"If there is a paradise on earth, Damascus will be in it; If heaven is in the sky, Damascus is as famous as it. This is a passage written in an ancient Arabic book.

In West Asia, on the east coast of the Mediterranean, there is such a "Belt and Road" node country bordering Turkey in the north, Iraq in the east, Jordan in the south, Lebanon and Israel in the southwest, and Cyprus across the Mediterranean Sea in the west. Damascus is the capital of Syria.

Syria formally established diplomatic relations with China on August 1, 1956, and was the second country in the Arab world and even in the entire West Asia and North Africa region to officially recognize the People's Republic of China and formally establish diplomatic relations.

Over the past few decades, despite the turbulent domestic political situation and repeated regime changes in Syria, Syria and China have maintained good relations no matter who comes to power.

In September 96, the Speaker of the Syrian People's Assembly, Al-Qdullah, led a delegation of the Syrian Parliament to attend the 96th World Congress of the World Parliamentary Union held in Beijing. After the Asian Cup, Syrian Prime Minister Jouabi will pay an official visit to China, which is also the first visit to China by a Syrian prime minister since the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and Syria.

For such a middle-income country, whose economic sources are mainly agriculture, petroleum, processing industry and tourism, China has always maintained the image of a major country with diplomatic relations.

Although the word "tributary" cannot be used to describe the relations between the two countries, China still has preferential treatment for Syria on some investment and construction issues.

However, the diplomatic care of the Syrian side did not bring any "advantage" to the Chinese men's football team. On the contrary, in order to "reciprocate" China's friendship and mutual assistance, Syria made every effort from the beginning to launch a fierce attack on the national football goal.

"After today's opening, the Syrian offensive is a bit fierce!" Huang Jianxiang smacked his lips.

"That's right, less than 10 minutes have passed since the start of the game, and Syria has already had their third shot on goal."

When Liu Jianhong nodded, the replay just now happened to be on the screen.

After the Syrian team's striker Zola shook off Peng Weiguo with one kick, he hurriedly kicked up in the face of General Fan and Zhang Jihua. The ball flew straight towards the moon in the sky, and Ou Chuliang crossed his feet on the goal line, indicating that there was no pressure.

Although the shot flew away, it showed the good offensive form of Syria very well.

"Due to Li Ming's injury in the last game, the head coach of the Chinese team, Qi Miaosheng, discharged a 532 formation."

"That's right, although there are five defenders, from the current situation, left back Wu Chengying and right back Sun Jihai have both taken on the task of flying on both wings. No matter how fierce the Syrian offensive was, the two did not participate in the offensive too much. ”

The fans don't care what formation the manager puts out at the beginning, they don't even understand it. They will only look at whether the number of white people attacking is roughly the same as that of red; When defending, there are not more white people than red every time.

"But Director Liu, how do I think the Chinese team is still a little out of shape today!"

"Maybe the players are still jet lag, and their bodies haven't adjusted yet." Since Huang Jianxiang asked, Liu Jianhong can't say "the Chinese team is like this"!

It's no wonder that Huang and Liu complained, although Qi mistakenly "learned from the pain", almost in accordance with the "instructions" of the fans, sent the starting players and arranged them to the corresponding positions. However, the Chinese team seems to be still "intoxicated" in the "regret of defeat" in the last game and cannot extricate themselves.

"Let's look at this ball, No. 7 Yang Chen..."

"Push to the left..."

"Change direction..."

"Accelerate..."

"It's over!"

"Yang Chen stops the ball at the bottom line and crosses!"

"Ahh

"There's no one at the back point!" Liu Jianhong also patted her thigh.

"Too much of a rush! It could have been steady. ”

"Well, it's okay to go inside by yourself, the Syrian team defender is just more than a position behind Yang Chen."

After everyone didn't succeed in grabbing points, Su Maozhen and Li Bing in the middle lane, as well as their teammates who followed up, all gave Yang Chen a thumbs up.

"No. 7 teenager Yang Chen, together with Xie Hui, Wu Chengying, Ou Chuliang, Zhang Jihua and others, all went to the United States to play in the Olympics this summer and performed outstandingly."

"I have to say that this Olympics has cultivated a lot of talents for the Chinese team."

"Well, that's right... Ay?! Come and see this ball! ”

"It's over!"

In the exclamation of Huang Jianxiang and Liu Jianhong, the Syrian team's avant-garde sent a straight kick, General Fan and Zhang Jihua actually grabbed together, and the ball slipped past the feet of the two.

At this time, the winger of the Syrian team also inserted at high speed from the other side, quickly caught up with the ball, and dribbled into the penalty area.

Seeing that the wingers of the Syrian team formed a single knife under the carelessness of the national football defenders, the hearts of the fans had just been raised, and a muffled sound of "bang" suddenly came from the national Olympic penalty area. The Syrian winger's body flew high in the air before falling heavily to the ground.

