"I still remember back then, I hit a flying scorpion and swung its tail, and the ball hung in the corner of the goal, shocking the audience!"

"Looking through my entire career, there's never been a goal more spectacular. www.biquge.info Even if you look for decades of history in the Chinese Super League, there are few that can compare with the excitement of my goal. ”

"I'm incredibly sure it's the most beautiful goal I've ever scored in my life. It is also one of the best goals in the history of the Chinese Super League. It's an own goal though!"

Many years later, Ren Hang, who has long since retired, and his junior players continue to blow the most beautiful goals they have ever scored.

Thinking back to Ren Hang's goal that can be blown for decades, Yan Feng seems to have seen Ren Hang's proud boasting after many years.

Yan Feng shook his head, his mouth opened and opened, but in the end, he wanted to speak and stopped. It was a brilliant goal and he confirms it. But this goal was an own goal.

Can Ren Hang be blamed for scoring this own goal? Ren Hang was conscientious, and it was not what he wanted to score this goal. It's not his responsibility.

"Such a beautiful goal, why is it an own goal?" Yan Feng felt very unwilling. How nice it would have been if it had gone into the South Korean goal?

And Ren Hang, who scored the goal, looked so entangled and complicated with the incredulity and surprise on his face.

Yan Feng wanted to go over to comfort Ren Hang, but the Chinese team was indeed lagging behind, which made him very depressed. That kind of depression and helplessness made him lose his mood.

However, the captain Zheng Zhi was the first to recover from the shock, he walked over and patted Ren Hang's shoulder, and comforted softly: "I don't blame you for this ball, it's just an accident." ”

"I~" Ren Hang felt guilty and helpless.

"It's fine. Football is like that, nothing happens as a surprise. It's already like this, just pack up and kick it well. Zheng Zhi continued to comfort.

"That's right. It's not your fault. Next, just pull it back. Yan Feng also collected his mood and walked over and said. Even when the last sentence came out, he didn't know the bottom of his heart.

"Hmm. Ren Hang nodded in response. It's just that the face is still helpless.

"By the way, you scored this goal so beautifully!" Seeing Ren Hang's expression relaxed, Yan Feng joked.

"I~this!" Ren Hang thought back, although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't deny that the goal was really beautiful. Even if he is asked to do it a thousand more times, it is impossible to score again.

"This ball is enough for you to blow for a lifetime. It's an own goal, but at least it shows that we can still score. Yan Feng said. When he said this, Ren Hang didn't know how to answer, and his face was quite embarrassed.

"Relax. Don't take it personally. Yan Feng saw that the other party was a little embarrassed, and knew that his joke seemed to be too big, so he patted Ren Hang and walked away.

"Hey! I just said it lightly. But with the ability of those people to seize the opportunity, it is really not easy to score a goal against the opponent!" Yan Feng, who turned around and walked towards his position, immediately felt relaxed on his face.

He felt a heavy pressure. Although I know that the strength of the Chinese team is the weakest in the top 12, it is almost a fool's dream to hit the World Cup and qualify. But he still couldn't help but fantasize. If you can win against South Korea in this game and win against Iran in the next game, then the points will reach 10 points. At that time, you can fight for the third place in the group to play in the play-offs, and if you go further, it is not impossible to qualify for the second place in the group.

But now the Chinese team is behind by one goal, and it is still that kind of unlucky situation. This made Yan Feng feel that the chance of his fantasy coming true was too slim.

"Don't despair! There's no way back, so let's fight. Maybe there will be a miracle!" For the distant World Cup dream in his heart, Yan Feng cheered himself up in his heart.

At this time, Yan Feng noticed that Sun Xingmin, who was celebrating with his teammates, happened to walk by with a smile. And after Sun Xingmin saw Yan Feng's gaze, the smile on his face became even bigger, and he held up a finger and said in broken Chinese: "It's just the beginning, the first one." ”

After speaking, Sun Xingmin turned his head and left. Looking at the other party's arrogant appearance, Yan Feng's eyes turned cold.

Prepare for a restart. Although the players of the Chinese team were still depressed on their faces, they knew that there was no way back, but their eyes became firm. Before, I was thinking about defending and counterattacking, but now I can only attack with one heart.

