This earth-shattering arc ball was caught by Ou Chuliang?

When he saw Ou Chuliang holding the ball to his chest with one hand and calmly commanding with his right arm, even the Brazilian coach on the sidelines was dumbfounded.

As the coach of the Brazilian team, he gave Carlos a place as the first free-kick taker. Not only to let his powerful slam penetrate the opponent's defense, but also to create a psychological shadow for the opponent's goalkeeper in this way.

But now, there is a shadow in his own heart.

Looking at Carlos, who was running back and turning his head in the stadium and scratching his short hair, Zagallo couldn't help but ask his assistant loudly: What the hell is going on?

The world is crazy!

Ou Chuliang's calm and Carlos's doubts appeared on the screen in separate screens, one calm and calm, the other confused and suspicious. Two completely different faces jumped on the paper, causing fans to reverie infinitely.

"It's... How do you say that? ”

"It's incredible!"

"It's crazy!"

"Ou Chuliang actually saved the ball."

"Director Liu, what do you think of this ball?"

Liu Jianhong is not as passionate as Huang Jianxiang, and after watching the replay twice in a row, he touched his chin and analyzed: "First of all, the distance of Carlos's ball is far, about 35 meters. Such a long distance gave Ou Chuliang time to fully reflect..."

"Secondly, Carlos's kick is more positive, you see, he kicked it from Peng Weijun's side, and first to the left and then to the right, in fact, the arc is not as big as the previous long shot."

"In addition, Ou Chuliang is agile and his hand shape is very correct when he catches the ball, so it is reasonable that this ball can be caught by him with both hands..."

"Cut! I don't know! After listening to Liu Jianhong's explanation, Bai squad leader X changed the position of his legs up and down, leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, and pressed his chin against his palm.

Huang Wu was too familiar with the disdainful little eyes of squad leader Bai, and when he encountered something he looked down on, squad leader Bai would often roll his eyes like this. Coupled with his lower lip, it showed that the white squad leader was extremely dissatisfied with Liu Jianhong's comment.

"Hello? Oh! Right! What the? Well! Okay, okay! ”

Xiaoli put down the phone, glanced left and right, and gossiped with her colleagues: "Brother Huang has another hundred in the account!" That old man scolded Brother Liu so much that he was squirting blood..."

Carlos' long-range shot was saved by Ouchulian, and although it shocked Brazil a little, it had no impact on the situation on the field and the quality of the players on both sides.

In the 41st minute, Brazil again won a free kick about 30 meters in the middle of the goal.

This time, Carlos slammed his kick to the core of the valve after a run of seven or eight meters.

The ball whistled past the wall again, and in what was almost a free-kick shoot-out between a penalty taker and a goalkeeper, the other players all consciously pulled out of their positions and left the stage to the two.

However, this time Carlos's powerful volley was very low, and although the angle was positive, the arc was far less than the previous two feet.

Ou Chuliang took a step sideways to the left, bowed his body, and held the ball that had landed on the line of the small penalty area to his chest.

This time, everyone was surprised.

"Ou Chuliang is such a genius that he actually caught Carlos's free kick again!"

"Cut, what's this? If I were in front of the door, I would have caught it! ”

"You? It would be nice if this ball didn't hit you directly! ”

In the living room of Huang Wu's house, there was a discussion again.

Indeed, Carlos' shot was too accurate and not very powerful. In addition, there is a cushion after the ball bounces to the ground, so anyone with normal nerves can hold the ball.

But isn't the dissatisfaction between the teenagers just a ridicule of Carlos?

At the end of the first half, No. 7 Bebeto sent a corner kick from the right side. Juninho, who cut in at the back post, made a flying tackle and got the ball back into bounds at the intersection of the six-yard box and the bottom line.

At the near post, Acchulian jumped high on the spot and plucked the ball over his head.

In this way, in another perfect interception by Ou Chuliang, the referee ended the first half.

In the second half, the two sides changed sides and fought again.

As soon as the ball kicked off, the Brazilian team didn't care what adjustments the national Olympic team made, whether the replaced Yu Heetail could really defend against people, and still launched a bold attack.

In the 47th minute, Brazil won another free kick at the edge of the Olympic penalty area. But this time Carlos and Juninho were standing in front of the ball, and judging by the distance between the two and the ball, it seemed that Carlos had become a foil.

Sure enough, less than a second after the National Olympic Games lined up the wall, Juninho only took one step to run, and then flicked his right foot to make an arc of the ball.

Ou Chuliang moved sideways at great speed, and when the ball flew in front of him, he jerked his body violently, stretched out his arms under the left post, and used his palms to lift the extremely fast spinning ball out of the bottom line.

The camera once again stayed on Ou Chuliang, who was kneeling on the ground panting, giving the purple-robed young man a close-up. But Brazil acted quickly and quickly sent in a corner.

