Carlos, an old rival.

Ou Chuliang moved his wrist while lining up against the human wall.

This guy's free kick is urgent, fast and fierce, it is better to let his teammates block this ball.

"A little further left, further left, a little further left!" Ou Chuliang leaned against the left post, commanding with one eye open and one eye closed.

The five teammates standing on the wall all clutched their crotches and kept looking back.

They felt that they had already stood far enough, but Ou Chuliang had no intention of stopping.

When the five of them stood upright, Li Tie and Yao Xia both stood outside the door frame.

Ou Chuliang aimed again, and in this way, the human wall seemed to be shorter again.

After thinking for a while, Ou Chuliang shouted at Zhang Yuluo: "Old Zhang, Jade Caracal?!" That's right, just shouting you! Stand inside! ”

As he spoke, Ou Chuliang pointed to the human wall.

"I ???"

Zhang Yuluo, who was instigating on the side and seeking a quick counterattack, pointed to his nose, a little inexplicable.

Isn't the five-man wall enough?

It's not wide enough to stand inside!

I'm going to have to wait for a counterattack!

But why didn't Ou Chuliang listen to his words?

According to Ou Chuliang's instructions, Zhang Yuluo stood on the edge instead of Yao Xia, and then the other five team members stood in turn inside.

In this way, the width of the human wall is about the same.

"Hey! Don't be afraid, stop! Ou Chuliang yelled and emboldened his teammates.

The important thing about the wall against Carlos is not that it is wide enough, that it is hard enough, or whatever, but that the person standing on the wall is bold enough.

At the very least, you have to have the consciousness to dedicate yourself to football.

After arranging the human wall, Ou Chulian came to the inside of the human wall, and through the gap in the crowd, he could still see Carlos, who had already exited a long distance.

"Come on, bald man, let me see if your foot strength has grown!"

Ou Chuliang struck his fists and palms to cheer himself up. Actually, how did he not know the ferocity of Carlos' free-kick?

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle, and Carlos, who had been watching the wall for most of the day, finally began to run.

Legend has it that every time Carlos took a small broken step, a group of goalkeepers in front of him collapsed.

But among those collapsed goalkeepers, Ou Chuliang was definitely not included.

Rumble!

Airplanes!

Carlos tensed the instep of his left foot, drew the bow full, and slammed into the door behind Ouchulian without hesitation.

Before the ball arrives, it will come first!

In the face of the swept wind, both the Chinese and Brazilian players subconsciously twisted their bodies to avoid this disaster that was within reach of the naked eye.

It is human instinct and nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and Ou Chuliang will not force a teammate to stand in front of the ball.

Because on the football field, only one person has such a responsibility on his shoulders.

He is the goalkeeper!

Well done!

Ou Chuliang narrowed his eyes and took a step to the left with his left foot.

Carlos had done his best to keep the free kick low, but the free kick with this power couldn't be too low.

The ball flashed left and right, making it difficult to figure out the trajectory.

What Ou Chuliang has to do is to first determine whether this is an inward rotation.

In the face of Ou Chuliang's targeted human wall, Carlos blasted the ball to the inside of the human wall, which was already a victory for Ou Chuliang. But the next steps will depend on Ou Chuliang himself.

"It's not an external rotation around the human wall, nor is it an external rotation on the inside of the human wall..."

"Pumping the ball with the instep of the foot, the kick is on the left side..."

"Left... Right... Left? ”

This kind of S ball drawn out with extreme strength is like a python flying straight to the gate of the Chinese team, even so, Ou Chuliang still stepped resolutely towards the left.

"Lao Tzu let you turn!"

Ou Chuliang clenched his teeth, sank his dantian, and stretched his hands diagonally towards the upper left.

The arms in front of him were just over his shoulders, and a bomb exploded between Ou Chuliang's palms.

Sou!!!

The sweeping shock wave swept across Ou Chuliang's face, like a skin on his face.

