Zhang Xiaorui's goal was a great inspiration to the team, and the players thought about how the Iranian fans treated themselves and the fans who came from afar to cheer for the Chinese team before the game. For a while, the enthusiasm was high, and the crowd was excited.

Throughout the game, it was almost one-sided, and it was always the Iranians who played around the Chinese team. The number of shots on goal alone was as high as five times that of the Chinese team.

was pressed to play most of the game, and now he "magically" moved back a goal, and the whole team was very excited.

With this momentum, the Chinese team actually set off a storm of counterattacks away from home.

In the 77th minute, Zhang Xiaorui made a steal in the front. After breaking the ball, Gao Feng quickly plugged through the crowd and touched the ball first, but unfortunately the hasty shot was blocked by the Iranian defender.

Half a minute later, the Chinese team sent a tactical corner kick quickly. After Yang Chen got the ball, he shook off the opponent's top grabbing player and sought a breakthrough from the bottom line. The Iranian defender had no choice but to break the ball off the line again.

This time, when Yang Chen and Zhang Xiaorui were close again in the corner kick area, two Iranian defenders surrounded and pressed at the same time.

Zhang Xiaorui wanted this effect, directly crossed the ball and kicked the ball to the middle.

Ma Mingyu jumped up in the crowd and grabbed the first point.

But instead of heading towards goal, the ball fell to the back post. Wu Chengying, who arrived at the horse, flew up with a shovel shot and was blocked out of bounds by the Iranian goalkeeper on the goal line.

Zhang Xiaorui trotted past the front of the goal with his arm in his arms, and ran to the other corner area again to take a penalty.

This time, he sent another tactical corner.

Taking advantage of the Iranians' lack of attention, Zhang Xiaorui neither passed the ball to the nearest Wu Chengying this time, nor sent the ball to the penalty area. Instead, he pushed a long pass to the top of the arc of the penalty area, Zhang Jihua met the ball in front of the top of the arc and shot at the ball, and the ball hit Li Tie's side waist, suddenly changing the defensive line.

However, the Iranian goalkeeper's centre of gravity had been tricked to the right, and the sudden bounce of the ball to the left made him sigh. At the last moment, the figure of No. 2 Madavecchia appeared in front of the goal line, and made a tackle on the ground, shoveling the ball out of the bottom line.

China won the fourth corner.

The exclamations of more than 100,000 people and the sighs of 4,000 people were mixed together, and anyone could see that if it wasn't for the rescue in front of Madavecchia, the Chinese team would have cheered and celebrated the equalizer at this time.

"Ahh

"That's right, if it weren't for that motor interference, we'd have equalized the score right now!"

"The Iranians are quite persevering, this ball can be saved!"

This time, Zhang Xiaorui stood in the corner area again, and Yang Chen and two Iranian defenders were staring at each other.

"Bang!"

Zhang Xiaorui kicked a low arc, and the ball went straight to the front point.

Sun Jihai struggled to get in front of the header, and the ball flew to the near corner of the goal with a spin.

The Iranian goalkeeper subconsciously reached out and blocked the ball under the crossbar.

After failing to grab the first point from several corners in a row, Iran's head coach Saeed jumped to his feet in anger on the sidelines.

But the ball has always been at the feet of the Chinese team, and he has no other way than to shout at the players to concentrate.

The corner kick continued, and Zhang Xiaorui kicked the ball forward again this time. But this time, Sun Jihai, who was prevented from death, didn't even run, and was grabbed in front of him by the Iranian defender and pushed the ball out of the sideline.

Zhang Xiaorui came to the staff along the side, took the ball from the opponent's hand, and wiped it with his jersey.

The camera passed, and Zhang Xiaorui's black face was dissatisfied with the beads of sweat at some point.

A series of corners not only put pressure on the defenders, but also the attacking players.

I don't know if it was the advanced equipment or the broadcast director did it on purpose, in Zhang Xiaorui's side face, Li Tie's palm print is still clearly visible.

And this time, the Iranian fans who had previously laughed at it could no longer laugh.

It's a motivation among teammates, a mental strength. No matter how ridiculous its origin is, at this time it has become a source of confidence and motivation for Zhang Xiaorui, and even a totem for the Chinese team to blow the horn of attack!

Yang Chen and Sun Jihai were both watched deadly, and the ball returned to Zhang Xiaorui's feet in an instant after it was thrown.

At this time, there was no room to dribble the ball, but Zhang Xiaorui still turned around decisively and escorted the ball to the corner area.

The feet of the two Iranian players who were close to the body were too unclean, and the staff who were close at hand could clearly see that they kicked Zhang Xiaorui's calves at the beginning.

In an instant, Zhang Xiaorui's two calves became blue and purple. If the Iranians show their shoe nails, Zhang Xiaorui may have hung up his color at this moment.

But this intensity of the tackle did not attract the attention of the referee, after all, this is the Azadi Stadium, the home of the Iranians, and it makes sense for the referee to relax some of the penalty scales.

In fact, even Zhang Xiaorui didn't think about injury at that time, he focused on the football at his feet.

There was not much time left for him to react and think, and in a flash of lightning, Zhang Xiaorui stood firm, adjusted his posture, jumped up and turned in an instant, and kicked the ball towards the Iranian defender.

