The rest of the game really didn't go into garbage time, the Mexicans were obviously showing their personal skills, and the Chinese team's defense was not very good, but the counterattack was also very good, so the last period of play was very exciting, even more exciting than the previous games.

In the 79th minute, Dong Xuesheng's header was ferried to the right side of the penalty area, and Jincheng's volley was blocked by Reyes.

A minute later, the Chinese team launched another cross from the right, and Corona did not dare to carelessly knock the ball out with both fists.

In the 82nd minute, Zhang Lindong observed Corona's position and took a long-range shot, the ball hit the defender and fell, and was directly saved by the opponent's goalkeeper.

In the 85th minute, two Mexican players collided as they grabbed the ball, and Darwin and his teammate Giovanni got into an argument, essentially declaring their game over.

Mexico's offensive finally stepped up at the last moment, but these people didn't have a delicate combination at all, they were only playing alone most of the time, and the Chinese team still didn't have that much difficulty for such an opponent.

It wasn't until the first minute of stoppage time that Ponce's long pass from the left side of the backfield was met by Peralta, who cut in on the right side of the box, and Giovanni burst into the right side of the penalty area and pushed it into the far corner, but the ball was lightly touched by Ai Phantom, who had been following him, and went out of the touchline.

Then Ai Huan cleared the ball again at the back, and then passed the ball to the front again, and Kaneshiro burst into the right side of the penalty area and volleyed wide of the near post from a tight angle.

Mexico launched their final attack in the third minute of stoppage time, when Giovanni's cross from the right was headed high by La Pelta from four yards out, and the referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the game.

"We won! We-won!" Xie Quan jumped up at this moment, he reached out and pulled his suit jacket open, pulled his tie down and threw it high into the air, and then jumped on the table, twisting his waist wildly on the table. But just a few seconds later, he squatted down, the whole person knelt on the table, tears didn't know why they were so surging, he couldn't even say a whole sentence, as long as he had a mouth, he could only make a whining cry, and it was impossible to even want to stop, just whimpering and intermittently saying "We won, we won, we won!"

Zhang Dao was directly half-lying on the chair, his heart kept telling himself that he must maintain his demeanor and his posture, but tears still kept pouring out, and a feeling that he had never experienced suddenly appeared in his mind, making him unwilling to speak or think, just wanting to lie here like this, feeling this precious moment, this moment is not easy to come by, this moment is wonderful.

Li Ming was also teary-eyed, but he turned out to be the calmest of the three, he felt that he should say something, and he had to say something, so he reached out and wiped the tears on his face, and then approached the microphone.

"Audience friends, we won! Chinese football finally won a major championship, I don't know how to describe my mood at this moment, I just feel that I am extremely proud to have been a member of this team, at this moment I can't remember how I came through the darkness of those years, all I can think of is those who once fought side by side with us, but eventually went away, I only think of those old fans and old players who have been in heaven, I think they can finally look at it, it's good to be alive! It's good to be alive to see such a thing! Today belongs to China, belongs to Chinese football, belongs to these boys, and belongs to everyone who has a relationship with Chinese football, thank you, thank you, thank you!" In the end, his voice trembled, and he didn't know what he was talking about, and at this moment he even felt that his soul had been out of his body, as if he was watching himself from above, but all this was so happy and happy.

Most of the fans in the country are not able to go to the scene to watch the game, they all stick to the TV to watch this scene, just now when the whistle sounded, the whole country almost at the same time sounded a cheer, but then it became silent, everyone is silently crying, and even some people have knelt on the ground and let the tears keep falling, at this moment they think of not those figures who have long been gone, it turns out that this moment is so heartbreaking and happy when it really comes? No, there is no such feeling at all, there are just mixed tastes.

The chief had already stood up, his palms were already red, but he still applauded hard unconsciously, every time it was so heavy, he had seen a lot of people, and there were countless people who were worried about Chinese football, and those great men were no longer around, but how much he hoped that those people were still there, and those people could still see this scene.

Several FIFA officials and the British organizing committee around him had already stood up to applaud him, but he could only nod his head again and again at this time, but he really couldn't speak, because at this moment, as an old fan, he also felt that something was pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe, maybe only crying loudly could alleviate this emotion.

The Mexican players have left as fast as they can, and as losers they know they shouldn't stay here anymore, and this is already a winner, so they left as fast as they could.

Uribe had been standing in the players' tunnel waiting for them, hugging each player, and everyone could see the disappointment in his eyes, but not only the disappointment but also an indescribable pride.

"It's over, it's over! But I'm still the initiator of Fantasy, I've brought out a super player, I've led the team to push them into a corner, I've done my best, and then I'm going to start my own way. Thinking of this, Uribe couldn't help but look at Ai Huan's body again, and he suddenly smiled, "Bless you, Chinese boy, you have finally flown up!"

The Chinese players are on the field at this time, but their performances are different, Zhou Tong has taken off his jersey, revealing a body of tendon meat, and then threw the jersey on the stands, he kept screaming, tears are also raging on his face, life is really a big drama, no one knows when the role he plays will reach the peak of life, and now he seems to feel that he is standing at that point, and the surroundings have become much shorter.