The whole world's eyes were on Dong Fangzhuo. This god-like man personally assisted the Belgian with a point. This slip was an accident, but it was just the right time. Belgian fans should thank him.

But no one will blame him. Without him, the Chinese team is nothing, and no one will complain about him in a single word. This is Dong Fangzhuo's special status.

"Dong,"

"What will he think now? He will never think of it."

"But I believe he will inspire his greater fighting will, and this is not the end. It is not scary to fall behind in 1:2, as long as he still fights on the court."

"He can, we're used to him saving the team countless times. At least, today shouldn't be his end. We've been waiting for the new football king for 24 years, 24 years, and we won't stop there."

Reinker's tone became much calmer, and he was actually worried about Dong Fangzhuo.

He at least had the strength to speak, and Huang Jianxiang and Duan Xuan were silent and short-circuited. At this moment, they didn't know what to say.

Dong Fangzhuo is the god of Chinese fans. The god made a mistake, which was like seizing everyone's soul. No one could wake up for a while.

The Belgian fans were still cheering.

"Ah, even God is on our side."

"It's obvious that even God doesn't want him to continue winning, so he has this slip."

"I have a strong sense that we can reach the finals!"

Only God can make Belgian fans feel at ease...

Dong Fangzhuo stared at De Bruyne's back from far away without saying a word. After a long time, he shouted, "My fault! I couldn't watch him!"

"But the game is not over yet! Please keep cheering up! No conceding goals will bring down our confidence in winning!"

"Brothers, don't be timid, just do it!"

"Zeng Cheng, give me the ball!"

Zeng Cheng in front of the door was still a little stunned. If Dong Fangzhuo hadn't called out, he would have been in trouble.

Zeng Cheng threw the ball in front of Dong Fangzhuo. Dong Fangzhuo rushed to the center circle arc with the ball, quietly waiting for the Belgians to celebrate, without any panic in his heart.

After the celebration, Kompani brought everyone together and seemed to be saying something. They couldn't think they really won the game just because they led the Chinese team again. As players, as most players who have played against Dong Fangzhuo, they know the horror of Dong Fangzhuo.

Martinez, off the court, quickly screamed on the sidelines.

The sound is clear and audible.

"attack!"

"attack!"

"Don't stop the attack!"

He was really worried that the players would be satisfied, and then he happily began to defend in the backcourt, forgetting to continue to put pressure on the Chinese team. If so, it would be not far from the French team's failure.

At this time, there is only a situation where the fish and the death are broken, and the attack is the only choice to win, and there is no other way. Although it is leading, it is all a battle against the enemy.

Beep,

The Chinese team re-invested the offense, and Belgium immediately robbed, not only to attack, but also to have better defense. Feng Jin took the ball on the left, confidently passed Witsel, and then rushed to the bottom line. Dong Fangzhuo, Huang Bowen and Zhao Xuri all rushed up at the same time. Feng Jin faced Alderweireld, and after a continuous small steps approached, an inconspicuous oxtail threw out, continued to rush to the bottom line, and then completed the cross with his left foot. The ball fell to the back point of Belgium, and was pushed out of the bottom line by Kukaku who was chasing back all the way.

Yes, as a striker, Lukaku actually ran all the way from the frontcourt to the penalty area, pushing the ball out of the baseline before Huang Bowen.

You can imagine how unified Belgium’s tactical ideas are. In order to reach the finals historically, everyone tried their best.

Corner kick.

Dong Fangzhuo waved to the backcourt and signaled his teammates to press forward. Feng Xiaoting and Wang Gang rushed forward. At this time, of course, he cannot be the only one fighting. Everyone has the responsibility and obligation to fight for the Chinese team.

Witsel was guarding ten meters away from the corner flag to prevent Dong Fangzhu from playing a corner kick again. But this time, Dong Fangzhuo directly drove the ball into the penalty area, and he himself ran back quickly because he was worried that the Belgian team would make a quick counterattack!

Feng Xiaoting reached the landing point in the penalty area, but under the interference of Lukaku, he did not reach the right position, the ball flew out of the baseline, and Dong Fangzhuo had actually run back to Zheng Zhi. He could do what Lukaku could do. After seeing the ball flew out of the baseline, he returned to the frontcourt.

Swish

After seeing Feng Jin pressing on the left without success, he immediately reached a flying tackle in the middle and tried to cut off Witsel's cross pass, but unfortunately he was still one step late.

Fellaini passed the ball to Dembele on the left with lingering fear. Belgium launched an attack on the left and the ball fell to Hazard's feet. Hazard directly splashed the ball to Wang Gang. Just as he was about to rush over, Zheng Zhi seized the position and cut off the ball.

He replaced Wang Gang's position on the right, dribbled the ball for more than five meters and immediately looked for Dong Fangzhuo. Even though he knew that Dong Fangzhuo was in the middle, he chose to pass directly in front. He believed that Dong Fangzhuo could catch up with this ball.

Wow, Dong Fangzhuo was as light as a swallow, and rushed over with a big strode. Sure enough, he got the ball before Kompany. Fellaini and Kompany were targeting him again. Dong Fangzhuo pushed the ball forward, and suddenly turned over and pulled the ball back and detoured. Fellaini had been preventing it and immediately stopped his body. At the same time, Dembele also came back. Dong Fangzhuo did not love the battle, and swept the ball back to Huang Bowen with his left foot, and he went around to the middle without the ball.

Huang Bowen transferred the ball to Zhao Xuri. After Zhao Xuri adjusted it, he raised his right foot and pretended to shoot, but he still pushed the ball to Dong Fangzhuo, but he still had to face Fellaini and Kompani.

Dong Fangzhuo took the ball and swung continuously on the spot. Fellaini and Kompani were not moved. On the fourth stroke, Dong Fangzhuo suddenly pulled the ball and cut to the right, trying to get rid of Kompani with speed, but Hazard came back and quickly blocked Dong Fangzhuo.

At this time, Dong Fangzhuo gently picked his right foot!

The ball jumped up obediently and instantly hit Hazard's right arm!

“Handball!?!”

It seemed to be faster than the referee's whistle, and the fans in front of the TV shouted out faster.

Beep,

The whistle sounded indeed.

"I can't run away this time?!"

"This time it's definitely a penalty!"

"There is no problem. Whether it is an unintentional handball or not, according to the rules, Hazard opened his arm. This is a real penalty!"
Chapter completed!