Chapter 69 Jiang Zhipeng’s Medical Miracle, Zhang Xizhe’s Spinning Cycling
Chapter 69 Jiang Zhipeng’s Medical Miracle, Zhang Xizhe’s Spinning Cycling (Please Read!)
The game had only been going on for more than 20 minutes, but netizens were already completely stunned by Song Wen's commentary.
[No, if you send a tumor, it will grow in your mouth. ]
[It is well known that Song Ze is a street slicker on the court and a toxic person with his mouth. ]
[Okay, what is a cancerous midfielder?]
[You know what, listening to his commentary is more interesting than the official one. ]
[+1, I came here from the official commentary.]
[Haha, this person is so popular. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any Chinese national football fans in this live broadcast room, right?]
[My fingers are almost broken from reporting the Chinese national football team, so I don’t have time to post comments. 】
In the live broadcast, the Iranian striker who was knocked down by Jiang Zhipeng sat on the grass hugging his legs in pain.
The referee had already blew the whistle, but Jiang Zhipeng was faster. He went straight behind Belwand, put his hands under his armpits, and lifted him up.
When Belwand saw the referee coming and was about to lie down to pretend, he suddenly felt his body flying into the air, and the next second he was standing on the grass. His mind was confused and he even forgot to continue acting.
Jiang Zhipeng seized the opportunity when his opponent was performing a blank and quickly shouted to the referee who came up:
"It's okay. He's fine."
Jiang Zhipeng's tackle just now was a relatively dangerous action, and he will definitely be given a card, but whether he will be given a yellow card or a red card depends on the referee's judgment.
When Song Wen saw Jiang Zhipeng's actions, he couldn't help laughing.
"Oh, Jiang Zhipeng! Our national football players are very skilled. Jiang Zhipeng can not only kick people in the head and feet, but also perform medical skills. Look at this Belandrin, who was lying on the ground in pain and unable to get up just now. He was pulled up by Jiang Zhipeng and everything was fine. What a miracle doctor! I never thought that one day on the court, I would be able to see a medical miracle!"
At this time, Belandlin, who was standing there in a daze, finally reacted.
He felt deeply humiliated and walked up to Jiang Zhipeng, cursing and wanting to argue with him.
The referee immediately separated the two and showed a yellow card to Belandlin, who pushed Jiang Zhipeng twice.
Jiang Zhipeng stood behind the referee and couldn't help but grin.
But his mouth was only half open.
Because the referee immediately turned around and gave Jiang Zhipeng a red card.
Looking at the red card in the referee's hand, Jiang Zhipeng widened his eyes, kicked his legs, spread his hands, and shook his head.
"Huh? What do you mean?! Why did you give me a red card?!"
In fact, the referee originally only wanted to give Jiang Zhipeng a yellow card, but Jiang Zhipeng's action of lifting the player obviously made the referee give him another yellow card in his mind.
The referee ignored Jiang Zhipeng's questioning, but Jiang Zhipeng was furious.
"Why give me a yellow card! He wasn't injured at all!"
"Do you know how to judge? Have you watched the Championship League? The match between Ipswich and Norwich! At that time, Song Wen used his head to break the opponent's striker's hand bones, and the big black man from Ipswich lifted him up in the same way!"
"Why did I get a red card!"
The players of the Chinese national football team also gathered around and negotiated with the referee in a righteous manner.
The Chinese national football team is not as strong as Iran's to begin with. If one player is sent off with a red card just 30 minutes into the game, what is the point of playing?
Thinking that Song Wen must be watching their jokes in the live broadcast room, the national football team became even more angry. A group of people surrounded the referee, as if they wanted to eat him alive. "Look," Song Wen said in amazement, "Look at our national football players. Just look at them like this, how can you have the nerve to always criticize them! What a brave player, not afraid of power, and dare to confront the referee on the court!"
The protests of the national football team naturally had no effect. After being warned by the referee for the third time, Jiang Zhipeng left the court in anger.
"To be honest, the referee did go too far. He obviously misunderstood Jiang Zhipeng's good intentions. He just wanted the opposing players to take a break. What did he do wrong? Jiang Zhipeng's rage is justified."
Jiang Zhipeng came to the sidelines, seemingly still angry, and kicked the mineral water bottle on the ground!
Song Wen widened his eyes and exclaimed:
"Hey! Jiang Zhipeng is out of the game, but his muscle memory is still there! This is proof of his hard training! Even though the kick missed, he didn't even hit the cup."
Jiang Zhipeng, whose kick missed the target, was obviously even angrier. Seeing a small plastic stool not far ahead, he felt unwilling to give up and kicked it again. As a result, his leg got stuck in the stool and he almost tripped himself.
At this point, even the famous speaker Song Wen was stunned, not knowing what to do. After a while, he spoke:
"Everyone, please understand that a bench is not a ball after all. A ball is round, while a bench is square. Jiang Zhipeng's feet are either used to cripple people or to make them useless."
After one player of the Chinese national football team was sent off, Iran began its full-scale attack.
But even so, the Chinese national team was still able to get the ball occasionally.
In the 35th minute, Zhang Xizhe received a pass from his teammate.
Zhan Jun introduced:
"Now that Iran has the ball and leads, Zhang Xizhe's performance is crucial. As a midfielder, you can imagine that he is under a lot of pressure. But he must find a way to hold the ball. Zhang Xizhe once studied abroad for Wolfsburg in the Bundesliga. Facing Iranian players, he has a certain ability to compete with them both physically and technically."
Zhang Xizhe got the ball and his whole body started shaking when he saw the Iranian players coming up to press him.
He kicked his legs quickly on the spot, causing the grass to splash. In the end, when the opponent approached, he did not break through, but instead passed the ball to his teammate.
This time even Fan Zhiyi couldn't help himself and started cursing.
"No, what is he doing? Is he sick? What the hell is going on here? You're just standing there on a spinning bike. If someone doesn't know, they'd think you stepped on the throttle and got electrocuted!"
After hearing Fan Zhiyi's words, Song Wen smiled and explained:
“I think this is actually a tactic.”
Fan Zhiyi obviously didn't react, and asked seriously: "Ah? What tactics?"
Song Wen couldn't close his mouth anymore.
"This tactic can make the opponent laugh so hard that they can't play football. If you don't believe me, just look at Feng Xiaoting who was following behind him. He was laughing."
Thanks to the wonderful operation of the Chinese national football players, Iran successfully broke through the goal of the Chinese national football team in the 41st minute of the first half.
After losing the ball, the Chinese national football players became more and more irritable and started to perform various Shaolin Kung Fu techniques.
In the end, the first half of the game ended with 1:0 after the referee's whistle, but everyone knew that the nightmare of the Chinese national football team was still in the second half.
Song Wen no longer had any interest in watching the second half of the game.
He had other things to do.
After hanging up the call, Song Wen directly called reporter Ling Feng and asked him to help contact various media people to spread his live broadcast clips on the Internet.
If the team was not under too much pressure in the standings, forcing him to come to the Chinese national team to buy some goods, who the hell would want to give the Chinese national team a dirty look?
I’ve worked so hard on live streaming for so long, but I haven’t even had time to wash my feet properly. Now it’s time to harvest the fruits of my labor.
(End of this chapter)