"The ball is in!"

"Goal!"

"We broke through the door of the Japanese team!"

Xie Hui's goal made all the Chinese fans go crazy.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

And when the fans came to the scene with a wantless mood of "tacit understanding to see you advance", they saw a goal scored by the Chinese team, which was definitely an unexpected joy.

"Who said that you want to play tacit ball with little Japan? We're just going to win him! ”

"That's right, kill Little Japan!"

"Kill them! Draw against Japan? ”

"We're going to take it into our own hands!"

"In your own hands!"

"It's full of blood, and the blood is boiling! To fight for the qualification~~! Fight~~ Fight!! Fight~~Fight for !! In the stands, an older brother in his forties suddenly stood up, took off his clothes and sang loudly.

Although there is only one sentence repeatedly, it is enough to ignite the enthusiasm of the surrounding fans.

Emotions are contagious, and after a while, the entire national football fans in the stands chanted in unison.

"Team China!"

"Bang Bang!"

"Come on!"

"Bang Bang!"

Fans applauded to a neat drum beat and cheered on the team they loved.

At this moment, Liu Jianhong also felt it.

"Why did we want to qualify peacefully with Japan? Can we only finish third in the group? Why can't it be the second? Why can't it be the first? Even if we want to defeat the Korean team, we can do it if we win. See Brother Xiang, what do you say? ”

"Director Liu is right." Huang Jianxiang nodded and said, "Joining forces with Japan to defeat the South Korean team is implemented on the basis of Uzbekistan's victory over Syria. If Uzbekistan really wins Syria in the last game, then the Chinese team can achieve the goal of eliminating the South Korean team whether it is a draw or a win. In that case, why can't we do this with a single victory? Why can't you give back to the fans with a win? ”

Huang Jianxiang's answer was loud, and these few words directly said to the hearts of the fans.

"This host is so right! If you want to qualify, you have to win, you have to rely on yourself to qualify, you can't rely on other people's charity! My grandson Chen Tang nodded and said seriously.

"Haha, Chen Tang, look at how conscious people are!"

"Yes, learn more from the elderly. Speaking of which, your grandfather and I are also the same generation, shouldn't you express it! ”

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the national football team score a goal, the owner of the game hall was also very pleased. But looking at the college students laughing and playing in front of him, he became more and more puzzled.

While my grandson Chen Tang was cleaning up the plastic bag full of confetti, the boss leaned in and asked, "Little comrade, if I guessed correctly, you are Japanese, right?" ”

"That's right!" My grandson, Chen Tang, nodded.

"Then why don't you support your national team, but the Chinese team?" This question that had accumulated in the boss's mind was finally asked.

My grandson Chen Tang blinked, "Mr. boss, football players have borders, but fans have no borders!" ”

"My grandson, come on, it's time to kick off again!" The roommates laughed and greeted my grandson, Chen Tang, and this kind of name that can get "double happiness" makes these college students happy every day.

The Chinese team took a 1-0 lead, and the Japanese players on the field were at a loss, so they had to turn their heads to the sidelines to ask the head coach for help.

Kamo Zhou looked at the score that had become 0-1, and waved his hand fiercely, signaling that the players could start attacking in a big way.

In the 83rd minute, Ming Bo Hao forced a breakthrough in the middle and was tackled to the ground by Sun Jihai's two-legged flying shovel, and the Japanese team won a free kick in front.

Right-back Naoki Soma stood in front of the ball, and the rest of his teammates had already run into the box to participate in the rush, and it seemed that the goal was inevitable.

After the referee's whistle, Naoki Soma pocketed his right foot and kicked the ball near the penalty spot. Miura struck a header in the crowd and barely managed to head the ball towards goal.

At the critical moment, Ou Chuliang leaned over and reached out to stop the ball in front of the goal line.

In the next second, when Zhang Jihua, who was running to the second landing point, wanted to clear the siege, he suddenly heard a roar in front of the door!

"Mine!"

Zhang Jihua's body was shocked, and he subconsciously opened his arms slightly, slowed down, and protected himself in front of the ball.

Ou Chuliang, who quickly got up from the ground, fell down for the second time and firmly held the ball in his arms, leaving all the Japanese attacking players in vain.

Seeing that the opposing goalkeeper confiscated the ball, the Japanese players had to retreat like a tide, waiting for the next opportunity to organize an attack.

