"Hello everyone and welcome to the first round of the men's football Group D of the XXVI Olympic Games."

"China vs. Brazil."

"I'm the host Huang Jianxiang, and sitting next to me is Liu Jianhong and Liu Gui."

"Coach Liu, what do you want to say about the starting lineups of both sides in this game?"

"Hello everyone, I'm Liu Jianhong."

After taking Huang Jianxiang's words, Liu Jianhong coughed: "In this game, the coach of the Brazilian team, Zagallo, lined up a 352 formation and was full of offensive ability. ”

"On the goal line is the number one goalkeeper Dida, a player from Brazil who plays for Cruzeiro's first team."

"It is worth mentioning that Dida is the first black goalkeeper of the Brazilian national team after the 1950 Maracanã tragedy."

Although Dida performed well in Cruzeiro, there are still many people in Brazil who question Dida's skin color when he is called up to the national team to participate in such an important competition as the Olympics. For the black guys, they may only have one chance to make a mistake... Look at the ball!! ”

Just when Liu Jianhong was about to talk about the history of the Brazilian football team, the ball flew from the backfield of the National Olympic Games to the front at a speed visible to the naked eye. Qu Shengqing stuck Robert Carlos with his body on the right side, broke his right foot back, and the ball fell on Qu Shengqing's foot bone, and instantly popped forward more than three meters away.

Where has Robert Carlos, from far South America, seen this way of catching? Not even the Italian city of Milan could stop the ball so far without a hitch.

Stumbled under his feet, and although the ball position was earned, Qu Shengqing had already gone away with joy.

"Haha, the sea is wide and the fish jumps, the sky is high and the birds fly, who else can stop me now?" Qu Shengqing was delighted, caught up with the ball in three or two steps, and strode through the empty side corridor, observing the running position in the middle as he ran.

Sneaking a glimpse in the afterglow, Carlos, who was thrown away, had already caught up. Seeing that he was about to touch the ball again, Qu Shengqing was happy in his heart: "Little man, do you still want to catch up with Uncle Ben?" ”

"Poof!"

With a crisp sound, Qu Shengqing threw his right foot and kicked the ball towards the Brazilian penalty area.

In the crowd, Xie Hui and Yang Chen had already outflanked them, and Li Xiaopeng, a young Shandong player recruited into the team for the last training camp, was also hidden in the back point, ready to pick up leaks at any time.

But at this moment, a black shadow shrouded the Brazilian team's penalty area, and all the white-shirted and purple-collar National Olympic players were shocked, raised their heads in horror, and watched a pair of big heads take off the ball in the air.

"I'm a big, this sunspot is really tall!"

At this moment, whether it was Xie Hui or Yang Chen, facing Dida, who was as tall as 1.95 meters, there was a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Seeing that the ball was confiscated by the opponent, Xie Hui gave a thumbs up to Qu Shengqing on the side, and then made another gesture, telling the opponent that the next cross must be away from the goalkeeper.

Qu Shengqing pouted, Lao Tzu would be good for an assault striker to give you a cross, and there are those who pick and choose! Next time, I won't pass it on, just rush in and see who can stop me!

After Dida landed, he didn't care about the Olympic team members next to him, and after running two steps forward, he threw the ball at the feet of Zemaria.

Zemaria stopped the ball with the arch of his foot, lifted his eyes and kicked the ball into the space in front of him.

Peng Weijun turned around, quickly swung his legs, and chased the ball as fast as he could.

At this moment, a bright yellow color appeared from outside the camera, overtaking Peng Weijun at a speed visible to the naked eye, and touched the ball first.

When they saw who was coming, the Brazilian fans in the stands chanted as if they had seen the future.

Looking at the No. 18 in his eyes running farther and farther, Peng Weijun knew that with his own speed alone, he couldn't catch up with the other party at all. Subconsciously stretched out his hand and pinched it tightly on the lower left of the "18" number.

"Yo, it's done?"

Seeing the players in front of him suddenly slow down, Peng Weijun was overjoyed, he didn't expect his unintentional mistake to play a role.

But just when he wanted to take a step forward and squeeze the other party away from the side, the back of the other party's body seemed to have eyes, and at the same time, he followed Peng Weijun to move a small step in the same direction, blocking Peng Weijun's route in an instant.

"Damn, this guy is so lucky?"

Just when Peng Weijun was scolding his mother in his heart, he suddenly felt an incomparable pull from his arm, and his body leaned forward sharply, and his arm was stretched out instantly, almost not being dragged out of his place. With it, Peng Weijun subconsciously took a step forward and ran with the other party.

"Lying..."

Before Peng Weijun could say the word "", a familiar figure appeared beside him at some point.

Sun Jianjun struggled with his two eyes, twisted his head, and also looked at Peng Weijun with a surprised face. And his hand, like Peng Weijun, was firmly "hung" under the No. 18 jersey.

"It was Ronaldo, the 20-year-old of the Brazilian team, who carried the ball."

"Don't look at his young age, he's already a World Cup winner and a double Eredivisie champion."

'At PSV Eindhoven, he also won the title of the youngest goalscorer in the Eredivisie.

"Just a touch, I shook off Sun Jianjun who came up..."

Seeing the young Brazilian players on the screen, both Huang Jianxiang and Liu Jianhong let out an exclamation from the depths of their hearts.

With such wild power and just the right amount of dribbling, he is still in a no-man's land in the National Olympic defense. Overcoming obstacles all the way, the momentum is like a bamboo, and the defense line of the National Olympic Games is like paper paste.

