What just happened?

It's nothing more than Henry's shot and Ou Chulian saves.

But what puzzled Zhang Ran the most was how Henry shot the goal and when he shot it.

Taking advantage of the gap between the French team's corner kicks, Zhang Ran looked up at the big screen and got the answer from the replay.

Henry stopped the ball at his feet and was stuck in front of him.

But just because you have your back to the goal doesn't mean you can't shoot.

On the screen, Henry pulls the ball towards his feet, then slams it with his backheel, knocking it from his side to the door behind Occhulian.

At that moment, no one knew what his next move would be except Henry, and no one knew that he was going to shoot.

But it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that even if he has his back to the goal, Ou Chuliang still plays a full 120 spirits.

The ball suddenly flew past and flew diagonally towards the far corner.

The near-limit reaction made Ou Chuliang jump up for the first time and lift the ball off the crossbar with his right hand.

After the successful save, Ou Chuliang didn't even think about how he landed, and when his back hit the turf, the fans realized that Henry had just finished with a brilliant shot.

"Is he a cat?"

"Is he a leopard?"

"Is he a tiger?"

Just before everyone had time to marvel at Henry's skillful shot, another wave of admiration took over.

"Ou Chuliang's save may have reached the limit of an athlete's reaction! It is estimated that there is no goalkeeper in the world who reacts faster than Ou Chuliang, hehe. ”

Zhang Lu did not hesitate to praise Ou Chuliang, and at this point, he, like other colleagues, did not hesitate to praise the young players of the national team.

"How did he do it?"

"You might have to ask God, I don't know." Henry spread his hands, and after watching the replay, he was also surprised.

Shooting with his heel is just a temporary idea, and in this way of shooting, the power and angle of the ball are already superb.

But such a hidden shot was still reacted by Ou Chuliang and held it out with one palm.

Who else is to blame for this?

I can only blame myself for bad luck!

"Brother Ou!"

"Brother Ou, are you okay?"

The crowd gathered around and pulled Ou Chulian up from the ground.

"It's nice to be young!" Ou Chuliang rubbed his back and pushed everyone away. "I'm fine, don't pile up in front of the door, what should I do!"

Li Jinyu stood at the front door post as usual, and Sun Jihai was also arranged to guard the back door post.

In addition to deliberating, even Sun Zhi retreated to the vicinity of the penalty area line and participated in the defense.

Henry, who is 1.88 meters, and Trezeguet, who is 1.90 meters, are extremely conspicuous in the crowd.

"Mine!"

After the corner, Ou Chuliang let out a loud roar and rushed out of the goal line.

Trezeguet jumped high against the ball and was about to touch it with his forehead.

But in the next second, a black and white fist suddenly appeared in front of his head, and it continued to rise.

"Bang!"

Ou Chuliang's left fist accurately focused the ball flying in the air and knocked it out of the penalty area in one fell swoop.

"Run! Run for me! ”

"Run!"

"Run!"

The three captains, Ou Chuliang, Li Tie, and Sui Dongliang, shouted in unison, urging their teammates to run outside the penalty area.

When there is no hope of possession of the ball, no offense, and no defense is helpless, all the Jianlibao team can do is run.

At Ou Chuliang's forced demand, the players had to run with their legs open, even if they felt that some of the runs were meaningless.

Zhu Guanghu was on the sidelines, his hands pinching his waist, silent.

He didn't have anything to say, he felt the players had done a good enough job. In this case, as long as the team members are still working hard and running, he is already very satisfied.

At this time, the scene of leading the team back to China and how the leader praised him had already appeared in his mind.

This is the top 8 of the World Junior Championships, which is the best result ever! Although the Chinese team has only participated in the World Youth Championships three times, compared with countries such as Japan and South Korea, there are very few who can enter the quarterfinals.

If we can go one step further and reach the semi-finals...

No, no, no!

No way!

Zhu Guanghu shook his head violently, throwing this "unrealistic" fantasy out of his mind.

At present, the most important thing is how to ensure the physical condition of all the players and bring the players back to China in good condition.

Bringing back the elite soldiers in their entirety is the most important thing.

Just as Zhu Guanghu was thinking wildly, an exclamation came from the court.

Hao Wei made a mistake in the backfield and was cut off by Anelka, who stole the chicken behind him.

After conceding the goal, although Hao Wei chased after Anelka, no one could stop the one-knife ball produced without the slightest call-up.

Looking at Anelka, who drove the ball into the penalty area, Zhu Guanghu was relieved.

"Whew~~~ This moment has finally come."

"Come early, let the big guys die early..."

Before halftime, Zhu Guanghu already felt a sense of relief.

This kind of situation of being pressed all the time, being scored by the opponent at any time and not seeing any hope of counterattack, is really uncomfortable.

It's better to get rid of it early, die early and be born sooner...

Such gloom is naturally only hidden in the deepest part of Zhu Guanghu's heart, and at this time, whether it is the fans in the stands or Zhang Lu in front of the screen, they are all tense and prayed for Jianlibao's mistake.

"Ou Chuliang is out..."

Zhang Lu interpreted the situation on the field, this kind of situation, Ou Chuliang can't come out.

Ouchulian hunched his knees, lowered his center of gravity, and stretched his hands diagonally down to his sides, like an old hen, as if to seal Anelka's full range of shots.

"Here, shoot!"

