Azadi was eerie when he calmed down, although hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes were watching the court, but here it was so quiet that even a pin could be heard dropping on the ground.

It was so hot, but the players felt cold for a moment.

Aziz and Ochuryan confronted each other in front of the goal, and at this time, even the most clamoring Iranian fans were quiet, waiting for the ultimate PK between the two.

Whether it is Ou Chuliang or Aziz, Huang Jianxiang has been introduced countless times. At the moment, he is also as quiet as an ordinary fan, sitting in front of the screen, waiting for a collision between Mars and Earth.

The Chinese team is attacking fiercely, and if Ou Chuliang can save this penalty, the morale brought to the team is not a little bit. Even in the rest of the time, the Chinese team took advantage of the situation to equalize the score.

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle and Aziz immediately started running.

The Iranian striker's running distance was short and gave Ochulian little time to react.

With years of experience, Ou Chuliang successfully found the moment Aziz made a kick and pounced early.

Boom!

In front of the goal, only the sound of Ou Chuliang falling to the ground sounded.

"Whoop!!

Seeing the ball soaring into the sky, more than 4,000 Chinese fans immediately stood up and chanted in unison.

"Aziz shot the penalty away..."Huang Jianxiang was also overjoyed, "The Chinese team is so lucky..."

Just when Huang Jianxiang was excited, Zhang Lu on the side did not wrinkle, "Eh... What's going on? ”

In the middle of the pitch, players from both sides once again surrounded the referee in the center.

Especially the Chinese team members, one by one, their faces were hideous and full of righteous indignation.

"This is..."Huang Jianxiang had some disbelief on his face.

"This ball doesn't count!" Zhang Lu replied in a deep voice.

At this moment, anger, surprise, helplessness and unwillingness appeared on the faces of all the Chinese players, and the joy just now was swept away.

Under Ma Mingyu's persuasion, everyone stood on the penalty line again and waited for a new penalty.

"Someone went into the box early from the penalty." Zhang Lu explained, "Before Aziz took the penalty, a Chinese player entered the penalty area first, so the goal was re-penalized. ”

Fate played a big joke with the players on both sides, and when the cries of the Chinese fans gradually stopped, Aziz and Ou Chuliang confronted each other again in front of the goal.

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle blew again.

Ou Chuliang's eyes flashed, and his keen observation made him notice Aziz's feet on the run. Judging from Ou Chuliang's first reaction, this was simply a sign of his hesitation.

Time did not allow Ou Chuliang to think too much, and this time, Ou Chuliang made another save to the right, which was the direction of Aziz's first shot just now.

Bang!

Ou Chuliang's outstretched right fist accurately blocked Aziz's shot in front of the goal line, and the touch from his right fist made Ou Chuliang's heart settle, and he rolled around on the ground before standing up and stretching out his hands.

"Yay!!"

Looking at the ball rolling out of the bottom line, the cheers of Chinese fans were heard again in the stands.

Ou Chuliang got up and clenched his fists in front of his chest to do "OHYE", and his teammates also rushed up as soon as possible, surrounding Ou Chuliang in the center.

"Ou Chuliang! Ou Chuliang! Ou Chuliang!! ”

The fans shouted Ou Chuliang's name loudly, and at this moment, Ou Chuliang was like a god in their hearts.

"Beautiful!" Huang Jianxiang exclaimed loudly, "Ou Chuliang judged the right direction again, this time he personally saved Aziz's penalty!" ”

The Chinese team was overjoyed, and the joy of this continuous loss and regain was indescribable.

In the stands, two Europeans smacked their lips and sighed repeatedly: "Oh my God, he really saved the penalty!" Including this penalty, he contributed at least 20 good saves in this game. ”

"That's why I brought him to the team!" Tickel looked happy, "I dare say, this is the best deal we've made in recent years!" ”

"10,000 yuan to buy a World Youth Championship, there is indeed nothing more cost-effective than this." Parker nodded, "Even if it is transferred, the income he can bring us is very considerable." It's just that the Chinese club is too slippery, with 20% of the transfer income, they dare to open their mouths! ”

"There is a loss, there is a gain, this is business." Ticker nodded, "We're already a good deal, and now looking at his performance, all that's left is to make more and earn less." ”

When Parker heard this, he suddenly changed his words: "But since he is so good, I think the club will change its strategy." ”

Hearing Parker say this, Tickel's expression became serious.

