Missing a great chance to equalise at the last minute, the Iranians started to get impatient.

In the last few minutes, they desperately wanted to restore the glory of their ancestors, but again and again they fell in front of the Chinese horse rejection stakes.

In the 83rd and 85th minutes, the Chinese team successively replaced Jiang Feng and Han Jinming, both of whom were midfielders, in order to strengthen the defense in the middle.

The Iranians became more and more impatient as they attacked, and even made a lot of long-range shots.

This level of long-range shooting is not a problem for Ou Chuliang at all, on the contrary, he prefers that the opponent will directly kick the ball out of the bottom line, and then kill time in this way.

In the 87th minute, Yang Chen fell near the center circle, he covered his leg, looking in pain.

The referee hurriedly stopped the game, and the team doctor even lifted the stretcher up. But after being dealt with by the team doctor, Yang Chen still stood up amid the applause of the fans.

In the 89th minute, Sun Jihai disrupted the Iranian team's attack from the side with a tackle. Before the opposing team members stood up, Sun Jihai took the lead in getting up. There seemed to be some dissatisfaction on his face, and he was seen to kick the billboard, as if he wanted to kick a rebound ball.

But the result was a big surprise, so close, Sun Jihai kicked the ball away, so that the staff not far behind the billboard were shocked.

"Hey! You did it on purpose! ”

"Boy, what do you want to do?"

In the face of the siege of the other two people, Sun Jihai did not show weakness, and immediately straightened his chest and went up: "Fake, who made you mess up my hairstyle?" ”

The clash between the two sides on the flanks quickly caught the attention of the referee, and under a series of hurried whistles, the players from both sides rushed back to pull the three apart, avoiding a violent clash.

"Hey! Don't waste any more time! ”

"Look up, we don't have much time!"

Bageri yelled loudly, reminding his teammates not to be presumptuous and not to be disturbed by the Chinese players' tricks.

Hearing Bagherry's shout, the players reacted. They looked to the sidelines, where the fourth official had already held up a sign with a "4".

With four minutes of stoppage time in the second half, it was the last chance left for the Iranians.

Until this time, a variety of complex expressions and emotions appeared on the faces of the Iranians.

Some people are cursing, some are grieving, some are anxious, and some seem to have resigned themselves to their fate.

Although they received another yellow card before the end, this yellow card is not worth mentioning to the Chinese team that is about to usher in the championship.

After pulling Sun Jihai away, all his teammates came up and touched Sun Jihai's head, and while messing with his hairstyle, he encouraged: "Haizi, well done!" ”

"Little grandson, well done!"

"Hehe, I didn't expect you kid to wilt and wilt. I like it, though! ”

The teammates passed by Sun Jihai one after another, and everyone was a big brother to him. Poor Sun Jihai, as soon as he tidied up his hairstyle, he was messed up with his other hand.

Everyone knows that Sun Jihai likes to tinker with his natural roll when he is fine, so he also likes to mess it up when he is fine. Sun Jihai pouted at this time, with a look of resentment.

"Jihai, you kicked beautifully! Don't be really angry!"

Just as Sun Jihai stuck his tongue out at the backs of those who had messed up their hairstyles, a large hand covered his head again.

"Who?! Can we still have fun together? Do you want to bully people like this? ”

Just when Sun Jihai wanted to turn his head and drink, an alternative friction touch suddenly came from the top of his head. The two eyes suddenly narrowed together, and the neck shrunk, as if by magic.

"Huh? Strange, aren't you angry? ”

After rubbing back and forth twice, seeing that Sun Jihai did not react as much as he imagined, Ou Chuliang was confused, but he still withdrew his hand.

In an instant, the top of his head lost the touch of latex, and Sun Jihai's heart suddenly felt a little empty.

Looking at Ou Chuliang, who was retreating on the screen, he made a wow, and threw himself into Li Tie's arms on the side.

"There is not much time left for the Iranian team."

"Free kick in front of Iran."

