No one is here to stop him, Feng Renliang straightened his right foot and hit the ball directly on the instep.

"Shot!"

"Shot!"

Huang Jianxiang's voice seemed to accelerate the ball.

Loris firmly sealed the near corner, held up his fists, and the ball was hit.

The ball did not go in.

ah!

So terrible.

French fans shivered.

It was Loris who kept the hope of the French team, otherwise the score would have become 0:2.

Feng Renliang's shot is of high quality, but Loris' performance is great.

Corner kick.

Dong Fangzhuo, Zheng Zhi, and Li Weifeng all appeared in the middle, Gao Lin was at the front point and the back point dragged Feng Renliang far away, but Huang Bowen went to the corner kick.

"There are a lot of troops invested in this corner kick. Five people actually entered the French team's penalty area. There was also Zhao Xuri guarding outside the penalty area. This was to beat France to death..."

"Clauchen's set-piece tactics are not only amazing, but also not conservative at all. After finishing the free kick, I'm playing corner kick now."

"So many people appear in the French team's penalty area, and there will probably be unexpected corner kick tactics..."

The penalty area is full of people, and even Anelka will come back after running away.

Beep,

Huang Bowen rubbed a half-high ball with his right foot.

What?

The Frenchman was stunned. The ball did not fly into the penalty area, but flew towards the penalty area line!

There is Zhao Xuri.

"Zhao Xuri!"

This is a tactical corner kick, and the Chinese team's firepower points are almost concentrated in the French team's penalty area. Only Zhao Xuri is outside the penalty area. However, French players cannot take care of Zhao Xuri. The guy closest to him is Anelka, but this guy is not a defensive player and did not step forward to block the block immediately.

Zhao Xuri directly shot with anger!

With a bang, the ball drew an externally rotating arc, slashed through Anelka's ear and was about to fall into the upper right corner of the goal.

Loris' reaction was very fast, but he was not as fast as the ball and could not fly to that height.

Duang!

The ball hit the lintel heavily and quickly popped out of the bottom line.

"Aowu..."

The heart can't stand it!

Almost all French fans covered their hearts with their hands, their whole bodies were cold, and many people began to cross.

Thank God, thank Allah!

The French team escaped again.

But, because the French team was pressed on the grass by China? Shouldn’t the French team beating the Chinese team?

French fans still can't accept this scene, and even if they are thinking about it, it is unlikely that such a thing will happen. But now the Chinese team's playing style is quite flexible and weird, and almost every attack is beyond France's expectations. Whether it is a set piece or this corner kick, they have made amazing cooperation. Is this really the Chinese team in the past?

The entire team is full of spirituality.

Although the French team still has many offensive opportunities, the creativity shown by Chinese players is far beyond the reach of French players!

"!!!"

"Almost killed France!"

"Xiao Feng, I'm a little bit less lucky. The first goal of the World Cup almost arrived."

"This lintel is not as good as the Chinese team."

“…”

The ball flew out of the baseline and the French team finally won the ball, but in just three minutes, their goal suffered two painful tests. If it weren't for luck, they might have gone to hell.

Captain Evra kept pressing down with both hands, signaling her teammates to calm down and calm down!

Nothing happened, no goal was lost, you were all so calm.

The ball was re-opened. This time they attacked on the right. Maluda passed the ball to Gewu. Gewu relied on his physical advantage, and had no choice but to carry Zhao Xuri. Zhao Xuri did not fight hard with him, but kept protecting the inside. He followed Gewu back to the half. When Gewu wanted to use his speed to break through him, Zhu Ting blocked it in time and kicked the ball out of the bottom line.

"Scattered sand."

"Scattered sand."

"A piece of sand." In the French live broadcast room, Deselli kept shaking his head, "I haven't seen France cooperate many times until now. Except for the pass that Ribery passed to Anelka, the rest are all alone, with a single style of play, without creativity, and even a large-scale transfer. With such a rigid attack, how to score, the Chinese players will not stand for you."

Maluda was still out of bounds, and Gowu received the ball again, and asked to step on the ball under his feet, but saw Ribery coming in dust and then he pushed the ball to him!

Huang Bowen followed closely, but Ribery was faster. While Ribery was receiving the ball with his right foot, his body slightly twisted to the left. When Huang Bowen happened to arrive, he gently pushed his right foot and actually penetrated his crotch!

Huang Bowen didn't expect that when he wanted to make up for it, Ribery had already passed by him with a whoosh.

Perhaps, Ribery is the one who performs the most calmly and normally in the French team.

He successfully passed Huang Bowen.

but,

Ribery was obviously too happy.

Buzz...

The ear drums buzzed instantly.

Zheng Zhi bumped from the left, not only hitting him hard, but also stuck in the position!

Ribery lost the ball under her feet.

His running position is large, and Zheng Zhi's running range is also large.

Beep,

Zheng Zhi committed a foul and gave the French team a free kick in the frontcourt.

"Be careful, Zheng Zhi, you are carrying a yellow card..."

Huang Jianxiang felt cold and sweated coldly.

"It's okay, this kind of side impact has not been made. Generally, the referee rarely takes out cards. What's more, Zheng Zhi's purpose is to get a position, not to be directed at people. It's mainly because Ribery didn't notice Zheng Zhi appearing from the side at that time. However, he still has to take a little leisurely with a yellow card in his arms." Fan Zhiyi commented.

"Although he was a little risky, Zheng Zhi's replacement was quite timely, and his awareness and overall view were very good. If the Chinese team had more Zheng Zhi, the midfield strength would be improved."

Zeng Chengmao was commanding the wall at the left gate post, Li Weifeng and Feng Xiaoting were also pulling their teammates to cooperate. Feng Renliang was slower in front and was yelled by Zheng Zhi.

This is the spirit of the Chinese team!

This set ball is nearly 28 meters away from the goal, and the penalty area is on the right side. The Frenchman has the ability to shoot directly.

Ribery and Maluda stood in front of the ball at the same time, and they didn't know who would play. Both of them had the ability to hit the ball. But no matter what they played, the Chinese players built a high wall of people in front of them, and it would definitely not be easy to kick the ball over.

Beep,

Maluda quickly helped out and shot her with a feint!

Ribery quickly followed behind him.

boom--

Thrilling shot with his right foot.

Zhu Ting!

He covered his crotch and used his illness to resist Ribery's powerful shot.

It hurts,

It hurts so much!

But the next moment, Chinese fans were surprised.

Even though Zhu Ting, who was covered with pain in his crotch, still gritted his teeth and swept the ball out of the boundary with his right foot. Ribery, who rushed up to shoot again, wanted to shoot again, had to give up. He looked at Zhu Ting with disbelief.

Man, you are too fierce! Do you have no eggs? You can clear the ball even if you feel so painful?

He really wanted to take off Zhu Ting's pants and see what happened. The shot just now was definitely strong enough. Zhu Ting couldn't feel good, but Zhu Ting was able to endure the pain and relieve the danger.

Hao Haidong was happy and said with a big mouth: "Heroic man, I feel like Zhu Ting was blowing up a bunker just now, sacrificing himself for justice..."

"this……"

The Chinese fans at the scene immediately shouted: "Zhu Ting, awesome!"
To be continued...