"Multi-pass!"

"Run!"

"Hurry up!"

"Hold him!"

On the pitch, the sound is endless.

In the face of Argentina, which has a more elegant and delicate style of football, Jianlibao's "South American style of football" is like a toddler in Handan, constantly attracting ridicule from fans.

"Oh, look, that black guy is broken again!"

"yes, look at that watermelon peel, his shot is outrageous!"

"Humph! That cabbage is so dirty, why is he fouling again? ”

Although the score has not changed, Jianlibao is like Li Ghost seeing Li Kui on the field, not only has he made repeated mistakes in ball control, but he even passed the ball very poorly.

Coupled with Zhu Guanghu's decisive attack required before the game, after catching up with the front ball that was not of high quality, neither Sun Zhi nor Li Jinyu could adjust their body shape to shoot in a short period of time.

As a result, most of Jianlibao's shots became extremely biased. From the opening to the present, Jianlibao has contributed a total of five shots, four of which have been kicked outside the goal frame. The only time he hit was after Zhang Xiaorui took a corner kick, and Sun Zhi barely headed it over.

Zhu Guanghu's face on the sidelines was grim, his original intention was good, he wanted the players to attack more concisely and fluently, and use rhythm to defeat the opponent.

But he didn't expect that when Jianlibao faced Argentina, it would be difficult to send a wonderful pass with the opponent's familiar offensive style.

Even if Sui Dongliang gave up the left side and approached Zhang Xiaorui to assist, he did not reap the desired effect.

For a while, Zhu Guanghu once again fell into self-doubt, in front of the originator of "South American style", what method should such a Jianlibao use to defeat the opponent.

In the 21st minute, the Argentine sent a rare long pass.

Samuel pinpointed Riquelme up front and slotted a ball over the top from the halfway line.

Faced with the bag of two people on one side and one side, Riquelme calmly coped with it.

first pressed Hao Wei's header, and then stopped the ball in front of him with his chest; When facing Li Tie's snatch again, he stepped forward with his right foot and turned around in an instant, facing Li Tie with his back to Li Tie.

With a bang, Li Tie's pectoral muscles hit Riquelme's back. The latter had an unstable center of gravity and lay on the ball on the spot.

Li Tie, who knocked the opponent down, raised his hands for the first time, but the whistle in the referee's mouth still sounded.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The referee warned Li Tie, who had posted it, and seemed unwilling to listen to his explanation.

Taking advantage of this, Sui Dongliang kicked the ball under Riquelme, and then picked it up with both hands and put it farther away, as if to say "this is where the foul is".

Sui Dongliang's little trick did not fool the Argentine behind him, and after lifting Riquelme up, Samuel took the initiative to put the ball back in place.

During this time, Ou Chuliang lined up the human wall.

This time, Riquelme stood alone in front of the ball. The ball was about 289 metres from goal, farther away than the previous free-kick, but closer to the middle.

"At such a distance, Ou Sang should be fine!" In the stands, my grandson Chen Tang held a small red flag and asked in stiff Chinese.

"Of course no problem!" Lao Chen, the person in charge of the fan association on the side, said with a smile, "You don't look at how far this distance is!" I'm not sure if it's closer, but such a far free kick, don't you believe that others don't believe Ou Chuliang? ”

"Soga!" My grandson Chen Tang nodded, "With Ou Sang here, what kind of free kick is 'with tape'!" ”

Ou Chuliang stood beside Li Tie, to be precise, there were nearly twenty meters between the two. But from the positive side, Ou Chuliang seems to be stuck with Li Tie.

"Left foot? Or the right foot? ”

In Ou Chuliang's opinion, the penalty spot is on the left side of the middle.

If Riquelme had spun in the familiar right foot, he would have been able to move the ball towards the centre of the box, curling Ochulian off the goal line and then spinning down to the top player's head. If he kicks the ball with his left foot, there is a good chance that the ball will go over the wall and into the corner on the left side of the goal.

It is precisely because Ou Chuliang is standing on the right side of the goal that he has to beware of the opponent's kicking of the fallen leaf.

"Okay, it's the right foot."

When he saw Riquelme's running direction, Ou Chuliang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, at least there was a high probability that the opponent would not choose to shoot.

"If he chooses to pass, who will he pass to?"

Looking at the Argentine players in the middle of the box, Oculliang's eyes began to sweep over Cambiaso, Romeo, Samuel and Aimar

Some of these people have superb header skills, some have a strong sense of grabbing points, some are simply experienced in earning tops, and some are good at picking up leaks.

"Beep!"

At this moment, the moment the referee's whistle blew, Riquelme quickly stepped forward and did not give Ou Chuliang more time to think and prepare.

Boom!

Riquelme hit the ball with his right foot on the bottom right of the running step, and the ball flew into the air in an instant and disappeared.

"This ball... Kicked in the wall? ”

Ou Chuliang frowned, and a sense of foreboding suddenly appeared in his heart.