"At the end of the game, we can't afford to take it lightly!"

"Huh! We can see that the goalkeeper of the Iranian team also came out. ”

"For Iran, this may be their last chance."

"Chinese team, come on!"

"As long as we defend this ball, we have the victory." Huang Jianxiang clenched his fists and cheered up the players through the screen.

In the camera, the goalkeeper of the Iranian team wearing a black robe also rushed into the Chinese team's penalty area and stood between the players.

"Xiao Hei, you guard against that old black!"

Ou Chuliang immediately made a decision and directly asked Wu Chengying, who was most trusted, to mark the opponent's goalkeeper.

For a time, there were fifteen or sixteen people in the penalty area of the Chinese team. In addition to Gao Feng, even Li Bing squeezed into the penalty area and defended 1V1 with others.

After arranging everyone's targets, the linesman signaled that the Iranian players could throw.

Iran's powerful hand threw the ball directly from the sideline to the center of the penalty area, and the box was crowded with people, and everyone wanted to earn it.

"Get out of the way, my!"

General Fan was like a benchmark in the crowd, pulling onions two feet from the ground, not only forcing Aziz aside in the air, but also pushing the ball out of the penalty area with his head.

"Run!"

Without Ou Chuliang's greeting, everyone cheered and ran towards the outside of the forbidden area.

Yang Chen, who was standing outside, was the first to chase the ball, took a step forward and observed the position of his teammates, and kicked the ball to the front court before the opposing defender shoveled him down.

"Run!"

"Run, !!"

Yang Chen quickly got up from the ground and shouted loudly to the front.

The running high wind really turned into a gust of wind at this time, and the camera shifted from the Chinese team's half to the Iranian team's half with Yang Chen's long pass.

It wasn't until the ball hit the ground that it was discovered that there was no one else in the Iranian half except Gao Feng and an Iranian defender.

Bang!

Gao Feng stretched out his right foot and stopped the ball three meters away.

Then he quickly caught up, and with another "bang", he kicked the ball away again.

The Iranian defender followed Gao Feng four metres away, looking more like a marathon runner.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three kicks in a row, Gao Feng took the ball directly into the penalty area.

At this moment, all the Chinese fans stood up and waved everything they could wield in their hands, such as strips of cloth, clothes, flags, etc. From the first moment Gao Feng touched the ball, the call of the court was raised to the boiling point.

Finally, when he stepped into the small penalty area, Gao Feng toed a bucket of his right foot and pushed the ball into the goal fiercely.

When the ball set off a high white wave on the net, the fans cried out.

"Roar Roar Roar !!"

"High wind, high wind, high wind..."

"Don't give the Iranians any chance..."

"The ball is in!!"

"The Chinese team has scored again!"

"2 to 0!"

"Now there is no suspense in the game!"

"It was enough to kill the game!"

"We won!"

"Win!"

"Won !!"

"Roar Roar Roar Roar !!"

Then, Huang Jianxiang's roar was drowned out by all the Chinese fans.

At this moment, the excited male protagonists rushed into the kitchen, directly picked up two large bowls and threw them on the ground.

The sound of "clang" came and went, endlessly. If it weren't for the hostess being awakened instantly, I'm afraid that every household would have been smashed to the point that there were no plates left.

The Iranian defender who followed in front of the goal flew at the ball that bounced back inside the goal and kicked the ball towards the net again. But no matter how much he vented, he couldn't stop the score from changing again.

Gao Feng raised his arms high, ran all the way along the sideline, and came to the Chinese coach's seat, which was already boiling.

Gu Ming grew a bear hug and held Gao Feng in his arms. Everyone else gathered around, and everyone formed a circle, jumping and shouting happily.

The Iranians in the stadium looked at the coach's seat of the Chinese team with a lonely face, and at this moment, whether it was the proud Ali Daei or the sad Bageri, they all hung their heads and walked silently towards their own half.

Although the whistle has not yet sounded, the Asian Cup has ended.