"Chu Liang, how do you feel?"

"Captain, come on!"

"Brother Ou, I believe you will be able to do it!"

The game went to a penalty shootout, and the burden of victory and defeat almost fell on the shoulders of the goalkeeper. Ou Chuliang was like a boxer waiting to play, and everyone around him was waiting for an arrangement.

"If you can't trust others, can't you still trust me?" Ou Chuliang patted the deliberate shoulder and laughed softly.

"Of course I believe in Brother Ou, with Brother Ou here, we will definitely advance!"

"Yes, with Brother Ou here, we will definitely advance!" The other substitutes shouted as well.

After the penalty lineup was decided, Ou Chuliang returned to the court with his teammates. The players stood in a row on the other side of the center circle, shoulder to shoulder, and watched Ou Chuliang run towards the goal with his arms in his hands.

"Ou Chuliang, you must come on!" Thousands of Chinese fans in the stands unconsciously clenched their fists and pinched out a cold sweat.

Whether it is Rosie and my grandson Chen Tang in the stands, or Huang Wu and Bai Squad Leader in front of the TV. Even Grandpa Ou in the villa sat up straight at the moment, staring at the purple-robed young player standing on the door line on the screen.

At this moment, almost all of China's eyes are focused on one person.

Ou Chuliang came to the penalty spot, and a familiar face came out of the French team opposite.

"It's Henry."

'The first player in the French team to take the penalty was Thierry Henry. Zhang Lu introduced.

"In this game, Henry's performance in the front of the French team is obvious to all, and he almost broke the goal of Ouchulian on several occasions."

"This is a very strong player, and the French manager sent him to play first, and he must also value his ability."

Henry's first appearance is basically reasonable, the main striker of the French team, the best rookie in Ligue 1, coupled with his superb shooting skills, there is no reason not to be the first to play.

Now everyone is considering, is Henry a big spectacle?

No one knows until the penalty is imposed.

Seeing that Henry bent down to sort out the direction of the ball, Ou Chuliang slowly retreated while looking at the other party.

At this moment, the fans in the stadium were silent. The fans on both sides tacitly shut their mouths and handed over the game to Henry and Ou Chuliang in the stadium.

Looking at Henry, who also began to slowly retreat in front of him, Ou Chuliang finally stood firm. Slowly arch your knees and spread your arms slightly.

"Is he ready to make a save?"

Seeing Ou Chuliang's calm appearance, Henry thought in his brain.

"Where is he going?"

At this moment, Henry saw a beating white shadow in the corner of his eye. When I looked up, it turned out to be teammate Llamas. At this time, he stood outside the bottom line, secretly pointing to the right side with his thumb.

The right side of Llamas is the left side of Henry.

Following Llamas's finger, Henry suddenly noticed that the gap on the right side of Auchulian seemed to be larger than that on the left. In other words, Ou Chuliang was not standing in the middle of the goal at this time.

There will be no one to remind Ou Chuliang that there is a problem with his position, and even if the referee sees it, he will not squeak.

But Henry didn't know what his teammate's cue meant, as Llamas's hands were hidden. Immediately after realizing that he noticed, he immediately stopped swinging.

"Do you want me to kick that way? Or is this Chinese goalkeeper going to pounce on that side? ”

These are two completely opposite propositions, and if you understand them wrongly, you may be able to pull the team back into the abyss.

With this in mind, Henry took a deep breath and began to remove the clutter from his brain.

He's a very assertive player, otherwise he wouldn't have achieved as much in the future.

By the time he calmed down, his body had already begun to follow his instincts.

At this moment, he doesn't need the help of others, nor does he need anyone's advice. Even at this moment, a shadow of King Highbury was born behind Henry's back.

"Beep!"

As the referee's whistle blew, Henry's cadence was extremely steady, and he ran in front of the ball in the blink of an eye.

However, the moment he touched the ball, Henry's eyes suddenly widened.

What the? How can it be?

In his wide-open pupils, Ou Chuliang's shoulders suddenly trembled. His shoulders sank at the moment he stepped out, and he flew out diagonally to the right.

Henry's low shot with a little bit of spin was not slow, but it wasn't close to the point of going straight into the corner.

