Yang Xiaoping couldn't get up, he was carried down on a stretcher.

“... Captain, I really did my best, and I'll leave the rest to you. Yang Xiaoping held Ou Chuliang's hand tightly and said bitterly.

Before the game, Yang Xiaoping not only wanted to win, but even wanted to score a goal to give to Hao Wei, who had not yet been discharged from the hospital. And now, he is lying on a stretcher, with a painful face.

His right knee was swollen like a ball, purple and bruised, and maybe even his bones were in danger. Even more serious, he will not be able to play football in his life.

Ou Chuliang let go of Yang Xiaoping's hand and said sternly to Chen Wenkui beside him: "Send it to the hospital immediately!" ”

Although it was someone else who was shoveled by Yang Xiaoping, the other party's body just pressed on his leg when he fell. Coupled with the inertia of the other party facing forward when he fell, who knows whether Yang Xiaoping's swollen right leg is connected by bone or flesh.

After sending Yang Xiaoping to the sidelines, Ou Chuliang turned around and returned to the court with a straight face.

"It's all TM to cheer me up and focus my attention. Don't run around like a fly without a head! Listen to the command, understand? Ou Chuliang's rare rage erupted into a foul mouth.

"Understood!" The teammates collectively said solemnly.

To be honest, Yang Xiaoping's injury was not due to lack of concentration, but because he was too concentrated.

He wanted to express himself too much, and he was too reckless.

What if the ball was overtaken by the opponent just now? What if you get a cross from the opponent?

There are other teammates in the middle, as well as Ou Chuliang, who is ready to go

It's not a reasonable shovel point at all.

But Yang Xiaoping did just that, not only gave the opponent a free kick, but was also carried out of the court sideways.

At this time, Ou Chuliang held his breath, but he didn't know how to sprinkle or where to sprinkle.

"Xiao Li, why was this child carried down? Don't stay with me, go down and have a look. Secretary Li said worriedly. Just talking about Hao Wei's condition, he was injured again.

"Okay, okay, I'll go." Li Hui waited for Secretary Li's words, hurriedly raised his buttocks, and ran to Yang Xiaoping's side in three steps and two steps.

"Coach Lee!"

"Coach Lee!"

At the entrance of the players' tunnel, Chen Wenkui and Han Tao, who were carrying stretchers, were crying with sad faces and helpless faces.

"Xiaoping, how are you?" Li Hui hurriedly asked.

"Coach, I'm fine, it's just that my leg is swollen." Yang Xiaoping bared his teeth and pretended to be fine.

"What did Xiao Ou say?" Li Hui ignored Yang Xiaoping, but raised his head and gave Chen Wenkui an inquiring look.

"Team Europe said it was best to get to the hospital right away." Chen Wenkui replied honestly.

"Okay, Xiaoping, if you hold on a little longer, I'll call a car to take you to the hospital right away." Li Hui gritted his teeth and looked back at Secretary Li in the stands. He really wanted to stay here to accompany the leader, but for the sake of Yang Xiaoping's legs, he had to put the leader aside.

Yang Xiaoping is famous for his hard work in the team, whether it is training or studying, he is the type of desperate Saburo. Coupled with his talent, he is one of the few students on the team who can communicate with the local people in Portuguese.

Yang Xiaoping looked at the field, and the players of the Uruguayan national team were preparing to take a free kick.

"Coach Li, you better talk to Secretary Li, it's not good to go away like this." Yang Xiaoping said sensibly.

"Okay, you wait, I'll go and go back."

Seeing Li Hui turn his head and run towards the stands, Yang Xiaoping reluctantly turned sideways and looked towards the court.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle and the Uruguayan midfielder curled the ball in the air and kicked it into the box. The ball spun in front of the six-yard line and began to move away from the goalkeeper.

In this way, Ou Chuliang could only step on the goal line.

"Mine!"

Zhang Ran in the forbidden area roared, arched the opponent on his side to the side, and directly pulled onions on dry land.

The opponent on his side was arched away, but the opponent in front of him retreated in front of him and jumped with him.

Boom!

Boom!

After the crisp and muffled sound, Ou Chuliang hurriedly took a step forward from the goal line, held the ball that bounced up on the ground in his arms, and raised his right hand high.

On the turf in front of the door, Zhang Ran and No. 10 of the national team who had just won the top with him both fell to the ground. This time, it was the opponent who was crushed underneath.

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle blew again.

This time, he pointed to the penalty spot.

Penalty kick?!

Seeing the referee's penalty, Li Jinyu, who was closest to the referee, immediately stood on end, like a cat that had been stepped on its tail.

"Hey, referee, how can you say that? This is obviously a fake fall from the other party! ”

"yes, yes, we didn't foul!"

"It's an opponent's fake fall, it's a fake fall!"

Just now he was replaced by a teammate due to injury, and then he was sentenced to death by the referee, and the irritable Jianlibao team members immediately surrounded the referee.

But no matter how Jianlibao players explained, the referee still forcibly broke through the crowd and came to Zhang Ran. When he stood up, he held up a yellow card above his head.

He could see very clearly that when Zhang Ran jumped, there was a pulling movement in his hand. Even after landing, the hand did not let go of the opponent's jersey, which is also the main reason for the opponent's unstable balance on the landing.

"Wen Kui, Han Tao, let's go!"

"No, Coach Li, let's wait a little longer, wait a little longer." Yang Xiaoping gritted his teeth and said.

"What are you waiting for? It's important to heal the wound! Secretary Li has already spoken, go all out to treat your leg, and pay for their visit to the group. Li Hui said anxiously.

"Coach Li, I'm going to finish watching this ball, I'll go after watching it!" Yang Xiaoping said stubbornly.

"Balls? What balls? ”

Following Yang Xiaoping's gaze, Li Hui turned his head. He had just run up and down in the stands, he had his back to the pitch and had no idea what was going on on the pitch.

At this time, seeing that the No. 9 of the Uruguayan nation was already preparing to kick a penalty, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

"It's... What's going on? ”

Chen Wenkui concisely recounted what happened on the court just now, and after listening to it, Li Hui couldn't take a step.

He looked at Yang Xiaoping's swollen knees, and then at his slightly immature but resolute face, and stammered a little: "Little, Xiaoping, are you sure you can hold it?" ”

"Of course, Coach Li, I can hold it!" Yang Xiaoping nodded decisively.

"Alright then, let's take a look at this last ball."

"Just watch this last ball, and then go." Li Hui whispered to himself again.

However, penalties are brutal after all.

The expectations of Li Hui and Yang Xiaoping did not bring good luck to Jianlibao, and after half a minute, after the run, No. 9 black and hard pushed the ball in the opposite direction of Ou Chuliang's save.

The Uruguayan nation immediately hugged together to celebrate the "hard-won" goal.

At the moment of the goal, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Yang Xiaoping's eyes.

He obediently lay on the stretcher, "Coach Li, let's go." ”

"Okay, okay, Wen Kui, Han Tao, hurry up and lift Xiaoping up." Li Hui sighed, and hurriedly stood up and followed.

On the sidelines, watching Ou Chuliang smashing the ground with his fists and picking up the ball from the net with a look of chagrin, Erica on the sidelines couldn't help but shed tears.

Longshou, who had never conceded a goal in all cup finals, finally fell from the altar in his final final before leaving Brazil because of a penalty.