In the National Olympic penalty area, Ou Chuliang was face down, and his arms were still tightly hugging Liu Yue's legs and the ball.

"Xiaoou, how are you?"

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

What answered Wu Chengying was Ou Chuliang's cough.

Although Liu Yue's "Mighty King Kong Legs" has been famous for a long time, he has not yet practiced "fighting cattle across the mountains" to the realm of perfection.

"Liu Yue, your feet stink!" The corners of Ou Chuliang's mouth grinned reluctantly, revealing an extremely bitter smile.

"Stinky and you still don't let go!" Liu Yue laughed and slowly withdrew his left leg.

The other members of the National Olympic team looked serious, and only Liu Yue listened to Ou Chuliang's joke as a joke.

"Xiaoou, do you want to take a break?" Li Ming walked over with a snort, leaned down and hung Ou Chuliang's arm with his arm.

Li Ming is from Jinan Taishan and is a central defender of the National Olympic Games.

Although he is only 1.8 meters tall, he has outstanding physical fitness, fierce scrambles, and his style of play is not only steady, but also extremely ruthless on his feet.

Such a rebellious player, but in front of Ou Chuliang, he rarely showed a gentle side.

As the main central defender of the National Olympic Games, Li Ming is not convinced by anyone and is not angry. Being able to play as the main player in the Shandong team and the National Olympic team at this age is a symbol of strength in itself.

Although the strength is strong, Shandong Dahan has its own criteria for discrimination. The rights and wrongs are all in his heart.

If he has an enemy, he will press on him step by step; He will repay him tenfold if he has a favor to him.

Since Ou Chuliang joined the team, he has worked most closely with the central defenders. The two are close to each other in position, and they have more contact and communication than others, both on and off the field.

After a long time, Ou Chuliang impressed the Shandong man with his superb goalkeeping skills and advanced defensive experience, thus determining the relationship between his subordinates on the court.

Especially in the last game, when the National Olympic Games were behind by one person, Ou Chuliang repeatedly contributed extreme saves, which was equivalent to wiping the butts of the four defenders collectively. Coupled with Li Ming's unnecessary yellow card before the end, Li Ming's feelings for Ou Chuliang changed from admiration to guilt.

Glancing at Sun Gang, who stood up on the sidelines and began to undress, Li Ming's face was a little ugly.

Before Ou Chuliang came, Li Ming still agreed with Sun Gang's strength; But after Ou Chuliang came, the name Sun Gang gradually faded out of Li Ming's sight.

But looking at Ou Chuliang's pale face, Li Ming still persuaded: "Xiao Ou, if it doesn't work, you can go and rest for a while, and then in the next game..."

"No next game!" Ou Chuliang's eyes widened suddenly, "The coach said that this game should be played as a final!" Even if I had to go on a substitution, I had to get the substitution time that the coach had planned. In this way, it is possible not to interfere with the coach's tactical plan as much as possible. ”

"But..."

"Nothing." Ou Chuliang took a deep breath, pointed to the goalkeeper of the Saudi team and said, "Xie Hui kicked him directly, isn't he okay?" There is still a football between me and Liu Yue, what are we afraid of? ”

"Yes, too!" Looking at Ou Chuliang's resolute eyes, Li Ming was stunned for a moment, and then patted Ou Chuliang's shoulder and laughed.

The seemingly heavy hand fell lightly on Ou Chuliang's shoulder.

......

The team doctor of the National Olympic team turned around and ran back before he could run a few steps on the field, and all the Chinese fans who watched the game were relieved to see Ou Chuliang standing up again with the support of his teammates.

"Ou Chuliang's long pass is extremely accurate, and he accurately found Yu Heetail in the front court..."Huang Jianxiang even praised Ou Chuliang's free kick in order to let the national fans know that Ou Chuliang's body is fine.

After the restart, the strikers of the National Olympic Games quickly lost possession.

Before Ou Chuliang could take a few more breaths, the green desert storm once again swept through the National Olympic defense line.

No. 8 Sun Jianjun alone broke through the left and right in the middle, and destroyed two short passes of the Saudi team with his back and forth running. But in the end, they were outnumbered, and the Saudi team kicked straight and sent the ball to the side again.

Liu Yue was close to the other party's powder, and he was about to cross with his feet. Liu Yue didn't say a word, sacrificed his left foot again, and flew in front of the Saudi winger.

"No. 7 buckled, got rid of Liu Yue."

"The National Olympics are in danger!"

In Huang Jianxiang's hurried voice, the police lights in the National Olympic restricted area were loud.