He was shooting in the opposite direction of Ou Chuliang!

Bang!

There was a crisp bang on the pitch.

Diochulian's right hand pushed the ball out of range of the frame just before it was about to fly into goal.

Such an extreme save made Ou Chuliang fall to the ground and roll on the ground twice before he could get up. In front of the goalpost, the purple-robed young player knelt on one knee, clenched his right fist, and made an "OHYE" in front of all the fans.

"Yay!!"

The Chinese fans in the stands immediately shouted out instead of Ou Chuliang, and there were even countless female fans who shouted Ou Chuliang's name loudly, and the scene immediately became noisy.

"Ou Chuliang..."

"Pounce out!"

"Hey, hey, it's beautiful!"

Ou Chuliang reacted very quickly, and after falling to the ground, he lifted the ball out with one palm.

"The score on the field has not changed, it is still 0-0."

The Chinese were cheering, but Henry held his head tightly with both hands.

"Why?"

He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

"I know, you like to shoot the far corner." Ou Chuliang said the answer.

Seeing Ou Chuliang and Llamas in front of him make the same gesture, Henry took a deep breath and suddenly found that he had just fallen into the trap of that Chinese.

Henry likes to push the far corner, this is Ou Chuliang's conclusion based on the information given by my grandson Chen Tang and Henry's habit of shooting and passing throughout the game.

Most of France's attacking balls will come to Henry's feet, giving Acchulian a lot of opportunity to analyse Henry's every move.

After coming to this conclusion, Ou Chuliang deliberately moved the ball of his foot to the left, causing the right side to have a larger gap than the left.

In this way, Ou Chulian set up a "far corner" for the status of Henry.

Of course, this is not enough. Such a simple and inferior "trap" is not enough to fool a player like Henry.

So at the moment when Henry was running, Ou Chuliang used the shaking of his upper body and shoulders to make an illusion of saving to the left. With Henry's reaction speed, he would definitely react at the first time, and subconsciously judged that the left side was the direction of Ou Chuliang's save.

Coupled with Henry's habit of pushing the far corner, time did not allow Henry's muscles to make any other adjustments. Without having time to think twice, Henry has a good chance of kicking the side of the goal with a larger gap.

However, Ou Chuliang's shaking shoulders were just an illusion, and in fact he was ready to save to the right.

Moreover, Ou Chuliang decided that Henry wanted to save to the left, and the angle of the shot kicked to the right would definitely not be too off, and it must be based on stability.

With mental calculation or unintentional, Ou Chuliang successfully deceived the French team of an important penalty.

At this time, the Chinese players on the court were already in a ball, and Li Jinyu, who was holding a watermelon head, had an expression of "fortunately so" on his face, and was the first to walk towards the penalty spot.

After Ou Chuliang stood up, he didn't go straight down, but stepped forward and punched Li Jinyu, exchanged cheers, and then walked to the bottom line.

"Now, the pressure is on the side of the French."

"The first player in the Jianlibao youth team was Li Jinyu."

"This is a young player born in Shenyang and from Liaozu."

"In this World Youth Championships, Li Jinyu has scored three goals so far and is the top scorer of the Jianlibao youth team."

"As the first player of the Chinese youth team, Li Jinyu has to have a lot of courage."

"Presumably the coach has also consulted him, and it seems that Li Jinyu did not refuse the coach's arrangement."

"Let's take a look at Lee Kim Woo's shot..."

"The ball is in!"

"Li Jinyu!"

"Li Jinyu has overcome his fears, and he has also overcome his psychological barriers."

'He played cleanly and the ball went straight to the top right corner of the goal.

"Although Llamas pounced in the right direction, he couldn't reach it."

"The score on the field became 1-0."

With a smile that could not be concealed, Li Jinyu jumped up excitedly and swung his fist on the way back to midfield, which formed a strong contrast with Wilder, who walked by with his head down.

"Dayu! Attaboy! ”

"Kick beautifully, Dayu!"

"Yours is yours!"

"It's worthy of Dayu, play well!"

The teammates shook hands with Li Jinyu one after another, hoping to get Li Jinyu's good luck.

When Wilder came to the penalty spot with the ball and stood up, Acchulian was still standing in front of the spot, looking into his eyes, and then stepping back to the goal line.

