Amid the non-stop cheers of the Chinese fans, the Iranian players stood in the center circle again and started a new round of serve.

After this kick-off, almost everyone became desireless.

After Alidaii tossed the ball to Aziz, he sped forward like a moth that had "atoned for his sins".

Aziz knocked his heel and passed the ball to Bagherry, and then ran forward himself.

Bagherry stood still, waited for the ball to roll to his feet, and kicked it straight to the court.

Looking at the ball flying away in the air, Bagheri said in his heart: If this goal can be scored, maybe the Iranian team will still have a chance...

Boom!

A muffled sound from the Chinese team's half once again pulled Bagheri back to reality.

Zhang Jihua kicked the ball back with a big kick that didn't want money. Looking at the ball flying back in the air, Bageri gritted his teeth and turned to chase back.

The Chinese players, who had a two-goal lead, were completely relaxed, and almost half of them ran past the front court with the ball flying in the air. Because no one knew when the referee would end the game, everyone used their last bit of strength to sway the entire football field.

Li Bing jumped high, rubbed the ball with his forehead for the first time, and pushed it to the feet of Han Jinming, who came to answer. The latter stopped the ball and pulled it horizontally, observed his teammates, and then kicked it straight and kicked the ball forward again.

Jiang Feng relied on his physical strength and quickly chased after the ball. Although Bageri also caught up with him for the first time, he was still stuck on the other side of his body by Jiang Feng.

Seeing that Jiang Feng was about to chase the ball, Bageri fell to the ground helplessly after trying his best, and directly put Jiang Feng down in front of the top of the arc of the penalty area.

The referee's whistle blew, not only awarded the Chinese team a free kick in front, but also showed the last yellow card of the game to Bageri.

"It's over." Liu Jianhong forcibly suppressed the joy in her heart and looked at the time beating in the upper left corner of the screen.

When the referee pronounced the decision, the time was just skipping 94 points.

From this moment on, the referee can end the game at any time. Even if the Chinese team celebrates too long during stoppage time, if this situation continues like this, it will only be the Iranian players who will be humiliated.

In the face of the last free kick, the Chinese team's point-grabbing players sparsely stood in the opponent's penalty area, without the slightest desire to grab points.

Players in other positions also pinched their waists on the spot, waiting for the referee's continuous whistle.

At this time, Jiang Feng in front of the ball suddenly proposed: "Anyway, it's the last ball, how about we let Liangzi take the penalty?" ”

"Yes, yes!"

Jiang Feng's proposal was quickly approved by everyone.

So, with all his teammates beckoning to him, Ou Chuliang inexplicably ran out of the penalty area and ran towards the front court.

"Huh? This ball... It seems that Ou Chuliang will be punished! Liu Jianhong said curiously.

"Hahaha, the Chinese players actually made such a joke at the last moment of the game." Huang Jianxiang smiled, "But I like it!" Hahaha! ”

When the referee saw that the Chinese team was going to make a substitution, he also shook his head helplessly, looked down at the time, and even planned to end the game directly after Ou Chuliang made a move.

"What? Let me take the penalty for this ball? ”

"Okay!"

"I'll try, if the other party fights back, I'm not responsible!"

Hearing Ou Chuliang's last words, Jiang Feng and the others laughed and pointed to their own empty door: "Let them kick, let them kick!" Let them kick it a hundred times and see if they can get one! ”

"Yes, Ryoko, even if you let them in, why not? For us, it's nothing more than a face-saving goal for the opponent in the spirit of humanitarianism, and you don't have anything to lose, right? ”

Hearing the persuasion of his teammates, Ou Chuliang shrugged helplessly and stood in front of the ball.

Seeing that Ou Chuliang had already stood still, Huang Jianxiang suddenly thought: "How will Ou Chuliang kick this ball?" Director Liu, what do you think? ”

"Judging from the success rate of Ou Chuliang's long passes in the backfield in this Asian Cup, Ou Chuliang's long passes are very accurate. If he's going to make a cross, he's going to make it all the same. But the ball was so close to the goal and the angle was good. Coupled with the fact that time is running out, I conclude that he should go straight to the goal. If it's a direct shot, then... Then the outcome is really unpredictable. ”

The fans were also completely relaxed, guessing the result of the ball like Liu Huang. Especially the fans in the stadium, they didn't care if the goal was scored or not, they just got ready and waited for the final whistle to come, and then celebrated the first championship trophy in the history of the Chinese team.