"Bang!"

After a crisp sound, the Iranian defender subconsciously dodged to the right, and the ball hit his wrist in front of his body and bounced off the bottom line.

"Beep!"

As the referee blew the whistle, Zhang Xiaorui immediately raised his hand and signaled the opponent's handball.

However, the referee ignored it, and it didn't matter if it was a corner kick or a free kick that was already out of bounds in the corner area.

Zhang Xiaorui didn't insist too much, but quickly managed the staff to return to the football, and pressed it again in the corner kick area.

"This is the sixth consecutive corner kick of the Chinese team..."Huang Jianxiang's voice was a little hoarse, which was due to the fact that there was no saliva in his mouth.

The time had come to the 84th minute unconsciously, and the Chinese team's attack continued.

"Bang!"

Zhang Xiaorui kicked a high-quality corner kick again, and the ball swirled and flew towards the penalty area. They run over the heads of their teammates in the crowd and land right in places that are difficult for the opposing goalkeeper to touch.

This time, Li Tie jumped high in the crowd. The cabbage came in the air and the dragonfly clicked the water, and the ball was smashed by Li Tie's wide forehead, and he immediately changed direction and flew towards the gate of the Iranian team.

The Iranian goalkeeper was quick to keep the ball out of the net in the last second before it found the back of the net, and the following Bagheri flew up and fired high into the box.

Looking at the ball that soared into the sky, Aziz and Zhang Jihua collided together at the top of the penalty area. Both of them were back to back, both looking up at the falling balls in the air.

"Mine!"

Zhang Jihua shouted, and then jumped high.

But there was no touch overhead, and the ball was hit by Aziz first.

The Iranian defender did not rush to clear the ball after winning the ball, but pushed the ball towards the side, and Ali Daei, who had accelerated at some point, came out of the crowd, chased the ball along the sideline, and took the ball towards the front.

"Iran cleared the ball..."

"Now Qiu has come to the side..."

"Ali Daei, the number one star of the Iranian team, dribbles the ball..."

"The Chinese players are desperately chasing back..."

"Ou Chuliang is retreating, and he is beckoning his teammates..."

Wu Chengying and Xu Hong desperately chased back, and finally stopped the Iranians in front of the penalty area.

"Whew, I'm glad I caught up." Zhang Lu breathed a sigh of relief for the time being, 2 defenses and 1 in front of the penalty area, and the chance of successful interception was still very high.

But in the next second, what happened on the court made Zhang Lu's mouth open wide.

After being stopped, Ali Daei did not pull the side to control the ball and wait for his teammates to come forward to respond. Instead, he continued to kick forward, trying to break through from Wu Chengying's outside.

Wu Chengying would let the Iranians get what they wanted, and immediately stretched out her thighs, twisted her body, and stopped in front of the Iranians.

The ball is over, but it can't be!

Then, with a muffled thud, Alidaii fell into the penalty area.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle, and the referee from Lebanon pointed directly to the penalty spot without saying a word.

Penalty kick!

"Penalty?" Huang Jianxiang got up from the stool with a "rub".

"How can this be a penalty?"

This time, almost all Chinese fans quit.

Seeing that the game is about to end, we are on the rise, how can the referee award a penalty to Iran?

That's too biased, isn't it?!

Ou Chuliang ran to the referee for the first time, "Referee, how can this be a penalty?" ”

"Hey, referee, that's not right, he faked a fall on purpose!"

"Yes, he did it on purpose, and such a collision was simply not enough to bring him to the ground!"

Almost all of the Chinese players gathered around the referee and shouted that the decision was unfair.

However, the reason given by the referee was that Wu Chengying did not touch the ball just now, and he was slightly further back than Xu Hong.

In other words, as the last defender except the goalkeeper, Wu Chengying used his body to bring down Alidaiyi without touching the ball, which can indeed make a penalty.

"But Mr. Referee, the foul is not in the penalty area at all!" Zhang Xiaorui also shouted anxiously.

Hearing Zhang Xiaorui's appeal, Ou Chuliang sighed and didn't speak.

If the players insist on their ideas at this time and continue to force the referee, maybe there will be a turnaround, but Zhang Xiaorui's words invisibly announced that Wu Chengying was indeed a foul.

In this case, take a step back and the initiative is once again in the hands of the referee.

"Young man, I'm the referee, and I can see it clearly." The Lebanese referee's English was not very good, but he pointed two fingers to his eyes and fully expressed what he meant.

When Wu Chengying fouled just now, Zhang Xiaorui was still in the front court. Even if Wu Chengying's foul was really outside the penalty area, the credibility of this sentence coming out of his mouth was too low.

In this way, in the midst of jubilation, the Iranian stood at the penalty spot with the ball in his arms.

Maybe it's out of shame, maybe it's for some other reason. Alidai handed his penalty to Aziz, who himself stood outside the box with his midfield, and didn't look like he had the slightest intention of rushing forward to shoot.

Aziz stood in front of the penalty spot, watching Ochulian stand, also looking at the goal behind him.

Seeing this scene, the Iranian fans in the stands shouted with excitement.

"Hahahaha, I'll just say, we scored at least three goals today!"