"Ou Jun..."

In the dark room, only the color screen flickered. The image produced by this cathode ray tube is very harmful to people who are in front of the screen for a long time in the dark without light.

But Yumi Nakata didn't care so much, and at this time she even forgot the fear brought by the darkness.

The instability of the antenna causes the screen to jump at a certain time, and the silence of the tatami mat creates a horror movie atmosphere.

Yumi Nakata crossed her fingers, clenched her hands into fists on her chest, and looked at Ou Chuliang, who was picking up the ball from the net, and her heart was worried.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" behind Yumi Nakata, which frightened little Lori and fell directly on the tatami mat, and the sachet in her hand also fell out.

"Ou, Oni-chan, aren't you, aren't you asleep?"

An hour earlier, Hidetoshi Nakata, who had a fever, had endured his physical discomfort and got up to watch the match between Japan and Kuwait. But after seeing the Japanese team being eliminated, Hidetoshi Nakata was furious, turned off the TV and slammed the remote control on the tatami mat, and then fainted directly.

Little by little, Yumi Nakata pulled her brother to the bed made in the next room, put a towel with ice on his forehead, and tiptoed back to the room with the TV, secretly turning on the TV.

Ignoring Yumi Nakata's question, Hidetoshi Nakata, whose eyes were bloodshot, were wet on his forehead, sideburns, cheeks, and even his chest because of the melting of the ice cubes. Holding the door frame with his right hand, he barely maintained his feet, watching Ou Chuliang on the screen kick the ball towards the midfield, and suddenly roared madly.

"Hahaha, hahahahaha! Ossan! Do you also have today? Hahahahaha! ”

"Yumi, help me over, I, I'm going to see him eliminated by Saudi Arabia with my own eyes!"

Seeing that Nakata Hidetoshi almost fell after letting go of his right hand to support the door frame, Nakata Yumi hurriedly ran over to support the other party, and asked cautiously, "Oni-chan, but, but your body..."

"My body? Huh! Nakata Hidetoshi sneered, "I'm a football player from the Great Japanese Empire, and this little illness is not worth mentioning in front of me!" Yumi, help me over, I want to see Ou Jun lose the ball with my own eyes! ”

Yumi had no choice but to help Hidetoshi Nakata to kneel on the mat in front of the screen. Nakata's legs went limp, so Nakata Yumi struggled to move the low table in the corner and put it behind him for him to lean on.

After doing all this, Yumi Nakata held the sachet in the palm of her hand again and knelt aside.

The Saudi team went from strength to strength after the equaliser, while the Chinese team was deeply divided within the team.

Some people want to score, some people want to defend; Some people want to score another goal in the last half of the first half, and some people want to strengthen the defense in the last half of the first half.

There is a disconnect between the front and back courts, and the midfielders neither dare to easily plug straight or pass back; The parallel line between the left and right sides disappears, and one end of the line has already attacked the opponent's penalty area, and the other end is still in their own half.

In this situation where the scene is completely out of tune, some people think that time will pass quickly, and wait for the coach to unify his thoughts and playing style at halftime; Some people think that time flies a little slower and that they can save face by scoring another goal.

Whether it is offensive or defensive, the thinking of the whole team is very unified.

As a result, the Chinese team's offense was rushed and the defense was chaotic. Saudi Arabia, which is in great momentum, seized the opportunity to launch another onslaught on the gate of the Chinese team.

In the 35th minute, Saudi Arabia made a long pass from the right side. The ball flew over the half court and was hoisted into the penalty area and was cleared by Zhang Jihua's header.

But clearance wasn't far off, and the Saudi striker again controlled the ball in front of the arc before passing it back to his team-mate on the left.

This time, for the third time, Saudi Arabia tore through the Chinese team's defense from the left side.

After receiving the ball on the left, the Saudi midfielder suddenly found that the winger in front of him was unguarded within three meters. Not only that, but he wasn't even offside.

After a straight kick without thinking, fans once again saw a Saudi player in white on the screen, along the left sideline of the Chinese team's penalty area towards the bottom line.

Ou Chuliang sighed lightly, as a goalkeeper, he had already seen this gap. But no matter how much he shouted, no one could hear his teammates.

There are other players next to his close central teammate to defend, but the defensive team-mate on the left is so far away that he can't hear him. After shouting two sentences to no avail, Ou Chuliang decisively held on to the near goalpost, bent down, and waited for the next move of the Saudi winger.

This time, Jabeur burst into the penalty area and faked a pass in front of the baseline, shaking off Li Bing, who had just returned to the defense, and hit the goal with his left foot at a small angle.

Ou Chuliang quickly fell to the ground, almost blocking his legs in a **** way. The ball crossed his hands and hit Ou Chuliang's right thigh and bounced towards the empty goal on the side.

