The invalid penalty made a group of Chinese fans sigh collectively, and they couldn't understand why a good goal was blown away by the referee.

However, Xie Hui could see it, smiled and gave Gao Feng a thumbs up, turned around and left in a chic manner.

Left behind a group of Iranians who survived the catastrophe, looking at each other.

"Hey! What are you doing in a daze? Haven't conceded a goal yet? Stand up and kick off! Bagheri yelled.

Immediately, Aziz and others also shouted at each other, reminding their teammates not to bet on the "goal" just now.

"What if the goal goes in? We have Daei! Deei will help us equalise and then come back! “

"Yes, we have Alidaii!"

"That's right, Daye hasn't played his true strength yet, he hasn't even touched the ball yet!"

Hearing the name "Ali Daei", all Iranians were refreshed and returned to their previous self-confidence.

At this point, the camera cuts to a face with an isosceles triangle under the nose and an isosceles triangle with a clump of bottoms as long as the mouth.

On closer inspection, the scar on Alidaii's brow was scabbed, but it was still clearly visible.

He had already removed the gauze that might have blocked his view and stepped back in midfield, watching his team-mate's passes.

In Iran, football can be said to be a special kind of existence.

The unique political and religious environment has created a relatively oppressive atmosphere in the region, and there is a general lack of recreational activities for the Iranian people. As a result, football has become a window for Iranian men, women and children to seek spiritual outlet. Oh, no, it doesn't include women, because Iran doesn't allow women to go into stadiums.

Like the streets of Brazil and other South American countries, Iranians love football almost universally. In the streets and alleys, you can see a group of Iranians who have no sneakers, no flat field, and play with homemade soccer balls and simple goals.

It is in this environment where the whole people are crazy about football that the Iranian team has slowly created its position as the hegemon in Asia.

The world-famous Azadi Stadium has been in use since 1973. With a capacity of more than 100,000 fans, this devil's stadium gathers almost all Iranians' passion for football.

As long as there is a team to visit Iran, to visit Azadi. The Iranians will then use all their "enthusiasm" to meet their opponents in their most unique way. Let all the visiting teams be terrified!

After winning the Asian Cup three times in a row in 1968, 1972 and 1976, Iran also reached the World Cup for the first time in 1978. Although they lost to the Netherlands and Peru, they stubbornly drew 1-1 with Scotland.

Since then, football has been neglected by Iranians due to the Iran-Iraq war. Although the Iranian government prohibits its nationals from playing football, this superstructure, full of politically forceful rules, has done little to stop Iranians from loving football.

In the 90s, Iranian football gradually began to recover. Many talented stars appeared in the world at this time, and they were tasked with helping Iranian football regain its hegemony in Asia, and came to the Asian Cup to prepare for the World Cup the following year.

Although the Asian Cup is just a training exercise in their eyes, they have reached the final at this time, and these Persian iron horsemen have no reason to give up easily.

In the blurred screen, the Iranians once again used their tough bodies and ability to run up and down to launch a fierce attack on the Chinese team.

In the 13th minute, the Iranian threatened the Chinese penalty area with an extremely beautiful dribble.

Aziz had been forced to the corner, and at the moment he was facing away from the pitch, desperately protecting the ball at his feet. Sun Jihai was behind him, holding the opponent's back with both hands, looking for an opportunity to steal with his feet.

Just when Aziz wanted to use his body to squeeze Sun Jihai away, Yang Chen, who was making up for the defense, had already run in place.

Faced with the duo in the middle of the pack, Aziz took a late step forward and landed the ball firmly on the lime powder where the arc and baseline intersected in the corner.

At this time, Yang Chen had also pressed into place, and Aziz bent down almost 90 degrees to protect the ball, and his body overlapped with the two defenders of the Chinese team.

The friction of the muscles and the gasping of the players made the staff close at hand boil their blood to watch.

Come on, little Bs, let me see how two people can overturn one person!

Even the linesman thought the ball would eventually roll off the touchline, but Aziz, who was pressed to barely have room to stand, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. His right foot suddenly jumped up and his left foot pushed the ball into the court.

In this way, he opened up the only "way of escape" in the close pressing of the two. The ball rolled past Yang Chen and Sun Jihai's legs, and Aziz also twisted his body and bypassed the two from outside the bounds.

"Eh... This ball, Aziz passed? ”

In Huang Jianxiang's surprised voice, Aziz walked alone through a whole no-man's land on the right side and entered the Chinese team's penalty area.

