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Chapter 58 This ball! One! Sure! Go!(2/2)

Don't be afraid of shooting missed or hitting high!

The last point, shouted in my heart - this ball will definitely be scored!!

Chu Zhongtian stepped hard in the puddle next to the ball with his left foot, splashing a pool of water. He waved his arms and legs, leaned forward, and pressed his upper body down. He straightened his arch, and when his thighs were swayed, his knees were just above the football. He stared at the football, not blinking, as if he was afraid that the football would be snatched away in the blink of an eye.

This ball must be scored!!!!

Chu Zhongtian yelled in his heart.

"Bang--"

Chu Zhongtian kicked the football in the puddle before the opponent's No. 6 player fell to the ground and tackled it. He kicked the ball towards the goal with the water.

The sewage that kicked up splashed the No. 6 player's face. Facing the flying splash, he closed his eyes reflexively.

※※※When Chu Zhongtian swung his foot to the football, Boss John, who was holding the DV, began to take a deep breath. He did not look at the stadium, but always stared at the LCD flip screen in front of him. Through the close-up of the camera, what happened at the other end of the stadium was clearly displayed in front of him.

He clearly saw the football flew up from Chu Zhongtian's feet, like an air-to-air missile launched by a submarine, breaking out of the water, dragging a white line to the goal directly in front!

There were many people in the penalty area, but none of them thought that Chu Zhongtian would suddenly shoot. The most surprised was not the players of North Glenford United, but Chu Zhongtian's teammates. The football flickered past their eyes, passing several faces with rich expressions, and straight through the dense crowd in front of the goal, as if shooting through one wall after another.

Xilin, who had been staring at the football, his mouth became bigger and bigger as the football flew, and in the end he simply started to laugh.

The football in the rain turned into a silver-white afterimage and plunged into the net.

The missile hit the target accurately... This goal must be made!

This ball must be made!

This ball! One! Determine! Enter!
Chapter completed!
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