Fortunately, Zhang Jihua arrived in time and cleared the ball out of the penalty area with one kick. The Saudi winger tried to intercept the ball on the flank, but accidentally stopped the ball off the touchline.

"Whew, whew..."

This time, after Ou Chuliang got up from the ground, he heard his own breathing.

Not all goalkeepers can act as if nothing had happened after conceding two goals when they were two goals ahead.

Even if the responsibility for these two goals is not his own, Ou Chuliang will think about what he had to do to prevent the goal from happening in his spare time.

However, in the fierce arena, how can there be leisure?

In this way, Ou Chuliang kept chewing the chewing gum that had long been tasteless in his mouth. Even when the gum loses its effect, he will pinch his thigh with his hands.

As soon as he slips away, the nerves that control the "main self" will tighten, pulling Ou Chuliang back from the "fantasy".

From the time he conceded the first goal, such a switching struggle had happened in Ou Chuliang's mind no less than a hundred times.

Sometimes I just pull myself back from my memories, and the next second I fall into self-blame.

That's right, there is not a goalkeeper in this world who doesn't blame himself for conceding a goal.

It's just that some people will show it, and some people will hide it deeply.

In a fierce competition such as the knockout round of the Asian Cup, when a gap in the team is frequently used by the opponent, and his own players have no way or no way to make amends, Ou Chuliang's mental pressure will increase exponentially.

Especially in the case of losing the ball continuously, Ou Chuliang not only has to tense his nerves to stay awake at all times, so that he can make up for the various joints of his body at the moment of save, but also hypnotize himself at all times to keep his state before he conceded the ball.

When self-hypnosis collides with reason, and at the same time the brain has to stay awake, every second of that time is torture.

"Xiao Ou, are you okay, I don't think your face is very good." General Fan was the first to see the clues.

After living with Ou Chuliang for so long, General Fan still knows how much physical strength Ou Chuliang has. He knew that his little teammate was not like other goalkeepers, and when he was put on the team, Ou Chuliang's physical strength was not to mention ranking first, but it was easy to rank in the top five.

In addition, Ou Chuliang is not yet twenty years young this year, and General Fan is not worried that Ou Chuliang will have any problems with his physical strength.

But today, seeing that Ou Chuliang was about to stand up with the support of his teammates before halftime, General Fan couldn't help but worry.

"Defend!"

Ou Chuliang ignored General Fan's concern, but pushed the other party away.

In Ou Chuliang's sight, Li Bing, who threw the throw-in in the backcourt, was too far away from Zhang Jihua, who received the ball, and was cut off by Saudi Arabia's No. 9 Jabeur when receiving Zhang Jihua's return pass.

Taking advantage of Li Bing's failure to catch the ball and turn around to adjust, Jabeur took the ball down again. This time, he sent a high ball and lobbed it to the back post.

Mahalel watched the ball fly through the air and ran out of the box and towards the touchline. Although Wei Qun was stuck in position, Mahalel knocked Wei Qun down with his strong body and controlled the ball in front of the touchline.

"Mahalel dribbles the ball down..."

"Knock back!"

As the camera moved, Huang Jianxiang's exclamation did not solve the crisis in front of the Chinese team.

Saudi No. 8, who got the ball, stopped the ball too much, but it hit Yang Chen's knee and bounced back. Saudi Arabia No. 8 took advantage of the chaos of the Chinese team's defense line and went directly into the penalty area with the ball.

Xu Hong hurriedly followed, but the other party took the first step to cross the bottom.

This time, everyone saw the empty space in front of the door, as well as a smear of gray behind Ou Chuliang.

Li Bing, who was closest to Jabeur, was still two meters behind him, and even if he could fly, it would be difficult for him to fly in front of Jabeur.

"Ou Chuliang!"

Under Liu Jianhong's low drink, all the fans stood up.

Some of these fans want to score, some don't want to see another goal.

At the last moment, a purple wall rose from the ground at some point, blocking the path of the ball.

After Ou Chuliang fell to the ground, he didn't even have time to inhale and hold his breath, when he felt a tightness in his chest, and the ball hit the thickened cushion on his chest.

"Mine!"

At the critical moment, Ou Chuliang did not forget to yell to remind his teammates.

Before General Fan and Xu Hong stepped forward to clear the siege, they bounced up from the ground again and held the ball firmly in their arms with both hands.

"It's the young general Ou Chuliang again!"

"Ou Chuliang made another wonderful save at the crucial moment."

"We can see that the Saudi team's No. 9 Jabeur is right in front of goal."

"If Ou Chuliang hadn't saved the ball, then what would have been exposed in front of Jabeur would have been an empty goal."