In the next second, Ou Chuliang stood up from the feet of the Syrian team's wingers with the ball like a god statue. didn't even look at the referee, and yelled as if no one was around: "Chinese team, come on!! ”

All the defenders shook and felt as if something was activated. At this time, General Fan hurriedly raised his right hand and looked at the referee, but after the referee glanced at the linesman who did not respond, he turned around directly, and turned around without even asking.

"Beautiful!"

"Ou Chuliang's ball is so beautiful!"

"This is really, really, really..." Huang Jianxiang, who usually has a mouth like a cannonball, doesn't know what's going on, and as soon as he talks about it, he becomes intermittent, as if he is stuck.

After repeating it three times in a row by his colleagues, Liu Jianhong suddenly remembered that during the period of partnering with Huang Jianxiang, he would always become stumbling when Ou Chuliang made a wonderful save, and hurriedly opened his mouth to save the scene: "It's really decisive!" ”

"Let's take a look at the replay. See! The moment Zhang Jihua missed the ball, Ou Chuliang rushed out of the goal line. Not only did he anticipate his teammate's mistakes, but he also anticipated his opponent's first touch. Not only is his reflexes top-notch, but his ability to read competitions is also very strong. It seems that Qi mistakenly brought him to the UAE is a very correct choice. ”

Huang Jianxiang pursed his lips, although his colleague took over his words in time and exempted him from a live broadcast "punishment", and he also agreed with the content of the subsequent commentary. But somehow, it's still sullen. It's like seeing a hundred dollars on the ground and being picked up by someone else.

Ou Chuliang's save just now was like a textbook, in the wide eyes of the linesman, he first fell to the ground and hugged the ball, then covered his face with both hands and shrank his head to protect himself, and then the Syrian winger, who couldn't brake, tripped on his arm.

Ou Chuliang not only showed strong body control, but also grasped the timing just right. He knew that the referee would not give a foul at all, so after yelling, he threw the ball vigorously and threw the ball to Sun Jihai on the side.

"Run!"

Ou Chuliang let out another loud roar, which exploded in the ears of all his teammates like thunder. These team members were full of spirits, as if they had woken up from sleep, and one by one they opened their legs and rushed forward.

"Hmph, I don't need you to remind me, I know too." Sun Jihai pursed his mouth and secretly said that Ou Chuliang had a lot of trouble.

He originally wanted to rush forward with the ball, but after Ou Chuliang finished shouting, he broke through with the ball, as if he did what he asked.

This made Sun Jihai very unhappy.

When he brought the ball to the middle, Sun Jihai glanced at Ma Mingyu, who was almost equal to him, struck a horizontal hit with his right foot, and then accelerated and ran forward.

According to Sun Jihai's idea, with Ma Mingyu's cooperation in this ball, it will not be regarded as listening to Ou Chuliang's command.

But just when Sun Jihai was smug about his "little cleverness", Ma Mingyu, who received the ball, saw that the defenders were attracted away by Sun Jihai, so he turned around and ran towards the middle of the Syrian team with the ball alone.

Sun Jihai is so angry, such a good opportunity, it is better to break through with the ball by himself. After opening for so long, he also knew a lot about the players of the Syrian team. He is fully confident that he will get rid of this opponent who defends himself, and when the time comes, whether it is a cross or a diagonal cut into the penalty area, it is up to him to decide.

But now, the ball is out of his control.

Just when Sun Jihai was about to stop in front of the offside line, Ma Mingyu, who was carrying the ball in the middle, suddenly accelerated.

The Syrians were stunned, they didn't expect that Ma Mingyu, who had just been looking around for a pass, would seek a breakthrough on his own.

By the time they reacted, Ma Mingyu had already dribbled the ball to the top of the penalty area three or four meters in front of the arc.

"Can't let him go any further!"

Just when the central defender of the Syrian team turned around and wanted to step forward to block Ma Mingyu's footsteps. The veteran from Guangdong Hongyuan suddenly hung in the air and shot hard with his legs.

Boom!

A thunderclap sounded 26 meters in front of the Syrian team's goal, which shook the ears of the surrounding players.

The Syrian defender on the side hurriedly made a tackle, but the tackle was empty.

Sou!

The ball hung in the upper left corner of the goal like an arrow from the string, and the No. 24 goalkeeper of the Syrian team took a step sideways and flew up obliquely, trying his best to straighten his arm, but he was still out of reach.

In a flash of light, the right-footed outside instep volley bypassed the left shoulder of the Syrian defender, cut a reverse banana in the air, and went straight into the top left corner of the goal.

"This, this, this... This goal scored? Liu Jianhong stammered.

"It's !! score"

Ma Mingyu's burst made the fans in front of the screen stunned, and before Liu Jianhong could react, Huang Jianxiang stood up directly and cheered in the microphone.

"Ma Mingyu! It's Ma Mingyu! ”

"It's 20 minutes into the game! Ma Mingyu knocked the mountain and shook the tiger and helped the Chinese team fall down and break the door of Syria!! ”