Hashmian's head twisted subconsciously, and a splash of sweat hit his face.

The ball hung straight into the top left corner of the goal and the Iranian goalkeeper again did not react.

The scene instantly erupted in deafening cheers.

Whew~

Whew~

Whew~

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is in!"

"It's Zheng Zhi again!"

"Zheng Zhi scored twice."

"This goal is very similar to Zinedine Zidane's header in this year's World Cup final in France!"

"It's the same No. 10 position, and they all dominate the game."

"The only difference is that Zidane is bald and Zheng Zhi has hair......"

"Zidan possessed Zheng Zhi?"

……

2:1, in stoppage time of the first half, Zheng Zhi used a corner kick to complete the second goal, and the Chinese team overtook Iran.

The camera has been focused on Zheng Zhi, and almost everyone's eyes have fallen on Zheng Zhi who is running to celebrate.

It's him

With two goals, the Chinese team came back to life and took the lead.

It's him

It has brought hope to Chinese football again!

"God gave the Chinese team a Zheng." An ecstatic Horton looked up at the sky and muttered.

Zheng Zhi had already rushed to the front row under the fan stands, where Chinese fans were celebrating with a bright red five-star red flag.

Attention!

Salute!

Facing the national flag, Zheng Zhi made a standard military salute posture.

His expression instantly turned from ecstasy to seriousness, but his body was shining.

Li Jinyu played a new trick on the goal celebration, and Zheng Zhi also planned to find his own logo.

And he pirated the later Xiao Zhi's goal celebration.

As soon as this action came out, the scene climaxed again.

"Zheng Zhi!"

"Zheng Zhi!"

"Zheng Zhi!"

Some fans even burst into tears.

"This guy!"

"It's too burning!"

"Whew~ This is the posture that the national football team should have!"

……

At the end of the first half, the Chinese team walked into the locker room with a score of 2:1.

"Well done,"

"But there are still 45 minutes to go."

"Iran will not rest on its laurels."

"We all know that the final is the only goal in common."

"The Iranians will fight back like crazy."

"What we have to do is hold our ground and not give an inch!"

"Victory will be ours!"

Zhu Guanghu was a bit noisy in the locker room, but Horton rarely made such speeches in the locker room, and his foreign teacher said these things in English, and it would not be more infectious than Zhu Guanghu's clenched fists and words in Chinese.

"The women's football team has reached the final,"

"Our men's soccer team is also going to fight again!"

"This is your best chance!"

"Don't let regrets stay on you!"

……

Captain Fan Zhiyi also stood up, and he stood in front of his teammates and waved his right fist.

"Director Zhu is right,"

"It's time to make it to the finals!"

……

※※※※

"If we return to Tehran with failure,"

"We're going to be spurned by the fans."

"They'll say,"

"Look, this is our Persian horseman,"

"They were beaten by the Chinese to the point that they lost their armor,"

"They didn't even make it to the final,"

"These guys, who claim to be the strongest in Iran and the strongest in Asia, are nothing,"

"Ah,"

"These damned soldiers, they are a disgrace to the country,"

"They should be buried deep in the desert and never show up."

“……”

Yibian fought again, and the two teams were still high-spirited.

Karimi came up and gave Zheng Zhi a dismount, and directly overturned Zheng Zhi with his right foot in the front court.

The action was a bit big, and Zheng Zhi fell and ate.

"Karimi,"

"He's stirring up trouble."

"The action was a bit big, and the referee didn't give a card."

"If you don't win, you start to be disgusting, right?"

Fan Zhiyi was a little angry, and went directly to the referee to theorize, but the referee still didn't say anything. This also made the subsequent moves of both sides bigger and bigger.

In the 57th minute, Li Yin knocked the speeding Madavecchia directly into the billboard on the left side.

Bang, the billboards were smashed!

Madavecchia curled up on the turf, crying in pain. The referee finally took out a yellow card and warned Li Yin.

The Chinese fans in the stands immediately gave warm applause.

However, the yellow card did not allow both sides to control their emotions.

Five minutes later, Madavecchia regained his balance and he found the right opportunity to stomp Li Yin's left foot, and he also received a yellow card.

The scene was a little out of control, and Saeed shouted loudly on the sidelines, he didn't let the players come up and fight, he wanted to win, win, win!

These heartless guys!

Ali Daei, as captain, also failed to calm down his team-mates, they were really not good at playing against the wind, and now they are behind and they have the same problems as they did last time out.

Anxious, fighting on their own, and thinking about standing up to solve the problem on their own. Bagheri and Karimi fired back-to-back long-range shots, completely ignoring the presence of the other teammates.

Alas!

Ali Daei sighed.

He had only one shot on goal in the second half, and it was Minavan who gave him a pass.

The time disappeared quietly for more than 20 minutes, Iran's attack was still a little chaotic, and the Chinese team's defense was still solid, and Horton had asked Shu Sing to warm up on the sidelines, and he was likely to adjust the back line.

Iran's centre-backs pressed close to the halfway line, with two full-backs even pressing 30 metres into the penalty area, while the goalkeeper stepped out of the box. Everyone was eagerly awaiting a goal.

Iran is besieging the Chinese team. At first, it was a cross bombing from the side, and then a long-range shot from the middle, but these moves could not knock on the door of the Chinese team, and even Zhang Yuming and Yang Chen returned to the big penalty area to participate in the defense.

"Don't miss anyone,"

"Left."

"There's a leak in the middle."

……

Fan Zhiyi's voice has not been interrupted, fortunately, the overall fight is still very good, and everyone is playing with their lives.

"It's not a way to go on like this......"

"Completely lost the offense."

"It's time for a substitution."

……

But Horton still didn't move.

In the 78th minute, Zhao Junzhe pulled a foul on the left side of the penalty area, and the Iranian team got another opportunity to take a set-piece in front.

This time it was Madavecchia who snatched the ball and didn't let anyone. Even Ali Daei walked over, he didn't pay attention.

His run-up distance was nearly ten meters away......

Knock –

The ball hit Fan Zhiyi's crotch hard.

Whew~

Fan Zhiyi bent down slightly, but he still endured the pain and stabbed the ball to Zheng Zhi.

Although Zheng Zhi was surprised, he still took a big step forward after getting the ball, and then immediately stretched his limbs and feet.

With a snort, the ball flew into the sky and shot straight towards the Iranian goal.

"Oops!"

"Oops!"

"Oops!"

"Oooo.....................oo Oh..................... Oooooooo ”

With the roar of Mr. Han, the ball shot straight from the backfield of the Chinese team to the big penalty area of the Iranian team like a missile!

Changhong through the sun!

The ball jumped over the Iranian goalkeeper's head and then fell towards the goal behind him.

The whole stadium was stunned by the sudden ultra-long-range shot, and the eyes locked on the ball.

"Ah!!!!h

"The ball went in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"