World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 88 Volley on the goal line
"Oh! This is a long shot by the South African team from outside the penalty area!" Huang Jianxiang's voice sounded again in the microphone.

"It's outrageous!"

"The Chinese team launched a quick counterattack!"

"Xu Hong gave the ball to Sun Jihai on the wing."

"Sun Jihai brought the ball all the way up the field."

"A cross at a 45-degree angle!"

"South African goalkeeper Hans Funk gets the ball easily."

"Our cross accuracy needs to be improved."

Since the "leisure" after the opening, although the Chinese team has more defense and less offense, it has not been too disadvantaged on the scene.

On the contrary, Sun Jihai's frequent sprints and crosses on the wing caused a lot of trouble for the South African team.

"This is the first time the Chinese team has played against the South African team."

"Speaking of which, the Chinese team rarely has the chance to play against African teams."

"The last time I played against an African team was the first Dunhill Cup at the beginning of last year."

"In Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, the Chinese team defeated Zimbabwe 3-1 to reach the final of the Dunhill Cup."

"And beat Bosnia and Herzegovina 3-0 in the final."

"This is also the first international championship won by the Chinese team."

"I have to say that our football has progressed quite rapidly in recent years."

Just when Huang Jianxiang unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and took a sip, there was a sudden change on the court.

South Africa suddenly found in the midfield that the Chinese team's left defenders were in a peaceful position and lacked mutual protection.

So a long pass was hoisted to the left front of the Chinese team's penalty area.

Wu Chengying, who was desperately chasing back, focused her head on the ball flying in the air, but in the process of chasing back, she collided with Wei Qun.

McCarthy's fisherman benefited, and after getting the ball, he lightly passed Xu Hong to form a single shot.

Facing the goal of the Chinese team, he pushed and shot through Ou Chuliang's ten fingers.

1:0.

The South African fans couldn't help shouting.

However, after only 3 minutes, the cheers of the South African fans became louder - South Africa took a left corner kick, and the tall Bartlet jumped high in the crowd and headed the ball.

After the ball touched Zhang Yanhua's scalp, it flew past Ou Chuliang's desperately stretched fingertips, and once again entered the goal of the Chinese team.

2:0.

All the players on the field were pale and stood on the grass with a dull expression.

At the side of the court, Chi Shangbin and Jin Zhiyang were also dumbfounded, watching all this in disbelief.

This this this.
Huang Jianxiang was about to cry.

"South Africa scored again!"

"When the Chinese team lost the first ball and hadn't reacted yet!"

"Using a corner kick, the South African team broke through the Chinese team again."

"Just 10 minutes into the game, the South African team rewritten the score to 2-0."

"I hope the Chinese team can wake up from losing the ball as soon as possible."

"We still have time, and it is possible to equalize the score or even overtake."

This is another one?
Wu Chengying turned her head, the bruise on her face from the collision with Wei Qun was still there.

Looking at Xu Hong behind him, her expression showed some doubts.

Xu Hong shook her head, saying that I didn't expect you to miss the top.

But Wu Chengying can only jump so high, it's not up to him whether he misses the top or not.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, this..." Chi Shangbin was in a hurry.

10 minutes ago, I was still dreaming of qualifying;
In 10 minutes, I will become the vice squad leader of the World Cup!

Zeng Zheng did not expect such an unexpected situation.

The first goal was Wu Chengying and Wei Qun's serious defense, which caused both of them to ignore each other, causing the opponent to single-handedly; the second goal was simply the opponent's set-piece tactics.

In the former case, Zeng Zheng couldn't predict it at all, and naturally he would not remind him; for the second ball, it was useless to remind him.

From the stands, there were cheers from South African fans.

In just a few minutes, the [-] Chinese fans at the scene fell silent.

How can they still shout out when they are behind by two goals?

"Is Wu Chengying blind? Can he still collide with his teammates?"

"Wei Qun is also really good. He can't even turn a corner. When he saw his teammate running over, he bumped into him!"

"If you ask me, Coach Zeng shouldn't start with Ou Chuliang, he is too short!"

The stands were filled with complaints from fans.

At this moment, a crisp sound of cheering sounded from the stands of the Chinese team.

"Come on, Chinese team, come on!!!"

The crowd followed the sound.

The little banyan with two red flags on its face was also waving two small flags in its hands, standing in front of the seat and shouting continuously.

Seeing this scene, Lao Rong was both sad and sad.

