Chapter 256 Argentina, Wait!
"Hao Junmin!"
"Hao Junmin!"
"He completed a sideways hook shot from the corner of the small penalty area, and the Brazilian goalkeeper had no reaction at all!"
"2:1!"
"105th minute!"
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The referee's timing was really accurate and he didn't give the Brazilian players another chance to watch the ball, ending the first half of overtime.
The Brazilian players could only carry the pain into the second half.
"What did I say, 18-year-old Hao Junmin! Haha, hahaha, hahahaha!"
"It's amazing. This national youth team is unprecedented!"
"I want to cry……"
Huang Jianxiang felt his nose was sore and really wanted to cry.
But he held his breath and raised his head again.
Now is not the time to cry happily. The game is not over yet. He needs to continue to explain the game in front of the whole country.
"There are 15 minutes left. Boys, you must persevere! People across the country are supporting you at this moment!"
"come on!"
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"Woooo..." The Brazilian fans in the audience were speechless.
The guy who made a bet with the Chinese fans before was slowly moving back while everyone was not paying attention, and gradually disappeared into the crowd...
He didn't want to eat up the seats after the Brazilian team lost the game.
"This can't be the case. The Brazilian team can definitely equalize the score in the first half of overtime."
"There's absolutely no way we're going to lose this game."
The live camera lens switched to the VIP seats, where a large number of celebrities, gentlemen, and football stars were watching the game.
Dutch football star Cruyff, Brazilian football star Romario, Chinese football star... and Gao Feng, the Chinese promotion ambassador for the World Youth Championship.
Gao Feng's fists were clenched tightly. The moment Hao Junmin scored, he almost shouted out his throat.
Although there are many stars around him, no one criticizes him alone. Maybe the star sitting here is the only one who is unknown. He is only a Chinese star, not a world star...
But Hao Junmin's goal made everyone know him.
It turns out that he is a famous figure in Chinese football...
"Fuck you!"
When he sees something exciting, he will also say a few swear words. He is so straightforward. Foreigners can’t understand Chinese anyway…
"Stupid Brazilian team, why don't you die this time?" He was no different from ordinary fans.
The head coaches of both sides are constantly explaining the players who are ready to play on the sidelines. Krauchen must only care about the team's defense, while the coach of the Brazilian National Youth Team must only think about offense.
In the 106th minute, the Brazilian army pressed forward and tried to reach the Chinese team's penalty area through the middle, but Feng Xiaoting's precise interception destroyed their attack.
In the 107th minute, the Brazilian forward broke into the penalty area. Feng Xiaoting fell directly to the turf without touching him. Then the Brazilian immediately surrounded the referee and asked for a penalty kick.
No, no, no, the referee's index finger kept shaking in front of them, telling the Brazilians.
"This is not a penalty!"
"This is not a penalty!"
Then, Brazilian forward Sobis received a yellow card.
In the 108th minute, midfielder Huang Bowen made a successful tackle and sent a ball straight to Gao Lin in the frontcourt. Gao Lin spiked the ball and took the ball laterally. He kicked the ball from outside the penalty area and hit the goal. The ball flew away. Brazil counterattacked quickly with a long pass over the top.
Zhao Ming made a rare overhead kick in the backcourt and won applause from the audience.
Chapter 109…
"Oh no, I can't stand it any longer. Look, I went into the room to do a handjob. I'm under too much mental pressure..."
"I turned off the TV..."
Many Chinese fans couldn't bear it anymore and left the TV sets one after another. The competition puts too much pressure on them. Anyone with heart disease would probably explode and die.
But more Chinese fans still stick to the TV.
"Only five minutes left!"
"But the time is still so long!"
Dong Fangzhuo has retreated to midfield.
At this time, everyone is a soldier. Withstand the Brazilian team's attack and win the final victory. This is the only goal.
Gao Lin was at the front, and Dong Fangzhuo formed the Chinese team's first line of defense behind him.
As long as the Brazilian gets the ball in the backcourt, he can see Dong Fangzhuo running past. Although he was so far away from scoring in this game, he has contributed everything.
From center to left, from left to center, from center to right, he is everywhere.
Then, rush from the frontcourt back to the backcourt, then rush from the backcourt back to the frontcourt...
"Zhou Haibin makes a big rescue!"
"Hao Junmin knocked down his opponent, yellow card!"
"Feng Xiaoting hit the ball! Zhao Ming followed up and made a big-footed clearance!"
"Oops, Zheng Tao was passed. Zhao Ming fell to the ground to tackle, and he eliminated the danger in time!"
"Zeng Cheng pounced on the ball!"
The Chinese team's midfielder and backfield constantly moved the ball forward to clear the ball.
"Two minutes left!" Huang Jianxiang's voice became hoarse. The game was not over yet, and his voice was about to break.
"Ah, foul!"
"The Brazilian took a set kick at the top of the penalty area."
"Hold on! Don't let the Brazilian kick this ball in."
The human wall of seven people only blocked two-thirds of the space, leaving one-third. This was a test for Zeng Cheng.
Zeng Cheng's face was covered with sweat, and he kept directing his teammates to form a wall. His heart was beating rapidly.
"calm!"
"Focus!"
"Pounce out!"
He kept chanting in his mind, talking to himself.
This is what the goalkeeper coach always kept telling him in his ear when training him.
At this time, he was repeating it.
Standing in front of the ball is Brazilian player Felipe, the Brazilian defender who was replaced at the last moment.
This guy who will grow into a great star is now just a substitute for the Brazilian team, but he took the initiative to take this free kick.
You know, this is almost the last chance for the Brazilian team to shoot.
Hoo, ho, ho, Felipe took a deep breath and stared at the goal behind the wall.
He slowly accelerated and took a running start,
Lean your body,
Shoot!
The ball shot from the inside instep of his left foot quickly circled the wall.
"Saw it!"
Zeng Cheng flew forward.
Go all out!
"ah!"
In the air, he felt his whole body burning.
squeak
The fingertips of my left hand touched.
He heard clearly...
duang
Just a slight change,
The ball concentrated on the outside of the goal post and flew out of the baseline!
"call!"
"It's so dangerous!"
"Felipe's penalty kick was of such high quality, Zeng Cheng has made a great contribution!"
In the stands, Brazilian star Roma had covered his face with his hands.
The goddess of victory is far away from Brazil.
Brazil only has one last chance for a corner kick...
The Brazilian fans had already stood up, and all eyes were focused on Felipe, who took the corner flag.
Felipe took several deep breaths again.
Finally, I took the courageous step.
call
The ball roared towards the Chinese team's penalty area.
Dong Fangzhuo jumped up high.
Boom
A powerful header to clear the ball, the ball went in an uninhabited direction.
After landing, Dong Fangzhuo roared towards the ball and no one could catch it.
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"Promoted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Brazil, goodbye!"
"Argentina, here we come."
Half an hour ago, Argentina had captured Spain...