Chapter 217: A Kick to Score a Goal!

"Leeeeeeeeeeeee——"

The Red Army fans at the new Wembley Stadium watched the football fly towards Li Qing, and subconsciously made a huge cheer.

Marcos Alonso, who was close to Li Qing, suddenly felt a "click" in his heart, and felt inexplicably panicked. Kante, who had just connected the Blues' attack, hurried over to help Alonso defend Li Qing.

Li Qing, whose physical strength value had reached 76, was not afraid of Alonso's forward squeeze at all. He took a horse stance, like a fence stuck in the mud, and Alonso couldn't push it at all from behind.

The football bounced off the ground and fell towards Li Qing. Alonso squeezed forward with all his strength, but Li Qing didn't move at all. He looked at the landing point of the football, used his left foot to pick the ball back, and turned to the left with his body close to Alonso.

Alonso, who couldn't see the football, realized that Li Qing was going to turn around, and his first reaction was to pull him to commit a foul, but he saw the football flying over his head with his peripheral vision, and his body instinctively jumped on the spot and tried to push the football forward.

Obviously, Alonso's bounce speed was slow, half a beat slower than the flying speed of the football, and the football flew past his hair.

"Oops!"

Alonso's heart skipped a beat and he realized that something was wrong.

Blues coach Kong Lengzi angrily shook his arm to vent his strong dissatisfaction with Long Ge.

Kante was not as fast as Li Qing. He knew that he could not catch up even if he gritted his teeth and chased hard, so he went straight back along the middle to see if he could take advantage of the shortest straight line between the three points.

Ruiz and Cahill were still in the backcourt, and Kante hoped that they could slow down Li Qing's forward counterattack speed.

Li Qing, who turned around next to Alonso, accelerated forward along the right sideline, and used his forehead to push the bounced football forward with force, at full speed.

Ruiz, who was fighting and retreating, approached Li Qing who was advancing at full speed. As time went on, the distance between the two became closer and closer. Li Qing crossed the center line, and the two were less than five meters away.

Ruiz concentrated and held his breath, looking at the football under Li Qing's feet. He didn't know whether it was a steal or a foul.

It was a bit difficult to steal the ball, and if it was a foul, he would be given a yellow card, so it was very likely that two yellow cards would turn into one red card. Only by using technology to complete defense could he ensure his position was safe.

However, he forgot that he should make a prompt decision at the critical moment. Thinking too much would be counterproductive.

Li Qing did not continue to dribble along the right road, he took the initiative to find Ruiz.

Cassier was afraid of Mane's high-speed forward movement, so his position was closer to the middle, which meant that Ruiz was the only one left to defend Li Qing.

Li Qing, who had a wide field of vision, raised his mouth slightly, raising a confident arc. He slowed down the speed of dribbling forward and changed to a continuous feint with his feet around the football.

One, two, three bicycle kicks were completed in a flash. Ruiz did not dare to kick and chose to fight and retreat.

Just as Li Qing was about to step on the fourth bicycle, he pushed the ball to the right rib with the outside of his right foot. Ruiz knew that he could not compete with Li Qing in speed, so he chose to foul at the critical moment.

However, Li Qing was faster and had expected Ruiz to foul in advance. He did not chase the ball directly, but circled to the right, used his speed advantage to run away, and then chased the ball again.

"Beautiful!"

He Wei, the commentator of Tianchao Channel 5, raised his voice by eight degrees. He was excited when he saw Li Qing speeding up: "Two against one!"

At this time, how could Cassill have the mind to pay attention to Mane?

Li Qing, who was chasing the ball, glanced at Mane's running while running, which gave Cassill a psychological hint-he might pass the ball.

Kante could only pin his hopes on Cassill, who was defending one against two.

Or, Li Qing made a mistake on his own initiative.

Is there such a possibility?

Yes!

But the probability is very small.

Li Qing's speed was getting faster and faster. Li Qing, who was chasing back diagonally, looked at Ma's thigh who was following at high speed in the middle road.

Cassirer's heart beat faster and faster. Li Qing, who was running, raised his right foot and touched the football with the outside of his foot.

"Opportunity!"

Cassirer saw the opportunity when Li Qing passed the ball, stopped on the spot, and stretched his foot to steal the ball!

Completed an epic one-on-two defense!

"Huh? Where's the football?"

Cassirer, who had been ready to steal the ball perfectly, suddenly realized that he was fooled by Li Qing's realistic fake move!

He stood there in a daze!

Li Qing, who pretended to use the outside of his left foot to flick the ball, did not pass the ball. Instead, he used the flexibility of his ankle to feint a shot, and then pushed the ball forward with the inside of his left foot to speed up again.

"Single knife!"

Andy Gray, the commentator of Sky TV in Great Britain, shouted suddenly.

Ruiz and Cassirer were left behind by Li Qing. The goalkeeper had no support. He could only stand in front of the goal and wait for Li Qing to make a mistake.

Unfortunately, Li Qing, who never lost a single shot, entered the penalty area without slowing down. Since the distance between the football and the person was very good, Pantuosi could not see the perfect opportunity to attack.

But Li Qing had already entered the penalty area with the ball, and he had no choice but to abandon the goal and attack!

Li Qing did not need to look up, and the wide field of vision allowed him to see multiple gaps, and he... chose the most direct way, stopping the ball with his right foot to the left front of his body, and swinging his left foot.

What surprised Courtois was that the football that Li Qing stopped was too close to his body, which was not suitable for shooting at all.

Courtois paused for a moment, thinking that Li Qing had made a mistake in stopping the ball, and made a decision in a flash to further reduce the distance between himself and Li Qing, because he thought Li Qing might continue to adjust.

That... was his chance.

At this moment, Li Qing quickly put down his raised left foot, and his right foot went around behind his left foot.

Kurtuwa was stunned for a moment by Li Qing's handling of the ball, not knowing what tricks Li Qing was going to do.

"This is..."

He Wei, the commentator of Tianchao Channel 5, raised his eyebrows, full of confusion.

It was not until Li Qing's right foot kicked the middle of the football that he suddenly realized it and shouted: "A flower kick... a shot?"

At the same time, Courtois also knew what Li Qing was going to do next, and raised his eyebrows, feeling humiliated.

The football kicked by Li Qing flew quickly to the far end of the goal. Courtois had never expected that Li Qing would use his unfamiliar right foot to complete the cross-legged shot. He stood there for a moment, but it was too late to save the ball when it flew over. All he could do was turn his head and watch the ball fly by him. He closed his eyes in pain until the ball hit the far end of the goal...

"This..."

Sky TV commentator Andy Gray was stunned for a moment, and it took about half a second for him to react, and he stretched out his voice: "Goooooooooooooal——"

Commentary guest Martin Taylor exclaimed: "Incredible performance! It's unbelievable! Li Qing chose this highly ornamental kicking method to score against pantyhose! He is really the number one monster in the world of football today!"

"Oh my God, cross-legged shot! A rare way to score in the world!"

Tianchao Channel 5 commentator He Wei pulled his hair with both hands in the enthusiastic live broadcast room, his voice full of disbelief.