"Teenager Ou Chuliang, it's teenager Ou Chuliang again!"

Huang Jianxiang's throat was already smoking, but every time he read that familiar name, he couldn't help but be excited.

Ten seconds earlier, Ali Daei flicked his right foot in the Chinese penalty area and curled a curvy into the far corner. Ou Chuliang jumped into the air and pushed the ball out of the baseline with one palm at the highest point.

After this kick, Alidai subconsciously bent down, holding his knees with his hands and gasping for air.

After his first volley from outside the box was blocked by Ouchulian with a one-handed punch from the goal line, it was already his 13th shot of the game. Judging from the path of the ball, if Ou Chuliang does not block this shot, the ball will definitely get into the net.

But there are no ifs on the pitch, only results.

As a result, these 13 shots on goal were all rejected by Ou Chuliang without exception.

The two sides played for almost an hour, and on the whole, the Chinese team was not completely suppressed, and the possession rate even reached 43%.

But the comparison of the number of shots between the two sides, the Chinese team is miserable.

6 to 19, Iran even had more than three times as many shots on goal as the Chinese team.

At first, Iranian fans were complacent about how many attacks and shots their team had on goal; But as time went on, Iranian fans began to worry as the purple-robed youngster in front of the Chinese team kept their sharpest spear out of the door again and again.

Even many people put their hands into fists on their chests and prayed, praying that their Allah could intercede with the Jade Emperor and receive Ou Chuliang's magical powers.

Bageri's corner kick quickly flew into the penalty area and quickly landed on Ou Chuliang's fist, which suddenly changed direction.

The ball flying out of his own penalty area was a signal in itself, and Xie Hui almost subconsciously spread his legs and ran towards the front.

Zhang Jihua, who caught up with the ball, did not hesitate, and directly found Gao Feng on the side with a long pass.

After Gao Feng won the ball, he quickly moved along the side corridor, the two side roads were like two Silk Roads, although the Chinese team was difficult to walk, but it was able to walk.

The Chinese team's counterattack has done its best, but it is not very fast in the eyes of the Iranian players, so the players have a lot of time and physical strength to return to the defense.

By the time Gao Feng came to the edge of the opposition penalty area along the left flank, four Iranian defenders had already returned to the defensive position, followed by a Hakpoel by his side.

After 60 minutes of competition, Huckle knew Gao Feng's foot skills inside out. No matter whether Gao Feng pulled left or right, he didn't shake off the "sticky candy" in front of him.

In desperation, Gao Feng didn't wait for his teammates to come to answer, took a trip with his left foot, and rushed towards the bottom line again.

He was going to force a cross from the bottom.

Huckle, of course, saw Gao Feng's intentions and followed Gao Feng as soon as he touched the ball with his left foot.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound at Gao Feng's feet, and the ball grazed the bottom line and flew towards the Iranian team's penalty area. Hucklepool did his best to block, but he still managed to get Gao Feng's cross successful.

Gao Feng's cross was of extremely high quality, and the lime powder on the baseline seemed to set up an air barrier, and as soon as the ball brushed a little, it immediately spun and flew towards the middle of the court.

By the time it came over the Iranian penalty area, it had already spun to the penalty spot.

"It's coming!"

Looking at the ball flying towards him, Xie Hui, who grabbed a point in the penalty area, had a feeling of "the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and the birds fly".

Headers were originally Xie Hui's forte, and he was extremely sensitive to high-altitude balls, and he jumped high as soon as he rushed to the goal.

However, Xie Hui, who was overexcited, suddenly found that he didn't seem to be dancing at the right time or place.

Seeing the ball fly over the Iranian defender's head and then plummeting in front of him, Xie Hui swung his left leg in a hurry, as if he wanted to volley in the air.

Seeing that Xie Hui almost broke his left leg in the back of his buttocks, the Iranian defender who was blocking him fell to the ground and flew to the tackle as soon as possible, trying to block Xie Hui's left leg with his body and shoot angrily.

But one wrong step, one wrong step.

Xie Hui, who failed to head the ball, didn't have time to make a temporary volley, and when his left leg just swung to the maximum extent, the ball had already landed in front of him, just hitting the arch of his jumping right foot.

Boom!

There was a crunch.

