"Ou Chuliang's hand throws the ball very far!"

"Accurately found Tan Ende on the side!"

"Tan Ende received the ball and handed it to Xie Hui!"

Huang Jianxiang and Liu Jianhong can't care about recalling the loss of Cornese just now, and as the camera moves, fans can clearly see that the National Olympic Games formed a 3-on-2 situation in the Hungarian half.

Although there are still three Hungarian defenders chasing back, there are only two defenders left in front of the three Olympic strikers.

Xie Hui dribbled the ball very quickly because there was an open space in front of him, and he just had to kick the ball far away and chase it with all his might.

In just three seconds, the camera spans the entire stadium and reaches the front of the Hungarian penalty area.

Xie Hui, who was holding the ball, had stepped on the line of the Hungarian penalty area, and Tan Ende and Yang Chen also began to intersperse runs.

In the face of the interception of the Hungarian defender, Xie Hui picked up his toes, subconsciously kicked the ball to the left front, and then chased after it.

Seeing this, the two Hungarian defenders immediately surrounded them. Because Yang Chen and Tan Ende had already run to Xie Hui's right side, if all of Xie Hui's passing routes could be cut off, then Yang Chen and Tan Ende would become useless people.

"Pass, pass, pass, pass!" Ladd shouted anxiously from the sidelines.

Xie Hui and Qu Shengqing, the two forwards, were raised by him, and Tan Ende and Zhuang Yi were veterans of Qi Wusheng's era.

Now Tan Ende has become Qu Shengqing's substitute, and Zhuang Yi was not selected for the National Olympics at all.

The two have had disagreements over the selection of people, and now it's time to see the real thing!

Such a good opportunity to counterattack, if Xie Hui hadn't grasped it...

But history has inertia, and for some players, it's gold, and it always shines.

At this moment, Xie Hui, who was lonely, suddenly straightened his waist and accelerated again. Instead of slowing down, the body chasing the ball sped forward as it took the final step.

The succession allowed Xie Hui to take the first step, and by the time the two Hungarian defenders were in place, the ball had rolled from under their feet against the turf to the middle.

"Xie Hui's cross!!"

In Huang Jianxiang's exclamation, the ball passed under the armpit of the Hungarian goalkeeper and rolled in front of the Hungarian goalkeeper like a tourist.

Tan Ender didn't hesitate anymore, flew forward, and tried to push the ball into the goal with his toes.

But he was still a step too late, and watched the ball slip away from him.

"Alas!"

Tan En let out a long sigh in his heart, turned his head, and another white figure came out from behind him at some point, and hit the pillar with a "bang".

The rolling ball just hit the root of Yang Chen's thigh and bounced towards the goal, and when the ball just crossed the goal line, all the Chinese fans in the stands stood up and cheered loudly.

"Ball in, lala!!"

"Yang Chen!"

"No. 12 Yang Chen!"

"Yang Chen scored a goal!"

"The Chinese team took a 1-0 lead !!"

After the goal, Yang Chen slowly stood up with the help of Tan Ende, holding on to the goalpost, and the huge pain washed away the joy after the goal. Yang Chen did not run to the sidelines to interact with the audience or ask the coach for credit, but half-raised his right fist and slowly ran back to his own half.

But this was enough to arouse the enthusiasm of fans across the country, and some fans even took a 500-ring hanging whip and went to the yard to light it without saying a word.

"Old Yang, are you okay?"

The camera shot very blurry, but Tan Ende, who was close at hand, could clearly see the painful expression on Yang Chen's face.

"It's okay, it's okay, hit the thigh, it's okay!"

"Really hit your thigh? That's good, that's good..."Tan En had to wipe the sweat from his forehead, see through it or not, let's save some face for my teammates.

In order to score this goal, Yang Chen also fought hard. When Yang Chen ignored the goalpost and desperately grabbed the point, Yang Chen's image in Tan Ende's heart instantly became taller.

The National Olympic Games are leading, and there is jubilation inside and outside the field.