It seems to have returned to the Golden State a year ago.

"Son, you." A fan couldn't bear to watch, but they didn't know how to speak.

Seeming to have expected what the other party was going to say, Xiaorong puffed out her chest and replied loudly:

"This is not last year's Top Ten."

"We have all come to the World Cup, it is already a victory!"

"The game is not over yet, we haven't scored yet!"

"Why can't I keep shouting cheers?"

Hearing this, the fans reacted.

"Hey, look at my brain! It's not as good as a child!"

The big brother patted his forehead.

Then he stood up and yelled loudly in line with Xiaorong's rhythm.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

Soon, the sound of cheering rang out again, overshadowing the cheers of the South African fans.

At this moment, Issa, the defender who played for Marseille, suddenly sent a long pass in the midfield.

Seeing Bartlett who forcibly used his strength to get rid of Zhang Yanhua, many fans at the scene were darkened.

"Fuck, it's over!"

"Zhang Yanhua fell down!"

Huang Jianxiang's voice was also full of anxiety.

This guy Bartlett is too bumpy.

Keep Zhang Yanhua stuck behind him.

At the moment of catching the ball, he twisted his waist hard, and then swung his two arms, throwing Zhang Yanhua to the ground.

Seeing that Bartlett dribbled the ball to form a single goal, Xu Hong hurried over to defend.

But Bartlett was faster and rushed into the penalty area before Xu Hong blocked it.

Seeing that it was too late for his teammates, Ou Chuliang stepped forward and walked out directly.

The 30-year-old Ou Chuliang is in his prime.

Whether it is speed, sensitivity, or reaction, it is at its peak.

Facing the opponent's one-on-one fight again, Ou Chuliang recalled in his mind what Zeng Zheng said to him that day.

"Ou Ge, if one day I can coach the national team in the World Cup, I will definitely let you start."

I thought it was a joke, but who ever thought it would become a prophecy.

Facing the approaching Bartlett, Ou Chuliang didn't hesitate at all, he opened his arms and rushed towards the ball at the opponent's feet.

This pounce was extremely dangerous, and he didn't leave any room for himself.

Seeing that the next step was about to step on the face of the Chinese goalkeeper, Bartlet grinned, and turned his right foot into a kick, and the ball went directly over Ou Chuliang's head.

At this moment, everyone's eyes followed the arc of the ball, and when it flew to the highest point, they followed its shadow.

Although the ball flew slowly, everyone guessed the result.

Xiaorong gripped the flagpole tightly with both hands, and the nail of her thumb was deeply embedded in her flesh.

The South African fans in the stands had already stood up, even raised their arms, cheering for the impending goal.

Just when the ball was about to fall into the goal again, there was a muffled "bang" on the goal line.

A pair of black sneakers with the studs facing upwards, the taut instep pressed tightly against the surface of the ball.

While preventing it from moving forward, a powerful recoil burst out.

Let the ball that was supposed to fly into the goal suddenly change direction less than one centimeter in front of the goal line and fly to the high altitude behind.

"Wu Chengying!!!" Huang Jianxiang only had time to call out the player's name.

Then, there was another "bang".

Wu Chengying, whose name was "clicked", landed vertically under the force of gravity, and fell hard on the turf with his back.

Seeing Wu Chengying's landing posture, many fans trembled, as if they heard the sound of "click".

"Where's the ball?"

After landing, Wu Chengying quickly got up.

After turning around and seeing Sun Jihai push the ball out of the sideline, he grinned at the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground grinning.

"Team doctor, team doctor!!!" Ou Chuliang shouted loudly.

　Uh, if there are no accidents, it will be on the shelves tomorrow.

　　Duodenal ulcer doesn't sound like a serious disease, but every time it occurs, it will torture me for a long time, and I will wake up with pain when I fall asleep.

　　The gastroscope was also taken, and the medicine was taken, but it was not good, saying that Helicobacter pylori would cause repeated attacks.

　　The most DER is that it is said on the Internet that it is good to eat something when the disease occurs.

　　But my situation is completely opposite. I have to spit out everything in my stomach to feel better.

　　The current situation is that you can only find code words when you are not in pain and not sleepy.

　　I owed one update yesterday, and there are two additional updates with large rewards, which will be released before 12 o'clock tomorrow.

　　As for after the shelves, it is completely cash.

　　Of course, if there are more than 500 songs, I will still work hard to make money to see more expensive Chinese medicine
　　
　
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