After Qu Shengqing left the game, because there was no substitution quota for the National Olympic Games, he could only fight with 10 people.

Looking at the "4" raised by the fourth official on the sidelines, all ten people on the National Olympic field swallowed and spitted.

Victory, already getting closer and closer to them.

It's a dragon or a worm, success or failure in one fell swoop!

In the 91st minute, No. 2 Zemaria ran forward and threw a throw-in from the wing. The brick knife used his chest to block and stop, and while jamming Shen Si with his body, he swept the ball towards the bottom line with one kick.

No. 18 Ronaldo plugged in at great speed, and although he had been running for 90 minutes, his speed could still exceed that of most of the National Olympic defenders.

In front of the baseline line, Ronaldo stepped around, whether it was moving his upper body horizontally or straddling his feet, he did not shake off Yao Xia who was staring at him.

In desperation, Ronaldo could only force a squeeze inward, trying to use his body to break through Yao's defense.

But Yao, who had just been replaced on the field, was full of physical strength and stuck Ronaldo with his body for the first time. Seeing that he couldn't control the ball, the alien could only stretch out his last kick and kick the ball towards the middle.

Unintentionally, the ball was passed just right, and as soon as Ou Chuliang turned his head at the front post, Juninho near the penalty spot had already jumped high and shook his head in the air to head the ball into the far corner.

The opponent is one step ahead of himself in both passing and attacking, and the direction of the header is still in the far corner. Ou Chuliang, who was standing in the near corner, could only watch the ball fly towards the goal.

Boom!

A heartbreaking sound rang out for all Brazilians, and Juninho's header hit the crossbar just right at the junction of the post and the crossbar, and bounced back into the field.

This time, no one reacted as quickly as Ou Chuliang.

The purple-robed young player of the National Olympic Games stepped forward with an arrow step, jumped on one leg to take off the ball, and held it firmly in his arms.

Seeing that the attack was hopeless, the Brazilians had no choice but to retreat like a tidal wave.

However, Ou Chuliang's big foot was still intercepted by the Brazilian from the midfield, and after three passes and two downs plus a personal breakthrough, the ball came to the front of the National Olympic penalty area again in less than a minute.

Bebeto pulled left and right, and finally lost the ball after Wu Chengying and Yu Xiangwei put tackles in a row. However, just as Sun Jianjun wanted to step forward and kick the ball away, a yellow figure flashed and took the ball away from his feet again.

"Carlos!" Huang Jianxiang exclaimed.

However, the left-back of the Brazilian team still did not perform a miracle, and Li Ming, who arrived in time, directly put a tackle before he stepped into the National Olympic penalty area, and knocked him to the ground.

Carlos, who rolled twice after falling to the ground, was lying face up in the National Olympic penalty area, covering his face with his hands. He himself knew that just one more metre forward the free-kick would turn into a penalty.

Li Ming didn't say anything about the referee's yellow card, but stood on the wall with his teammates.

The place where the foul was committed was on the edge of the penalty area, and this time, Ou Chuliang actually discharged 6 people into the wall!

"If nothing else, this is Brazil's last chance." Huang Jianxiang said softly.

"yes, there's not much time left for Brazil." Liu Jianhong also nodded.

There is one less person, and so many people are taken out to line up the wall, so you are not afraid of the other party's sneak attack?

"Don't be verbose, just listen to me!" Ou Chuliang snorted coldly and glared back at Zhang Jihua.

It's the last minute, and there's no room for mistakes. If Brazil is allowed to score at this juncture, then the efforts of the national Olympic team will be in vain.

It took a point to work hard, and there are still two group games in the next round, how can these "remnants of the defeated soldiers" fight?

The neat six people stood in a diagonal line in the penalty area, leaving only a small gap between the human wall and the goal, but it was blocked by Ou Chuliang with open arms.

The other three stood next to each other, stuck in position and watching out for the opponent's follow-up shot.

Carlos frowned, he had already set the valve core, but he didn't know how to kick the free-kick.

At the beginning of the twentieth century, the Brazilian team had many free kick masters, not to mention Carlos, just Rivaldo, Ronaldo, Savio and other players were actually very good at free kicks at their feet.

But unfortunately, at this time, it was still Carlos and Juninho who were standing in front of the ball, and this Juninho was not Juninho Jr.

Juninho. Paulista, popularly known as Juninho the Great. The little man who plays in Myburgh today is far from reaching the peak level of later generations.

When Juninho was clear, Ou Chuliang was very relieved to let the wall help him defend a goal, because another free-kick master of the Brazilian team who can kick a leaf slash may still be shining the shoes of his teammates in Gremio at the moment.

It's a big gamble!

Ou Chuliang not only bets that the opponent will not choose to attack the goal from the range of the human wall, but also bets that his teammates can all sacrifice themselves to block the eye-catching in the face of the opponent's strong bombardment in the face of the opponent's strong bombardment.