Except for Qu Shengqing and Yu Xiangwei, almost all the players returned to the big penalty area and blocked the penalty area without leaking.

But the Saudi No. 7 winger's foot skills are not covered, and after a few bumps, he actually passed Xie Hui, who came to make up for the defense. In the face of Li Ming's grab, No. 7 sent the ball to the feet of No. 11 Dosari with a short pass.

This black and hard is the object of Ladd's pre-match attention, and when he gets the ball in the box, at least three Olympic players are in place. The stuck ones prevent him from turning around, and the ones who grab them go up to destroy the ball.

As a star player in Asia, Al-Dosari made a move in keeping with that identity at this moment.

The strong body leaned back, and while resisting the National Olympic defender, he raised his eyes and glanced at his teammates in front of him.

In the next second, when he gently pushed the ball towards the outside of the penalty area, Zhang Jihua and Wu Chengying and other National Olympic defenders raised their eyes and saw that the middle had been assisted by the Saudi players.

Rumble!

There was an explosion on the pitch, and everyone, including the cameraman, froze in place.

The ball disappeared in an instant, and disappeared.

What about balls? What about balls?

The cameraman on the sidelines subconsciously moved the camera to the National Olympic goal with experience, and the camera just caught a figure rising in the air.

At that moment, it was as if time had frozen.

Under the beam, a small grass that grows on the National Olympic goal line and bows outward, half of which is painted white because of the delineation of the field.

After being drawn a "national border" from its body, no one remembers how long it has remained in this position. But a second later, a strong wind struck, and its bent body immediately turned to the other side, and if it hadn't been for its roots firmly grasping the ground, I am afraid that it would have been uprooted by this time.

Ou Chuliang's outstretched right hand accurately intercepted the path of the ball, and even got Ou Chuliang's super high bounce, and actually touched the ball with his palm.

But before Ou Chuliang could rejoice, the touch from the palm of his hand made Ou Chuliang secretly say that it was not good.

The soccer ball that hit the palm of the palm did not hesitate to stop in front of it, and with an indomitable momentum, it began to move towards the fingertips of Ou Chuliang's palm, in a vain attempt to break through Ou Chuliang's blockade.

At this time, Ou Chuliang's body had risen to the limit and was about to fall to the ground.

In desperation, Ou Chuliang leaned back desperately, bending as far forward as he could, from his shoulders, to his elbows, wrists, palms, and knuckles.

Finally, when Ou Chuliang made all his attempts, his index, middle and ring fingers bent forward slightly as the ball moved.

In a flash of lightning, the football swiped past Ou Chuliang's fingertips and continued to rush forward.

Ou Chuliang closed his eyes, he had done his best.

Bang!

The eyelids had just covered the eyeballs, and there was a roar in my ears.

Ou Chuliang hurriedly opened his eyes, and the ball flying forward actually hit the underside of the crossbar.

This time, it didn't shake the steel door frame.

The rapidly falling ball even smashed to the ground one step ahead of Ou Chuliang, and when Ou Chuliang's left shoulder came from the pain of falling to the ground, the ball had already bounced high and flew high.

At this moment, including Zhang Jihua, Li Ming, Al-Dosari and the Saudi No. 10 player who had just exploded outside the penalty area, all the white and green were standing in place, staring blankly at the ball falling from the sky, as if waiting for God's judgment.

But the Saudi team forgot that the Chinese do not believe in God.

Ahh!!h

An unwilling roar suddenly came from in front of the National Olympic goal, and Ou Chuliang, who was desperately trying to get up from the goal line, jumped up on the football field again.

Looking at Ou Chuliang, whose feet were only ten centimeters off the ground, Vice Chairman Xu in the stands couldn't help but sigh: "This kid is already at the end of the crossbow..."

But for Ou Chuliang, these ten centimeters were enough.

Ou Chuliang leaned over with all his might, and his outstretched right hand was attached to the side of the beam, thickening the door frame by a centimeter in a second.

At this time, the ball that fell from a height of three or four meters happened to hit Ou Chuliang's fingertips, and in an instant, he unloaded most of his power and flew out of bounds.

"Oh roar roar !!"

There were deafening cries from the stands, including the joy of the Chinese fans and the lamentations of the Saudi fans. The voices of more than 10,000 fans are mixed together, so that the football players in the stadium are instantly surrounded by sound waves, as if they are in purgatory.

Ou Chuliang fell to the ground again, and the protective nerves of his brain severed the pain.

At this moment, Ou Chuliang's heart was like water, his face was as usual, and he was not disturbed by the noise around the court. In his eyes, there was a blue sky, white clouds, a sparkling sun, and the football lying quietly on the top net.