But that's no longer to be feared.

Labor pain and paralysis came from the two palms at the same time, and the ball that had just been thunderous fell to the ground obediently after hitting Ou Chuliang's palm, bounced up, and was held by Ou Chuliang's hands again.

The camera lens that zoomed in didn't capture Ou Chuliang's slightly trembling forearms, or that his whole body was shaking up and down at this time.

Is it nervousness? Is it excitement? Is it excitement?

The fans only saw a young man with shining, energetic eyes holding the ball with one arm, his right hand pointing obliquely to the sky, shouting in front of the goal: "Yet! Yes! Who!!! ”

Wow!!!

The Parc des Princes stadium was filled with a cacophony as more than 30,000 Chinese fans stood up and shouted Ou Chuliang's name.

Ou Chuliang clenched his right fist and slammed it into his chest.

With a bang, it also smashed into the heart of the white squad leader.

The general wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and how many interior wall flowers are drunk? If he is lucky enough to have Lingyun in the future, he will accompany you to spend time around him.

Is this the charm of football?

The day shift leader didn't understand.

With his feet cocked and looking at the front of the Chinese team, Ou Chuliang's voice and smile were like high-definition photos taken with 120 million ultra-high pixels, which were reflected in the mind of the white squad leader.

This may be the charm of men.

Looking at Ou Chuliang who was holding the ball and yelling on the screen, Moratti, Lippi, Van Gaal, Heynckes, Mourinho and other famous coaches were not calm.

This is Carlos's kick!

Are you dead?

How dare you take it by hand?

In the locker room, Tafarel, who had bandaged his wrist, looked at the screen, and he felt that his wrist was starting to hurt again.

It's good to be young!

In this free kick, the power, speed, arc, and angle were almost perfect, and even after grazing Shen Si's waist through ten centimeters of air, he always felt that his waist was hot.

In today's world, only a goalkeeper will stand in front of Carlos' free-kick, and even carry a lot of fear and pressure.

But I don't know if it's the courage brought by youth and frivolity, or the psychological advantage that Ou Chuliang accumulated two years ago.

This erratic and powerful volley was finally stopped by Ou Chuliang.

Although it is not a direct catch, it is rare in the world to be able to press Carlos's heavy cannon to the ground.

At this time, the ball was already lying in Ou Chuliang's arm like a well-behaved cat, and in order to prevent it from turning into a wild beast counterattacked by the Chinese team again, the Brazilian players shook their heads again and again and hurriedly retreated.

Even Carlos himself touched his big bald head, and for a moment, he even fell into deep self-doubt.

Familiar recipes, familiar tastes.

"He's still so steady!" Carlos sighed, "Or do I not have much progress in the past two years?" ”

Two years ago, when he played against the Chinese team, he had not yet transferred to Real Madrid, he was relatively young, and his footwork, strength, experience and technique were not at the top.

Two years later, as Real Madrid's main left-back in the Champions League, he feels that he has trained well and has the ability to make a name for himself in the World Cup.

But why is it that in today's game, it seems like everything is a replay from two years ago?

When defending, the dead fat striker will always find a gap to counterattack, and then chase him desperately behind him; There was always some uneasiness when taking a free kick, but in the end, it was really like a nightmare before and was intercepted by the goalkeeper.

TMD, you can save directly from the bottom line, and give me a corner kick!

Don't I want to lose face?

Carlos couldn't figure it out, and he was helpless.

He always felt that he still hadn't experienced enough. Maybe it really takes another two years of practice to really kick that free kick that even China and Europe dare not catch!

Looking at the Brazilian team that was receding like a tide, Nakata Hidetoshi only felt that something suddenly blocked his throat and eyes, making him unable to breathe, and it was difficult to even swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Why do you feel so uncomfortable?"

"Why is it so hard to breathe?"

"Isn't it just a free kick that has been intercepted?"

"It's not like Osan hasn't intercepted it!"