Savio's foot kicked the ball forward, and Ronaldo, Zhang Jihua and Li Ming, who were inserted in front of the point, jumped high, and no one touched the ball.

Ou Chuliang did not stand still because the three of them blocked the view, but hedged sideways the moment the ball leaked over the heads of the three people, and knocked the ball out of the penalty area with both fists.

The camera followed the ball towards the outside of the box, and as soon as the ball bounced off the line, Zemaria met the ball and pulled it back into the net.

Fortunately, Zemaria's feet are not aligned, the ball speed is not particularly fast, and the angle is not very tricky.

Ou Chuliang got up from the ground and took it steadily with both hands, then quickly fell to the ground to protect the ball.

Behind him, Zhang Jihua, Li Ming and Wu Chengying stood on the goal line, for fear that the ball would fly past Ou Chuliang's hands and towards the goal.

Watching the Brazilian team's series of attacks, the spectators in front of the TV gradually fell silent.

In the first half, he grabbed watermelons with his father, and Huang Wuye, who was arguing about who was more powerful, and other friends didn't squeak much.

The Brazilian team's offense is tired of watching, but every time Ou Chuliang makes a save, the hearts of this group of middle school students will tremble. It wasn't until they saw that the danger was completely resolved by Ou Chuliang that the teenagers breathed a sigh of relief.

Zagallo's tactical intent was clear, to win the game as soon as possible.

However, whether it is the excellent overall execution of the Brazilian team or the talented individual skills, every time they knock on the door of the National Olympic Games, they are repeatedly intercepted by a pair of big hands.

Gradually, the Olympic team members "adapted" to the Brazilian team's attack, and the Brazilians gradually "adapted" to Ou Chuliang's save.

The two sides came and went for a while, and they formed a "small tacit understanding".

Gradually, an hour passed the game.

This time is the critical point of the physical strength of all national players, and many people slowly appear to collapse and cramp from this moment.

However, the attacking Brazilian players will not relax their attacks because of the loss of physical strength in the national Olympic Games, and in the 62nd minute, Zemaria sent a straight kick on the side, and Wu Chengying quickly turned around and desperately opened his legs to chase the ball.

In his peripheral vision, although Bebeto had also accelerated, it was clearly one step behind him.

Just jam, jam the bit, firmly stuck him behind him...

While Wu was trying to block Bebeto with his back, the 32-year-old Brazilian veteran cleverly wound from Wu's side to the left front.

At such a distance from the referee, Bebeto and Wu Chengying's entangled hands suddenly made an extremely hidden small action: a gentle pull on Wu Chengying's neck, Wu Chengying, who was fighting inertia with all his might, fell directly on the bottom line because of this last small straw.

At the same time, his body was in front of the ball, which should have been protected by him and landed right at the feet of Bebeto.

After getting rid of Wu Chengying, Bebeto dribbled the ball along the baseline and into the penalty area.

Facing Li Ming, who came over to make up for the defense, Bebeto pulled the outside of his right foot, not only dodging Li Ming's grab, but also flashing the angle.

Boom!

Bebeto didn't hesitate anymore and slammed the door directly.

Ou Chuliang consciously stretched out his feet and expanded his defensive area. However, after the ball hit Zhang Jihua's leg, it suddenly changed direction and bounced near the penalty spot.

Ronaldo, who was guarding the back post, just wanted to go to the top of the ball, but saw that his teammate Rivaldo had already rushed into place, and with a little forehead, he smashed the ball into the goal.

It's not so much about "attacking the door" as it is about "smashing people"!

Ou Chuliang had already fallen to the ground, and he didn't top the gap as big as the National Olympic goal, but smashed the ball at Ou Chuliang.

Ou Chuliang, who had just gotten up on one foot, took both hands and fell on the turf again holding the ball.

Seeing such a God-given opportunity being wasted by himself, the frustrated brick knife couldn't help but hide his face with his hands and look up to the sky and sigh.

"Ou Chuliang, Ou Chuliang again, and the teenager Ou Chuliang again!" Huang Jianxiang kept shaking his head, chanting Ou Chuliang's name in his mouth.

Liu Jianhong explained at a glance: "Rivaldo's top is too right, just in the arms of Ou Chuliang, it seems that the luck of the Brazilian team is not very good." ”

The two commentators have different personalities and styles, and the focus and commentary of watching the game are also different.

But after Liu Jianhong finished saying the last sentence, the commentary room suddenly fell silent.

After a while, when Ou Chuliang had already kicked the ball far away from the front, and Qu Shengqing was desperately squeezing together with Carlos, Huang Jianxiang suddenly said: "Coach Liu, our possession rate in the whole game was less than 20%, and it can be said that we have been pressed by the Brazilian team." ”

"That's right." Liu Jianhong lifted his glasses, "It's not so much a battle between the Chinese team and the Brazilian team, it's better to watch a collection of Ou Chuliang's saves." ”

"The gap between us and the world's top teams is really too big."