The cross from the left side smashed into the arch of Xie Hui's right foot, and immediately bounced in the opposite direction.

The goalkeeper, who had already made a save on Xie Hui's left-legged volley, was stunned, and before he could react, the ball had flown into the goal from his other side.

It wasn't until Xie Hui landed on the ground that the left leg he threw out swung with the inertia of his body. But this time, he kicked a lonely.

"Ouch!"

Xie Hui, who kicked the air vigorously, fell to the ground after landing, holding his left leg with a painful expression.

Although the ball has gone into the net, how can Ma Mingyu, who saw Xie Hui fall to the ground, still have time to celebrate? stepped forward and hugged Xie Hui's left leg and stretched it straight.

"The ball went in !!" Huang Jianxiang exclaimed.

"It's Xie Hui!" Liu Jianhong called out the name of the scorer.

"Huh? No, Xie Hui seems to have cramps! Xie Hui's injury has cast a haze on this goal, and as a CCTV host, he has the obligation to care for Xie Hui's physical condition in advance in the spirit of humanitarianism.

Sure enough, except for the excited fans, the players on the field were all dignified. Even Ou Chuliang, who was at the end of the court, put down his half-raised hand and looked at the front court with a worried expression.

Finally, Xie Hui stood up with the support of Ma Mingyu and the team doctor. He bent his left leg and jumped his right leg towards the sidelines.

"It's... Xie Hui should have been holding on when he was playing. ”

"That's right, let's watch the replay again." Liu Jianhong nodded and explained, "That's it, Xie Hui's judgment of the ball's landing point was a little wrong, he wanted to use his left leg to make a volley, but he didn't expect to kick it empty." Anyone who has ever played football knows that when you kick the ball as hard as you can and it misses, it's easy to hurt your leg. Now Xie Hui is in such a situation. ”

Hearing Liu Jianhong's explanation, many fans in front of the TV suddenly realized. Looking at Xie Hui, who immediately jumped to the sidelines, the fans couldn't help but stand up and give him the warmest applause.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Overwhelming applause rang out from the stands, and Xie Hui raised his hands with tears in his eyes to thank the fans.

"Ouch..."

Ma Mingyu and the team doctor didn't expect Xie Hui to raise the hand hanging on his neck to thank the fans halfway through, but he accidentally didn't hold Xie Hui and almost made him fall to the ground again.

"Don't do anything superfluous, honestly recuperate on the sidelines." Ma Mingyu ordered.

"Oh." Xie Hui looked innocent, like a child who made a mistake.

After Ma Mingyu sat down on the turf on the sidelines, he turned around and returned to the court, Xie Hui looked at Ma Mingyu's back and muttered: "I thank the fans for their support!" How can this be called superfluous? ”

Xie Hui's departure made the Chinese team have to make substitutions, and looking at the time on the field, it was time to make substitutions.

Gu Ming looked at the team members in the warm-up area, wondering if he should consult with Ladd again.

At this time, Qi Zhuosheng waved his hand and called Li Bing to his side.

"Xiao Li." Qi Miaosheng's face that had not changed for thousands of years finally changed, and he looked at the player in front of him who was almost used by him, and felt a sigh of emotion in his heart.

"Coach, you call me?" Li Bing replied politely.

"Xiao Li." Qi Caosheng repeated it again, then looked at the court, and said earnestly: "After this Asian Cup, whether we win or not, I may not be able to stay in this position." But you are still young, and the opportunity to appear in front of you needs to be grasped by yourself. Do I understand what I'm saying? ”

Seeing Qi Missheng's black face revealing a rare kindness, Li Bing's eyes turned red, and the tears in his eyes almost burst out of his eyes.

"Coach, I understand!" Li Bing said solemnly.

"It's good to understand, then the rest is up to you." After speaking, Qi Weisheng stood on the sidelines without saying a word, like a sculpture.

Li Bing bowed deeply to Qi Missheng with tears in his eyes, and then followed behind Gu Ming Chang and came to the fourth official's side.

Seeing the sign held up by the fourth official, Huang Jianxiang coughed lightly and said: "In the 63rd minute of the game, the Chinese team took the lead in substitutions. ”

"No. 10 Li Bing, replaced No. 23 Xie Hui."