"Yes, two years ago Oussan was able to catch Carlos' free-kick, and two years later he can still intercept the ball."

"But why, why is my chest so tight, why is it so hard to breathe?"

Looking at Ou Chuliang and the Chinese team in high spirits on the screen, Nakata Hidetoshi couldn't hold back any longer, clutched his throat and fell on the tatami mat, rolling over because of suffocation.

"Yumi, Yumi... Quick, help me..."

Nakata Hidetoshi couldn't make a sound, he could only desperately roll in the direction of his sister, that was his last hope.

Burst!

Finally, Hidetoshi Nakata's shoulder hits Yumi's calf.

"Ernie sauce, what are you doing here? Don't delay me from seeing Osan! Yumi didn't even look at Hidetoshi Nakata, stretched out her left foot, and kicked Hidetoshi Nakata away in disgust.

"Goo-dong, goo-dong..."After rolling a few times in a row, Hidetoshi Nakata rolled back to his original position.

The morale of the Chinese team on the screen was so high that the whole team attacked the front of the Brazilian team, and they also played a wave of positional battles decently.

"Oh!! NO！！！ ”

Hidetoshi Nakata thumped his chest, curling up his body like a frozen shrimp, and let out a hoarse and unpleasant sound from his throat.

......

The Chinese team's counterattack was only temporary, and the Brazilian team was only temporarily deterred by Ou Chuliang's non-retreating defense.

When the four-star Brazil came to their senses, the attack power displayed was even more terrifying.

In the 80th minute of the game, all three cards in Ladd's hand had been played.

Only Qu Shengqing was left on the front line to attack at any time, and the remaining nine players pulled into two long chains in front of the arc of the penalty area to reject the Brazilian team's attack.

Zagallo was also getting more and more anxious on the sidelines, and Denilson's arrival did not bring any real results, but only made the Brazilian team's attack even more sluggish.

It can't be helped, the biggest role of the little prince of cycling is to stall for time, not to tear apart the opponent's defense with skillful dribbling.

It is true that Denilson's bells and whistles require 2-3 defenders to cut off the ball, but the result is that by the time Denilson really has no way out, he has been forced into a corner by the Chinese players, and there is no teammate around him who can respond.

In desperation, Denilson didn't even contribute a shot from the woodwork to get a few non-threatening throw-ins or corners for Brazil.

As the clock ticked by, the fourth official on the sidelines seemed to be adjusting his electronic cards in preparation for the upcoming stoppage time.

At this moment, Ze Roberto suddenly dribbled the ball at high speed, hoping to tear a path for the Brazilian team with his physical strength.

Yao Xia flew forward and ran together on the same side as him. But Ze Roberto was like a divine helper, with a gentle push of his right foot, he pushed the ball between Yao's legs, and then he also used a deceleration to pan from Yao's back to the other side. By the time Yao turned his head to react, Ze Roberto had already run in front of him with the ball.

The second to lean up was Li Tie, who had hoped to stop his opponent with Yao Xia with the front and back wraps. But Ze Roberto, who controlled the ball and ran to Yao's forward route, cleverly used his running position to make Yao Xia have to slow down and "let go". In this way, in the face of Li Tie, who was alone in front of him, Ze Roberto was light again, and once again used the change of rhythm to rush past Li Tie's side.

This is the case on the World Cup stage, where passing is more often a change of pace and direction, and there are no difficult skills. Fancy passing skills are useless in the face of simple change of direction, and this is what it means.

After passing two defenders in a row, Ze Roberto repeated his old trick and dribbled the ball to block Li Tie's return route.

Looking at Ze Roberto, who was not sprinting fast in front of him, Li Tie couldn't wait to quickly fall to the ground and stretch his legs, tripping the other party.

Boom!

As soon as the thought came to him, Ze Roberto's body fell to the side.

A burst of dust and mist drifted by, and Yu Hewei was panting heavily, and was pulled up by Li Tie.