The whole process, as before, did not say a word, not even a single provocative action.

Ou Chuliang's silent actions once again lowered the temperature around him.

Wilde raised his head by chance and saw Ou Chuliang's eyes, and in an instant it seemed to see a sea of stars.

He wanted to raise his big finger upside down at Ou Chuliang and point a little to the ground; Or put your palms across your neck and do a neck wiping motion.

But in front of Ou Chuliang, who didn't squeak, he found that no matter what action he made, it was in vain, and it would be seen as a sign of weakness. It's like a praying mantis that spreads its arms when faced with danger, but in the eyes of a bird, it's just a bigger lump of fat.

This time, Ou Chuliang still retreated to the position he had just taken. His right side is still a little more vacant than the left.

Wilder positioned the valve core and began to slowly retreat.

He, like Henry, took a few deep breaths before the run-up, hoping to calm his mind.

Calm down, calm down!

I don't need to stress too much!

I just have to play the way I normally practice.

After exhaling his last breath, Wild began to stride and run.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw the expression on Ou Chuliang's face change.

This smile is all too familiar to him.

In an instant, he recalled the same smile that had just come out of Ou Chuliang after saving Henry's penalty. As he looked up to watch the replay, Ou Chuliang's face turned to the camera. As the camera zoomed in, Wilde suddenly felt like Ou Chu was smiling at him on the screen.

For a moment, Wilder felt the temperature around him drop to freezing, and a spelled smile appeared in front of him.

That's impossible!

It's so weird!

No, how did I come up with this?

In an instant, Wild woke up from his memories. He was surprised to find that he had run in front of the ball.

The ball lying quietly on the penalty spot was like the edge of a cliff, and if he had taken one more step, he might have fallen into the abyss.

Luckily, he was on the edge of a cliff and stopped.

But the situation is still urgent! Although he stood his ground at the last minute, Wilder's running rhythm has been disrupted.

His meal before the penalty spot did not fool Ou Chuliang, who was still standing in place, waiting for his swing of legs.

Wilder had no choice but to barely lift his right foot. After a brief aim, kick the ball out.

The lack of thrust allowed Wilder to shoot the ball extremely slowly, far from the standard of years of professional training. Ou Chuliang easily fell to the left, and on the left side where the gap was smaller, he blocked the ball with both fists.

"Ou Chuliang..."

"Pounce out again!"

"Ou Chuliang saved the penalty for France again!"

"The French team has hit a wall in front of Ouchulian twice in a row."

"Hehe, Ou Chuliang is simply the nemesis of the French team!"

This time, there is no "OHYE", there is no "shout". The fans of the Chinese team shouted Ou Chuliang's name loudly under Ou Chuliang's raised arms.

"Ou Chuliang! Ou Chuliang! Ou Chuliang! ”

The living room of Huang Wu's house was already boiling, and the junior high school students responded to the rhythm of the fans on the screen, shouting loudly one by one. The white squad leader sat on a chair and controlled his trembling body. Although she is also shouting with her mouth open, she still tries to maintain the image of a lady.

Saving two penalties in a row is so handsome! It's so morale-boosting!

For a moment, Chinese fans seemed to see hope of qualifying.

"The second appearance of the Jianlibao youth team is Sun Zhi."

"Sun Zhi is from Dalian Wanda, and he is also a native of Northeast China."

"Sun Zhi is fast, humble, and the chief striker of Jianlibao."

"As long as he scores this penalty, the Chinese team will lead 2-0."

"Shoot!"

"The ball is in!"

"Sun Zhi made a feint to fool Llamas and push the ball into the bottom left corner of the goal."

"The Chinese team leads 2-0."

Sun Zhi did not turn back immediately after scoring the goal, but raised his hands to Ou Chuliang.

Ou Chuliang also ran into the camera, raised his hands and patted his teammates. Then they hugged each other and turned and walked towards the penalty spot.

Just before the penalty, Ou Chuliang encouraged Sun Zhi; Now Sun Zhi has scored a goal, which in turn encourages Ou Chuliang. ”

"Jianlibao is more like a whole than the French team, no matter what difficulties are encountered, everyone faces and bears them together."