It's good to get ahead, and all that's left is to keep up the good work and go to the next city.

After the score was rewritten, Hungary decisively strengthened their defense. And luck doesn't seem to be on the side of the National Olympics, Shen Si's push hit the post, Tan En's header was saved, although the National Olympics attacked like a tide, but it was always a little worse.

As the minutes passed, the score on the field was still 1-0.

"Oh my God, let the time pass a little faster! Let's hope that's the end of the game! ”

"Yes, yes, don't be a moth! That's the end of it! ”

Looking at the little change in time and the immovable score, the fans subconsciously prayed.

"Coach Liu, the latest news, the score of Nigeria and Brazil is still 0-0. Analyze what Group D would look like if it were to end with this scoreline. ”

"If the two sides keep the current score until the end, then it will be Nigeria and China to qualify hand in hand!" Liu Jianhong affirmed after holding his glasses.

"The current form of qualifying is beneficial to the Chinese team, and whether the game over there is maintained or Nigeria scores, it will be the Chinese team that will qualify."

"So..."

Just as Liu Jianhong was turning, a murmur suddenly sounded in the headsets of the two.

As soon as the noise sounded, Huang Jianxiang chuckled in his heart, and secretly said that it was not good.

Sure enough, after the director's prompt sounded, the assistant on the side also handed him a note.

Seeing the above content, Huang Jianxiang's heart was cold for a moment.

"Ahem, ahem... Now for a text message. ”

"The latest news, the Brazilian team scored a goal by No. 18 Ronaldo, and the Brazilian team is currently leading 1-0."

The news of Brazil's goal exploded like a bombshell in the hearts of fans.

The faces of the fans who understand changed greatly, and the fans who didn't understand also tensed their nerves after listening to the explanation.

"The Brazilian team scores, then the Chinese team will score at least two more goals!" Liu Jianhong announced an "unfortunate" news.

"Now China, Brazil and Nigeria are equal in points, but China has no goal difference, while Brazil has two and Nigeria has two. If the Chinese team doesn't score again, then it will still be us who will be eliminated. ”

The news spread quickly, and within a minute, the whole Olympic team also knew the news that Brazil was leading.

Ladd played his cards in succession and replaced them with two offensive players.

"The Chinese team must hurry!" Liu Jianhong said solemnly. "There is not much time left for the Chinese team!"

After learning that Brazil had scored, Xie Hui, Yang Chen, and Tan Ende bombarded the Hungarian goal, Shen Si, Yao Xia, Sun Jianjun and Zhou Xi also continued to move forward, and even Li Ming, Zhang Jihua and Xiao Jian rarely returned to their own half.

Under the command of Ladd, the formation of the National Olympic Games has become 343.

"Goals, goals!"

When Xie Hui's header flew out of the bottom line against the beam again, a sigh rang out in the living room again.

"Xiaowei !!" Seeing a black head blocking his vision again, the white squad leader picked up his slippers and threw them at him without saying a word, "If you can see it, just watch it, and if you can't see it, let it go!" ”

Everyone in the living room was shocked, and they were all so frightened by the momentum of the white squad leader that they shrank their necks.

"It would be nice if Nigeria also scored." The man with glasses sighed.

"You think it's so easy!?" Huang Wu pursed his lips and replied.

But in fact, why didn't he think so in his heart?

If only Nigeria could score!

After all, it is certainly much easier for Nigeria to score one goal than for the Chinese team to score two more goals...

Just when fans across the country were praying for Nigeria to score, the goal did happen.

Not Nigeria, though, but Brazil.

"The latest news, Brazil scored again."

"Carlos scored a free-kick in the 83rd minute to make it 2-0 with a free kick that broke through Nigeria again."

Brazil scored again?

After hearing the news, all the fans were stunned.

If Brazil scores again...

"It would be nice if Brazil scored one more goal!" The man with glasses spoke everyone's mind again.

In less than ten minutes, the support of Chinese fans changed from African black buddies to Brazilians.

If Brazil scores one more goal, Nigeria's goal difference will change from one to zero, and then it will be the same as China's.

