Madrid.
Li Zimo, who was gnawing his nails, ejected from the sofa, and swung his fist hard and shouted "Yeah~~". He felt unsatisfied, so he hit the military team a few more times and shouted a few times.
After being excited, he asked Vinicius, who applauded softly, "If you want to put this ball in me, you can still get in. Do you believe it?"
Vinicius curled his lips: "Believe, I believe."
Li Zimo glared: "If you have this fucking expression, do you believe it?"
‘Swish~’ immediately serious, Vinicius Zheng pointed: “You can definitely enter, it’s a must.”
Zimo angrily scolded: "Get out!"
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Barcelona.
After cheering for the goal, Liu Langdong looked at Mei Zixi's tears and said with emotion: "Xiaoxi is happy, this is called the tears of happiness, right Brother Scar."
Scar Ribery was very unhappy: "I told you a long time ago that Ma Bei called me Uncle Scar."
Lang Dong shook his head: "Impossible. I call the captain Brother Zhuo, so at most it is impossible to call you brother, uncle."
"The hot mom criticized you for not getting 18, I'm 36, twice as much as your turtle." Scar's math is very good: "In a few years, you will be 20 years old, I will be 40, you will be 50 years old, I will be 100, I will be you
Grandpa is enough, can you call uncle?"
Lang Dong: “…”
"Do you shout?"
"impossible."
"roll!"
"Get out, go back and I will tell Brother Zhuo you to chase me away."
"Come back." Scar changed his face in seconds: "I'll leave after eating."
"Okay, Brother Scar."
Li Zimo and Liu Langdong, who cheered for the Chinese team to score another goal under the dangerous mirror and regain the score advantage, were sincere in their happiness, but the soreness in their hearts was also true, which was naked jealousy towards Mei Zixi and others.
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The moment the football bounced into the goal, Mei Xiaoxi's tears came down.
While crying and shouting, he ran towards the captain who raised his hands outside the penalty area, but was intercepted by Li Ju in the middle of the way. He pushed Mei Xiaoxi up and carried it on his shoulders.
There is no doubt that this is the most important goal of the Chinese team in this game. The teammates rushed around, and even the goalkeeper Lei ran around to celebrate.
Mei Xiaoxi cried so hard that Zhuo Yang realized how much pressure this child had before. He had always been heartless on the court, and had cried and laughed, had won and lost, but had never tasted the pressure.
difficult.
Cry, the pressure is released with tears, and this hurdle passes.
But what does Zeng Rourou mean when he followed his eyes?
"Rourou, why are you crying?"
"Captain, I...I just want to cry."
"Captain, you don't know." Park Renmeng replied: "Rourou cried when she watched "My Fair Princess". If she cried once and once, she wouldn't be able to see others cry."
Zhuo Yang scratched his head: They are still some living treasures.
"Okay, just cooperate and cry for a while. Xiaoxi, you should almost stop too, the game is not over yet."
"promise!"
The Chinese team is comfortable, and the Iranians are naturally stupid.
The soap bubble between dreams and reality is too abrupt, and the Iranian F1, which has been sucked in blood, cannot be turned off the hairpin.
Queros spread his hands on the sidelines and was at a loss for the first time in his coaching career. He is a defensive coach. In his opinion, the defense line of the ball just now did not make any mistakes, and in his football cognition, there was no mistake.
You should never concede the ball.
But now it happened, Queros was as wandering as a salted hairtail in a freshwater well.
There are five minutes left in the game. If the Iranians want to be worthy of the god-given opportunity of 11 to 9, they must go crazy in the last five minutes. Of course, there is no need for the Chinese team to accompany them. Everyone is united and it is only five minutes.
If you really have to defend yourself, nine people will be enough. Moreover, Iran's ability to smash hard is at a strong second-rate level in Asia, and the five major powers rank fifth.
Not saying that, but I feel very guilty in my heart, the central defender explodes again, so Zhuo Yang takes over the pit position in the back and even retreats to the defense line to play a guest center back.
In the 88th minute, Hayssafi, who had no good idea, chose to play the ball on the right and hit the middle and hit the fortune. But when Taremi landed, he saw Zhuo Yang take off, and even his interest in fighting disappeared.