This time, Sun Zhi returned to the team with a relaxed smile.

The big guys came around again, and they also wanted to contaminate Sun Zhi's "good luck".

"Do you think Brother Ou can still pounce on one?"

"Brother Ou has pounced two in a row, and the chance of swooping out another one is too small, right?"

"Who said that? At first glance, I didn't learn the cultural class! Didn't Brother Ou say that every time you toss a coin, the probability of heads and tails of the coin is equal. In other words, the save success rate is the same for every penalty kick because every penalty is a new penalty! ”

"According to what you say, Brother Ou can also pounce on the third one?"

"Oh my God, that's unimaginable! We played 120 minutes against France, and it was so difficult to draw. As a result, Ou Ge saved three penalties in a row, and we won. The gap between before and after is too big, right? ”

"Huh, you just know? We have to be led by Brother Ou to get to the present. Otherwise, you may not even be able to get out of the group stage! ”

The players were chattering, and there was no pressure before the penalty because the pressure had come to the French side.

The third French player who came to the penalty spot raised his head while sorting the ball and secretly aimed at Diolu, who had just retreated from the penalty spot. He knew he had to score the goal. Only scoring goals can keep hope alive for the French team.

Although the penalty was hugely important, it wasn't really a lot of pressure.

People have a herd mentality, and if a person makes a mistake, he will panic; When two people make a mistake, the guilt in the heart of the person who made the mistake will drop very low.

With the mentality of "even if I can't score, it's not all my responsibility", the third place Shangsan felt that the French player gently pushed the ball in the opposite direction of Ou Chuliang's save.

2 to 1.

"The ball is in."

'This time Ouchulian didn't save in the right direction and France scored the first penalty.

"But even so, the advantage of the Chinese team is still very obvious."

"A two-goal lead is equivalent to double insurance."

"As long as the next three penalties are scored 2 goals, it will be the Chinese team that will advance."

In the court, a cabbage head came to Ou Chuliang.

"Come on, Iron."

"Come on, Brother O." Li Tie stretched out his fist and collided with Ou Chuliang.

His hands were not only blessed by Ou Chuliang, but also stained with the good luck of Li Jinyu and Sun Zhi.

Li Tie stood in front of the ball, extremely confident.

"Li Tie..."

"It's flying!"

"Li Tie's running distance is too far, and the strength under his feet is not captured."

"It's a shame."

After the ball hit the plane in the sky, Li Tie's originally smiling face quickly froze. The upturned corners of his mouth slowly bent down at some point, and he completely turned into a crying face.

The camera zooms in, and the cabbage head on the screen has a tense face, walking towards the back midfield like a zombie without saying a word.

Back at half-time, his teammates wanted to come up and pat him on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement. But Li Tie suddenly jumped away like a spring, and muttered, "Don't touch me, don't touch me... I'll get bad luck if you touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me..."

The teammates looked at each other, but Li Jinyu took the lead in standing up: "Tiezi, it's okay, it's no big deal." Don't you just concede a goal? You see the French have missed two goals, why don't you see them like you? ”

Since Li Jinyu had already taken the penalty, Li Tie let the other party hold him. Sun Zhi also walked up and gave Li Tie a loving hug.

In front of goal, Ramas kept waving his fists to celebrate the festive moment.

Looking at Li Tie's black and smoking face on the side, a smile appeared on the face of the French team.

"Li Tie ran the full 120 minutes in today's game and was the backbone of the Chinese team's defense."

"In almost every defense, you can see the figure of desperate defense."

Zhang Lu said good things for Li Tie in the microphone, but even so, the fans still sighed. Li Tie's penalty postponed the joy of their promotion.

"Alas, this guy Li Tie is desperate to defend, but his footwork is too stinky."

"Yes, yes, he has half of Zhang Xiaorui's footwork, and we may win now."

"Okay, don't talk about Li Tie." Huang Wu stood up to comfort everyone, "Li Tie's performance in this game is obvious to all, and he is the hero of the Chinese youth team's persistence until now." Let's watch the game with peace of mind, and don't always think about the past. What if the European team pounces on another one! ”

Hearing Huang Wu's calm speech, the other little fans also quieted down.

