Hiss –

Hiss –

Wayne Rooney's eyes were about to fall out, his whole face was distorted, and he really wanted to smash the TV.

Nima, the Chinese team scored the fourth goal, and it was the No. 12 again. England's defense was indeed paper-mâché.

Southgate is up, not as good as the original Keown! gave Su Maozhen such a lot of space. What was Su Maozhen doing when he jumped to the top? He only thought of pulling Su Maozhen's jersey with his left hand, but did he pull it?

No!

The ball is in!

4:3！

"Su Maozhen!"

"Su Maozhen!"

"Su Maozhen!"

The name of Su Maozhen sounded in the workers' stadium, and the Guoan and Taishan fans at this time were still friendly, not as exaggerated as later.

"Awesome,"

"Awesome,"

"Awesome!"

Yang Chen and Li Jinyu did not stand up, but Su Maozhen stood up. He told Chinese fans with his brace that although he is not as famous as Yang Chen, he can also score!

This time, he rushed to the area where Luneng fans were waving the flag of Shandong!

He kissed the palm of his hand lightly, and then sent the kiss to the stands.

His face was filled with mad joy, his eyes glistened with tears, and he almost wanted to cry.

Zheng Zhi chased after him frantically, and then jumped on top of him. Zhao Junzhe and Li Xiaopeng quickly pressed them to the ground, and everyone came up to celebrate except for Ou Chuliang, who was standing on the goal line.

4:3。

It was a dream night.

"Crazy,"

"Crazy,"

"It's crazy!"

"Audience friends, fans and friends, we are now bringing you the friendly match of China VS England at the Capital Workers Stadium, if you have just turned on the TV at this time, then don't be surprised, the Chinese team is currently 4:3 ahead of England, you read that right, the Chinese team is ahead of England!"

"Su Maozhen scored twice and overtook the score for the Chinese team!"

"The myth of the undefeated workers' body is back!"

Huang Jianxiang's eyes were red, his fists were pressed tightly on the table, and he was almost about to stand up and raise his arms and shout.

He has never been more excited than he has been as a football commentator. He really imagined an ordinary fan standing up and waving their flags and shouting wildly......

"Hey, hey,"

Zhang Lu was calm enough, although the muscles in his face twitched, he still maintained the calmness of a professional host.

"I feel like I'm dreaming right now, and I'm sure everyone feels like they're dreaming. In the dream, we are 4-3 ahead of England and we could get a win. ”

"If we can hold on to the last twenty minutes, then we're going to have a crazy night."

"Of course, if the game is like this, even if we lose in the end, we are crazy enough."

The Chinese are crazy, and the British are going crazy. It's just that the latter is all pain, like eating.

Martin Taylor rarely commented with emotion.

"I don't have much to say."

"It's a shit race."

"Keegan will regret that he went there to play."

"Tomorrow's newspaper is going to sell like crazy."

Andy Gray's emotions were even more agitated.

'Keegan should have been sacked straight out of the class, and if his team had always played like this, this England team wouldn't have done anything in 2000.'

'Keegan is really not fit to be in England and I don't see any hope.

"The defense is nothing, I'm even the last dog who is better than them. That's it, the offensive end is actually inferior to China? Sh-it!”

In front of the people of the whole country, Andy Gray burst into foul language.

Southgate couldn't laugh, his face was more embarrassed than his dead father, it turned out that he was not much better than Keown, or even worse than Keown, how could he let that guy kick such a stretch shot?

Leap to the top right under your nose!

Gerrard's face couldn't see anywhere, after all, Zheng Zhi only completed the assist after getting rid of him. He actually came up with emotions, seeing Zheng Zhi's performance so good, he was secretly competing with Zheng Zhi, and it turned out that the distance between him and Zheng Zhi was a little far away!

Although it was only a friendly match, the backwardness made everyone's mood fall to the extreme, and they were a little flustered.

Maybe I thought that I would be bombarded by the news media after the game, or maybe I thought about losing to a weak opponent like China.

Anyway, their hearts were inexplicably anxious.

The smiling Horton made another substitution adjustment, he replaced Shao Jiayi with Shensi and Yang Chen with Hao Haixi.

After the resumption of play, England's attack was a bit disorganized, Steven Gerrard rushed up and disrupted the team's formation, and Scholes was a little awkwardly positioned. The Chinese team began to retreat into the half, and the ten minutes passed, and only Gerrard's two long-range shots were available.

Bambi on the left broke through, Gerrard fought alone in the middle, Beckham on the right was killed by Zhao Junzhe, and Scholes was closely followed by Zheng Zhi.

England is in trouble.

"God!"

"Let's figure it out!"

"Are we going to have a defeat?"

Martin Taylor slammed the table, a little hated that iron was not made of steel.

Chinese fans have long forgotten Owen, Beckham, and Shearer.

Knock knock,

"Chinese team, come on!"

Knock knock,

"Come on, Chinese team!"

The gongs and drums shook the sky, and the cheering was deafening. The Gongti completely belongs to the Gongti of the Chinese fans, England is lost here, and their army has lost its direction.

As the clock ticked by, David Beckham's free-kick lost its magic, and although he was still running diligently down the right, he was unable to feed his team-mates. Zhao Junzhe, the obscure Chinese player sticks to him like a magnet.

On the contrary, it was Shens who almost gave Su Maozhen a third assist on the left side.

The anxious Gerrard's return pass mistake in the 88th minute almost rewrote the score, but it was a pity that Hao Haidong's shot was weak.

"There is not much time left for England!"

"Two minutes to go."

"Basically, we can hold on to the win, if nothing else."

"Now Zheng Zhi has the ball, and Gerrard has come up."

"Ouch, Gerrard fouled."

"This young man is too anxious, he fouls at every turn, look at Zheng Zhi, how calm he is with the ball."

"After this ball comes out, it is estimated that it will be about the same."

……

……

Beep

Beep

Beep.

"It's game over!"

"China beat England 4:3!"

"We avenged the 0:3 in '96!"

"Although this is just a friendly match, it is tantamount to injecting a dose of strength into Chinese football, boosting the confidence of all of us, and letting us see that we in China can also wrestle with the world's strongest teams!"

"Tonight, it belongs to Chinese football, to Chinese soldiers, and to Chinese fans!"

"Congratulations!"

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