Even if the five-person wall is compact, the horizontal area is larger than that of the three-person wall.

Looking at his teammates who were jumping at the same time, Ou Chuliang was desperate to see the ball through the cracks, hit a teammate, and then bounce away.

But disappointingly, none of the teammates made a backward bow, and it seemed that no one touched the ball.

Where's the ball?

Ou Chuliang was startled, and subconsciously took a step to the left.

In an instant, the disappeared ball flew into Ou Chuliang's sight again from Sui Dongliang's left side, turned a corner in the air, and swooped towards the goal.

"It's too late!"

In the flash of lightning, Ou Chuliang used all his strength to pounce horizontally to the left.

Riquelme's free-kick went around the wall and left a shadow in the air, which was in front of goal the next second.

Seeing the ball fly above his head, Ou Chuliang's left hand hanging in the air pulled the bottom of the ball fiercely, and then his body fell the turf under gravity.

Burst!

Swish!

After the ball was played by Ou Chuliang's fingertips, although it changed direction and flew upwards, it still flew into the net before hitting the crossbar. The ball was unloaded by the top net with all its strength, then landed firmly on the ground and bounced towards the corner of the goal.

Ou Chuliang was no longer visible in the camera, leaving only a black and white ball, bouncing up and falling in the goal.

Zhang Ran was the first to run into the net, he picked up the ball and wanted to kick it high and fly it.

But as soon as he wanted to throw it in the air, he was brought back to reality by the noisy cheers behind him.

yes, the ball has gone in.

Could it be that if you pick it up and kick it away, the fans and referees will feel like they have just hallucinated?

This is not a freshly bitten ice cream, as long as it falls on the floor for no more than three seconds, it will not get dirty.

Looking at the staff who had already spread their arms behind the goal, Zhang Ran knew that the goal was indeed scored.

The narrator pulls a long South American voice in the microphone, and the picture also shows Riquelme, who is surrounded by his teammates.

Argentina's No. 8 was like a king at this time, raising his arms high, clenching his hands into fists, and smiling at the fans.

Cambiaso was the first to run to him, shaking Riquelme's head with both hands, eager to kiss him.

But Samuel didn't care so much, and in full view of everyone, he took a bite directly at Riquelme's temple.

Cambiaso grinned and withdrew his hand, as if Samuel had just bitten him in pain.

"Riquelme's free-kick..."

Ou Chuliang pounced.

"The ball went in."

In Zhang Lu's unhappy and sad voice, it seemed that all of China let out a low sigh at this moment.

"How can this goal be scored? How did he get in at such a distance? ”

Under Chen Tang's doubts, the camera lenses from all angles replayed the goal just now.

Riquelme's free-kick was so tricky that it was matched by his quick run, and Acchulian didn't even recognize that he had kicked a free-kick that went around the wall after he got up.

The ball spun dramatically around the wall and plummeted, and even though Ocullian tried his best to save it at the last minute, it still didn't stop it from flying into the net.

"Ou Chuliang has done well enough." Zhang Lu said a little helplessly, "It's a pity that Argentina's No. 8 Riquelme's free kick was too tricky, even if Ou Chuliang pounced, it didn't stop it from flying into the net." ”

"Now the score on the field is 0-1, and the Chinese team is one goal behind."

"Tiezi, come here!"

After Ou Chuliang got up, there was no annoyance on his face, and he didn't even look back at the ball in Zhang Ran's hand.

The cabbage wilted and ran to Ou Chuliang, waiting for a reprimand.

Looking at Li Tie's appearance, Ou Chuliang just wanted to say, "Didn't I tell you to start early" and took it back stiffly, and after thinking about it, Ou Chuliang said: "Tiezi, this time you know what I meant by what I said to you before the game, right?" ”

"Brother Ou, I, I know." Li Tie lowered his head and said with annoyance.

"Just know, it's not too late." Ou Chuliang sorted out the cabbage on Li Tie's forehead, so as not to let others see that Li Tie was young, but his hairline was already extraordinary.

"Brother Ou, I'll pay attention next time! Oh no, no, there's no next time! Li Tie assured.

"Whether there is a next time is not the key, the key is that you can't pick wool on your body alone. What about the rest of your teammates? Do they all know what to do? ”

"Nope." Hearing this, Li Tie's face turned red again.

He felt that since he was a midfielder, he could just do the dirty work on his shoulders alone, and he didn't need other teammates to share it.

Now it seems that it is his "commitment" that has caused the defensive rhythm of the whole team to not keep up.

"Then you can talk about it now." Ou Chuliang said solemnly, "Also, it's not just No. 8. Anyone who dribbles the ball past the midfield can either let him pass or force him down, and he must not be allowed to pass so easily. Do you understand? ”

"Brother Ou, what are you talking about..."

"Remember, as long as it's 1v1, give me a little harder!" After Ou Chuliang finished speaking, he looked at the Argentines who were celebrating, and his eyes showed a rare ferocity.