On the chair, the white squad leader squinted, looked coldly at Li Tie on the screen, and tore a cabbage in his hand to shreds.

"Hey! Xiaobai, it's enough to tear it up, and then tear it off and the leaves will be scattered. Huang Mu held a vegetable washing basin and put the cabbage torn by the white squad leader in the basin piece by piece, "Xiaobai, you said that you are too, come to look good at the competition, and help Auntie pick some vegetables." ”

"It's okay, it's all I should do." The white squad leader blinked and replied cutely.

At that moment, Abidal withstood the pressure and pushed Lulu into the middle of the shot.

Ou Chuliang at the left post got up and shook his head, obviously not expecting that his opponent would choose to steal.

The score on the field became a 2-2 draw, and the cheers of the French fans gradually rang out. As long as the penalty kick of the youth team is saved, the two sides will once again return to the same running line.

"Jihai, come on."

"Brother Ou, come on."

Sun Jihai and Ou Chuliang exchanged fists, and after putting the ball on the penalty spot, he shook his curly hair.

This time, Lamas didn't immediately stand in front of the goal. Instead, his hands kept clapping up and down, as if he was cheering himself up.

Under the shouts of the French team's substitutes, the French fans in the stands also applauded Lamas, hoping that he could create a "miracle".

"The next penalty was taken by right-back Sun Jihai, who had a beautiful goal-line save in this game."

Sun Jihai is also from Dalian Sports School and currently plays for Dalian Wanda. Although he is only 20 years old this year, he is already a major member of the Wanda team to win the championship. ”

"Not only that, this World Youth Championships Jianlibao replaced the youth team to participate, but Sun Jihai is the only player who is not from the Jianlibao team but was selected for this World Youth Championship."

"Some experts say that Sun Jihai is the player with the most potential to become an international star among the young players in the Chinese team."

"Hopefully the youngster from Wanda can withstand the pressure, let's see how he takes the penalty."

"Sun Jihai." The white squad leader silently recited Sun Jihai's name, and his fingernails had already been cut into the flesh. "If you dare to waste the good situation that Brother Ou has worked so hard to create like Li Tie, hum hum..."

Suddenly, Sun Jihai, who was thousands of miles away, only felt cold all over his body and shivered.

"Sun Jihai.."

"Shoot."

"The ball is in."

"Sun Jihai shot the ball from the right side of the goal, although Ramas saved, but it was not completely saved, and the ball went into the net."

"3, 2 to 2, the Chinese team is one goal ahead."

Sun Jihai spread his arms and ran left and right twice like a glider, and then glided back into the group. The other players were used to his stinky performances, and they could say anything if they scored a penalty.

"Now that the penalty shootout has come to the last round, Ou Chuliang has to hold this goal, and the Chinese team can advance."

"Let's see who is the fifth player in the French team."

Ou Chuliang stood in front of the penalty spot and waited for Trezeguet, who came out in fifth.

Trezeguet, who had short curly hair, did not dare to look into Ou Chuliang's eyes like the rest of his teammates. Instead, he was almost glued to Ou Chuliang's eyes until he retreated to the door.

Ochulion and Trezeguet stared at each other viciously, without a hint of retreat.

In an instant, the eyes of the two met in the air, and sparks shot out, igniting the entire stadium.

"Trezeguet shoots."

"Ou Chuliang judged the right direction."

"It's a shame."

"Like Llamas, he touched the ball and didn't prevent it from going into the net."

Trezeguet proudly watched as Acchulian got up, then turned around and shouted at the fans in the stands.

At the instigation of Trezeguet, the cries of the French fans almost reached a boiling point.

They were celebrating Trezeguet, and they were cheering on the last Llamas to take the stage.

His fingertips touched the ball but didn't make a save, and Ou Chuliang was not frustrated. He stretched out his fist before the penalty spot and waited for the last teammate to step forward.

"Gazi, it's up to you."

"No problem, Brother Ou!"

Zhang Xiaorui, who appeared in the finale, raised his chin, showing great confidence.

As the player with the most delicate feet and the longest ball control time in Jianlibao, Zhu Guanghu deliberately arranged Zhang Xiaorui to play in the fifth place. At the same time, he also believes that Zhang Xiaorui is the player who can resist pressure the most besides Ou Chuliang.