If buying Ou Chuliang back is not for selling but for the game, then the meaning and weight of Ou Chuliang in the club will change 180 degrees.

Is it really necessary for a Chinese gate to become the guardian of Naples?

This was something that Tikel never thought about.

But now, Ou Chuliang's performance in the world preliminaries is no longer for him to think about, and Parker was sent to observe Ou Chuliang.

Things are terrible for the club now and there is an urgent need for someone to step up and stop the defeat.

Even if he is a yellow-skinned Oriental, those club officials will not let it go.

Just as Ticker and Paco were discussing Ouchulian's future at Napoli, there was another change of thought on the pitch.

"Beep! Beep beep !! ”

The Lebanese referee kept blowing the whistle and showed two yellow cards in a row in front of more than 100,000 people in the stadium.

It's Zhang Jihua and Ma Mingyu!

Seeing the yellow card, Ladd, who has been as steady as Mount Tai, couldn't sit still.

Like Qi Miaosheng, who had been crazy for a long time, he rushed to the side of the fourth official and roared loudly.

"Are you really professional? Fack, this is the funniest panel of judges I've ever seen! ”

"I'm going to complain to the AFC, oh no, to FIFA about you!"

In the face of the angry Qi Zhuosheng and Ladd, the fourth official still maintained a polite attitude and said: "The two Chinese coaches, if there is any problem, you can respond to FIFA after the game." But now that it's a game, please stay calm and refrain from it..."

"Restrain your grandmother's legs!" Qi Shusheng scolded.

At this point, the court was in chaos.

The Chinese team was divided into two teams, one team led by Ou Chuliang and tried their best to stand in front of Ma Mingyu to stop him from advancing; In the other team, Ma Mingyu, Zhang Jihua and others scolded loudly, as if they had to step forward and give the referee two punches before they were willing.

"It's... This is simply unfair! As a CCTV commentator, Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but say loudly, "The referee from Lebanon not only declared the penalty invalid again because Ou Chuliang moved in advance, but also showed Zhang Jihua and Ma Mingyu a yellow card!" This..."

Huang Jianxiang wanted to scold, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly remembered his duty, so he turned into an ellipsis and swallowed it in his stomach.

"The Chinese players still have too little experience...", Zhang Lu sighed helplessly on the side.

At this moment, all the Chinese fans sitting in front of the TV were furious. Countless fans stood up and scolded the referee.

"This, this referee must have collected money!" The man with glasses spoke everyone's mind.

"That's right, it must be a black whistle, it must be a black whistle!"

"It's too dark, isn't it?"

The living room of Huang Wu's house was already in chaos.

Is the referee so afraid that the Iranian team will lose?

It's the home team that is in the lead, does he think a goal is not safe?

Huang's father was also angry, closed the door, did not let Huang's mother in, and allowed his son and classmates to exit dirty.

The white squad leader sat in such a group of classmates who had returned to the primitive, frowning.

She calmly stared at the referee who was protected by the Iranian players, but she was thinking about taking out her old man's hunting rifle and shooting the referee in the head.

"Chairman Wang, look..."

Wang Junsheng frowned in the stands, and there was a hint of coldness in his voice.

"I can accept the team losing, but losing in this way, we absolutely disagree!"

"After the match I will definitely report to FIFA and ask for a trial of the referee of this match. And the Iranian team, huh! These barbarians can't escape the action! ”

Wang Jun was really angry.

Chinese football is easy to bully, and the Chinese Football Association is not easy to bully!

Seeing the young players fighting so fiercely on the court, but in the end losing the game because of this way, Wang Junsheng's heart ached.

The players have fought so far, although the performance in the first half was not satisfactory, but the will shown at the end of the game moved all Chinese fans.

In such a bad environment and weather, the Chinese team not only pulled back a goal but also pressed the home team for a while, which has made fans forgive them for their slump in the first half.

Now that he has suffered such unfair treatment in the final stage of the game, Wang Junsheng must of course stand up and seek justice for the players.

After more than three minutes of chaos, Aziz and Ouchulian stood in front of goal again.

This is already the third time that the two of them have faced each other.

Aziz had already missed two penalties in a row, and his heart was beating hard when the third chance came in front of him.

