The afterglow after the climax has not yet dissipated, and there is only the heavy gasping of the men in the live broadcast room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Only Director Zhang, who is over 60 years old, still remains calm, not exhausted by overexcitement like those young commentators.

But the thick green tendons and red veins on his neck that have not yet fully appeared are proving how difficult his emotions are to be in the moment that has just passed.

"People don't obey old ...... No, I can't. ”

Zhang Lu wiped the lens, and then said:

"A few of Qin Goode's actions just now...... I didn't see it at all. ”

"I just saw Qin Gude start with the ball from the 30-meter area of the Chinese team, then somehow break out of the encirclement of the three defenders of the German team, and then hit the goal with an earth-shattering ultra-long shot, and once again captured the city guarded by Neuer!"

His "somehow breaking through" amused the countless viewers in front of the TV, and then these viewers joined him in a strong cry:

"What about replays? We're going to watch it in slow motion! ”

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Tick forward a little bit.

Before he could enjoy the flight of the football, he was knocked out by Hevedes, who was rushing from the right.

Of course, after the shot, the right leg that was originally used as a support was also driven off the ground by inertia, and he had nothing to rely on all over his body, so he could only be knocked away by the defender who was one step late.

He rolled on the turf for nearly five or six meters, and then heard the sound of the radio like fairy music:

"Ding Ding Dong ~~~"

“GOAL！”

"Team China, four; Team Germany, II. ”

"The scorer, the No. 7 of the Chinese team......

"Goode-Qin!"

"Qin Good!"

The audience members from Brazil and China shouted different names, but they blended together without disobedience and played a thunderous song together.

Even the German fans in white, after witnessing the scene just now, even spontaneously stood up with the stands opposite and walked towards the red No. 7 lying on the turf.

In the applause of the sky, Qin Gude slowly stood up.

He slowly opened his arms to the light of the Maracana.

There was no excitement or excitement on his face, and it was as calm as the symbol of the city of Rio de Janeiro, the huge statue of Jesus Christ standing on the edge of a cliff outside the city.

Just calmly looking at everything in the world, without sorrow or joy, like the heavens high above.

It's just a goal, so what's there to be happy about?

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"Let's look at the slow-motion replay ......"

The three commentators, who had ended their orgasmic gasps, were all on the screen.

Then, as Qin Goode's legs changed flexibly, the football kept rolling under his feet, and their snorts invariably became thick again.

"I'm willing to bet that even the best players won't be able to replicate this goal perfectly!"

Duan Yixuan, the only one who also plays football games, declared in an unquestionable tone.

Zhang Bin praised again and again: "I don't know how he managed to change his center of gravity so quickly, and I don't know how he was able to grasp the movements of the defenders so accurately, the only thing I can know is...... This is the genius of a genius superstar! That's enough! ”

Liu Jianhong nodded heavily: "That's right, that's enough!" Qin Goode used a small-scale continuous breakthrough to tear the indestructible three-man defense of the German team to shreds! On this stage, no one can guard against him! Loew! We ask if you're afraid?! ”

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"I'm afraid of death, I'm careful of my liver!"

"Loew! Watch my Qin cannon bombard you to death! ”

"Huh? Shouldn't it be that time is running out for the German team? ”

"Deduction of wages! When you see red, you don't play cards according to the line book! ”

"When have you ever heard of Jianhong being so high-spirited......"

"After commenting on the Chinese team for so many years, I have hardly watched a few good games, and I have held back many grievances in my heart, and I am also bitter to see red......"

"Ma Dan, when I saw these words upstairs, why did I suddenly get sand in my eyes......"

"2333, also 6 has to fly ......"

Those netizens who were ridiculed, joking, crying with joy, or empathizing with empathy have commented on their respective platforms, but CCTV's client does not have this function.

In a distant country, Zhan Tianjun silently wrote a few words on his Weibo and sent them out.

"Variety King Kong Chinese Cannon, Born God General Qin Gude!"

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Qin Gude finally lowered his arms.

He sensed something strange.

Because apart from the cheers of the tsunami from the stands, his teammates did not immediately follow to celebrate with him.

So he turned and looked back.

So his face changed dramatically.

The Chinese players who did not celebrate with him were gathering at the front of the big penalty area, and the gray-haired team doctor was driving into the stadium with a stretcher crew and a small ambulance on the field.

In the crowd, Qin Gude saw a touch of red blood.

"Ah......" Duan Yixuan exclaimed, "Someone in the Chinese team is injured?" Stretchers and ambulances came in......"

"Yes...... Shao Jiayi. Zhang Lu saw the players of his club at a glance, and he said worriedly, "In the header just now, Jiayi and Kramer collided together......

Then they all saw a shocking shade of red.

"The blood doesn't stop flowing!" Liu Jianhong opened his mouth, but only spit out these five words.

From the collision in the air, to the falling ground, to the solo celebration after Qin Gude completed the goal, it was only a dozen seconds, Shao Jiayi's hair and face were already covered with blood, and Castellati commanded the staff to carefully help him in the stretcher, and then carried him into a small ambulance.

The chief team doctor of the Chinese team, Castellatsch, quickly followed the car towards the outside of the field.

Qin Gude stared blankly at the car driving towards him, Shao Jia in the car was angry, although he was treated simply, the blood that was still slowly flowing dyed his angular and handsome face a little hideous.

"Brother Shao......" He only had time to shout, and the car drove in front of him.

In the back seat of the car, a hand slowly raised.

Shao Jiayi gave him a thumbs up.

Qin Goode's snort suddenly became heavy.

His closest comrades-in-arms were not able to fight alongside him until the last moment.

I only left myself a thumbs up.

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The cheers and whistles in the stands soon faded away, and the bright red on the big screen already explained what had just happened.

Those fans could only pay tribute to the hard-working players with a standing and a round of applause.

Then the game resumed.

Lippi made two substitutions at the same time, Gao Feilin and Wu Lei came into play, replacing Shao Jiayi, a forward who left the field with an injury, and Yu Hai, a left midfielder who was physically at the bottom.

"The Chinese team has changed two frontcourt players?" Zhang Bin was a little puzzled, "Now that the game has been going on for 60 minutes, shouldn't we stabilize the defense?" After all, there's a lot of pressure on the defenders. ”

He didn't say it too bluntly, and he didn't understand Lippi's two substitutions at all.

Wu Lei is just a hairy boy, and he didn't have any outstanding performance in the previous games, and his most impressive moment was to waste the shooting opportunities sent by his midfield teammates again and again. The rare final time of the Chinese team, is he used to practice shooting skills?

As for Gao Feilin, he has already proven his strength in countless competitions...... If he can afford to take on a big role, why would Lippi let Qin Goode make a cameo as a striker?!

"Gao Feilin was at the front, Wu Lei was on the left midfielder, and Qin Gude, who had just completed a hat-trick, returned to his most familiar position in the middle......" Liu Jianhong tried to analyze the intentions of the two substitutions, "maybe...... Is Lippi hoping that Gude's retreat will help the team solidify the central defence? ”

Qin Gude stood in the middle, and he had to bear the responsibility that Shao Jiayi had in the first 60 minutes.

He looked at the German players in the other half of the pitch.

Come on!