Football Kung Fu Player

In the last fifteen minutes remaining.

After being encouraged by Qu Bo's goal, all the Chinese players seemed to see new hope.

"Hurry up and pass the ball to me! I also want to try to see if I can get a goal like Qu Bo."

Yan Song smiled and said to his teammates.

"You call it luck, I rely on my own strength, can it be the same?!"

Qu Bo also gradually joined Yan Song, and after hearing Yan Song's joking words, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and said angrily.

"Tch, we don't know you yet."

A group of people collectively smiled and said in unison.

But miracles often only happen once. After the scene where Qu Bo scored a goal, all the Paraguayan players blocked the football penalty area "190" like a solid wall in the last ten minutes. front.

beep!

The halftime whistle blew.

So far... the end of the first half

The locker room of the Celestial Dynasty.

The atmosphere at this moment is particularly lively, especially the topic of Wang Xing's one-stop success just now, which makes everyone discuss it endlessly.

"Captain, you were amazing just now!"

Qu Bo looked at Wang Xing excitedly, and ran up to Wang Xing excitedly, his eyes were full of worship, and said excitedly.

"Yeah, I was still worried about how the captain would defend after he failed, but the captain really did it."

"That is to say, I was also worried."

"As expected of the captain!"

Yan Song and the others gathered around Wang Xing to discuss eagerly.

"Ahem, don't disturb Wang Xing's rest, you guys just stay here obediently.

Seeing all the members of this team gathered beside Wang Xing, Shen Xiangfu couldn't help but scolded and said.

"Hey, aren't we celebrating the captain again? After all, this kind of thing may be an insignificant thing in the captain's eyes." Qu Bo responded with a smile.

"After the match against the opponent, what do you think of the feeling they gave you in the first half?"

At this time, Shen Xiangfu looked at the happy faces of all the staff, shook his head, and asked seriously.

"It's very strong. I feel it's a little bit stronger than our national football team. It should be an upper-level team."

When Qu Bo briefly recalled his fight with Sa Reya, he couldn't help hesitating for a while, and whispered.

"If there is no captain, it might be bad." Yan Song smiled wryly.

"Actually, they still retained a lot of strength this time, presumably because they knew they were no match for the captain, and wanted to win opportunities in other competitions, so even if they lost the selection, they would lose face anyway."

Xu Liang thought about it for a while, and said with a faint embarrassment on his expression.

"Don't worry, as long as the few of us practice more, I believe we will catch up with the captain soon.

Patting Xu Liang on the shoulder, Qu Bo laughed, said what he believed, and said with a smile.

"Then I think the few of us have to train to death, not necessarily." Yan Song then smiled and sighed, and then with a bit of hope, he said seriously: "But now we still have to get the gold medal first, Use the extra time to do the extra things!"

"It's just a matter of time!"

Wang Xing raised his head at this time, with a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes, and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Hey, I trust the captain!"

"I believe too!"

"This is already a fact."

 …

Paraguayan locker room.

At this moment, their atmosphere is not as joyous as that of the Celestial Dynasty team. Instead, it is a depressing atmosphere, occupying the place originally used to relax.

"What are you all doing!"

Willett roared furiously in the locker room.

When Villet roared and reprimanded the players, although the Paraguayan team leader was dissatisfied, he frowned and chose to ignore it. Although he admired the opponent's player named Wang Xing, it didn't mean he would approve this time performance in their team.

"It's simply too bad!" Willett slammed his fist on the table and shouted angrily: "Restrict Wang Xing! Could it be that all of you in the team can't even restrict one Wang Xing?"

"It really disappoints me. I can even imagine what kind of accusations we will receive when we return to China." Willett scratched his short black hair angrily, and said angrily: "You spent a lot of money to stand here. How much painstaking effort has been put into it, and in the end, was it just discarded by a kid from the Celestial Dynasty?"

"Assistant, the other party..."

Facing Willett's anger, Sa Reya seemed to want to argue something, but in the end, she let go of her clenched fist, lowered her head heavily, and fell silent...

And in Willett's almost crazy state now, the other Paraguayan players did not raise their eyebrows, they could only lower their heads without saying a word, because until now, they also know that they have no responsibility at all.

"Trash! You are all trash!!" Willett angrily accused everyone, except himself.

In fact, he originally wanted to use this to criticize the team leader, but even when he was angry, he also understood the truth that a higher level of power suppresses people to death, and this is trying to suppress himself.

"Since this kid runs so fast, don't you guys use some tricks?"

Reining in the anger in his heart at the moment, Willett looked at the players present with a gloomy expression, and said coldly.

"It will be seen, besides, this is the Olympic Games, and the whole world is watching, playing tricks here, because of screen death."

Hearing Willett say such words, Paraguay's team leader couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly shook his head and refused.

"What if it was an accidental violation? Could it be that we can be punished for intentionally hurting someone?" Villet said with a sneer.

"Don't do this kind of trick. If you lose, you will lose. I can still bear it."

At this 0.2 step, the Paraguayan team leader has already firmly stated his negative position, and the eyes looking at Villet have also become sharper.

"Jay Siou, it's your turn to play this time, remember to give me a good performance!" Willett pointed to the substitute player who was sitting on the sidelines, and the player with brown curly hair looked up in surprise. When looking at Willett, he couldn't help but bowed and nodded again and again: "Don't worry, assistant, I will definitely not let you down!"

"What are you?" Paraguay's team leader couldn't help frowning when he saw Willett wanted to make a substitution.

"If an unknown kid violates the rules, it will only affect one talent, right? It won't affect us, let alone the team, right?"

Seeing the doubt in the eyes of the Paraguayan team leader, Willett slowly smiled. .