When everything was ready, Ou Chuliang patted his face vigorously to make himself more energetic.

It's the last kick, the last kick. Ou Chuliang, you have to come on!

Cheering himself on, Carlos began to run with his habitual little broken steps.

Left foot? Right foot? Internal rotation? External rotation?

With such a close distance, Carlos didn't run too far, and he didn't have much time for Ou Chuliang to think about it.

Rumble!

An explosion sounded again at the front of the National Olympic penalty area, and Ou Chuliang in front of the goal line decisively fell to the left and stretched his body.

Boom!

Dust and smoke flew in front of the National Olympic goal, and the ball was slammed with both fists.

Walk around with the wind all over the rocks, and bow into the yellow sky in black and white!

This time, Carlos' powerful volley from his right foot hit Ochulian with precision.

When they saw that Ou Chuliang rejected Carlos's free kick again, all the Olympic fans, including the players on the field, let out a long sigh from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's okay, it's okay... Disaster... I dodged again..."

At the moment when everyone was stunned, Ou Chuliang quickly got up from the ground and chased after the flying ball.

On the other side of the penalty area, Rivaldo, who was hidden behind Ronaldo, suddenly came out and met the ball, and there was no national Olympic player on his side.

"Ou Chuliang pounced again..."

"Danger!"

"Rivaldo!!

In Huang Jianxiang's exclamation, Ou Chuliang was striding forward with an indomitable momentum.

His face was grim, and his brain was spinning rapidly. Based on Rivaldo's figure, he thought about all his next moves.

The ball that flew with both fists was spun backwards with a huge spin, and Rivaldo was too fast to brake, and his left foot stepped on the oil.

In desperation, the brick knife could only turn sideways and swing his right foot to aim at the ball.

But the moment he touched the ball, he suddenly seemed to think of something.

"Not good!"

Looking at the brick knife's eyes that suddenly became resolute, Ou Chuliang secretly said that something was wrong. The waist board picked up speed again, and pounced on the brick knife like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Boom!

When Rivaldo's right foot was pressed against the ball, there was no muffled sound of the foot and leather colliding in the penalty area. The ball hit the brick knife on its toe and flew lightly into the air.

"A slap in the face..."

Seeing this, Huang Jianxiang only felt that his heart was broken.

Ou Chuliang is good at everything, not only has excellent goal-line skills, but also has top pressure resistance and ability to read the game.

Only in the defense of high-altitude balls, he is far inferior to those goalkeepers who are ten centimeters or even more than ten centimeters taller than him.

Some of the balls that other people could reach with their feet up, Ou Chuliang had to jump high to reach.

This is a congenital deficiency, and there is no way to make up for it through acquired efforts.

At this moment, all the top scouts and coaches around the world are looking at the screen.

Whether the Brazilian midfielder, who is about to land in Europe, is superior, or the rising star of the Eastern continent is better.

Deportivo in particular, they want to see for themselves whether the Brazilian he bought from Palmeiras at a big price is enough!

Just when Diochulian collided with Ronaldo from a corner kick, Rivaldo discovered that the weakness of this purple-robed youngster who defended the whole field and was almost omnipotent was in the high ball.

So at the last moment, the brick knife changed the originally intended volley to a hanging shot.

This is a fatal blow to a goalkeeper with an official height of only 1.85 meters.

Looking at the ball gradually rising above his head, Ou Chuliang stepped on the ground with one foot and jumped high without thinking about it.

When he noticed the change in the brick knife's eyes, he had already guessed that the other party was going to use this way as an end.

Because of this, Ou Chuliang flew forward without hesitation. Because he knew that if he stopped and retreated, it would be too late.

At this moment, Ou Chuliang was like a young eagle that had just jumped out of a bird's nest on a mountain cliff, taking off for the first and last time in his life.

Rivaldo's heart was reassured, and the touch of his toe just now made him know that the ball would eventually fall into that damn gate.

But just when he wanted to raise his hands in celebration, he found that when the light in front of him was pressed, a purple figure was actually raised together with the climbing ball.

Ou Chuliang in the air gritted his teeth, looked at the ball that was getting closer and closer, leaned over as much as he could, and stretched out his right hand high.

Kiss~

After a second in the air, Ou Chuliang's fingertips finally touched the lower part of the ball.

With just a flick, the ball rose to a slightly invisible height in an instant.

Then he flew through a distance of seven or eight meters in the air, lightly hit the lintel, and flew towards the bottom line.

"Beep! Beep!! ”

Just as everyone was watching the football falling out of bounds from the sky, the referee from Mexico blew three whistles to end the game.

In an instant, the sea of red quickly flooded the stadium. Five-star red flags can be seen everywhere, fluttering in the sky of Miami.