Sure enough, as soon as he passed the ball to Zheng Zhi in the rear, Wu Lei and other frontcourt players rushed forward in an uproar, and even the back line was lifted forward by more than ten meters.

In this attack, the Chinese team attacked very strongly. However, the striker player's ability to grasp it was too poor, and an indiscriminate shot ended the offensive.

In turn, the South Korean team tried to do the same with the last attack. And this time, the Chinese team launched a rush in the front court, and Yan Feng and others in the back also joined the pressing at the same time, making the South Korean team's rapid attack unable to perform. Under the strong pressure of the Chinese team, the South Korean team completed an offensive, but there was not much threat.

The Chinese team attacked again, and the attacking players wasted the opportunity again.

The South Korean team attacked, and the Chinese team once again forced the strong country, and this time successfully defended it.

The Chinese team counterattacked, quickly passed through the midfield, the ball king stopped the ball again and made a mistake, Xiao Zhang Yuning picked up the leak, but unfortunately he did not score.

After several attacks in a row, although the Chinese team wasted opportunities, it still brought a lot of pressure to the South Korean team's defense. In addition, the leading South Korean team became a little defensive, so gradually, the situation was suppressed by the Chinese team.

For a time, the momentum of the Chinese team was great, and it looked like it was besieging the South Korean team. And it's really a siege, but the offense is only flowering and fruitless under the defense of the South Korean team.

In the excitement of the game, time flies. Before the Chinese team felt like they were having fun, the first half was over. The Chinese team could only leave the field and enter the locker room with regret.

"The Chinese team is not without a chance. It's just that the ability to grasp in front of the door is a little worse. ”

"If the king of martial arts can kick a little more, maybe he has already scored. ”

"I hope in the second half, the national football strikers can take their chances. ”

"In the last round, there was not enough time. There is still half time left today, and this time we will definitely be able to beat the Korean team!"

The strength of the Chinese team at the end of the first half seemed to give fans hope. Thinking back to the last meeting between the two teams, the fans began to become optimistic.

It didn't take long for both teams to return to the court. After the Chinese team came out of the locker room, it seemed that they were more confident than before. It seems that the national football team probably also remembered the last time that the most important stage of the attack made South Korea unbearable.

"Is it that easy?" Yan Feng thought to himself as he looked at the optimistic and relaxed expressions of his teammates. If the martial arts king has half the strength of the plum ball king or the polo king, no, even if it is one-third of the strength, Yan Feng will be optimistic. But in reality, Yan Feng really has no confidence in his teammates.

At the restart of the second half, the Chinese team was full of momentum and immediately launched wave after wave of onslaught. However, the strength of the South Korean team is there, and their tenacious defense has made the Chinese team useless. And several counter-attacks almost hit the ball in. After Yan Feng's timely pinching attack, Sun Xingmin did not succeed.

After doing so a few times, the Chinese team's offensive had to slow down, and the back line was forced to retreat somewhat.

Seeing this situation, Sun Xingmin, who was not far from Yan Feng, actually raised his chin proudly at Yan Feng. It's like saying, see, you can't do it anymore. Next, will you be able to withstand our attack?

Yan Feng gritted his teeth, feeling depressed in his heart.

The Chinese team did not dare to press too much, but the offensive still had to be insisted on. Zheng Zhi attacked again. But this time, it is estimated that the Korean team was a little careless. It is also possible that the heavens are beginning to pity the king of martial arts. After countless soft feet and lying on the grass, he took the ball again and fell to the ground in the confrontation, but this time the referee's whistle blew.

The hard work of the king paid off as he made a well-placed free-kick opportunity with a lying grass.

Originally, he wanted to come by himself, but before and after Hao Junmin, he hesitated for a while before letting it out.

Originally, seeing the king of martial arts standing in front of the ball, Yan Feng was quite puzzled, he was soft in his feet, and he could still kick a free kick? Fortunately, in the end, Hao Junmin came to penalize. That made him look forward to the free-kick. "Come on, you must enter this time!"

And Hao Junmin really did not disappoint Yan Feng, his free kick level has always been very high. This time, he didn't lose his level. The ball arced in a beautiful arc, around the wall and into the far corner of the goal.

