60. The aura of a sick lion

Park Ji-sung must have been the one most annoyed by the goal. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Gude started to dribble the ball from him, and the Korean captain prepared for a long time to fight the body was useless, and the Chinese king accelerated in front of him little by little, and then bypassed the back waist that pounced, and swung his leg in front of the big penalty area to shoot.

Park Ji-sung has been running for nearly 80 minutes, and his age and fitness are long enough to support him in a high-speed sprint, even if the opponent is a player with a low-grade fever.

But he immediately reversed his mindset: offense? Me too!

Let's hurt each other!

"The game continues to start, and the suspense is regenerated," He Wei suddenly suffered again, "Is it the South Korean team that fought with ten men to hold the score of 3-2 until the last moment, or the Chinese team after the core returned to the position to equalize the score in one go?" ”

Liu Jianhong shook his head again and again: "As an iron fan of Qin Goode, I must refute your pessimistic thoughts, one goal behind is for Goode...... It's not adversity at all! ”

Because Qin Goode's debut battle is a huge adversity!

He has long been honed to the point that he has completely forgotten how to write the word "adversity".

He Wei couldn't help but complain: "When did you become a fan of Qin Gude?" ”

"Just now! Right now! Liu Jianhong was categorical.

He Wei was stunned: he felt that his senior was possessed by the soul of Zhang Luzhang, who was not present today.

After the restart, the South Korean team did not attack in a big way - after all, they played one less man, and Choi Kang-hee still chose to play steadily and steadily when Qin Gude scored a goal just after he came on the field.

Therefore, South Korea only has four frontcourt players Son Heung-min, Park Ji-sung, Ji Seong-yong, and Lee Qing-ryong participating in the attack, and the remaining six players stay in their own half.

Park Ji-sung looked at the three teammates around him, a little helpless, he is not a reckless fool after a long time in the Premier League, in the absence of sufficient support, the four of them can only break the fortress of eleven people on the opposite side unless they each incarnate Messi and Iniesta.

"The South Korean team has too few troops to attack, and their offensive can't even break through the second line of defense of the Chinese team......" He Wei said as if he felt sorry for his opponent.

Then Liu Jianhong interrupted his commentary with a loud shout: "Zhang Linpeng broke the ball!" The Chinese team counterattacked! ”

The young Sun Xingmin was a little too rash just now, he wanted to enter the Chinese team's penalty area along the left side alone, but in the first half, Zhang Linpeng, who was sleepwalking, seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and grabbed the ball directly from his feet, and then directly picked up the ball to the midfield.

Those fans sitting at the top of the stadium could clearly see that within two seconds of Zhang Linpeng's pass, the Chinese team's three-layer defense line was quickly reopened like a compressed spring.

The first layer is Yang Xuri, Yu Hai, Hao Jun, the second layer is Qin Gude, Huang Bowen, Zhao Xuyang, the six members of the Chinese team did not hesitate to sprint at high speed, only a moment to collectively cross the center circle, and slapped the horse in front of the South Korean team's penalty area - Park Ji-sung has not even fully returned to the defense.

Yu Hai ran a few steps with the ball on the left side, of course he wanted to come to a dragon at a time and then become a hero of the people of the whole country, but he did not have confidence in the right fullback who broke through South Korea, and his physical strength was no longer enough, so he simply gave up continuing to dribble the ball and passed it to Qin Goode, who received it in the middle.

The low-grade fever made Qin Gude's legs much heavier than usual, and he bit his lip to barely keep up with the overall counterattack rhythm, but there was no time to adjust his pace and swing his legs to shoot - Li Qinglong and Ji Chengyong had already pounced from behind him.

His brain wasn't burned out yet, and his feet could still move, so his right foot blocked the ball, and his left foot pushed it, and the black and white shadow grazed the gap between the Korean centre-back and the left wing-back!

That area...... Who?

Hao Jun's arms were flailing backwards, his legs stomping the turf, and he could feel the hot air from his mouth and nose running across his face.

He caught up with the still-rolling football, and the South Korean centre-back was left behind by him.

He didn't have a chance to swing his legs, so he pushed forward sideways with the arch of his foot!

"No offside! Hao Jun bursts into the penalty area! Liu Jianhong roared completely, "Push!" ”

“3-3! 3-3! 3-3! He Wei left all his literary feelings and sorrows behind, and he roared loudly with his predecessors, "The Chinese team equalized!" ”

Hao Dongdong watched the two of them celebrate in a hurry, and one person took over the task of explaining: "From 73 minutes to 83 minutes, in just ten minutes, the Chinese team scored two goals in a row, Qin Goode's play is undoubtedly the key, it is he who revitalizes the whole team, his role is not only to make the offense extremely sharp, but also to make the back line more stable, the defenders can not destroy when clearing the siege, and there is a clear goal when counterattacking, which makes our offense and defense more efficient." ”

"That's right, Qin Gude is the king of efficiency!" Liu Jianhong didn't hear what he said before, so he opened his mouth and answered.

Hao Dongdong shook his head with a smile, but didn't say anything more.

"Qin Good!"

"Qin Good!"

"Qin Good!"

The huge Qin Goode jersey fluttered in the wind in the stands, and the roar of the fans was deafening.

The leaders on the rostrum finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to talk and laugh with their specially invited friends.

And Park Ji-sung almost blew up three of his lung lobes.

This time, he personally took the ball to attack, and he was also a fierce general who could attack the city!

And I'm going to get you over in front of you! Qin Goode!

He gritted his teeth and rushed towards Qin Goode, ready to use his extraordinary skills.

However, Huang Bowen suddenly rushed out from behind Qin Goode, and the young and strong Chinese midfielder broke the ball directly from under his feet.

Park Ji-sung, who was knocked away by the momentum, sat down on the turf and couldn't slow down for a long time.

He stared blankly at the nameless back who had just knocked him into the air, and Qin Gude inserted them into the area that he was originally responsible for defending, and then more red figures came to their aid.

When Park Ji-sung got up, the loud noise from the stands of the Bird's Nest almost knocked him over again.

Then he saw that in a large red figure, the little guy he wanted to challenge was held high by his red teammates.

The loudspeaker in the sky pushed this sound to the extreme.

In the 87th minute, the Chinese team took the lead! The scorer ......" the announcer lengthened his voice for a second.

He was answered by eighty thousand hoarse voices.

"Qin Good!"

"Qin Good!"

"Qin Good!" (To be continued.) )