This is the second time Cillessen has made such a mistake in this game, the last time a teammate defused the crisis in front of goal, I don't know if someone can help him this time.

The players, coaches, and fans on both sides became nervous all of a sudden, and Cillessen was also a little in a hurry, at this critical moment, he actually let the ball slide out of his hand, and if he was really taken advantage of by the Chinese team to score one, then Cillessen was really guilty.

Chen Zihua was lucky to kick the ball, his original intention was to shoot, but under the interference of Wijnaldum, he did not kick the right part, the kick was a little off, and it happened that the ball was kicked to Xu Zhixin's feet.

Xu Zhixin was very close to the goal, only less than two meters away, he didn't look at the goal, instinctively raised his foot, Cilleson also instinctively save, the ball hit his arm, bounced into the goal.

This ball...... Entered?

An Rong, Zhang Shujie, and Li Mu outside the stadium were crazy; in the stands, the Chinese fans were crazy; on the field, the Chinese players were also about to go crazy, Xu Zhixin almost forgot who he was, and ran to the sidelines to celebrate, and then at this moment, the referee's whistle sounded.

This is definitely not the end of the whistle, Xu Zhixin felt bad, he looked at the sidelines, only to see the linesman holding the small flag in his hand, pointing to the position where Xu Zhixin scored just now.

This...... It's an offside goal!!

The Chinese players were stunned in an instant, and An Rong and the fans outside the stadium were also stunned, such a crucial goal was actually offside!

Liu Jianhong was ready to shout passionately, but before he could say it, he had to change his words: "The referee thinks that Xu Zhixin's goal is offside, let's take a look at the slow-motion defense." ”

At the moment when Chen Zihua kicked the ball, Xu Zhixin's small half of his shoulder exposed all the defenders of the Dutch team in front of him, but the lower half of his body was still behind. Xu Zhixin was unlucky, and the first goal of the World Cup was strangled in the referee's whistle.

There are only twenty seconds left in the time, and the Chinese team will not have a chance at all, An Rong is so angry that he waves his hand and scolds, not scolding someone again, but just venting his emotions. Zhang Shujie and Li Mu have been standing on the sidelines, silent.

Xu Zhixin was very unwilling, he was putting pressure on the referee, he said: "Sir, this ball is not offside, my body is behind their defensive line, I dare to say that the linesman is dazzled, sir, please cancel this penalty, let's go into extra time!"

He was almost pleading, so he almost knelt down for the referee, but the referee was indifferent, and said with a tough attitude: "I don't need you to remind me how to blow the penalty, I am the referee!"

"But Mr. ......" Before Xu Zhixin finished speaking, Chen Zihua grabbed him: "Xiao Xu, forget it, it's useless, the referee will not change the judgment of this kind of ball." ”

"But my ball ......"

"I understand your feelings, and I know what awaits us, but at this time, there is really nothing we can do. ”

Cillessen kicked the ball, the ball flew high into the air and landed in the middle circle, Xu Ziyi pushed it, the ball did not land, and the whistle at the end of the game sounded.

"Toot, beet, ——"

The game was over, the score was fixed at 3:2, the Dutch team successfully advanced to the semi-finals, and China could only stay in the quarter-finals. The first person to be given by the camera is not Zhang Shujie, not Li Mu, not An Rong, but Xu Zhixin.

Xu Zhixin, who is only eighteen years old, looks immature, at the moment when the whistle sounds, his tears almost burst out of his eyes, he blames himself, he blames himself for being offside in this situation, if he can take half a step back, the Chinese team will not celebrate here with the Dutch team now, but will drag the game into extra time.

Many Chinese players were lying on the ground, such as Tang Ling and Huang Yu, both of whom covered their eyes with their arms, and it was obvious from their undulating chests that they were crying. Chen Zihua squatted on the lawn, looking at the Dutch player with red eyes, and Xu Ziyi next to him, his hands on his hips, his eyes staring at nothing.

Zhang Shujie, Li Mu, and Liang Xiran, the three main players who were replaced off the field, stood side by side on the sidelines, Liang Xiran was already in tears, and Zhang Shujie and Li Mu held back these tears and didn't let themselves cry.

Zhang Shujie sniffed, looked up at the sky, and then lowered his gaze. World Cup, the last game of my first World Cup journey, most of the time I was on the sidelines watching everyone play and fight.

Ma Junqiang walked out of front of the door and walked to Yan Tao, who was closest to him, don't look at Yan Tao, who is usually very powerful, at this moment, this fierce man threw himself into Ma Junqiang's arms like a child, crying bitterly.

Liu Jianhong said in a hoarse voice: "The game is over, the result is also clear, the Dutch team defeated the Chinese team, they advanced to the semi-finals, we bless the Dutch team, and feel sorry for the Chinese team!"

Many Chinese fans in the stands shed tears, and Xiong Kui, Yuan Dezheng, Pan Yongcheng and other members of the fan organization association also raised the five-star red flag in their hands and looked at the players on the field. Liu Fang was behind the goal, with his head down, looking at the camera in his hand, or possibly at the grass, no matter what he was looking at, his mood was very low at this time.

An Rong shook hands with Van Gaal, walked to Zhang Shujie, Li Mu and Liang Xiran, and patted the shoulders of the three, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"An Zhi ......" Zhang Shujie opened his mouth, but only said these two words, and then he didn't follow, and looked down at his injured knee.

An Rong knew what he was thinking, and said: "Injuries to players are commonplace, don't blame yourself." ”

Zhang Shujie nodded, An Rong looked at Li Mu and Liang Xiran again, sighed, and turned his head to walk to the field.

He walked up to Ma Junqiang and said, "You guys behaved very well. ”

Ma Junqiang was hugging Yan Tao, and just about to speak, Yan Tao cried and threw himself into An Rong's arms from Ma Junqiang's arms: "An Zhi!!"

He cried a lot, like a kid who made a mistake, but he didn't make a mistake and he played at the top of his game every time.

An Rong patted him on the back and said, "Yan Tao, don't cry, we can wait for another four years." ”

Yan Tao was nodding, but his throat was rolling to indicate that he was still crying. Ma Junqiang also wanted to cry wantonly, but he didn't after all, because he was the captain of the Chinese team, he just rubbed his red eyes and wiped away his tears.

After the players of the Dutch team celebrated, they began to exchange jerseys with the players of the Chinese team one after another, and Robben walked up to Zhang Shujie, took off his No. 11 shirt, and handed it to him.