"The young player Ou Chuliang performed bravely today, almost extraordinary..."

"What's the use of being extraordinary? So much dirt, did he wipe it over? Grandpa Ou was so angry when he saw this ball that he blew his beard and glared, and even used the Northeast vernacular he learned from Ou Chuliang.

The defense is not good, and the offensive end is also very impatient.

Before the end of the first half, Gao Feng dribbled into the opponent's penalty area.

Due to the pull of the Saudi defenders, he stumbled all the way. Finally, in front of the small penalty area, the ball was cleared by the Saudi defender.

Then Yang Chen and Ma Mingyu grabbed one after another, although they grabbed the first point, but before they could control the ball, they were recklessly tackled and interfered with by the Saudi players.

When Yang Chen also conceded a goal, Saudi Arabia's counterattack came again.

At this time, the time on the field had come to the 47th minute. The two minutes of stoppage time had arrived, and many Chinese players looked at the referee, while others looked up at the time next to the timer.

But the referee still did not blow the whistle, and taking this opportunity, the Saudi players counterattacked to the front. In fact, the speed of their counter-offensive was not fast, and they did not put in many players. But it was to take advantage of the gap between the Chinese team's defenders to watch the time, and once again passed the ball to the front of the Chinese team's penalty area.

"Don't go! Don't go! ”

On the line of the small penalty area, Ou Chuliang shouted anxiously.

In his sight, Saudi Arabia actually formed a three-on-three in the front court through a straight stopper.

The six men formed two rows, and two of the Chinese defenders in blue were actually outside, including a Saudi player who was unlikely to receive the ball; The other two Saudi players landed at the front of the Chinese team's penalty area on the right and in the middle, and General Fan, who was dragging behind, saw the Saudi players on the side receiving the ball and was about to approach the opponent for close defense.

At this moment, Ou Chuliang suddenly wanted to laugh a little, because he remembered a joke.

After an astronaut returned to the surface, reporters interviewed him and asked him what he saw on the spacecraft.

He said: "I saw the Great Wall, the pyramids, and the gaps in the Chinese team's defense! ”

All the fans saw it, but General Fan didn't.

Even if he saw it, he couldn't help it, because he had to take care of the Saudi player in front of him who was about to cross.

How nice it would be if General Fan could stop this ball!

Including Ou Chuliang, the same idea came to the minds of all Chinese fans at the same time.

But the difference between Ou Chuliang and the fans is that the fans are just YY, and he not only wants YY, but also pays remedial actions for it!

With no shadow of the left wing-back, Ou Chuliang did not hesitate and strode out of the small penalty area, leaving an empty gate behind him.

Ou Chuliang firmly believes that it is difficult for a person to suddenly stop in continuous movements and change his original thoughts according to the situation. At the very least, such a talented player will hardly appear in a lower-level competition such as the Asian Cup.

So Ou Chulian made a big gamble, and he gambled that even if Mahalel saw the empty goal behind him, he would not have time to retract the cross's foot.

"Bang!"

After a muffled sound, Ou Chuliang knew that he had made the right bet.

Jabeur's right foot didn't hit the goal directly, because the moment he touched the ball with his right foot, Ou Chuliang had already run in front of him.

"Ou Chuliang is out!"

"Jabeur catches the ball..."

"One buckle."

"Deducted Ou Chuliang."

In the whispers of Huang Jianxiang and Liu Jianhong for an unknown number of times, Ou Chuliang, who had been detained, used his last bit of strength, stretched his arms straight above his head, and fell straight in front of Jabbel.

It's up to people to make things happen, it's up to heaven to make things happen, I tried my best...

After falling, neither his arms nor his fingertips felt the touch, and Ou Chuliang knew that the calm Saudi striker was trying to bypass him from his fingertips.

As for the result of bypassing himself, Ou Chuliang didn't bother to think about it.

"Bang!"

After a crisp sound, Jabeur, who bypassed Ou Chuliang, decisively pushed the empty goal.

Watching the ball roll over more than ten meters of no-man's land, everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

"Shoot!"

"Ball..."

In Liu Jianhong's elongated voice, the ball rolled through a straight line and rolled out of the sideline by grazing the right post of the Chinese team's goal.

"Didn't enter!"

The moment Liu Jianhong said the result, millions of fans who stayed up late to watch the game breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to avoid Ou Chuliang, who fell to the ground, and Xu Hong, who returned to defend in front of him, Jabeur pursued an angle of push and missed the opportunity to overtake the score.

"Beep, beep, beep!!"

When the whistle blew, Huang Jianxiang perked up and immediately said in the microphone: "The first half of the game is finally over, and the current score on the field is 2-2. ”

"At the last moment, the teenager Ou Chuliang once again helped the Chinese team keep the score..."