Change the sides and fight again.

The Chinese team firmly focused on offense and did not retreat. Portugal continued to tighten its defense line, and the two teams showed different tactical styles.

In the 49th minute, Dong Fangzhuo took the ball in the middle, and an exaggerated move to get rid of it, Mutinho and Carvalho behind him were at a loss. He turned around and sent a long pass over the top. Wu Sanshi penetrated diagonally in the middle, Feng Jin rushed forward from the left, and Wei Shihao on the right also rushed up on the right, almost three arrows were shot at the same time. The difference is that this time Dong Fangzhuo was the initiator of the attack.

"Oh,"

"fierce!"

"Feng Jin is very fast, he is catching up with him!"

"But Guerrero's speed is not slow either. He quickly chased behind Feng Jin. As for Wu Sanshi, he has been stared at by Fengte."

"Feng Jin wanted to spike the ball over Guerrero, but Guerrero still hit the ball out of the baseline and corner kick."

"The attack was quite fast this time. Although Portugal was well prepared, it still felt a little rushed."

Dong Fangzhuo took the corner kick, but the landing point was still controlled by Pepe. Pepe calmly gave the ball to Felix. Felix held his horsepower and tried to rush through the midfield in one breath. However, Wu Xi and Hao Junmin double-teamed the ball and left the ball to Dong Fangzhuo. Dong Fangzhuo just stopped the ball and immediately stuffed the ball to Wei Shihao who was retreating. Wei Shihao got the ball and broke! No matter who is ahead of you, Cedric secretly complained. Facing Wei Shihao who was riding a bicycle crazy, he did not dare to make a move. Just as he was hesitating, Wei Shihao accelerated and overtook straight!

Too embarrassed.

Although Wei Shihao's absolute acceleration is not fast, the change in Wei Shihao's dribbling rhythm is very mature. After easily passing Cedric, Wei Shihao immediately passed the ball and rolled the ball. Although Wu Sanshi had no advantage in figure, it was still possible to get rid of Pepe with speed. Seeing that the ball was about to come, Wu Sanshi was about to get rid of him, and Pepe immediately chose to tackle the ball.

He shoveled the ball out of the bottom line.

call,

call,

call.

Pepe really wanted to put his hips on his hips and gasp on the spot. You sister, these guys wanted their lives when they came up. They ran too fast.

"Sign up!"

"You must focus,"

"Run,"

"Run!"

He quickly shouted, "Don't be messy because the Chinese team suddenly lifted the rhythm. At this time, his teammates must remind their teammates."

Another corner kick crossed the sky and landed in Portugal's penalty area. This time it was Fonte's turn to head the ball to clear the ball, but Wu Xi's left foot pressed on the penalty area line and shot with his right foot!

C Luo was the first to rush up and flew to block the ball, blocked the ball with his back, turned around and rushed towards the ball.

Wu Xi was not a rookie either. He immediately stretched out his legs toward Ronaldo. He must not let Ronaldo rush up. As a result, he tackled Ronaldo from the front and made a foul. The referee gave him a yellow card without hesitation.

His decisive foul prevented Portugal from making a counterattack. Ronaldo blasted the turf and looked dark. If Wu Xi didn't shovel him, he could really drive the ball and rush up.

Although Wu Xi came over and pulled him up very friendly, Ronaldo's face was still as dark as hot.

After entering the positional battle, the offense was no longer threatened. Instead, it immediately launched a fast attack for the Chinese team. Zheng Zhi took the ball in the backcourt and directly looked for Wu Sanshi. Wu Sanshi sprinted again, but this attack was still resolved by Pepe. Pepe and Fengte paid great attention to the depth protection of defense and did not allow Wu Sanshi to get the ball.

But even so, Pepe gasped again with the sound of killing pigs...

“It’s so unreasonable,”

"Can't you run to death?"

"If you don't die, I want to die!"

Pepe's mouth kept talking, and at this moment, the Chinese team decisively began to substitution, Feng Renliang came on and Wu Sanshi came on!

"Down?"

"God!"

"Come up Feng Renliang?"

"Forehead……"

Pepe had a premonition that something was wrong. He still didn't care about Feng Renliang. In the Madrid derby, he often fought with Feng Renliang.

This guy's speed...

What he was most worried about was Feng Renliang's speed and his abnormal direction in high-speed dribbling. Although he was not as good as the master level of Messi and Robben, he was still enough to drink.

Feng Renliang's front foot just stepped in, and the Chinese team made another substitution adjustment. Yang Liyu also made a appearance, and he replaced Wei Shihao!

The Chinese team made two substitution adjustments in a row.

“All players on the offensive end,”

"Dong is so crazy."

"This is to carry out the offense to the end. No one has the courage, but he has it. What should Portugal do? Don't you plan to substitute? These players take turns to sprint, and their midfield and backcourt will be exhausted. I have now seen Dong's tactical style, but he is unreasonable and long passes over the top, allowing his players to torture the Portuguese defense line. Feng and Yang come up and can continue to suppress the Portuguese defense line, with their physical fitness and speed advantage."

"This is the World Cup final, but Dong easily used two substitutions. He may not have considered overtime or penalty shootouts."

"Aowu~ No, there is a third substitution adjustment."

"This third place is Zhang Xizhe."

"Oh my God, he used up three places in one breath and did not leave any room for the team. What if a player is injured?"

"Do you really don't think about it? Dong, you are so fairy!"

The whole audience was also in an uproar. Whether it was Portuguese or Chinese fans, the three consecutive substitutions were too crazy. You should know that even in the ninety-minute game, there was still half an hour left. Is Dong Fangzhuo doing this too extreme?

"this……"

"this……"

"What is Dong Fangzhuo doing? Should Gao Hongbo remind him? He can stop him off the court, alas..."

Huang Jianxiang really didn't know what to say. This is the World Cup final. Why does Dong Fangzhuo think that it's like playing house? Play whatever you want?

"This can no longer be described as adventure. If we have fewer individuals, what if we enter overtime? How else can we play in this game?"

"Did he not even understand the rules? He is too willful. Ahhhhh..."

Every Chinese fan is angry and wants to swear, but he can't speak, because Dong Fangzhuo is the god in their hearts.

Will God do something wrong?

At this moment, no one was standing on Dong Fangzhuo's side, but this unprecedented move made Santos embarrassed.
Chapter completed!