In front of the ball, Ou Chuliang looked at the wall in front of him and took a deep breath.

In fact, he can't wait for the game to end and celebrate the arrival of the champion.

Just before he was about to get up, a figure in the wall in front of him suddenly attracted him.

"It's... Bageri? ”

The disdainful expression on the face of Bagheri in front of him when everyone shook hands at the beginning of the opening ceremony was long gone, replaced by eyes that were already red from crying, and tears on his face.

The tall man of more than 1.8 meters tried to calm his body in the human wall, but because of sadness, he couldn't suppress his convulsions.

A beautiful Persian man, crying like a child at the moment.

The rest of the Iranian team members were no better, with their heads bowed and their faces grief-stricken.

They know the end, but they are still trying to do their last duty to line up the wall.

At this moment, every minute prolonged does not represent hope for them, but torment.

This group of poor Iranians, with their pride and murderous spirit, went alone into the land of the East. Now, they've become a bunch of wretched creatures who want to go home.

Ou Chuliang let out a long sigh and began to run.

Boom!

Dust flying!

The ball was deliberately pressed down by Ouchulian, went over the heads of the outermost players of the wall, and then quickly fell and flew towards the Iranian team gate with a great turn.

The Iranian goalkeeper, who was on the other side of the wall, only moved a slight step to this side, and the brain's judging mechanism pinned him to the spot. Only his eyes were still following the ball.

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the full moon scimitar kicked out by Ou Chuliang hit the beam directly.

"Beep! Beep beep !! ”

At the moment when the ball soared into the sky, the referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the game.

It no longer matters whether to enter or not, Jiang Feng and the others on the side couldn't wait for a long time, and surrounded Ou Chuliang and threw him in the air.

"Hero! Hero! Hero! Hero! Oh~~~~"

All the staff and substitutes of the Chinese coaching staff also rushed into the field at the first time, hugging and celebrating with every player on the field.

"Coach, I, I... Thank you! Li Bing ran to Qi Zhuosheng with a happy face.

"Good, good, good! Xiao Li, you played well, very good! Qi Miaosheng's 10,000-year-old glacier-like face finally melted, revealing a gratifying smile.

At this moment, all the Chinese team members want to run to the person they miss the most and tell about victory.

Amid the continuous shouts of the fans, the Chinese players in blue shirts did everything to vent their inner excitement. Some roared to the sky, and some ran wildly. All the players had smiles on their faces, a smile mixed with emotions such as happiness and satisfaction.

On the other side of the pitch, almost all Iranians sat on their knees, hiding their faces and weeping.

The Iranian goalkeeper sat down with his back to the post, tears dripping down his face. Even though he had wiped it countless times, he still couldn't stop the tears.

Ali Daei fell to his knees and buried his head deep in the ground.

Two very different emotions quietly leap over the pitch, how happy one is and how sad the other is. The charm of football is vividly demonstrated at this moment.

Some people say that the king and the runner-up are the biggest losers.

Maybe he's right, is there really anyone in this world who cheers for the runner-up?

On Iran's bench, a young man with a delicate face clenched his fists and his eyes viciously looked at Ouchuliang, who was thrown into the air in the middle of the court over and over again.

Until a pair of hands interrupted his musings from behind.

"Mehedi, don't look at it. The game is over, we lost. The comer was equally sad.

When the teenager looked back, it turned out to be goalkeeper Ahmad, who was wearing the No. 1 shirt but was substituted for the whole game.

The teenager is also a substitute, and he didn't even get a minute of playing time in this Asian Cup, so he naturally knows how unwilling the other party is.

"Ahmad, I swear to Allah. If we meet the Iranian team and the Chinese team again, I will definitely shoot through that person's door, definitely! ”

Hearing that the boy was so ambitious, Ahmad replied with a look of relief: "Mehdi, I am glad to hear you say that. I trust you, and you'll do it! The Lord will bless you! Now, let's pack our bags and go on stage to claim our prizes. ”

"Hmm!"

At the last moment, the boy finally couldn't control it, and the tears in his eyes quietly slipped down.

The camera pans over and falls on a label on the corner of his coat with his full name: Mehdi. Madavecchia.