"Yay! It's in!" Yan Feng excitedly rushed over and hugged Hao Junmin, so that the latter, who wanted to run wildly, couldn't run.

"Ahh We're tied!"

The whole stadium became a sea of joy cheered by the Chinese.

After celebrating fiercely, Yan Feng's face still maintained a red tide of excitement. That's when he started to have confidence in this game and the top 12 in the future.

"It seems that God does not abandon us. Looking at the confidence and excitement on the faces of his teammates, Yan Feng felt very happy.

But the reality is often easy to be happy and sad, and Yan Feng didn't have time to be happy for a few more minutes. In a seemingly non-dangerous bottom attack of the South Korean team, the Chinese team was actually breached.

Li Qinglong's low cross, which was not of very good quality, was smashed into the goal by Shi Xianjun, who was outflanked in the middle, from the top of Ren Hang's head.

Conceding the ball so quickly? This low-quality cross was blocked by the only opponent in the middle who outflanked the goal? It's so hard for us to score a goal, and it's so fast to concede one?

Yan Feng stared blankly at the ball in the goal. He couldn't believe that it was scored by South Korea.

But this is the reality, whether Yan Feng accepts it or not, whether he believes it or not. The South Korean team is ahead of the Chinese team again. After watching the opponent celebrate in silence, he returned to his position in silence and prepared to play again.

Conceding the goal so quickly was a really big blow to the Chinese team. So much so that after the restart, many people were still stunned. and was easily tackled by the Korean team.

"I'll copy it!" Seeing this scene, Yan Feng was almost so angry that he vomited blood. I almost didn't call out my pig teammates.

Yan Feng desperately went over to see Ji Chengyong first, and then went over to help Zhang 5 withstand Sun Xingmin's impact.

Yan Feng's efforts can be blocked once, but he can't be stopped again and again. Yan Feng's efforts could withstand the attack of one side, but he couldn't help the other side. A few minutes after conceding the goal, the Chinese team finally conceded another goal. This time, it was Li Qinglong who scored with a long-range shot from the inside cut.

A beautiful world wave.

"It's been scored again, two goals behind!" Yan Feng's heart has sunk to the bottom. At this time, he didn't dare to say that he had a draw, and if he could not concede any more goals, he would be satisfied.

conceded the goal again, 3:1, this score directly made the Chinese team collapse.

This time Lippi was completely anxious, he could no longer maintain the demeanor of a famous coach, and came to the sidelines and shouted loudly to command the players on the field. And Li Tie was even more anxiously yelling and waving his hands next to him, and he was even about to jump up.

Under the command of the coaching staff, the Chinese team after the restart of the game took up the most respect and spirit and launched a desperate attack on the South Korean team.

This is the home of the Chinese team, and they cannot tolerate a heavy defeat. They are invincible, they need to fight for respect, they need to fight hard.

But no matter how hard the Chinese team is, the South Korean team, which has already won the roll, has played more patiently. If they don't have a good chance, they'd rather mess with their feet at the back than attack.

And the Chinese team, which was eager to attack, did its best to fight for it, and there was no other way. The Chinese team is really desperate, and the desperate efforts have also achieved some results, and they have grabbed several opportunities. But every attack, under the confident and fierce defense of the opponent, they all came home.

The Chinese team is playing more and more anxiously, and even Yan Feng has begun to keep pressing. But he stepped forward and didn't get much of a chance. However, Wu Qiuwang had a few threatening shots. Even if the strong martial arts king is under the attack of the two, he has to grit his teeth to complete the goal.

As time went on, the Chinese team began to have fitness problems. The martial arts king began to be unable to even run, Xiao Zhang Yuning was also exhausted in the confrontation again and again, and Zheng Zhi's scheduling began to fail. All this made Yan Feng so anxious that he was about to become an ant on a hot pot.

"Could it be that we can only admit defeat?" Looking at his teammates who were very tired and couldn't run, Yan Feng couldn't see hope.

Turning his head, he saw the smug expressions and gazes of the Korean players, especially Son Heung-min's contemptuous smile. Yan Feng was very unwilling for a while. "No, I'm not going to throw in the towel. Even if everyone else gives up, I'm going to fight to the end!"