"Follow-up, how are you?"

"I, I'm fine, huhuhuhu If you look closely, some of the outer eight's calves are trembling slightly, and the acceleration and shoveling just now seem to have overdrawn a lot of strength from Yu Heel's tail.

You know, he only replaced the new players in the second half!

"Beep, beep!!" The referee's whistle also sounded in time.

When the numb Li Tieyuan saw the yellow card, he suddenly reacted to something, and immediately rushed to the referee to complain loudly.

"Hey, Mr. referee, it's not a yellow card!"

"He... My teammate tackles the ball first, it's the ball! ”

"Referee, you can't do this, you can't..."

No matter how Li Tie defended, under the wailing of Ze Roberto, who fell to the ground, the referee put away the yellow card and showed a red card again, holding it high above the tail.

This is the 9th yellow card of the Chinese team in this game, and it is also the 2nd for Yu Xiangwei himself.

The verdict has come into effect, and everyone shakes their heads helplessly, accepting such a reality.

General Fan didn't say a word, he straddled his heel shoulder with one arm, and walked towards the sidelines as if he usually walked.

"Captain, I really tried my best." Yu Heetail's voice is very small, and he is also very careful.

"It's okay, of course I know you've done your best. Go down and get some rest, and we'll take care of the rest! ”

"Captain, I, I..." Speaking of this, Yu Xiangwei wanted to continue to say something, but his throat and eyes were salty, and his facial features were suddenly distorted together.

"Go ahead, rest well, rest assured, leave the rest to the captain!" General Fan's voice was very soft.

There were still two or three meters from the sidelines, and General Fan pushed him violently, pushing Yu Hewei to the sidelines.

Gu Mingchang hurriedly stepped forward, put a coat on Yu Hewei, and comforted him while helping him walk towards the player's tunnel: "It's okay, what's the matter, go back and have a good rest, wait for our good news!" ”

"Hmm!" Yu Xiangwei held back tears and forcibly sent out another note.

When Yu Xiangwei walked to the entrance of the player's tunnel, tears were already uncontrollably spread all over his face.

The white squad leader fell silent, and she suddenly realized that if she lost to Brazil in this game, would Ou Chuliang be as unable to stop crying as Yu Xiangwei?

No, I don't want that!

The white squad leader shouted in his heart.

I don't want to see Ou Chulian crying, I don't, I don't!!

Yu Hee's expulsion was undoubtedly worse for the Chinese team with insufficient defense, but fortunately, there was not much time left in the second half, and the ten-man Chinese team only needed to grit its teeth and hold on for a few minutes.

"The second half is coming to an end and the score is still 0-0." Huang Jianxiang's nervous and hoarse voice came out of the microphone, "The situation on the field of the Chinese team with only ten people left to fight is very unfavorable, and they can't even play a complete attack, and they are completely clearing the siege with a big foot without a goal." ”

"Chinese team, hold on!"

"Just hold on for three more minutes and you can send the game to extra time!"

"When the game drags into a penalty shootout, even if it is a four-star Brazilian team, it depends on the will of God if they want to win."

"Come on, Chinese team, come on, !!"

In the cheering of Huang Jianxiang, General Fan roared angrily, pressed Ronaldo to rise from the ground, and pushed out Carlos's 45-degree diagonal pass with his brain. Then he rushed out of the penalty area like a crazy bull, jumped two meters high in front of the top of the arc, grabbed the ball above Rivaldo's head and rubbed the ball to the feet of Li Tie.

"Kick out, !!"

General Fan, who fell to the ground, yelled, Li Tie did not hesitate, and without waiting for the ball to stand up with his left foot, he kicked the ball fiercely into the front court.

Dida, who was standing outside the big penalty area, looked at the ball in the air, and suddenly a bad feeling came from his heart.

He turned around and ran desperately towards his goal.

Bang!

