Chapter 1171, Best Luck!

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Withstanding the huge pressure from the audience, Spain's third penalty kicker, Pedro, stepped forward.

He glanced at Cassano with disdain in his heart.

I think back when Barcelona beat Real Madrid, you weren’t even a starter. What’s the point of being arrogant now?

Pedro didn't have much contact with Cassano, and the two didn't have any personal grudges, but Pedro just didn't like Cassano.

As a direct descendant of La Masia, Pedro's dislike of Real Madrid players oozes from his bones. This is the biggest reason for his hostility to Cassano.

Standing in front of the ball, Pedro took a deep breath. He slowly backed away, took a quick run, and shot hard!

The ball was extremely fast and flew towards the lower right corner of the goal!

The ball hit the goal post!

It still bounced into the net!

Buffon made the save in the right direction, but his fingertips were still a little short of the ball, and he could only watch as the ball flew into the dead center of the goal.

Listening to the cheers of the Spanish fans in the stadium, Buffon, who fell to the ground, hammered the ground hard!

He just made the save in the right direction and was just a little bit close!

The first three rounds of penalty kicks for both teams have ended, and the score is now 3-3.

The fourth player in the Italian team was Balotelli.

Standing in front of the penalty spot, Balotelli just took two steps back and shot directly!

The ball went straight into the upper right corner of the goal! The ball went in!

Casillas didn't even react to the situation, and the ball spun in the net.

The Italian fans in the stands cheered again and applauded Balotelli.

Balotelli did not leave the field at this time, he stood at the penalty spot with his head held high!

Returning to the Italian camp, he proudly asked Cassano: "Brother, was I handsome just now? Do you think about the former Manchester United No. 7 Cantona? Do you feel like the king has arrived?"

Cassano shook his head: "No, not like a king coming, like a big fool."

Balotelli: "I just FxxK..."

After Balotelli returned to the Italian camp, Torres came out of the Spanish team.

As the "lucky son" of the Spanish team, Torres has always been very lucky.

In 2008, Europe missed Lahm's goal and helped Spain reach the top.

Torres also had great luck in 2010, helping Spain become world champion.

Even at Chelsea, Torres often stayed out of business for half a year and stayed open for half a year.

Just after coming on as a substitute, Torres also scored a goal shortly after coming on and was in excellent form.

Standing in front of Buffon, Torres showed no expression at all. He looked at Buffon with empty eyes.

Buffon knows very well that this kind of penalty taker is the most dangerous.

However, Buffon also feels that he is in good condition. He made two saves in the right direction. If Torres' penalty kick is saved now, then this game will definitely be safe!

Torres retreated slowly, and Buffon stared closely at Torres' feet.

Run up and volley into the lower right corner of the goal!

Buffon made the right decision! His fingertips touched the ball!

The ball hit the goal post! Bounced out!

The ball was saved by Buffon!

At this time, there was a burst of crazy cheers from the stands!

And in the Italian player camp and coaching bench, everyone was clapping and celebrating excitedly!

Buffon has made a contribution!

Torres, who missed the penalty kick, instantly fell to the ground. His eyes were still empty, but there was a lot of disappointment hidden deep inside.

The free throw was missed, and Torres knew the team was in danger.

Now the penalty shootout is 4 to 3. Next, Casillas must save Italy's penalty kick, and Mata, the last player to play, must score to ensure a draw.

But can the last Italian player on the field miss a penalty kick...

When Del Piero walked towards Buffon with a smile on his face, the audience burst into applause and the two men hugged each other tightly.

As teammates of Juventus for more than ten years, the relationship between the two has already exceeded that of ordinary teammates and friends. They are the closest comrades and the most considerate brothers.

"Ji'an, your save just now was so beautiful. You can go and have a rest now, and you can hold the cup later!"

"No problem Del! I have so much confidence in you!"

Buffon on the side simply sat on the ground, waiting for Del Piero to take the penalty.

At this time, Casillas slowly came to the goal. He looked at Del Piero, frowning, and then quickly relaxed.

"Del, I always save your penalty kicks during this period." Casillas suddenly said.

Del Piero nodded: "Yes, we played very fiercely in the Champions League final, but I didn't expect that we would meet again in the European Cup final."

"In the second half of the Champions League final, your penalty kick was saved by me. Later, you hit the net with a supplementary shot. That's right."

"That's right, I successfully scored your goal in the final penalty shootout. You should also remember this."

"That means your penalty kick success rate is 50 percent, right?"

Piero smiled slightly and stopped talking.

He knew very well that Casillas would play psychological warfare with him again, but Del Piero didn't care.

If he were Chinese, he would definitely say a Chinese proverb - We are all foxes for thousands of years, what kind of chat are you doing with me?

Del Piero slowly backed away and looked at Casillas in front of him.

To some extent, Casillas's career is more perfect than his own.

At the club level, he has won the league and the Champions League, as well as countless other cup titles; at the national team level, he has won the World Cup and the European Cup, creating the best Spain.

But Piero has also won the Champions League and League, as well as countless cup titles at the club level; but at the national team level, he only has one World Cup and no European Cup.

If this penalty kick is scored, then Del Piero will also be a Grand Slam player with a flawless career.

Fans from both sides in the stands held their breath and were afraid to express their anger. I am afraid that the breathing sound will be too loud, which will affect the players of my team who are taking free throws or making saves.

Even the commentators and hosts in the live broadcast room became quiet and spoke carefully.

Vieri pointed his hands to the sky and prayed in a low voice: "I hope Del Piero can score this penalty kick, and I hope these boys can fulfill our unfinished wish."

Dilivio stared in the direction of the goal and murmured to himself: "Del must be fine, he must be fine..."

In the Huaguo live broadcast room, Li Tie and Zheng Zhi had already stood up. They looked at Del Piero on the court. The two people who were usually very calm were also a little nervous at this time.

Zheng Zhi lightly shook his fist: "Captain, you will be fine! Sir, you will definitely become the European champion coach!"

Li Tieye also had a firm gaze: "The Italian team has coach Yun Sheng, they will definitely go to the end, and this goal will definitely be scored!"

At this moment, it seems that the whole world has stopped, and it seems that the eyes of the whole world have fallen on Piero...