Zhang Xiaorui's performance also lived up to expectations, and from his expression, there was no trace of fear.

When Zhang Xiaorui slowly retreated, it seemed that the whole world was still.

The sound of the wind, the breathing of the people, the occasional birdsong flying by, became the only melody of the Shah Alam Stadium.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the Chinese boy in front of them, who was darker than the French black.

Zhang Xiaorui, who was in front of the penalty spot, took a deep breath, arched his waist, and began to run. His swinging right foot determines the direction of the youth armies of the two countries.

"Zhang Xiaorui!"

"Llamas!"

In Zhang Lu's almost hysterical whisper, Ramas jumped hard, put his left hand in front of the goal line, and flicked the penalty kick kicked by Zhang Xiaorui.

Smack.

The ball hit the post and bounced back into the field.

Zhang Xiaorui, who just wanted to rush forward to make up the shot, suddenly fell on the spot, and he realized how ridiculous his behavior was.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaorui's face turned from black to red, and from red to black. But except for the 100 million-pixel high-definition camera, no one noticed the change in his face.

The French fans erupted in cheers from the stands, and Ramas waved his fist in thanks.

In the end, he became a hero and a god.

The excited French substitutes rushed into the stadium and hugged their teammates to party. But reason kept them on the sidelines, shouting and cheering in French.

The French were so powerful that they even overwhelmed the large number of Chinese fans for a while.

Zhu Guang was on the sidelines, and with Li Hui's support, he could only shake his head helplessly and remain silent.

The ups and downs came too quickly, and Zhu Guanghu wanted to move a chair to sit down. But he knows that he, the head coach, is the banner of Jianlibao. Anyone can fall, but he can't.

But seeing the players wasting opportunities three times and twice, Zhu Guanghu even felt that the balance of victory had begun to tilt in favor of the opponent.

That's right.

Originally, the situation of the Chinese team was very good, and they were about to win. But after five rounds of penalties, France miraculously equalised.

Unless every player who takes the penalty is experienced, it's hard not to be disturbed by the atmosphere on the pitch.

However, Zhu Guanghu was not angry, and he was not qualified to be angry. Jianlibao can come here, which has greatly surprised everyone. Regardless of the outcome, they are heroes!

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly sounded in Zhu Guanghu's ears.

"Chinese team, come on!"

"Ou Chuliang, come on!"

The discussion pulled his hoarse voice, put his two hands into a horn and put it to his mouth, and shouted loudly.

As a starter, you can't do your part in the penalty shoot-out, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

At this time, he was not even qualified to go on the court and high-five his teammates to encourage him, so he could only stand in front of the sideline and encourage his teammates with his voice over and over again.

"Chinese team, come on!"

"Ou Chuliang, come on!"

The substitutes and staff on the sidelines also joined in the discussion, shouting in unison.

But the voices of a dozen people were too small, and they seemed so insignificant in the French language that was all over the world.

"Team China!"

"Add ~~~ oil !!"

"Team China!"

"Add ~~~ oil !!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew at Shah Alam Stadium, and a bright five-star red flag was waving in the wind.

Rossi stood on the seat with one leg and danced a big flag with both hands.

"Team China!"

Rossi's deep voice was a little hoarse, but it could pass a hundred meters, so that all Chinese fans in this stand could hear it clearly.

"Add ~~~ oil !!" Thousands of fans stood up and shouted in unison.

"Team China!"

"Add ~~~ oil!"

"Ou Chuliang!"

"Add ~~~ oil!"

The simple and powerful Chinese instantly penetrated the sound barrier of the French and soared into the sky.

Ou Chuliang stepped forward and patted Zhang Xiaorui on the shoulder, and comforted, "It's okay, Gazi, let's look at my brother next!" ”

As he spoke, Ou Chuliang slapped Zhang Xiaorui's ass and pushed him into the midfield.

"Five rounds of the penalty shootout have passed, and the two sides have fought to a 3-3 draw."

"Now the penalty shootout is in the sixth round, and it's a dead end."

"The slightest mistake will put the team in the abyss."

The two sides returned to the starting point, but the rule became a one-goal winner.

"Don't look into his eyes, don't be affected by his expression!"