The ball that flew from the Chinese half-court fell not far in front of Dida and then continued to bounce forward.

Bang, pop...

Two more hits on the ground, and the ball bounced off the bottom line from the outside of the right post.

"Oh~~~~~" A series of sighs came from the stands of the Chinese team.

The ball was deflected too much, at least three or four meters.

When it was played for the second time, many fans saw that the ball would not be scored at all. But there are still fans who are still looking forward to it because of the angle, until the ball pops out of the bottom line, and then they let out a long sigh. In fact, even those fans who are more angled, as long as the ball is not out of the line, there is still a desire for "miracle" in their hearts.

Dida rushed back to the goal and hurriedly asked for a new ball, and then placed it on the line of the small penalty area. He glanced up at his teammates who had come back to pick him up, got up in a hurry, and passed the ball out.

But the referee still didn't give the Brazilian team more chances, and three whistles sounded, ending the game.

"Oh! It's over! Huang Jianxiang was a little pleased, "After 90 minutes of fierce battle, the Chinese team and the Brazilian team played to a 0-0 draw!" ”

"Neither side has anything to do with it."

"The next game between the two sides is the extra time of the Golden Ball, and the side that scores the first goal in extra time advances directly."

'If neither side scores after 30 minutes, then it's a penalty shootout.'

"Today's extra time is the first extra time game of this World Cup, and I hope the Chinese players can maintain their strength in the extra time and keep the draw."

"In this way, the numerical disadvantage of the two sides will be compensated for by the penalty shootout, and the two sides will stand on the same running line and use the most brutal penalty to decide the winner."

"We can see that the Chinese players are hydrating on the sidelines, and Coach Ladd is constantly telling something."

"Speaking of which, for a weak team like the Chinese team, it is a good choice to drag the game into a penalty shootout."

"I still remember the 1990 World Cup, when Argentina's goalkeeper became Argentina's starting goalkeeper when the first and second goalkeepers fell ill one after another. But it is such a goalkeeper who is less than 1.85 meters tall who has created a miracle for Argentina. ”

Many people are familiar with Goyechea's deeds, and even deified his performance in that tournament, believing that he was the one who took Argentina to the final of the World Cup. However, after carefully watching the Argentine team play that year, I had to disprove this statement. ”

"Goyechea is characterized by a recognised 'butter hand, poor air and good pounce'. Although the first two are shortcomings, with the third advantage, Argentina has eliminated Yugoslavia and Italy in the quarter-finals and semi-finals with Goyechea's heroic play in the penalty shootout, helping Argentina to reach the final. ”

"Although we lost 1-0 to West Germany in the final, Goyechea's 'penalty promotion' has provided a new way of thinking and a way for many teams to qualify."

"I believe that our young player Ou Chuliang is no worse than Goyechea, if the Chinese team takes advantage of this advantage, we will definitely eliminate Brazil and advance to the quarterfinals!"

"Okay, now that the athletes from both sides are back on the field, the next thing that awaits them will be 30 minutes of extra time."

"Come on Chinese team, Chinese team, come on!"

"Brazil kicked off first and Ronaldo gave the ball to Rivaldo."

"Rivaldo passed back to Aldair."

"Brazil pressed hard..."

"Aldair's long pass."

"Hit the side, it's dangerous!"

"Sun Jihai, Sun Jihai leaned in!"

"Be careful, don't foul, Sun Jihai has a yellow card on him."

"Carlos swipe, pause, shake the angle..."

"Sun Jihai is still chasing..."

"Squeeze out, you can't let him in easily..."

"Carlos crosses..."

"Mid, Ronaldo!"

In an exclamation from Huang Jianxiang, Carlos, who rushed to the intersection of the bottom line and the big penalty area, swung his left foot and swept through the middle.

Ronaldo's iconic bald head is so impressive that no one can ignore it.

At this critical moment, General Fan suddenly made a sliding tackle and grabbed a meter in front of Ronaldo, disrupting Carlos's inverted triangle cross.