Victory or defeat is not yet decided!

"Chinese team, you also fight for some energy, get one!"

"Get one!"

"Get one!!"

"One !!"

More than 3,000 Chinese fans at Orlando Stadium stood up and shouted loudly in unison to cheer for the Chinese team.

Compared with the Brazilian team scoring another goal to help the Chinese team equalize the goal difference, it is better for the Chinese team to score another goal by themselves, and the goal difference and goals are the same as Nigeria.

In the wave of cheers from the fans, the National Olympic Games almost tried their best to bombard the Hungarian goal.

In the 85th minute, Shen Si received Xie Hui's kickback in front of the arc and volleyed directly. The Hungarian goalkeeper leaped and single-handedly blocked the ball out of the net.

A minute later, a corner kick was taken. Xie Hui stood out from the crowd, jumped high in the crowd, flicked his header, and the ball grazed the left post and popped off the bottom line.

In the 89th minute, Tan Ende knocked on the middle when attracting three defenders from the opponent, and Yao Xia, who was inserted in the middle, was intercepted by the last defender of the opponent. On his side, there are two unguarded members of the National Olympic team.

On the other side, there is still no new news from the arena, and the National Olympic side has also gone crazy.

Oculyan had already run out of the penalty area and extended his range of activities to the entire half, picking up all the Hungarian big-footed clearances.

In the 91st minute, Guoao won a set-piece in front.

Shensi's cross caused quite a bit of chaos in the Hungarian penalty area, with the ball rolling under the feet of many people, and also crashing into the legs of many defenders under the desperate shots of the National Olympic players. In the end, the Hungarian defender saw the opportunity and kicked the ball directly into the Olympic half.

Looking at the ball in the air, Li Ming and the others subconsciously turned their heads and yelled.

"Xiao Ou!"

"Chu Liang!"

"Ryoko!"

Without being reminded by his teammates, Ou Chuliang ran to the ball like a wild horse galloping on the grassland.

glanced up at the referee who looked down at his watch, and then looked at the players of both sides who retreated like a tide in the opposing penalty area. Ou Chuliang did not pass the ball to Li Ming shortly, but directly made a long pass and found Xie Hui on the side.

After receiving the ball, Xie Hui ran all the way along the side, as if no one was in a no-man's land, and actually passed three defenders in a row.

Before and after the last defender came to the baseline, Xie Hui flicked his left foot and kicked the ball out of a beautiful arc and above the Hungarian penalty area.

However, the scene of the players on both sides desperately fighting for the top in the penalty area did not happen, and even the Hungarian defender who had just been passed by him looked at him in surprise.

At this moment, Xie Hui seemed to understand something.

He turned, grabbed the Hungarian full-back by the collar, and shouted: "Why, why don't you guard me?" Why not defend? ”

"Why?"

"Why?"

A series of "WHY" sobered the other party from surprise, and although he couldn't understand Xie Hui's half-hung English, he could still understand what he meant from his expression and body language.

The Hungarian defender grabbed Xie Hui's wrists, pulled them off his collar forcefully, and whispered: "Friend, the game is over, it's long over." ”

Until he heard the word "OVER", Xie Hui suddenly collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball, his legs weakened.

All the members of the National Olympic team heard the desperate three whistles after Ou Chuliang sent a long pass, and only Xie Hui was like a demon, running with the ball after receiving it.

Seeing Xie Hui's body fall like a pocket, it only took a second from excitement to numbness, and Tan Ende, who had just stood up to rest, had to open his legs again, quickly ran to Xie Hui and helped him up from the ground.

"Lao Xie, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? ”

Xie Hui's eyes were blank, and he let Tan En have to set him up.

"What? What did you say? ”

Looking at Xie Hui, whose eyes were blank, Tan Ende subconsciously put his ear close to Xie Hui's mouth.

"My fault, my fault, my fault..."

When he heard the three words repeatedly whispered in Xie Hui's mouth, Tan Ende couldn't help it anymore, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes.