quick!

No matter how fast!

Even faster!

Long Shute's legs were still full of strength, and he chased the football that fell far away to the bottom line!

The cold snow particles still fell from the sky, falling down with the evening breeze.

But they encountered a more violent and extremely hot storm around Longshute!

They can't break through!

-

Utrecht goalkeeper Michel Wolm's original position was at the back of the center circle - he didn't want to learn from some goalkeepers participating in the attack, but the wind and snow were too strong and his vision was blocked. If he stood in the penalty area of ​​his side, he might not be able to see the dynamics of the frontcourt clearly.

When Lindgren passed the ball with his big foot, Walm had a little nervous originally and wanted to return to the goal immediately.

But after just one second, he was not only nervous, but also couldn't help but want to laugh, and his pace of retreating slowed down.

Do you, Swedish, want to pass the ball? Or do you want to shoot? Or... want to clear the ball for us?

"rice……"

It seems that someone is shouting in the wind?

"Michelle!"

This time Walm finally heard his name.

What did you ask me to do?

Go and express your gratitude to the fans?

It seems... I didn't hear the ending whistle?

He twisted his body and wanted to see what was going on.

What did the Udrecht goalkeeper see?

He saw the horrified expressions of his teammates.

He saw the excited face of the Ajax player.

And a black shadow like a cheetah came to me in an instant!

What does this guy want to do?!

He thought he was Bolt?!

He thought he could catch up with this ball?!

Although Wolm wanted to sarcastically sarcastically in his heart, as the team's last line of defense, he still quickly turned around and retreated towards the goal.

He has been instilled by his coach since he was six years old. Since he is a goalkeeper, even if the opponent has a 99.99% chance of not catching up with football, he must return to defense.

So he chose to try his best to chase back.

So... in the snowy stadium, under the puzzling gaze of thousands of spectators, two figures, one tall and one short, started a 50-meter sprint game in the half of Utrecht.

-

"Long Shute did not give up, he is still chasing him."

Duan Yixuan rubbed the teacup on his fingers while absent-mindedly commenting: "But Lindgren's kick was too hard, and the snow was so strong and the field was so slippery. Even if he really caught up with it... it was difficult to control it. What's more, the opponent's goalkeeper was more than ten meters ahead of him, and the direction of the passing of the kick was a bit tilted..."

"Catch up!"

His commentary was interrupted by Zhang Lu, a guest beside him.

Duan Yixuan looked up in shock and saw the moment when the winner was decided:

The black lightning flashed past another tall figure, and the goalkeeper in Udrecht staggered like a baby who had just learned to walk!

-

Damn it!

Walm couldn't help but want to curse.

This damn rain and snow weather!

He only ran three steps and almost fell down. Such a turf was impossible to exert force!

That little guy Ajax is at least ten meters away. Even if he slows down a little, he will not be able to catch up with him...

He comforted himself like this, but before the thoughts in his heart had fallen, a fierce wave of heat swept past him!

He watched the black storm surpass him!

Two white circles are embroidered on the black battle robe!

Ajax No. 8!

How did he rush over!

-

The flying snow grains make it difficult to open your eyes, and the slippery grass makes it difficult for your feet to exert force. In addition, the game has reached the end, and your physical fitness is already at the bottom, and your control of your body is far less than usual. Once you slip, it is easy to cause more serious injuries.

Long Shute understood these principles. Even if he didn't understand them before, he would have understood them long after he had a scientific system.

But he seemed to have no scruples, activate all the energy in his body and accelerated forward with the fastest he could!

Ten meters behind?

This is nothing!

Because Long Shute activated it much earlier than the other party!

He can cross ten meters in one second with full speed!

What's more, Walm turned around twice in the middle!

accelerate!

accelerate!

He is still accelerating!

-

The moment Long Shute rushed towards the opponent's penalty area, the entire court seemed to be in a stadium.

Apart from him and Wolm, neither Ajax nor Udrecht players made any moves.

Everyone stared blankly as his figure gradually faded away.

Can he catch up?

What can he do after he catches up?

What can he do when the pass is so powerful that he almost aims at the corner flag area on the left?

-

The Utrecht fans in the stands exclaimed the second scream.

Lindegard, who stayed at the front of the penalty area, could not believe his eyes.

Long Shute... caught up with his long pass!

Long Shute caught up with football less than three meters away from the bottom line!

But... the football was still above his head and had not completely fallen!

-

Ras Muse... How much effort did you use for your uncle!

Long Shute cursed Lindgren's ancestors in his heart, then braked suddenly and jumped up.

“…”

At this moment, Dutch TV's commentator De Kur suddenly had a short circuit in his brain.

His commentary partner, Yang Sen, had a few words difficult to spit out:

"Long Shute... in the air... rotates one hundred and eighty degrees..."

At this time, Dekur reacted. He jumped up as if he was stepped on his tail: "Is he a gymnast?!"

They are all professionals, and they know how difficult these two moves are!

The previous second was sprinting for a hundred meters, but the next second suddenly made such a non-human transformation. If it were an ordinary person, even if he didn't just jump and lost his center of gravity because he couldn't get rid of the strong inertia, he would have caused a sudden turn to cause a waist and abdominal muscle strain! Even torn!

But Long Shute completed this set of movements, and he completed the rotation during the jump!

He pushed the ball down with his forehead!

Then he landed on the grass and suddenly slipped under his feet...

This is already the end of the race, with a 70-meter high-speed sprint, then brakes, jumps, and turns...
To be continued...