After Mo Yang passed Ji Chengyong, he did not dribble forward, but suddenly took off his feet and passed the ball diagonally to the left, looking for Wu Lei.
Although Wu Lei's shooting is hellish, his movement is really magical.
Almost the moment Mo Yang took off, he sensitively discovered Mo Yang's intention.
Wu Lei, who was between Hong Zhengzheng and Li Rong, successfully countered offside in an instant.
Mo Yang's pass was as high-quality as ever, but Quan Chuntai was so uncomfortable that he didn't dare to leave the goal and attack.
He could only watch Wu Lei calmly catch the ball and then drive straight towards him with the ball.
In the commentary box, He Wei and Xu Yang had already stood up collectively.
In the LeTV live broadcast room, Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu couldn't help but lean forward and stare at the live broadcast in front of them, their eyes widened.
At this moment, everyone paying attention to this game is praying, hoping that the goal will come.
"here we go again!"
"Seize the opportunity! Wu Lei!!!"
"Mo Yang's pass was very accurate and Wu Lei received it very comfortably!"
"Entering the restricted area!!!"
In front of the Korean team's goal, facing the slowly moving Quan Chuntai, Wu Lei hesitated unnecessarily. He thought of the single shot just now.
What if I still can’t ejaculate?
At this moment, Wu Lei committed a taboo as a striker and thought too much!
In a daze, he kicked up his foot and kicked the ball out.
"Wu Lei hits the door!!"
"oops!!!!"
Seeing the ball hit Quan Chuntai's left shoulder and bounce to the other side of the penalty area, Wu Lei's whole body seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his knees weakened and he fell to the lawn.
The moment Wu Lei fell to the ground, a red figure entered the penalty area from the left rib.
"There's still a chance!"
"It's Mo Yang! It's Mo Yang!!"
A sudden turn of events!
Seeing Mo Yang rushing towards the rolling ball, everyone's dead hearts suddenly regained their vitality and new hope burst out.
On the court, Mo Yang, who entered the penalty area, came to the ball and immediately raised his right foot high.
After seeing Zhang Xianxiu behind Mo Yang, he immediately fell to the ground and slid to block the ball.
But in an instant he was dumbfounded!
After he fell to the ground, he saw Mo Yang's right foot raised high and quickly lowered. He didn't shoot at all, but faked the shot and stopped it.
Mo Yang, who raised one corner of his mouth, watched Zhang Xianxiu slide by, then calmly pushed the ball to the left with his right foot and turned to face the goal.
Mo Yang's action fully demonstrated what it means to "I predict your prediction!", which made the fans at the scene scream in excitement.
Watching Mo Yang compete on TV and watching it live are completely different experiences. This elegant and elegant movement, combined with the atmosphere of the scene, is really exciting and makes people feel their blood pumping.
At this time, Quan Soontai had already gotten up, and in a panic, he began to block the angle of the shot.
Facing Quan Chuntai, Mo Yang shot into the far corner of the goal without hesitation.
Watching the ball go in from the upper right corner of the goal, Mo Yang stood there with a faint smile on his face, slowly raising his right hand and pointing to the sky.
But within three seconds of Moyang pretending, he was knocked down by team leader Zheng Zhi, and then a group of people piled on him one after another, crushing him so hard that he almost spit out his first mouthful of milk.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"
A second later, the scene suddenly erupted with an unprecedented loud noise.
The terrifying wave of cheers was like a storm in the desert, sweeping in all directions and making everything in the stadium tremble violently.
"The ball went in!"
"The ball goes in...!!!"
In the commentary box, the four of them, Duan Xuan and Duan Xuan, screamed and hugged each other repeatedly. Veins appeared on everyone's neck and forehead, as if they were crazy.
What a goal at this time means is self-evident.
"Must win!"
"Must win!"
"Must win!"
"Must win!"
"..."
At this moment, every Chinese fan at the scene was cheering and venting their excitement.
Some fans were so happy that they burst into tears with joy.
In the coaching area, everyone rushed out and hugged each other to celebrate.
Lippi seemed a little calm, but his trembling lips betrayed his inner unrest.
At the same time, countless bars in the country suddenly erupted into loud cheers at the moment the goal was scored, attracting the attention of passers-by.
In Huayuan Town, Moyang's hometown in Sichuan, there is a large courtyard surrounded by a wall half a person high.
At this time, the Mobai family and countless relatives and friends in the town gathered together.
After seeing Mo Yang score on the TV in the yard, everyone immediately opened their mouths and cheered.
The topless Bai Weidong laughed wildly. He picked up a bottle of beer on the table and touched it with Mo Xiangdong. He drank it until every drop was left, just like a bandit leader.
The four elderly people closest to the big TV in the yard all looked pleased at this moment. They never thought that their two grandsons would one day win glory for the country.
Only Mo Yang's sister, Mo Weiyang, was sitting in the corner playing with dolls.
After hearing the cheers from everyone, he looked up and looked around. His chubby little face was full of confusion.
"Hmph! It's not as good as Bears! The world of adults is so strange!"
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"The game is over! We won this game! Mo Yang also scored his first goal for the national team!"
"Mo Yang's goal not only gave us a precious three points, but also broke our 39-year history of not defeating the Korean team in an official international competition! This is a day worth remembering!"
"Mo Yang told everyone with this goal that we have no so-called Korean phobia!"
In the LeTV live broadcast room, Zhan Jun's passionate explanation continued, and Zhang Lu on the side smiled happily.
…
"how's it going?"
"Is the Yang injury serious?"
In the locker room, everyone gathered around Mo Yang and watched the team doctor examine Mo Yang's right thigh.
After the team doctor checked, he frowned and said: "The muscle strain is not serious, but Mo Yang can't play anymore, otherwise it may aggravate the muscle strain."
Upon hearing this conclusion, everyone in the locker room suddenly felt their hearts sinking.
Especially Zheng Zhi and others, this conclusion is very heavy for them.
Although he and Mo Yang only played two games and practiced together a few times.
But every team member knows how powerful Mo Yang is.
The most obvious feeling is that they are no longer confused during the game!
Because Mo Yang would point the way to them with passes again and again, making them feel at ease.
Now Mo Yang's existence is like a sea-fixing needle on the court. With Mo Yang here, they have no fear of any opponent.
Lippi was also sullen. This is going to be difficult. In five days, they will go to Iran's Azadi Stadium to fight Iran, which ranks first in Group A.
Klopp, who was far away in Liverpool at the time, immediately drove to the Melwood office after watching the Chinese team's game.
After a while, Pete came over.
"Jurgen, what's going on?" Peter was sweating profusely and suddenly received a call from Klopp, who came running over.
"Immediately, contact me immediately, Li, the manager of the Chinese national team, I want to know about Yang's injury!" Klopp said in a commanding tone.
"Watt?" Peter's eyes widened, and what he feared most happened.
"Damn! Damn FIFA virus!" Pete cursed and turned around and trotted away.
Klopp now just hopes that Mo Yang's injury will not be too serious, otherwise he will be in trouble.
Liverpool are now two points behind Chelsea. If they lose another game, they will completely miss the Premier League championship.
The reason why Klopp watched the Chinese team's game was not because he was interested in the game, but because he was afraid that Mo Yang would get injured.
After the game, he was just relieved when he saw that Mo Yang was walking unnaturally. He immediately understood that this kid was injured again.