By the time Xu Hong came to his side, Aziz had slowed down and stepped lightly, seemingly intending to continue to break through.

At this time, Xu Hong didn't dare to stretch his feet easily, he put his hands behind his back, leaned over, slowly retreated, and stared at the football at Aziz's feet with his eyes.

He's waiting, waiting for Son Jihai behind Aziz to make up for it, and then he and his teammates can destroy the ball at Aziz's feet.

Just when Xu Hong was looking for the right time, Aziz didn't hesitate anymore and directly knocked the ball to his teammates in the middle.

"Aziz's cross..."

Before Liu Jianhong's words were finished, a white figure on the screen greeted the ball at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the opponent had already prepared for the volley, General Fan and Ma Mingyu hurriedly accelerated to keep up, trying to break the ball before the opponent got up.

The three of them were like three sprinters, sprinting as hard as they could in the moment before the finish line.

However, just as everyone was focusing on these three people, Ou Chuliang felt that his eyes lit up, and a beam of light seemed to shoot in.

Looking at the empty stadium in front of him, Ou Chuliang could even see the Iranian goalkeeper standing on the line of the big penalty area in the opponent's half.

Instantly, a sense of foreboding came over me. Years of goalkeeping experience have made Ou Chuliang extremely confident in his sixth sense, and his instinct tells him 100% that something bad is going to happen.

Where is it? Where is it? Where is it???

Ou Chuliang's eyes scanned left and right, Zhang Jihua, Wu Chengying, Peng Weiguo, and what caught his eye were all defenders who had shrunk into the penalty area.

There is no threat in the penalty area, that...

That's outside the box!

Ou Chuliang's eyes flashed, and he looked up again. In sight, another white-green figure began to accelerate, and although he ran very stealthily, he came faster and faster, even running to the extension of the rolling ball.

"Plug it!" Ou Chuliang roared, pointing to the gap in front of him that was exposed after General Fan and Ma Mingyu ran away.

The teammates were stunned, and before the others could react, Wu Chengying was the first to open her legs and leave her defense area.

At this moment, Mansorian, who was running towards the ball, had already run in front of the ball.

In the picture, there is no fire of collision as imagined by fans, and there is no explosion of sneakers and leather rubbing against each other.

The ball slipped between Mansorian's legs like a mischievous child. Or rather, in the moment of the ball, Mansorian deliberately opened his own small door.

"Not good!" General Fan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly slowed down and looked back.

But it was too late, and after the ball was missed by Mansorian, there was a large gap in the defensive area behind him. Mansoorian had single-handedly attracted the two defenders in front of Ouchulian.

Rumble!

The long-lost muffled sound finally sounded, although it was delayed for a second or two, but finally appeared in the small screen.

Alidai, who had cut in diagonally from outside the box, seemed to know that his team-mate was going to leak the ball, and flicked the ball with his left leg under the empty defense, and slammed the outside instep into the surface of the ball.

Airplanes!!!

Wu Chengying only felt a burst of tinnitus, and the tearing sensation from her waist was like being scratched by a high-speed train.

Although Ou Chuliang reminded him in advance, he didn't have high hopes for any of his teammates at all.

It's better to ask for others than for yourself, at the moment of Ali Daei's volley, Ou Chuliang bent his knees slightly, kicked the ground with his left foot, and pounced towards the left side of the goal for the first time.

In the eyes of the fans, Daye's volley was so swift and Ouchulian's save was so slow.

The ball had grimmed across the box in the blink of an eye, and Occhulian had fallen to the ground in front of the goal line.

But for Ou Chuliang, it is better to come early than to come at a good time. The accumulation of extreme saves over the years has kept his attention highly focused on the pitch at all times.

The left hand of the fist was desperately thrown back, and he knew that it would be difficult to save the ball if he wanted to use his hands.

In his sight, Dai Yi's burst of shooting past Wu Chengying was getting closer and closer. In a trance, Ou Chuliang even saw the vibration after being torn apart by the ball.

Is the light all distorted?

Boom!

The sound of punches and balls made Ou Chuliang grit his teeth again, and before he could wake up, Ou Chuliang's whole body plunged into the side net, and the purple jersey and white net were intertwined.

As far as the line of sight went, Zhang Jihua, who could react, flew up and cleared the ball out of the penalty area. Looking at the arc drawn by the black and white ball in the air, Ou Chuliang's neck was loosened, and he fell into the side frame of the goal and gasped.