However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't see Ou Chuliang kick off. In the end, even the referee waited until he was impatient, and Ou Chuliang knelt down on one knee and gently smoothed it, handing the ball to General Fan, who was closest to him.

General Fan immediately pulled the side after the ball, Sun Jihai had already retreated to his own defense area, and after getting the ball, under the rhythm control of his teammates, he did not quickly take the ball forward, but took a few steps and gently pushed it, handing the ball to Jiang Feng, who came to answer.

In this way, the Japanese team's "desperate counterattack" was worn to pieces under the sudden and sudden decline in the rhythm of the Chinese team. Whenever the Japanese players attacked the Chinese team in front of the goal without success, the ball would eventually come to the feet of Ou Chuliang.

Regardless of whether he could use the ball in his hand or not, Ou Chuliang had to "hesitate" for a long time before passing the ball out. In this way, time passed minute by minute, and the Chinese team really became a "foreign grinder".

In the 92nd minute, the ball was once again cleared out of the penalty area by the Chinese team, and even kicked past the midfield.

The defenders of the Japanese team hurriedly turned around to chase the ball, and after Ihara Masami got the ball, he stuffed it directly to Naoki Soma, who stepped on the corner between the sideline and the middle line. The latter, after taking a few steps forward, saw that there was no better passing space, so he had to bite the bullet and take it all the way.

After barely passing two defenders in a row, under the bag of Zhang Jihua and Jiang Feng, Naoki Soma had no choice but to fly up before losing the ball.

The ball soared into the sky, and Ou Chuliang just glanced at it casually, and then did not react again.

"Beep, beep, beep!!"

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, and it was only in the final minutes that Japan launched three attacks that did not pose a big threat.

Hearing the whistle, Kamo Zhou shook off his right arm fiercely. He knew that his name would forever be buried in the history of Japanese football, and he was still branded as "China-phobic".

"Ou Chuliang really has the style of a general!" Wang Junsheng in the stands slowly praised, "At the beginning, I asked him to play in the A-level game, and I was worried that he would not be able to control the scene, and whether there would be obstacles to communication with his teammates." Now it seems that I was really worried. Compared with Lao Xu's vision, I am ashamed of myself! ”

Fans with a little football knowledge can see that the Japanese team really "killed" after the Chinese team scored. However, due to Ou Chuliang's "leading delay", the Japanese team could only rely on "blindfolding" to end the game in the end.

After the game, Wu Chengying quickly ran to Ou Chuliang and took off his gloves for Ou Chuliang. Under the gloves, Ou Chuliang's ten fingers were wrapped in bandages.

Ou Chuliang untied the bandage himself, and then spit out the chewing gum that had been chewed to the point that it had no taste, and formed a ball. Wu Chengying reached out to pick it up again, but this time Ou Chuliang shook his head and did not hand him the garbage.

Looking at the two people walking side by side to the sidelines, Sun Jihai, who was standing in place with his waist pinched, suddenly felt a sense of envy.

Which defender doesn't want to have a good relationship with the goalkeeper?

Just as Sun Jihai was staring at the two of them blankly, a big hand suddenly covered the top of his head, messing up his natural scroll again.

"Boy, good kick!"

As soon as the top of his head sank, before Sun Jihai could react, General Fan beckoned Xie Hui to walk to the sidelines.

Subsequently, Zhang Jihua, Xu Hong, Jiang Feng and others also stepped forward one after another, patting Sun Jihai's head, shoulders, and back. Under the pat of his teammates, Sun Jihai writhed around on the court like a puppet.

The 19-year-old Wanda's explosiveness and ability to read the game in the final moments of the game has earned him the approval of the big brother of the national team.

No matter how weird a player's personality is in private, as long as he fits into the team on the pitch, he is a good player.

According to Sun Jihai's later recollection, this was the first time he was not angry when someone messed up his hairstyle; It was also the first time that so many teammates greeted him after the game.

Looking at the backs of his teammates talking and laughing, Sun Jihai chuckled, "It seems that it's not bad to blend in... Yes!!! ”

Just fell into the joy of "integrating into the collective", Sun Jihai only felt a pain behind him, and then the left half of his buttocks hurt hotly.

", who..."

As soon as Sun Jihai turned around, he saw Wu Chengying shaking his thumb at him expressionlessly, and then passed by him like no one.

On the other side, Ou Chuliang smiled: "Jihai, Xiao Hei is praising you!" ”