Before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Chinese football has been glorious and has dominated Asia. However, due to institutional reasons after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Chinese football declined rapidly and became the second-rate Asian football today.

Now, Chinese football has carried out professional reform under the vigorous development of Xu and Wang, domestic football is booming, the A League is going smoothly, and there are more groups of people who love football.

Now, these fans are thousands of miles away in front of the TV watching the stadium, watching Ou Chuliang. What they see is hope, a future. It is a sport that can win glory for the country and become a hero even if you give up your life.

At this moment, Ou Chuliang seemed to see Uncle Xu lying on the hospital bed watching TV thousands of miles away. He wears a pair of brown glasses, and through the thick lenses, he gazes at the project he has devoted his life to.

Ou Chuliang, who knows a little bit about the development of future generations, doesn't know if Chinese football will become bigger and stronger in the distant future, but he knows that at least at this moment, he wants to help the team and reach the top of Asia!

“... Sing of our dear motherland,

From then on, we will be prosperous and strong..."

In the studio, Huang Jianxiang, Liu Jianhong and even the backstage staff hummed softly with the fans at the scene.

At this moment, every corner of the world, every fan of the Chinese team hummed along.

Whether it is Grandpa Ou in the villa, or Qu Shengqing who has returned home from injury, or Chen Tang and his roommate in the game hall, and Jianlibao in Brazil. At this moment, they all stopped what they were doing, and followed the nearly 10,000 fans at the scene, singing the song "Singing the Motherland" over and over again.

Gradually, Ou Chuliang's nervous expression calmed down and was replaced by a touch of seriousness. In the midst of this loud singing, the pressure shifted to Ali Daei.

"No, we can't wait any longer!"

Ali Daei secretly said that it was not good.

Ou Chuliang's age was there, and Ali Dayi could completely suppress this young junior with his actual combat experience and strong spiritual power.

But now, he couldn't wait for the dodge in Ou Chuliang's eyes. When he saw the determination in Ou Chuliang's eyes, he seemed to sense that at some point everything had turned around, and he seemed to have become a prey.

The Iranian shook his head, shaking off the distractions in his mind. Seeing that the opponent's momentum was getting higher and higher, he knew that he had to kick the penalty out as soon as possible.

Running, exerting power, the Iranian kicked the ball in the direction he did best.

Syllable!

There was a muffled bang in front of the goal line, and the ball moving at high speed against the turf was stopped by a black and white glove at the moment when it was about to cross the goal line.

Looking at the ball bouncing back into the field and the back passing by him, Alidaei fell to his knees and fell directly to the turf.

"Ou Chuliang!"

"Ou Chuliang really saved the ball!" At the moment when Ou Chuliang made a successful save, Huang Jianxiang roared into the microphone.

Alidaii has fallen, but the crisis on the pitch is not resolved.

Seeing that the spinning ball was only more than a meter away from him, but this meter was like a chasm, a curse that was difficult to cross.

Ou Chuliang tried his best to get up, but he was still a step too late.

Aziz, who was inserted at high speed, chased the ball for the first time, wiped his left foot, shook Ou Chuliang, who was struggling to bounce up and stretching out his arms to block, and fired a small-angle push at the empty goal with a straight near corner.

"Aziz shoots!"

In Huang Jianxiang's desperate cry, a dark blue figure suddenly came out from behind Ou Chuliang. The blue figure slid across the turf with lightning speed, and as his feet slid across the goal line, his left thigh was just in front of the ball's rolling path.

With a "poof", the ball stopped moving forward and stopped.

Look at the ball that stopped on the goal line, and the empty goal that was re-exposed after the blue shadow flashed. The Iranian team members who rushed forward to shoot flashed the scimitars in their hands and pounced desperately.

A single kick, or a slight application of force from any part of the body, can make the ball roll across the goal line. At that time, the first person to touch the ball will become the hero of the Persians!

Wealth, beauty, power, status, at your fingertips!

"Mine!"

"It's mine!"

"Scoring goals is my !!"

Three tall Iranian men flew forward, swinging their right legs almost at the same time.

At the last moment, a purple light flashed in front of the three of them, and the black and white ball that had just stopped on the goal line disappeared in an instant.

Without a target, the three big men couldn't hold their feet, and they all kicked on the purple light. Then they stumbled and intertwined, all pressing on Ou Chuliang.

"Puff puff."

Three times in a row, Mount Tai pressed the top, and Ou Chuliang at the bottom trembled three times. However, Ou Chuliang's thin body did not move at all, and in his arms, he was tightly holding the ball that had just disappeared.

"Hmph, it's mine!" Ou Chuliang snorted, a tragic smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Beep, beep, beep! Beep beep beep! ”

The referee's hurried whistle stopped the game. Players from both sides immediately stepped forward and pulled aside the Iranian, who was pressing on top.

After cleaning up all the Iranians on Ouchulian, the referee decisively showed a yellow card to Bageri, who was the first to press on Ouchulian, and warned him not to run into the goalkeeper again and do such a dangerous thing in the future.

"Xiao Ou, are you okay?"

"Ryoko, how are you?"

"Brother Ou, do you want it?"

Zhang Jihua was the first to run to Ou Chuliang's side, and there was no joy on his embarrassed eyebrows, and all that was revealed between his eyebrows was worry.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, cough cough cough..." Ou Chuliang stood up, the squeezed heart and lungs were filled with fresh air again, and Ou Chuliang subconsciously took a big breath.

"Damn, Xiao Ou, you're scared to death!"

"Yes, those Iranians are not light or heavy, maybe they will take the opportunity to do something to you!"

"Hmph, it's almost over, and those Iranians who are broken down in their hearts may really be crazy! Ryoko, you can pay attention! ”

When the teammates saw that Ou Chuliang was fine, they began to talk about it.

However, Ou Chuliang didn't pay attention to them, but put down the ball in his hand. came to the goal and pulled Li Bing, who was entangled in the net, up from the ground.

"Brother Li, thank you. If it weren't for you..."

Without waiting for Ou Chuliang to finish speaking, Li Bing pouted and said, "If it weren't for you, this goal would have been scored a long time ago." What if I get here? Don't you have to pick up the ball from the net? ”

"This..."

"Alright, don't say it. Guard the door, my little hero! ”

"Little hero?" After hearing this title, Ou Chuliang's face turned red, and for some reason his cheeks became hot.

It's a strange name.

However, the surrounding teammates did not let Ou Chuliang go, and they also spoke one after another, ridiculing.

"Yes, little hero!"

"Xiaoou hero, hahahahaha!"

"Come on, Xiaoou hero, there are only a few minutes left, hold, hold! Hahaha! ”

"Don't make fun of me!" Ou Chuliang was embarrassed.

"Teasing you? No kidding. Xu Hong came over and patted Ou Chuliang on the shoulder, looked at the fans around him who stood up and shouted, and said solemnly, "Xiao Ou, listen to yourself." ”

Ou Chuliang raised his head, and nearly 10,000 Chinese fans in the stadium all stood up and shouted the same name in unison.

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