"Jam, squeeze him out!"

Zhang Jihua yelled, but he was still a step too late.

Wu Chengying only felt that the figure in front of her flashed, and the Brazilian player with the ball in front of her seemed to have become a "two-headed man" in an instant. The body stiffened, and the next second Ronaldo swept past him with the ball.

And Peng Weijun and Sun Jianjun behind him only felt that the jersey in their hands suddenly gave birth to an incomparable force that moved sideways in the opposite direction after moving slightly to the side. In an instant, both of them let go of their hands and watched as the No. 18 team member walked away.

Seeing that Ronaldo was about to enter the penalty area from the right side, Zhang Jihua, who played as a central defender, did not hesitate and walked directly towards Ronaldo. The posture was like that of a daredevils named by a non-commissioned officer on the battlefield, and it seemed that he had no intention of coming back with his face.

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly sounded behind Zhang Jihua.

"People! people! ”

The situation on the pitch is changing rapidly, and there is simply no room for too many words of communication between the players.

Some commands and reminders often consist of just a few simple Chinese characters, or even a few notes, or a loud roar with a specific tone.

As for whether teammates can understand, it depends on whether there is a tacit understanding during training.

Fortunately, Zhang Jihua was very attentive when training with Ou Chuliang on weekdays, and for the friendship of the women's football girls, Zhang Jihua soaked with Ou Chuliang when he was fine, communicating with each other and practicing.

Hearing Ou Chuliang's roar at this moment, Zhang Jihua's ears pricked up, and his eyes bloomed with a new light.

In the green field, I saw the No. 4 National Olympic team member plugging in from the side at high speed, and hit Ronaldo's side with his shoulder with an indomitable stance.

The strong impact caused Ronaldo's figure to flicker, and his center of gravity shifted two steps to the outside. And Zhang Jihua was even worse, obviously he hit unintentionally and unintentionally, but after hitting someone, he stumbled and fell directly to the ground.

Boom!

In the dust, Zhang Jihua raised his eyes and saw a purple ball lying in front of him at some point, and there was a black and white leather ball in his arms.

"Suck ~~~~"

Ronaldo's dribbles and breakthroughs were all done in a flash of lightning, and it wasn't until Accuria confiscated the ball from Ouchulian who abandoned the goal and ran to the edge of the penalty area, and all the fans watching the game exhaled the breath that had been in their lungs.

"Lose your mother, this gringo can live like this?" Grandpa Ou patted his hands, and the rosewood rocking chair behind him immediately shook. Grandpa Ou, who had his feet on the ground, sat firmly on the chair, and his eyes were full of anger.

It's just one step away, it's just one step away!

Just one step away from Ronaldo being able to slip the ball away from the feet of Acchulian and face the empty net.

But at the moment when Zhang Jihua hit Ronaldo, Ou Chuliang pounced in front of the ball with thunder momentum and directly lay down and hugged the ball.

The 20-year-old Ronaldo saw that there was no hope of touching the ball, so he had to lift his foot lightly, allowing the left foot that almost kicked Ou Chuliang to bypass the opponent.

Turning around, the Brazilian player who smiled and showed a pair of rabbit teeth also leaned down to help Ou Chuliang up. On the screen, the two seemed to say something when they faced each other, and then a smile appeared on both faces.

"What a terrible impact, just such a person, tearing open the entire defense line of the National Olympic Games in an instant." After Huang Jianxiang swallowed his heart back into his stomach, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"That's the gap between the Chinese team and the top teams in the world." Liu Jianhong commented pertinently, "In Asia, our players can occasionally gain an advantage in physical confrontation; However, in the face of a world-class team, even Brazil, which is known for its skill, there is still a clear disadvantage in the one-on-one confrontation of the players. ”

"Let's look at the replay just now, and see, that's it, Ronaldo cleverly kicked the ball in the opposite direction of Sun Jianjun's turn. At the moment when Sun Jianjun turned his head, he rushed past him like this. Huang Jianxiang introduced the playback.

"Yes, there is also the ball of Wu Chengying. Although Wu Chengying was facing Ronaldo face to face, you saw him swaying left and right, Wu Chengying didn't even react and let the other party break through easily. ”

Liu Jianhong also shook his head and criticized the players on the field, "If it weren't for Zhang Jihua's deliberate collision, maybe with speed alone, Ronaldo would have been able to overtake from the outside road and face Ou Chuliang." ”

Although he is a football commentator, he is not on the field, so he can't be immersed in the scene at all.

Wu Chengying was still shaking her head and thinking about why she was stunned just now, while Peng Weijun and Sun Jianjun walked together and discussed something with each other. Stretch out your hand so that the other party can clearly see your palm, but your eyes are full of horror.

Although the vague broadcast signal did not capture what Sun Jianjun and Peng Weijun had in their hands, they knew each other.

Both hands were the one that had just grabbed Ronaldo's jersey, and in the palm of the two of them, there was a red mark that was clearly visible from the wrist to the fingertips. Even the nails of Peng Weijun's index finger had been split, and the gurgling blood that flowed out stained the nails purple.

"I feel like I'm pulling a train!" Sun Jianjun looked at Ronaldo's back and complained, "Just now, people didn't take us two normal people in their eyes at all!" ”

"Is this still human? It's a cow, an alien! Peng Weijun put his index finger in his hand and sucked, and there was nowhere to vent his anger.

The blood is salty, but the heart is bitter.