"Shoot here!"

"Come on, shoot it!"

Ou Chuliang deliberately puffed up his chest to lure the other party.

There are actual data showing that players will subconsciously aim at the goalkeeper for a moment when shooting. Top strikers are quick to react and re-judge, while players who don't like to think about their brains tend to fall for it.

Achungh doesn't know if his approach will have an impact on a player like Anelka, but he knows that this is already the limit of his ability.

Other than that, we can only pray that God will let Anelka's feet slip.

met on a narrow road, and saw that the two were about to meet each other in a short battle. Fortunately, Ou Chuliang's approach seems to have played a somewhat distracting role. When the next step was missed, Anelka had already missed the best shot on target.

Seeing this, Ou Chuliang did not hesitate anymore, and instantly accelerated towards the ball at Anelka's feet.

The French striker gritted his teeth, and he also knew that because of his hesitation, he missed the best and widest moment of the shot. But he was still unconvinced, he didn't believe that he would collapse in front of this little-known Chinese goalkeeper again.

He pushed with his right foot, as if trying to get around Ou Chuliang and shoot into the empty goal.

But Ou Chuliang would let him succeed easily, and his body pounced hard, and when the ball was not far away, he stabbed it hard with his fingertips in the back of it.

In an instant, the ball spun and rolled towards the baseline.

"Ou Chuliang pounced!"

"No, not yet!"

"The danger is not over!"

In Zhang Lu's slightly calm commentary, the unwilling Anelka accelerated again and chased towards the bottom line.

Regardless, it was a perfect steal up front. If such an opportunity is not used well, then he is really the sinner of the French team.

At this moment, Henry and Trezeguet had already run to the top of the arc, although Zhang Ran and Li Weifeng were also following them. But the situation of 3 to 3 in the front court is successful, and no one will believe that the three defenders of Jianlibao will defend against the three strikers of the French team.

"Henry is empty." The sharp-eyed Zhang Lu saw Henry who suddenly ran away at a glance, and his heart rose to his throat. "If Henry gets the ball..."

After that, Zhang Lu didn't dare to say it, and he didn't have time to say it.

Henry and Trezeguet worked together seamlessly, and the two would have been in a normal position side by side. But at the last moment, Henry took advantage of the moment when Li Weifeng and Zhang Ran were too close to Trezeguet to suddenly change direction, coupled with Trezeguet's deliberate cover, he successfully ran to the back point alone and pulled away from the Jianlibao defenders.

At this time, even if Zhang Ran and Li Weifeng found out that they were thrown away by Henry, they would not have time to remedy it. He could only run forward with all his might, hoping to intercept Anelka's pass.

That's right, just a nudge from Anelka to the back of the net. What was left for Henry was an empty gate.

However, Anelka has never been an easy person to give into.

His strong personality has brought him everything he has today, and there is even a hint of no one in his competitive temperament.

Although teammates, agents or club management are not very fond of Anelka's self-styled personality, the talent shown by Anelka at a young age is more than enough to make up for his lack of personality.

At this moment, Anelka and Achurian were running with all their might, rushing towards their respective goals.

Through the understanding of the pre-match information and the nearly 40 minutes of contact on the field, Ou Chuliang has completely figured out Anelka's character.

On the other hand, of course. Even if Ocullian didn't bet on Anelka's willfulness, he couldn't care about Trezeguet, who rushed to the front post, and Henry, who ran to the back post.

In the moment of attack and defense, there are too few options left for the goalkeeper. What Ou Chuliang has to do is to choose the best plan and resolutely implement it.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound finally sounded in front of the bottom line.

Anelka eventually chased the ball in front of the baseline, but at a near-zero angle he sent a push at the door of Jianlibao.

It's not that he didn't see Trezeguet at the front and Henry at the back, but at that moment, he was absolutely confident in his shots.

Judging by the way the ball rolled, Anelka was right, he did have that kind of footwork and put it into practice.

But he didn't expect that when Hao Wei, who was following him closely, gave up, there was still one person who took his last breath and rushed to the goal.

Burst... Syllable!

Ou Chuliang tilted his head and slammed his right shoulder into the left post of the goal. His right hand had already reached out of the baseline and inserted into the side netting of the goal. If it had been half a second in the evening, his head would have stained the goalpost red.

Although Ou Chuliang's image at this time was extremely indecent, as if he was clamping the doorpost with his head and shoulders. But neither in the stands nor in front of the TV, none of the fans who watched the scene laughed.

Ouchulian was comically shaped so that his right hand was entwined with the side net of the goal, but he used his body to create a wall of flesh between his body and the goal.

An impassable Great Wall!

Anelka's push shot just now was blocked by Ou Chuliang with his right shoulder.

"How so?"

"Impossible!"

For a moment, Anelka's mind went blank.

A second ago, it was an empty door, why did there be an extra figure in front of the doorpost in the blink of an eye?

It's that damn goalkeeper again!

At this moment, Anelka, whose brain was down, subconsciously raised his hands. With five fingers of his right hand, he kept tapping on his left wrist, and looked at the linesman with a look of wrong, shouting loudly.

When the linesman in the corner area saw Anelka's appearance, he couldn't help but look away, as if he hadn't seen it.

Bastard!

Who the hell hit the goalpost just now?

You even complained to me about a goalkeeper handball in the box?!