Yes, whether it is in terms of technical tactics or team cooperation, or the understanding of football and foot skills, and even the physical fitness is very different from the opponent. Against such an opponent, it is already extremely rare for the National Olympic Games to maintain a score of 0-0 after holding on for more than 60 minutes and only changing one person.

Even the most picky fans who used to scold Qi Missheng in the Workers' Sports were silent, honestly sitting on the sofa or rattan chair, watching the National Olympic team members being overturned in the attack of the Brazilian team.

Time is getting less and less, and many members of the National Olympic team with new injuries stand up again and again, waiting for the last dignity.

"Lao Xu, the level of our men's football team is too low!"

Vice Chairman Xu nodded with a wry smile, then looked at Ou Chuliang with a resolute face on the door line, and said softly: "It's okay, low is low." In another four or five years, our level will go up..."

In the 76th minute, Guoao got a seemingly normal and ordinary attack.

The Brazilian players are not gods, they can't stop all the attacks of the national Olympic team to half the court. Every once in a while, a ball from the back would be kicked towards Brazil's half, and then the two strikers would chase after it like mad dogs.

The Brazilians have become accustomed to it, and by this point the whole game has been played by an average of one attack every 10 minutes. But whether it was intercepted just after half-time or rushed to the Brazilian penalty area, it had to be counted once.

So when Wu Chengying started the ball on the left side, all the Brazilian players didn't pay much attention.

After Zagallo looked at the long pass that was kicked too high by Wu Chengying, he casually sneered at the assistant coach next to him: "I don't understand, what is the point of the Chinese team doing such an attack..."

But at this moment, Xie Hui, who had been silent for most of the half, suddenly accelerated desperately, overtook Aldair at a speed visible to the naked eye, and entered the Brazilian penalty area one step ahead of the opponent.

Aldair didn't expect Xie Hui to burst out with such a powerful momentum at this juncture, and after being rushed by Xie Hui carelessly, when the opponent stopped and raised his head to catch the ball, he directly stretched out his hand to grab Xie Hui's jersey, and rushed forward with his strength to Xie Hui's side in one fell swoop.

It was just one step, and he overtook Xie Hui again.

"Boy, you're still a little tender!" Looking at Xie Hui, who was annoyed by his side, Aldair looked proud.

Just when Aldair turned around and wanted to clear the siege, there was a dark shadow in front of him.

"Nani ??!?!?!?!?"

At this moment, Aldair made a voice that a Brazilian should not have, but it was a good illustration of the shock of the scene in front of him.

Facing the flying Dida, Aldar barely rubbed the ball with his forehead. In the next second, the one-meter-ninety-five heavy tank directly crushed him. Dida's body spun two hundred and seventy degrees around Aldair's shoulder like a Ferris wheel, and her back fell to the ground hard.

Xie Hui was also hit by the pond fish because he couldn't dodge.

However, the ball was not cleared after being grubbed by Aldair, but bounced slowly down the middle and fell to the penalty spot.

At this moment, Huang Jianxiang, who was in a state of excitement since Wu Chengying started passing, was already so excited that his tongue was knotted, and Liu Jianhong on the side did not expect such a scene, and his eyes were also wide open, staring at the center of the screen tightly.

Finally, a white figure slammed into the center from the left side of the screen.

"It's a member of the Chinese team!"

"It's Qu Shengqing!!"

Qu Shengqing, who was wearing the No. 11 shirt, did not hesitate, and after winning the ball, he gently pushed the empty goal and easily sent the ball into the net.

"Goal!!!

The moment the ball entered the net, Huang Jianxiang's roar sounded in the microphone, and a murmur sounded inside the microphone that was instantly hit by the current.

But how can the Chinese fans sitting in front of the TV care about this?

Everyone stood up, shouting, screaming, and laughing wildly.

Many fans at home picked up the spatulas and iron basins, stretched their upper bodies out of the window and beat them vigorously.

"It was No. 11 Qu Shengqing who scored the goal!"

"The youngster from Liaozu scored the first goal for the Chinese team in the history of the Olympic Games!!"

"Let's call out his name once more!"

"Qu Shengqing !!"

Huang Jianxiang's throat had already shouted, and his voice was already hoarse.

Who would have thought? The Brazilian team, which had been besieging for nearly 80 minutes, actually let the Chinese team miss a goal because of a mistake at the last moment.

At this moment, all the people who bet on the victory of the Brazilian team were shocked, and those fans who bought the handicap even spat out three Chinese characters at the same time: "Wang, De, Fa!! ”