Looking at Ou Chuliang, who was standing in front of the ball and waiting for him, Sylvester swallowed a mouthful of saliva and remembered the advice of his teammates.

When Sylvestre bent down to adjust the valve core, Ou Chuliang slowly retreated and retreated to the goal line. On the right side, there is still a small loophole.

This is the sixth time Ou Chuliang has taken a wrong position, but in the previous five, only three have kicked to the right side with more gaps and scored only two goals.

So probability-wise, it doesn't matter if this side has a larger gap.

But there is a secret that only Ou Chuliang knows.

"Bang!"

After a muffled sound, the secret Sylvester also knew.

"Walter?"

"How is that possible?"

Silvester held his head as Henry watched as Ochryan stood up holding his right post.

At the moment of the save, Ou Chuliang only took a step to the right side and flew out.

In other words, although the gap on the right side is a bit large, Ou Chuliang only needs to take a step to the right to fly and touch the goal.

Perhaps Ou Chuliang's bounce is not so conspicuous when he breaks the top jump, but when he makes a horizontal save, Ou Chuliang's range of saves is really staggering.

"Ou Chuliang!"

"It's the young general Ou Chuliang again!"

"Ou Chuliang has made meritorious service again!"

"Ouchulian saved France's penalty again."

"It was the third penalty saved by Ou Chuliang in this game."

"With such a god, will the Chinese team achieve the final victory?"

"Ou Chuliang was like a god today, blocking the French team's shots again and again."

"Hehe, the balance of victory is once again tilted in favor of the Chinese team..."

Another successful save caused a tsunami, and the fans' hearts were like a rollercoaster.

OMG, this is just so exciting!

How many more penalties does Acchulian have to save?

How many penalty kicks do you have to concede?

But no matter what, Ou Chuliang once again used his energy to create opportunities for the Chinese team, and the fans went crazy again.

"Ou Chuliang, Ou Chuliang, Ou Chuliang~~~"

Amid the cries of the world, scouts from different clubs in Europe looked at each other.

None of them thought that the Chinese team could win, and no one even thought that the two sides would go to extra time and penalty shootouts.

However, Ou Chuliang set sail for the Chinese team again and again, refreshing their cognition again and again.

What kind of team is this?

What kind of player is standing in front of the French team?

"Charlton, you say, you said that this goalkeeper belongs to the Chinese Football Association?"

"Uh... Did I say that?"

"Of course you said that, Fack! Shet, it doesn't matter what the Football Association is or not. I don't care, I must sign him and bring him back to Europe! “

"Oh? Is it? Then I wish you the best of luck. ”

Charlton blinked, but took advantage of his friend's unpreparedness, quietly tore off a piece of paper and crumpled it into a ball, and threw it to the person behind him.

The man picked up the note, looked at it, and immediately stood up and walked out of the field. While walking, I flipped through the phone book and found the page of the Chinese Football Association.

Another save from Ouchulian made the pitch boil and once again pushed the Frenchman to the brink.

So far, no matter whether the game is won or lost, Ou Chuliang's name will definitely make a lot of waves in the sports news around the world.

The cameraman focused the camera on Ramas, the French goalkeeper's face was grim, and the life and death of the French team were all on his shoulders.

Those French fans hope that he can also perform a miracle like Ouchulian opposite.

"Let's take a look at who the Chinese team will play next..."

"Huh... No one came forward. ”

"That's not right."

"The sixth person in the Chinese team has already stood in front of the penalty spot."

"Is it Ou Chuliang?!"

The fans shouted for a long time, and when the voice gradually weakened, they found that the sixth team of Jianlibao was actually Ou Chuliang.

"Is it Ou Chuliang?"

"Ou Chuliang?!"

"It's Ou Chuliang?!"

Everyone's eyes widened as they watched the young player in a purple robe and black and white gloves stand on the penalty spot, no different from the other outfield players.

"Why Ou Chuliang..."

