Chapter 91: The Chinese team in a hurry

Due to the fear of the Syrian team, Yan Feng decided to focus on defense first when Lippi did not ask for forward pressure. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unlike Yan Feng's caution, most of the Chinese players are full of confidence and do not take the threat of the Syrian team to heart. They both feel that their side is stronger and should be kept at bay, or even washed away the shame of the last meeting with multiple goals.

Such a performance of confidence is mainly reflected in the attack. Every time an attack is launched, the players up front are actively engaged and eager to make a difference. Among them, Wu Lei's enterprising spirit is the strongest.

In the 16th minute of the game, Wu Lei got Zheng Zhi's pass again. He turned to face Saleh, who was defending him, and then began to close in small steps. It's still a feint to seek a breakthrough. But Saleh was still not fooled.

The opponent doesn't eat feints, which doesn't matter to Wu Lei, who is in very good shape today. He cut inside again and relied on speed to get rid of it.

Yu Hai, who played left winger today, had already started to run when Wu Lei got the ball. He was overjoyed when he saw Wu Lei use his speed to get rid of the defense. In Yu Hai's opinion, Wu Lei's escape this time is almost the same as the previous one. Again, he ran out of a good position.

"Wu Lei. After Yu Hai shouted, he was ready to hit the goal directly after receiving the pass.

Come on, I'm going to score! I've already reminded Wu Lei before, and this time he will definitely consider me in a better position. Yu Hai thought expectantly. However, soon, he saw Wu Lei 'bang' and shoot directly from a distance.

This time, Wu Lei's shot did not fly out of the goal again, but it hit a little positively and was confiscated by the goalkeeper.

"Oh, damn it, I didn't get the angle right this time. If it's a little more biased, you may get in. Wu Lei's face was full of chagrin, and he felt very disappointed that he didn't score.

But Wu Lei didn't know, and Yu Hai, who was not far away, was even more disappointed in his heart. Yu Hai was very annoyed, and compared the gap in front of him to Wu Lei with both hands. After waiting for him to find out that Wu Lei was not looking at him at all, he was so angry that he straightened his feet, then shook his head and walked away with an unhappy face.

Syria launched an attack, but under the joint defense of Yan Feng and Zheng Zhi, they failed to complete the shot.

The Chinese team attacked again, still dispatched by Zheng Zhi. This time it was Hao Junmin who planned the attack, and after he saw that Wu Lei in the middle had no chance, he gave the ball to Yu Hai on the side.

Yu Hai went to the bottom, but did not get rid of Alaa Shibri, who was defending him. didn't get rid of it, didn't lose the ball, Yu Hai looked up at his teammates. Soon he spotted Wu Lei, who was actively running, but he didn't pass the ball, but instead passed it back to Hao Junmin, who was close to pick up.

After Yu Hai passed the ball, he suddenly stepped forward. Hao Junmin made a straight kick in understanding.

"Good. Seeing this, Wu Lei was very happy, and then began to run to the middle. In his opinion, he will definitely be able to succeed this time, so if he leans in the middle, he will have a good chance.

Wu Lei moved to the corner of the small penalty area, and then raised his hand in anticipation and prepared to open his mouth to remind Yu Hai to pass the ball. But his hand was only halfway raised, and Yu Hai had already completed the shot by himself.

Because the angle was too small, Yu Hai didn't score this time, and it hit the side netting.

"Brother Hai, did you just see me? You hit the goal directly like this, there is no angle at all, it is very difficult to score goals. If you just passed it back to me, and I came to knock on the door, there was a chance that I would be able to get in. Wu Lei didn't receive Yu Hai's pass, and said with a depressed face.

After Yu Hai glanced up at Wu Lei, he turned his head and walked away silently.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's not good to be so disunited. I said~" Wu Lei was a little dissatisfied when he saw this, he wanted to say something, but Yu Hai quickly walked away.

The game continued, and it was the turn of the Syrian offensive. This time Syria was well organized, and after quickly passing through the midfield, they came with a bottom cross, but fortunately, Feng Xiaoting grabbed the first point.

Yan Feng got the ball from Feng Xiaoting. He looked up and looked ahead, and soon found Sun Ke's location, and he was ready to attack.

So Yan Feng took advantage of the other party's coming over to force the robbery, and saw a place ten meters in front of Sun Ke, and came with a long pass.

"Well, that's good. Hehe. After Yan Feng kicked the ball out, he looked at the flight route and was quite satisfied in his heart.

This time, the quality of Yan Feng's long pass was not bad, although he did not accurately hit that location, but it was only more than one meter off. It's a little farther than I want, but this doesn't have any effect on Sun Ke, who is good at running and has a good impact.

Sun Ke used his speed to catch up with the ball. However, Muayed Ajan, who was guarding him, was not slow and arrived when Sun Ge was in control of the ball.

Without waiting for Muayed to stand firm, Sun Ke approached with the ball, and after a bicycle came out, he quickly cut inside to the middle. As he had a better rhythm, Muayed slowed down and could only desperately move sideways to keep up.

Sun Ke gave Muayed a chance to follow up and fired a long-range shot from the edge of the box. It's a pity that the hit is a little right, and it is blocked by the goalkeeper's hands. Then he was cleared by the defender first.

"Hey, it's a little bit worse. Sun Ke was also a little disappointed.

"Sun Ke, you're a little anxious. The goal rate of long-range shots is worse after all. If you're patient, I'll probably be in a better position. Wu Lei approached Sun Ke and found his opinion to the latter.

"Well, actually, my first shot was also a good choice. It's just a little bit right. I think''''" Sun Ke also has his own opinions.

But just when the offensive players in front were discussing the offense, Yan Feng in the back was a little anxious.

"Quick, back to defense. ”

Yan Feng shouted to his teammates in front of him as he retreated.

After shouting, he turned his head to look at the left side of the road, and shouted loudly again: "Zhipeng, be careful of that No. 13." ”

Without giving Yan Feng a chance to remind his teammates, No. 9 Mawas, who was dribbling the ball, suddenly accelerated and approached him. This made Yan Feng have to focus back on his own defense zone.

Yan Feng slowed down and approached Mawas, trying to slow down his advance. But when he got some distance closer, Mahwass split the ball.

"Zhipeng!" Yan Feng immediately reminded loudly.

The ball was accurately passed by Maswass to the feet of No. 13 Calfa, but fortunately, Jiang Zhipeng finally rushed back, so that Kalefa could not drive straight in. Kalefa tried to get to the bottom, but Jiang Zhipeng, who followed closely, made him helpless to stop.

Kalefa passes back to Maswass in the middle. Yan Feng had been staring at Mawas, and he followed closely when the latter stepped forward. This made it difficult for Mahwasse to get the ball.

But Mahwas, when he was about to receive the ball, suddenly opened his legs and let the ball roll under his crotch. This was beyond Yan Feng's expectations, and he didn't stop the ball in time.

Danger! Yan Feng immediately realized that it was not good. He hurriedly stopped, trying to turn around, but it was too late. Syria's No. 14 Mohammed appeared in front of the ball.

Yan Feng didn't have time to stop it, and after Mohammed got the ball, he began to stride forward. Yan Feng had no choice but to turn around and follow Ma Vas, not giving the latter a chance to respond. Then expect the teammates behind to go up in time to stop Mohammed.

But the defenders in the back were just taken away by the Syrian striker, revealing a big gap in the middle. This gave Mohammed space to shoot.

"Be careful!"