"General Fan lifts the siege..."

"This..."

In an instant, Huang Jianxiang's excitement stopped abruptly, as if something was stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to utter a syllable.

In front of the goal of the Chinese team, Ou Chuliang stood in place blankly, and he still maintained the appearance of saving at any time.

A black and white ball bounced off behind him and rolled out of the net at Ou Chulian's feet.

"Beep, beep, beep!!"

Three whistles sounded, bringing the stunned Brazilian players back to reality.

When they saw the football stopped not far in front of the goal line, the next second, all the Brazilian players stretched out their arms and ran to the sidelines.

The yellow in the stands changed seats, and the camera caught Susanna, who was also happy and smiling like a man's first love.

For the first time, the Parc des Princes was occupied by the shouts of the Brazilian fans, and for the last.

All the Chinese fans who were still shouting and cheering loudly just now were instantly silenced, standing in place like terracotta warriors, staring blankly at everything that happened on the field.

General Fan gasped and straightened up, glanced at Ou Chuliang, and then looked at the football in front of him and sat on the ground in a daze; Sun Jihai pinched his waist and looked around helplessly, as if he hadn't reacted to what was happening; Wu Chengying gasped, bent over, put his hands on his knees, raised his head and peeked at the door; Ma Mingyu, who was returning to the defense in the penalty area, ran two steps, and then stopped, tears burst out of his eyes in an instant.

Qu Shengqing stood on the outermost side, he didn't see what had just happened, only the Brazilian player next to him who suddenly waved his arms and ran away, looking dazed. When he understood, he angrily shook his arm and scolded his hometown. Wei Qun squatted down on the spot, but because of his figure, only two toes touched the ground, and he looked at the people around him, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yao Xia lay directly on his back, looking at the gray sky, his chest rising and falling; Xie Feng's eyes were red, and he kept wiping his eyes with his shoulder, looking around in confusion. Li Tie stood in place like a statue, the cabbage leaves fluttering in the wind, as if there was nothing in this world that could bend him.

Yu Hewei in the locker room knelt down in front of the screen, covered his face with his hands, and cried bitterly.

Ladd and Qi Weisheng on the sidelines were also red-eyed, and all the substitutes covered their faces with their hands, not daring to receive any more information from the outside world.

Ou Chuliang took a deep breath and spit out all the turbidity in his chest and abdomen.

Step by step, he came to the ball, picked it on his toes, and picked it in his hand.

Then he came to General Fan again, stretched out his hand, and said softly: "Captain, the game is over." ”

"Captain?"

"Captain?"

After shouting twice, General Fan finally turned his head and looked at Ou Chuliang, "Liangzai, don't shout, I heard you." ”

After speaking, General Fan stretched out his hand and stood up with Ou Chuliang's arm in tow.

"You're right, it's over, it's over."

After speaking, the one-meter-eighty-three man in the magic capital couldn't hold back any longer, his eyes turned red, he hugged Ou Chuliang, and kept muttering: "Liangzai, you're right, the game is over, the World Cup is over, woo woo woo..."

The ball in Ou Chuliang's hand fell to the ground, bounced up, and rolled into the distance.

The latex gloves patted General Fan's trembling back, and Ou Chuliang's Adam's apple squirmed, as if he had swallowed everything again.

"It's over, it's all over." Huang Jianxiang suddenly looked like he was dozens of years older, and his voice was hoarse to the extreme.

"In the first minute of extra time, the Chinese team scored an own goal when preventing a cross from the Brazilian team and was eliminated by the Brazilian team."

"The Chinese team stopped in the top 16, but I want to say that the Chinese team is good, and the Chinese players are good!"

"Tonight, there are no losers!"

"No losers!!

At this moment, thousands of fans sitting in front of the TV couldn't hold back the tears in their eyes during the wee hours of the morning. stood up and shouted with Huang Jianxiang in the microphone.