"Why can't it be Ou Chuliang?" Huang Wu asked rhetorically. "I read a report about Jianlibao, and Ou Chuliang's footwork on the team is also one of the best. Although dribbling is not necessarily as good as Zhang Xiaorui and Li Jinyu and others, in set-pieces, Ou Chuliang is no worse than others. ”

"And you didn't find it, Ou Chuliang's long pass is very accurate, basically referring to where to hit. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if Ou Chuliang was the first to take a penalty. ”

After Huang Wu finished speaking, everyone suddenly realized. Zhu Guanghu sent Ou Chuliang to appear for the sixth time, which is already considered "normal".

Now it's up to Ou Chuliang to withstand the pressure and seize the opportunity.

Will Ou Chuliang be able to withstand the pressure?

As soon as this question came up, almost everyone scoffed.

If Ou Chuliang can't withstand the pressure, then no one can withstand Jianlibao.

Ignoring the chattering crowd in the living room, the white squad leader was obsessed with his eyes, and almost put his eyeballs on Ou Chuliang's side face on the screen.

What a majestic face!

In the shot, Ou Chuliang's eyes were resolute and calm, and he was not affected in the slightest by the noisy shouts of the fans.

After the coach confirmed the penalty taker, Ou Chuliang stepped on the ball on the penalty spot, intending to bend down to find the valve core.

But at this moment, Ou Chuliang's eyes darkened, and Ramas stood in front of him at some point.

As with his own actions before, the one-meter-9 Llamas stood in front of the penalty spot, looking condescendingly into the eyes of Ou Chuliang.

At this moment, Ou Chuliang didn't look for the valve core anymore, but stood in place and calmly looked at the other party. No matter how fierce the other party's gaze was, Ou Chuliang's eyes were as calm as the surface of a lake, unwavering.

Why don't you go back to the goalline and stand up?

I'll go back when you've got the ball in order.

Then I won't tidy it up.

Then I'm not going back.

If you don't go back, are you going to guard the door here?

If you don't tidy up, don't you shoot without running?

That's right, Lao Tzu shoots without running, and if you have the ability, you will stand here and guard the goal.

You...

In just a few seconds, the eye contact between the two collided with countless sparks.

Ramas has already discovered this. Before each penalty, Ou Chuliang deliberately stood in front of the penalty spot, and only began to retreat when the opponent bent down to sort the ball. The relationship between the two positions is actually Ou Chuliang's invisibly giving each other a psychological hint of "you are strong and I am weak".

"Beep! Beep beep beep! ”

Just as the two men were at a stalemate, the referee's whistle blew and urged Ramas not to lose time.

Llamas was helpless, so he had to glare at Ou Chuliang fiercely and slowly retreated.

Ou Chuliang lowered his eyes and swept the ball, rubbing his foot against the ball and spinning it in place a few times. Find your way and start slowly retreating.

The moment Ou Chuliang stood in his position, the audience fell into a deathly silence again.

Another decisive moment has come.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at Ou Chuliang on the field, as if he was the protagonist on the field.

In the team, Zhang Xiaorui wanted to turn his head, but was pulled by Li Jinyu and others beside him.

Whether you dare to look at it or not, you have to use your gaze to support your teammates.

"Beep!"

When the referee's whistle blew, Ou Chuliang raised his head and looked at Llamas with a smile.

He had already decided where he wanted to shoot and where he wanted to shoot.

On this point, Ou Chuliang is more determined than anyone else.

In Ou Chuliang's view, only those who are unswerving in their original intentions are eligible to enjoy victory.

Llamas was making all sorts of moves in front of the goal, and Ou Chulian was blind to it.

At this moment, Ou Chuliang seemed to feel that he was the only one left in the world, and the whole world had become nothing.

In front of him, only a white door frame remained. No nets, no Lamas.

Ou Chuliang didn't hesitate anymore and immediately took a step.

One step, two steps, three steps...

On the fourth step, Ou Chuliang's left foot just stepped on the open space behind the left side of the ball.

At this moment, perhaps only the ball that was shaken up knew how powerful Ou Chuliang was in these steps.

Airplanes!!!

The ball whistled past and Llamas had just taken a kick to the right when it was already coming into the net from that side.

Even if he predicted it in advance, Llamas didn't have time to stretch his body.

"Huh!"

Ou Chuliang stood in place, raised his right hand like a poet, and bent down to write to the audience. In his open mouth, he simulated the sound of the ball setting off white waves in the net.

The sound was so pleasant.