Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Lin Qi's eyes flickered slightly.

Then things returned to calm.

It turned out to be the case.

This substitute goalkeeper wasn't prepared to react the moment he took the shot.

Instead, they were preparing to gamble on the direction.

and.

He will most likely bet on the right side.

Lin Qi looked up and glanced at Gabriel.

Gabriel was still jumping on the goal line.

His expression was fierce.

The movements were also quite large.

But the more it is like this...

The more this is done, the more it shows that he lacks confidence.

Lin Qi suddenly understood.

It's not that the other party doesn't want to calm down.

I can't calm down.

Just came on stage.

His first shot was a penalty kick.

They were facing a team that had just beaten half of AC Milan and incidentally sent off their starting goalkeeper.

This kind of pressure.

Not everyone can withstand it.

Lin Qi slowly backed away.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The referee confirmed that both teams' players had left the penalty area.

Then he looked at Lin Qi.

The whistle was held in the mouth.

The boos at San Siro grew louder and louder.

Gabriel stared intently at Lin Qi.

Clenching his fists.

His eyes didn't blink.

Lin Qi stopped.

Take a deep breath.

This ball.

It cannot be complicated.

No showing off skills.

There's no need to lie to the whole world.

As long as you can fool the person on the door line.

enough.

...

During the time we wait for the penalty kick to be taken.

Gabriel suddenly remembered many years ago.

A small town in the Brazilian interior.

It's very hot.

The dirt road was very dry.

When the wind blows, the dust will be swirled up.

At that time, he didn't have any decent sneakers.

There was no football in the true sense of the word.

More often than not, he would be barefoot, kicking a rolled-up rag.

The ball is very light.

It can't be kicked far.

It will tilt when it rolls.

But he still kicks every day.

From sunrise to dusk.

No resources available.

No background.

No one told him what the future held.

That's all he can do.

It's about fighting to the death.

Others train once.

He trained twice.

Others feel tired.

He continued to pounce.

On the muddy ground.

My knees are chafed.

Abrasions on the palm.

He simply brushed off the dust and stood back in front of the goal.

When I was fifteen.

He left home.

He went to a youth training camp hundreds of kilometers away by himself.

This is my first time living in an unfamiliar dormitory.

I discovered for the first time that dreams aren't romantic at all.

There are stronger peers there.

An even more brutal elimination process.

The coach's gaze was even colder.

He wasn't a key player at first.

It may not even be viewed favorably.

Substitute.

wait.

live frugally.

After training, I sat alone on the edge of the bed, listening to the unfamiliar sounds outside.

homesick.

I'm also afraid.

But the next day.

He was the first to arrive at the training ground.

later.

He came up from the bench.

World Youth Championships.

Brazil's starting goalkeeper.

champion.

after that.

The London Olympics.

silver medal.

after that.

Twenty years old.

AC Milan bought him for 500,000 euros.

From a small town in Brazil to a world-class powerhouse.

Everyone says it's like a sparrow turning into a phoenix.

But only he himself knew.

Phoenixes never fly up.

It's about getting back up from the mud time and time again.

When I first arrived in Milan.

He doesn't understand Italian.

The training rhythm is not suitable.

The tactics are not suitable.

I'm not used to the weather.

He couldn't even understand the jokes in the locker room.

More often than not.

He was sitting on the bench.

Watching others compete.

Waiting for an opportunity that may never come.

I was once confused.

I've experienced anxiety.

I even had my doubts.

But he didn't leave.

I practice extra every day.

Learn a language every day.

Tell yourself that every day.

Even just one minute.

We will give it our all.

And now.

The opportunity is here.

This is no ordinary opportunity.

It's San Siro.

It's AC Milan.

It's a penalty kick.

It was the moment when all eyes in the stadium were on him after the starting goalkeeper was sent off.

Gabriel took a deep breath.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Qi.

He knew he had to gamble.

I hadn't fully warmed up when I first stepped onto the court.

Facing this level of penalty pressure, it's too difficult to react only after the opponent has taken the shot.

So he made the decision in advance.

right.

He's going to pounce on the right.

He's going to save that ball.

Let everyone know.

He's not just here to make up the numbers.

He is Gabriel.

The Brazilian goalkeeper crawled out of the mud.

In the lens.

The referee retreated outside the penalty area.

It was confirmed that neither team's players had entered the game beforehand.

He Wei's voice was very low, but it carried a tense feeling of impending storm.

"Lin Qi stands in front of the penalty spot."

"Gabriel has just come on as a substitute."

"This is one of the most brutal scenes in the game."

"A young man has just been sent off with a red card."

"Another young man is about to face a penalty kick."

Xu Yang also slowed down his speech.

"This pressure is too much."

"Gabriel had no time to warm up and get into the rhythm of the game."

"The first thing he did upon arriving was to confront Lin Qi."

"And everyone has seen Lin Qi's current state."

Lin Qi stepped back.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

He stopped.

No expression.

The boos at San Siro grew louder.

It was as if the entire stadium was tilting towards him.

But he just kept looking at the goal.

Looking at Gabriel.

Then gently exhale.

The referee blew his whistle.

Beep—!

that moment.

The world seems to be slowed down.

Lin Qi started.

The steps were very light.

It didn't even look like a penalty kick that would decide the course of the game.

It was more like a casual shot after training.

Gabriel's legs were tense.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Qi's supporting foot.

right.

It must be on the right.

Lin Qi took the final step.

His body opened slightly.

This move looks too much like he's trying to push the ball to the right of the goalkeeper.

Gabriel's mind suddenly lit up.

You made the right bet!

He lunged to the right.

Arms fully extended.

My fingertips were stretched to their limit.

But just as his body left the ground...

Despair has arrived!

Lin Qi's ankle did not push to the right.

Instead, it was a gentle tap.

Very light.

Very soft.

It was as if he wasn't exerting any effort at all.

The ball was close to the grass.

It slowly rolls towards the left side of the goal.

It wasn't a burst of energy.

It's not a blind spot.

It's not even particularly fast.

But it avoided the direction Gabriel lunged at.

Quiet.

Accurate.

It was so blissful it was almost cruel!

Gabriel was in mid-air.

But their eyes had already seen the ball's trajectory.

that second.

His heart sank.

It's not a matter of being slow to react.

It's not just a little bit off.

They've completely gone in the wrong direction!

He knew he had no other options.

The body is flying to the right.

The ball is rolling to the left.

In between lies an irreversible fate.

Swish!

The football was close to the inside of the left goalpost.

It rolled into the net.

Goal!

San Siro is once again torn apart.

On one side, there was silence and cursing from the red and black stands.

On one side, there was a crazy explosion in a blue and white corner.

He Wei's voice finally erupted:

"Goal!!!!"

"Lin Qi!!!"

"A second time!!!"

Sampdoria leads AC Milan 2-0!!!

"He won the penalty himself!"

"He personally took the penalty and scored again!"

"At San Siro!"

"At AC Milan's home ground!"

"Lin Qi has made it 2-0!!!"

Xu Yang was so excited that he slammed his fist on the table repeatedly.

"Too calm!"

"That penalty was taken with such composure!"

"Gabriel has completely missed the mark!"

"Lin Qi did not pursue power, nor did he pursue the limits of angle."

"We're just waiting for you to make the first move."

"The moment you move, he'll pass the ball to the other side!"

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