Ou Chuliang is not much better, and he has to think about this situation, even if he saves the ball again, the referee will still invalidate the penalty.

At this moment, whether it is Ou Chulian or Aziz, the psychological pressure is increasing exponentially.

Beep!

After the whistle blew, Aziz did not immediately run this time.

He looked at Ou Chuliang, who was standing still, and finally made up his mind.

Run-up, swing leg shot.

Swish!

Aziz kicked the ball to the right for the third time, and Acchulian pounced on the right for the third time.

But Aziz kicked a high ball this time, and Ouchulian stretched his arm without touching the ball. When Ou Chuliang fell on the grass, he heard a heartbreaking whistle.

This time, the goal worked.

"Boom, Lah, La, La!!"

The cheers of the 100,000 people in the audience instantly covered the protest of 4,000 people, and even if Rossi danced the red flag in his hand, he could not confront the 100,000 fanatical Iranian fans.

"Three balls, three balls, three balls!" The Iranians shouted that they didn't care how those three goals came from.

Four thousand red fans sat in the corner of the stadium, like a lonely boat, drifting with the tide.

The Chinese players gritted their teeth, and Zhang Xiaorui was the first to rush into the net, picking up the ball and kicking it away.

At this moment, a black and white glove stood in front of him.

"Take it and tee off in the middle circle!"

"What?"

"I told you to tee off in the middle circle!" Ou Chuliang said fiercely.

"Yes!" Zhang Xiaorui was stunned for a moment, then answered loudly, and then ran away with the ball in the middle circle.

The Iranians on the sidelines were halfway through their celebration when they suddenly sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere behind them.

Turning their heads, the Chinese players didn't know when they stood up on the court, and looked at them with cold eyes one by one.

Madavecchia felt a chill in the back of his neck, and the joy of scoring was extinguished by three points.

In this case, the Iranians naturally have no intention of celebrating. The fans simply waved again, and then returned to the stadium to line up.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle, Gao Feng flicked the ball behind him, and ran towards the front court without looking back.

Zhang Xiaorui stepped on the ball and pulled sideways, dodging Ali Daiyi's grab. As soon as the right foot is smooth, it also begins to accelerate.

At this moment, Li Tie, Sun Jihai, Wu Chengying and others also rushed to the front, and the Chinese players launched a counterattack again in the final time of the game.

After three penalties and a commotion from the players, the game was now in stoppage time.

Looking at the "6" raised high on the sidelines, Qi Yanchang sighed, and instantly seemed to be ten years old: "TNND, this beam is finished today!" ”

Everyone else on the bench was also indignant, and today was planted. If they meet the Iranian team again one day in the future, they must give this group of Persians a good look!

In the final moment, the Chinese team's stormy attack beat the Iranian team to retreat. With the exception of Ali Daei, almost all of the Iranian players were crammed into the box.

Ou Chuliang has also run out of the big penalty area, and he is ready to chase the Iranian's desperate clearance ball.

As the game passed minute by minute, the referee kept looking down at the time.

But the ball kept dangling in the Iranian half, whether it was a corner, a free kick or a throw-in, the ball was always at the feet of the Chinese team.

In the 97th minute, Li Bing knocked on the front of the penalty area, Gao Feng, Li Tie, Zhang Xiaorui, Ma Mingyu and others were all killed, Mao Yijun followed up with a long shot, and the ball drilled into the net from the fingertips of the Iranian goalkeeper.

At the moment of the goal, all the Chinese players looked at the referee in unison. The referee seemed to subconsciously avoid the eyes of the Chinese players, blowing the whistle in his mouth and his fingers in the circle.

"Whoa, whoa!!"

Since the Chinese team kicked off again just now, more than 4,000 Chinese fans have not stopped shouting. Now seeing that the Chinese team finally scored another goal, the cries in the corner of the stands reached their peak in an instant.

Gao Feng tucked the ball under his arm, strode back to the center circle and placed the ball on the tee, then returned to the outside circle to stand.

None of the Chinese players celebrated the goal, returning to their positions as soon as possible and waiting for the Iranians to kick off again.

There are few empty mountains, cold wind pine forests.

With a surplus of 3,000 divine powers, who will return the gold?

The referee's whistle did not give the Chinese players any chance, and in the devil's home field of 100,000 people, the Chinese team swallowed the first defeat of the top 10 with hatred.