Although he had already decided to fight, Yan Feng still felt that he was the only one who was insisting, and he was very lonely and helpless. How he wished that at this time, there would be a teammate who was also scrappy by his side.

Yan Feng subconsciously looked at the sidelines, looking at Lin Fan, who was sitting in the submerged seat. From Lin Fan's gaze, Yan Feng saw the desire for the game.

Yan Feng left from the diving degree, came to the sidelines, and came to Gao Lin and Yu Hai, who were about to dive and change to the field. They are going to replace Wuqiu Wang and Xiao Zhang Yuning. The Chinese team still has one substitution.

When they completed the substitution, Yan Feng saw Lippi frowning and thinking for a while, and then turned his head and asked Li Tie to ask Zhang Xizhe to warm up.

"Let the manager go?" Yan Feng felt a wave of disappointment in his heart for no reason.

He didn't look down on Zhang Xizhe. However, although the latter's skills are very good, its thin body and not too fast speed are difficult to play under the strong confrontation of the Korean team. And in the current situation of falling behind, his role on the field will not be greater than that of Hao Junmin.

If Zheng Zhi is replaced, Yan Feng also does not think that he can support the midfield of the Chinese team. What's more, what the Chinese team needs most now is someone who can create a miracle of scoring. And such a person must be a person with strong fighting spirit and creativity. With such a person, Yan Feng felt that only Lin Fan among his teammates currently had this potential.

"If you can let Lin Fan go up, maybe there will be a miracle. Yan Feng remembered that when the two of them were in the Shenzhen team, they often created a miracle of reversal in the backwardness.

"Let Lin Fan go. But the coach is now ready to send a manager. Am I going to tell the coach to let Lin Fan go. Then I won't be a ball bully?" the more Yan Feng thought about it, the more unreliable he felt. It's better to forget about the ball boss. But he was really unwilling.

The game continues. Gao Lin and Yu Hai, who are newly replaced, are working very hard, and then they are not together!

A few minutes later, when the ball went out of bounds and the game was dead, Yan Feng saw that Zhang Xizhe was almost warmed up, and he finally became anxious. Changing to a player of the same type as Hao Junmin, judging from the current situation, there will definitely be no miracles.

"The ball is the ball master. For the respect of the Chinese team, why not be a ball bully?" Yan Feng gritted his teeth and thought, he had already decided to let go. For the last hope of a miracle, even if it will cost him a lot, he doesn't care.

"Brother Tie. Yan Feng hurried to the sidelines and stopped Li Tie.

"Xiao Fengzi, what's wrong?" Li Tie, who was preparing for the replacement, turned his head and looked at Yan Feng suspiciously.

"Brother Tie. I have a proposal, I want Lin Fan to play. Yan Feng took a deep breath and said.

"What? Let Lin Fan play?" Li Tie was very surprised. "But Lippi said that he let Xi Zhe play. ”

"Brother Tie. Listen to me, now we need miracles. Geniuses are needed, talented people are needed. I think only Lin Fan is possible. Yan Feng said.

"Lin Fan? Li Tie shook his head.

"Brother Tie. Please believe me, I know Lin Fan best. Only He has the possibility for us to work miracles. Yan Feng said firmly.

"Xiao Fengzi, you are interfering with the coach's decision-making. Do you want to challenge Lippi's authority?" Li Tie's face turned cold and stared at Yan Feng.

"I'm just for the Chinese team. For our respect. I stuck to my ideas. Trust me, Brother Tie. Yan Feng and Li Tie looked at each other, their eyes extremely firm.

In Yan Feng's clear and resolute eyes, Li Tie saw that there was only fighting spirit, and there was nothing else complicated. He sighed: "You think clearly, as long as I talk to Lippi." This matter, whether it succeeds or not, will bring you endless trouble in the future. ”

"I only care about the team!" Yan Feng still looked firm.

"Let's go to the game. They're going to start. I'll try. After speaking, Li Tie turned around and walked to Lippi's side.

Yan Feng turned around and ran back to his position. When he said it before, he was very firm in his heart. But at this time, he began to feel apprehensive. If it doesn't happen, it is likely to be held down by Lippi as an unstable member of the team in the future.

"Hopefully, Lippicen will let Lin Fan come up. Although he was a little apprehensive in his heart, he would not regret what he had just done.