When Li Yi chased the football, his vision was already dark, and it seemed that his opponent would appear in the next second. He pushed the ball directly into the middle and fell to the ground. That was it.
Li Tiancheng advanced forward at high speed and found that the Kuwaiti defender was rushing toward him. He simply stretched his foot a little bit before he could, and the football flew behind the Kuwaiti player.
Slightly circling and accelerating past the guy, there is only one central defender in front of him who is retreating step by step, and then there is the goalkeeper.
Li Tiancheng leaned to the left, causing the guy to move to the right. He then leaned to the right, moved the ball forward with the instep of his right foot, and passed the guy in one step.
This guy has completely lost his focus, but he still pulls up his jersey, which is quite tenacious.
Li Tiancheng didn't take it seriously and continued to accelerate, but suddenly stopped, his neck was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
When I looked back, I was speechless. This guy was already lying on the ground, still holding his jersey firmly with both hands.
A yellow card.
Um?
Li Tiancheng went to see the referee. This is the last defensive player. I am about to score!
Two yellows turn one red.
cut!
I won’t argue with you anymore.
Li Tiancheng turned to look at the goal.
The guy on the ground got up and walked off the court with a proud look on his face. Warm applause also broke out in the stadium stands. Warriors, you have preserved hope for us. Even if it is only a theoretical hope, it is better than no hope at all!
After carefully placing the football, Li Tiancheng stepped back step by step, with his hands on his hips, watching the guys arrange the wall.
He tilted his head and looked at Shao Jiayi.
Shao Jiayi spread his hands: "It would be nice to add some weight, at least my free kicks are pretty good."
Li Tiancheng nodded: "I like your energy." If you don't have any confidence, why do you still play football? Isn't it better to go home and practice tanning? At least you can practice your courage while practicing tanning.
Shao Jiayi:......
Who is Big Brother?
The referee indicated that free throws were allowed.
Li Tiancheng takes a run-up, swings his legs, and volleys!
Turn around and raise your arms high!
"In the 88th minute of the game, Li Tian became the Chinese team and won a free kick."
"Li Tiancheng and Shao Jiayi both stood in front of the ball, who will take the penalty? Both of them have a free kick, and they are both good."
"Li Tiancheng took the first step, Shao Jiayi followed closely and shot, and Li Tiancheng shot directly!"
"The ball is in! The ball is in! 2:1! China is ahead."
"In the final stage of the game, China led Kuwait!"
"The football drew a rainbow, jumped over the wall, and crashed into the upper right corner of the goal! The Kuwaiti goalkeeper had no reaction! He could only watch the football hit the net!"
"Li Tiancheng finished the shot. He didn't even look at the result. He turned around and started celebrating. He had already seen the Kuwaiti goalkeeper stunned and had no reaction. Hahahaha..., domineering! I like it!"
"Who is holding Cai Lian to dance in the air, Mr. Li Tiancheng from China!"
The stands burst into flames, red flags rolled in the air, and gongs and drums shook the sky!
Shao Jiayi stopped, turned around and jumped on Li Tiancheng's back: "Boy, if you need any show-off props in the future, just tell me directly. I won't say anything to you!"
The Chinese players all laughed and gathered together to celebrate.
On the coaching bench of the Chinese team, everyone jumped up and cheered for victory. Ali Khan hugged Wu Jingui and slapped him on the back. Everyone laughed, and all the grudges seemed to disappear.
The coaching bench next door was completely silent. The two set off each other, and the contrast became more and more conspicuous.
"Li Tian became the Chinese team and advanced to the quarterfinals. This score will be maintained until the end. We will surpass Kuwait by 6 points, and the Chinese team will enter the quarterfinals in advance."
"Hold on, boys! If we hold on for the last few minutes, we will go directly to the quarterfinals! To hell with the last round!" Huang Jianxiang said incoherently.
"The game resumed and Kuwait kicked off again, hahaha..."
The referee stopped the Chinese team from celebrating excessively and the game restarted.
At this time, the Chinese team did not make any mistakes, and Kuwait lost the energy to continue attacking.
Even though the referee extended extra time, a full five minutes, the game was not disrupted.
2:1!
The Chinese team defeated Kuwait and advanced directly.
As soon as the referee's whistle blew, the Chinese players on and off the field rushed to Li Tiancheng, lifted him up and threw him into the sky.
Flying in the air, Li Tiancheng turned his head to look at the visiting team's stand, and unconsciously a smile spread on his face.
The five-star red flag swept across the stands, people hugged each other, jumped and shouted loudly.
It’s true that everyone is happy under the red flag.
That’s how it should be!
"Li Tiancheng was lifted up! Indeed, this young man not only brought the Chinese team back from hell, but also sent the Chinese team to the Asian quarterfinals with his feet dancing with colorful drills!"
"He deserves it. He deserves to enjoy the gratitude of his teammates, he deserves to enjoy the worship of the fans, and he deserves to enjoy the glory alone!"
"Not only did the Chinese team not fall behind early, it directly defeated Kuwait and entered the Asian quarterfinals of the World Cup qualifiers."
"After losing in the Asian Cup final, the Chinese national men's football team finally brought some relief to the fans. If this game was eliminated by Kuwait, the consequences would be really disastrous."
"Fortunately, Li Tiancheng didn't let this happen. Now we can look forward to next year's quarterfinals!"
"The players are on their way out. The fans have spent a lot of time, energy and money to accompany the national football team on their expedition to Kuwait. It is indeed not easy..."
The TV showed the scene of the Chinese players leaving the field. All the players stood shoulder to shoulder, arms clasped together, and sang "Ode to the Motherland" together with the fans in the stands.
Li Shangjun nodded and stroked his beard: "Let me just say, Chengcheng is my grandson, Li Shangjun, how could he be beaten down so easily!"
"Dad, they didn't say that. They just said that his personality might affect his future development. They didn't say..."
"What nonsense? What's wrong with Chengcheng's character?" Li Shangjun interrupted his son directly: "As an athlete, what can you do if you don't have a competitive spirit? I think this is good."
Li Yuanchao shook his head and smiled bitterly, having nothing to say.
"What do you mean, now I can go to the World Cup again?" Li Shangjun said with great interest.
"Not yet, dad." Xu Jingfang was also very excited: "I just made it to the top eight in Asia. Now I can go to the top eight. The top eight will select four to participate in the World Cup."
"Then why are everyone so happy?" Li Shangjun frowned, this was too hopeless.
"Uh." Xu Jingfang paused and was just happy for her son. She really didn't think about this problem.
"Maybe it was because of an accident that I almost didn't make it." Li Yuanchao explained to his father.
"You almost didn't make it to the quarterfinals? Is Chinese football so weak?" Li Shangjun stared at his son.
Li Yuanchao shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's not that weak. We were able to reach the 2002 World Cup. We are among the best in Asia. It's just that there was an accident and a few main players were absent."
"If there is an accident, we won't be able to advance to the quarterfinals." Li Shangjun nodded to show that he understood.
Li Yuanchao smacked his lips and had nothing to say.