green mercenary

Chapter 539 Forge ahead
Everyone at the scene had no time to look at the "3" digital display board held high by the fourth official on the sidelines, and all focused their attention on Qu Bo who ran from behind Frings and successfully reversed offside.

Qu Bo, who had just played, showed his wind-like speed again, catching up with the ball passed by Bai Xiaotian in three steps instead of two, and took it towards Kahn alone.

"Qu Bo!"

"Single-handed!" Huang Jianxiang's surprised voice was trembling.

At this time, Kahn was like a lion coming out of the slaughterhouse, with a ferocious face, opened his arms and abandoned the door.

This is the unique arrogance of the world's number one goalkeeper, and it is the arrogance that can make 90.00% of the world's top five strikers timid before fighting.

At this moment, Kahn stared fiercely at Qu Bo, a newcomer to the World Cup, like a veteran who had stepped out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Feeling that he was stared at by a peerless beast in an instant, Qu Bo's soles softened, and the ball he slammed was a bit too big.

Kahn's eyes lit up, and he immediately speeded up and ran towards the ball.

"Not good!" Qu Bo secretly said.

Such a good opportunity may be the best opportunity I have encountered in the World Cup.Of course, it may be the last chance for the Chinese team.

At this moment, how could I make the mistake of throwing the ball too far?

Qu Bo gritted his teeth and tried his best to chase the ball.

Seeing Kahn "opening his teeth and claws", Qu Bo only felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the ball.

"Is it not possible? Is it still not possible? Could it be that this is the end?" At this moment, Qu Bo was filled with despair.

"Come forward! Charge forward! Charge forward! Charge forward!" Suddenly, neat shouts erupted from the stands.

The shouts of more than 1 Chinese fans with all their strength turned into an unrivaled energy that soared into the sky at this moment.

At the same time, it also rushed into the deepest part of Qu Bo's heart.

Qu Bo's eyes lit up when he heard the voice of thousands of people shouting in unison, and his body seemed to be injected with a new force.

The running legs suddenly accelerated the swing frequency again, and in an instant, the distance between them and the ball was shortened again.

"How is it possible? How can he still accelerate? Is it my eyesight?" At this moment, three questions lingered in Lion King Kahn's mind.

"Qu Bo hit the door!" Huang Jianxiang roared.

At the last moment, Qu Bo also shot himself like a sharp arrow, using the tip of his right foot to take a step ahead of Kahn, and touched the ball.

In the slow-motion replay, Kahn's open arms did not respond at all, only the eyes of the Lion King slid past the ball in front of him.

When the ball passed Kahn's shoulder, all that was left was an empty gate.

The hasty shot was not fast, the ball fell to the ground quickly, and then continued to bounce towards the German goal.

At this moment, all the German fans raised their hearts to their throats and looked at Frings, who was chasing after Qu Bo and Kahn desperately.

Frings, who was chasing back, exhausted all his breastfeeding strength, and also shot his body out at the last moment, kicking the ball with the toe of his right foot.

With a "bang", the ball was kicked high and flew high, rubbing against the beam and hitting the top net.

When the ball was exhausted by the top net of the German team and fell to the ground helplessly, all the Chinese fans in the audience stood up and burst into unprecedented shouts.

"The ball went in blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!" Huang Jianxiang yelled into the microphone with all his strength.

At this moment, Huang Jianxiang forgot about the internal regulations, bonuses and salaries, criticism and punishment, and dismissal warnings.

"In the 90 minutes of the game, the young player Qu Bo who came off the bench scored a goal to help the Chinese team equalize the score!"

"The Chinese team equalized, the Chinese team equalized! 3 to 3! The Chinese team evened the score at the last minute!"

"Miracle, this is a miracle!"

"This is the most difficult battle of Chinese football in decades! With the unremitting efforts of the national football players, the suspense of the game is once again retained!"

"Friends of the audience, friends of the audience in front of the TV! If you just turned on the TV, then I will broadcast the current score for you again!"

"Now is the quarter-finals of the World Cup. After the German team led by three goals, the Chinese team finally equalized the score in stoppage time with the hard work of the second half! Yes, the two sides are now tied! Three, match, three, tie!!!"

In just 3 minutes, the ratings of the five central TV sets skyrocketed by 1 percentage point. Almost all the people who were watching TV switched to the five central TV sets because of the news that the TV station had temporarily interrupted the broadcast.

At this moment, those who love football and those who don't; those who understand football and those who don't; those who watch football and those who don't, all focus on the score in the center of the screen. Below the Chinese flag and the German flag, two Arabic numerals "3" are impressively reflected in the eyes of the fans.

"My God, Lao Liu, did the Chinese team even the score?" A middle-aged aunt with a rolling pin in one hand and a dumpling wrapper in the other rushed from the kitchen to the living room after hearing the noise.

The Chinese team entered the quarter-finals for the first time in the World Cup. Even if they were defeated and returned to China, it was something worth celebrating.So seeing that the Chinese team seemed to be losing, Lao Liu asked his wife to make some dumplings and celebrate in advance, which can be regarded as a blessing for the national football team.

"It's evened, it's evened, it's evened!" Lao Liu had already bounced off the sofa, pacing back and forth in the living room.

Seeing his wife walking in, Lao Liu immediately hugged her and took a bite.The usual yellow-faced lady, now looks quite charming.

"Let's start, let's open, then, are these dumplings still wrapped?" Mrs. Liu asked.

"Pack! I want it! Of course I want it! Hahahahahaha! The Chinese team equalized the score, of course we have to celebrate!"

"Tsk tsk, really." Lao Liu's wife doesn't watch football and doesn't understand it. After hearing Lao Liu's instructions, she pushed Lao Liu away with the back of her hand, turned her head and went to the kitchen again, and muttered: "Really, celebrate when you lose, and celebrate when you win. It's good now, celebrate even if the tie is tied!"

At this moment, all the Chinese fans in front of the screen fell into ecstasy.The charm that football brings to people is fully displayed.

In the wing-shaped football field, Qu Bo immediately ran towards the bench after scoring a goal.Milu, Shen Xiangfu and other staff also rushed into the field and hugged the players.

Even the most accurate bettors never imagined that the game would turn out like this.

All the Germans froze in place, watching the Chinese players celebrating on the field.

"It's unbelievable! The Chinese team evened at the end?!" Wenger forgot about the untightened zipper, staring straight at the court.

"Who is the kid who scored the goal? Hurry up and send scouts to contact us to see if there is any interest in coming to us!" In the stands, the heads of the major European clubs brightened up.

Goodbye kid can't compete with giants, but this thin forward with fast speed is also a good material, if you work hard, you should be able to get it!

"QUBO? Who is this guy? Did he play when we played against us?" The Brazilian players also gathered around the TV, watching the Chinese player who tied the score, with their mouths wide open.

"If we continue to play like this, we might not meet the German team in the final, but our old opponent, the Chinese team!" Cafu laughed.

"That would be great, then we will play them 4-1!" Carlos also echoed.

"Oh? Still playing 4 to 1?" Rivaldo looked so relaxed, "Do you think if we really meet the current Chinese team in the final, we can easily beat them?"

Ronaldo didn't speak, but looked at Bai Xiaotian in the field, his eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)