in the match between Russia and Greece, Russian player Klitchenko broke the Greek goal 67 seconds into the game, setting a new record for the fastest goal in the European Cup."

"Tonight. Tang rewrote history and set a new record, which is fourteen seconds!"

Milan TV said loudly: "Tang continues his myth - every game in the competition has goals!"

The commentator of the British Sky TV station tried hard to suppress the huge waves in his heart. After a brief silence, he said: "The goal guarded by Casillas broke through the 14th second. Henry headed the ball and stopped the ball in his chest. After the ball stopped the ball, he shot with a strong volley. The football passed through the narrow gap between two Spanish central defenders. Casillas was in a hurry and failed to save the shot. France led 1-0!"

Although he had any objections to Tang Jue, as a commentator, he could only objectively explain the goal.

TVE commentator Antonini instinctively yelled loudly, and as the voice was about to burst out of his throat, he realized that this was not a Real Madrid game.

"Tang scored a goal, Spain fell behind with one goal!"

His voice was very strange. It was like a car driving at a high speed suddenly braked suddenly, trembling a little, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

...

The moment the football scored the goal net, French fans suddenly pressed the breath in their chests. The north side of the stadium suddenly broke the silence of the stadium, making huge screams, cheers, and cheers... It was like a calm lake suddenly rolling up huge waves!

From a distance, it is a blue ocean of joy!

Domeneke, who was standing in the command area, looked radiant and waved his fists hard, as if he wanted to knock down the enemy hidden in the dark. The old coach Aragones, who was not far away, frowned. This... the ball was thrown a little too quickly. His heart began to sink!

Thousands of miles away suddenly burst out with huge cheers. These sounds were made from home, bars, taxis, private cars... and then gathered together and turned into huge waves of sound!

At this time, the land of Spain fell into a deadly silence. Their team fell behind just as the game started. Madrid City had a strange atmosphere, and there seemed to be a kind of excitement hidden in the silence. Real Madrid fans watched TV and grew up with their mouths. They didn't make any sound, but their eyes were flowing with some complex emotions.

Slowly someone broke the silence and communicated in a low voice.

"Four seconds?"

"Yeah, fourteen seconds!"

"He still has no one to stop him."

"He has no one to stop him in Real Madrid."

"Pyol failed to block him. This is Barcelona's failure and has nothing to do with Real Madrid."

"No, in a sense, it's related to Real Madrid."

"Well, it's relevant, Barcelona failed to block it, Real Madrid scored a goal."

If other fans listen to their conversation, they will definitely be inexplicably confused. This is obviously a game between France and Spain, how to talk about Real Madrid and Barcelona. However, if you are a Real Madrid or a Barcelona fan, you must understand what they are saying.

Spanish football is strange. Real Madrid and Barcelona are a pair of stalemates. Their players not only compete to the death in La Liga, but also in the national team. The Spanish team is basically divided into three gangs, Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​and gangs composed of other club players.

This kind of fight is also reflected in the fans, national derby, where they often abuse each other in the stands and even fight. This is related to history and to the independence of the Catalonian region.

Real Madrid fans prefer to regard this game as a national derby. Tang Jue is a Real Madrid player, and his goal is Real Madrid's goal. But this is a national team level game after all, they cannot express too much joy, and can only communicate their views in a low voice.

...

Casillas lay weakly on the turf and was reluctant to get up for a long time. The Real Madrid forward broke through the goalkeeper's goalkeeper, and his heart was very bitter and complicated. This was the first time he played against Tang Jue as an opponent, and it was also the first time he was broken through by Tang Jue in his official game.

More than a month ago, they were working together for La Liga and Champions League championships and achieved a fantastic triple-championship. Now they are not teammates, but opponents. What does this feel like?

Puyol felt powerless, Tang Jue was a sharp sword, and he was a shield. This shield could block almost all the swords in the world, but could not block Tang Jue's sword. He even remembered those four peak battles, and this black hair was his nightmare.

Marchener didn't have that much complex emotion. The Valencia central defender looked at Tang Jue in shock. He still hasn't figured out how football inexplicably got through them?

"Is it luck? I can only explain this." He did not think about how difficult it was to complete Tang Jue's volley, nor did he think about how wonderful this ball was.

...

After witnessing the football scored the goal net, Tang Jue smiled on his face, and the sweat beads hanging on his ears looked extremely dazzling under the light, like a crystal clear crystal. The pressure was released. He raised his right arm, pointed to the sky, opened his mouth, and let out a long roar!

A group of wolves in blue clothes rushed over howling. Tang Jue did not wait for them in place, but led them to the north stand.

Watching his hero come over, the blue sea of ​​joy suddenly quieted down. They knew what he wanted to tell them. French fans suddenly looked at Tang Jue quietly.

"Long live France!"

Tang Jue suddenly shouted. The sound was like a lead wire, igniting explosives, and the north stand suddenly turned into a surging ocean.

"Long live France!"

"Long live France!"

"Long live France!"

The French reporter on the sidelines was busy pressing the shutter to record this moment. The "Anti-Tang Alliance" cursed in his heart: Damn, despicable guy, he actually used this method to fight back against us.

Yes, Tang Jue is fighting back, aren’t you saying that I don’t sing the national anthem, but I don’t love France? If you say a few words, I will surrender? No, that’s not my style!

Now I shout "Long live France!" and see who can say that I don't love France!

...

A common family in Paris, Pierce, was watching a live broadcast in the living room with his parents. Looking at the video on TV, he turned to look at his father and asked, "Do you hear him shouting? Can you still say that he doesn't love France?"

Pierce's mother smiled and shook her head. She no longer worried that the father and son would fight. Because she knew that her husband was changing his views and slowly accepted his son's views. Tang loved France.

My father didn't say anything, but he was very relaxed, as if he had let go of something.

...

Who would have thought that this peak battle would open the battle in this way? The French team broke through Spain's goal unreasonably and lightning-fire. Spanish fans felt cold all over. They were as if they were back in the La Liga. The black hair was unstoppable and they ravaged the other side.

The old coach Aragones shouted at his players, encouraging them. The game has just begun and there is still a lot of time. Puyol breathed out a long breath. Yes, the game has just begun. Ramos breathed out a long breath. Yes, we still have a lot of time... The strong fighting spirit has returned to them.

Tang Jue scored a lightning goal, helping the French team lead with one goal, but this did not defeat the ambitions of the Spanish heroes. After the game restarted, they quickly organized and launched a wave of attacks that were higher than one.

In the fifth minute, Silva and Capdvilla made two-pass and one-on-one cooperation on the left, threw Sanior away, and shot on the left rib of the penalty area. A white light shone, and the football flew towards the near corner. Kupet made a beautiful side swing and threw the football under him!

In the tenth minute, Villa was hit by two defenders in the penalty area and fell down. Referee Vander signaled the game to continue. The Spanish players were very dissatisfied. TVE said loudly: "This is a misjudgment. The referee ate a penalty from Spain."

In the thirteenth minute, Villa passed the ball from the left and Torres inserted it. Under the pressure of Toulam, the Spanish talented forward shot with a straight shot, and the football flew towards the upper right corner!

Kupei fish jumped away and wanted to hold the ball!

The air on the court became tense!
Chapter completed!