The two of them are about the same height and weight, but Zhuo Yang, who occupied the position in advance, jumped up and his waist was on Taremi's head, not even comparable at all.
Moreover, Zhuo Yang never simply saved the situation. He shook his head in the air and threw the football to Park Renmeng on the left. This is the position he had seen before taking off.
The Iranians rushed up to counterattack. At this time, the Chinese team's overall excellent pass-and-receive skills were fully revealed. With the opponent's group pounce, everyone's movements to protect the ball and shoot the ball were just right.
This is also one of the benefits brought by the score again. Everyone's mentality has stabilized and relaxed.
Mei Xiaoxi, who had just wiped her tears, received a pass from Zeng Rourou in the middle. After pulling the ball and dodging Omid, she did not argue with Canani, who had made small moves behind her, and pushed the ball back to Zhuo Yang who was sticking to the throat.
Then he heard the captain shouting, "Run--"
Without even a moment of hesitation, Mei Xiaoxi turned around and overtook Canani, who had just relaxed, stepped out of her short legs and rushed towards the frontcourt.
The population in the second half was too dense. In order to save trouble, Zhuo Yang directly went through the air and gave Mei Xiaoxi a long-range over-the-top ball.
Speed ​​is not Mei Xiaoxi's strength, he can only pass the fastest part. While running, he looked up at the flying trajectory of the football, then braked slightly and unloaded the ball with his feet. The football landed steadily in front of him.
distance.
But in just one moment, Kanani, who was chasing back, caught up, forcing Mei Xiaoxi to dodge with the ball after she died completely.
Just as I was about to figure out if I would like to go back and play, the captain's roar came from my ears.
"By him-"
The youth in her bones burned instantly. Lingbo, who was stepping on the ball on the bottom of Mei Xiaoxi's feet, immediately threw Canani on the ground, and then her short legs turned into hot wheels.
Iran is a team that plays counterattack and speed. Whenever he picks players, he has to put a rabbit as the standard. At that time, Mada Wikia could become the Bundesliga assist king with his speed, but now almost all the Iranian national teams are new motors.
The full-back Rezayang came in and caught up and decisively released the shovel, but Mei Xiaoxi did not slow down and slightly changed direction to dodge the ball. Then it was Praliganji, and his tomahawk was also a little short.
After three people in a row, Mei Xiaoxi completely released her skills. Her skillful ball sense made the football always take only one step ahead of him. Boss Mei, who was watching the live broadcast, seemed to have seen herself 14 years ago.
The short legs are so the pendulum is that Mei Xiaoxi's move to knock down Belanwande in the penalty area line was not something Mei Daxi did, but one of Zhuo Yang's signature moves, "but the goalkeeper will not give up."
Mei Xiaoxi's lonely and floating figure was in the distance in the backcourt, Zhuo Yang stood there and looked at him with his hands on his hips and pushed the empty goal and raised his hands high.
Mei Zixi scored twice, the Chinese team 5:3, and the overall situation has been decided.
This time, Mei Xiaoxi did not cry, he was as happy as a lunatic.
Not to mention chicken blood, the cell fluid has already become cold. Ten minutes ago, they were excited to use their number advantage to slowly train the Chinese team. At this time, they hoped that the game would end earlier than the Chinese team.
Because they were afraid that they would not be able to return to their country if they continued to kick.
In the 903rd minute, Rourou intercepted the ball in the midfield. Mei Xiaoxi skillfully turned and controlled it, and sent a straight pass to the captain who was released.
Mei Xiaoxi was too dazzling in these ten minutes, which made the Iranians subconsciously regard him as the center of the encirclement, but fundamentally ignored Zhuo Yang who had been guarding the backcourt.
With a clear and beautiful counterattack, Zhuo Yang personally put an end to this difficult and weird game, and frozen the score at 6:3.
After the game, Zhuo Yang, who won four goals alone, was named the best on the spot, while Mei Xiaoxi, who scored two shots and one pass, completed the redemption journey, which also shocked the football world.
Portuguese coach Queros could not accept the realistic contrast beyond his football philosophy. After the game, he announced that he would resign as head coach of the Iranian national team.
Chapter completed!