Honduras were in a hurry, and they kept attacking from the two flanks. ”

"But our defense is also very good, the players do not hesitate to run and assist in defense, Zhang Linfan and Li Xuepeng also adjusted their mentality and became very calm."

"Yes, we can't make mistakes at this time, we just need to keep this score and we can get the final victory!"

The three commentators looked at the game without blinking, and their whole hearts were pinched up like the Chinese fans who were watching the game.

They are nervous at every Honduran offensive.

They breathed a sigh of relief for the Chinese team's wonderful defense and applauded one after another.

Everyone knows one thing in their hearts, and now... They are really close to the World Cup.

......

Honduras don't play well on the ground, so they use more English-style long balls and high balls.

However, the Chinese team's joint defense at the expense of physical strength made them feel very distressed.

Every time there is a battle for the top, it must be two Chinese players fighting together.

And the Honduran midfielder did not dare to move too close, and the threat of Yile was too great.

The goal in the first half, they still remember vividly, if Yi Le once again put forward the kind of through ball, the Chinese team that scored two goals behind the away team, they dare not imagine.

If the Chinese team scores one more goal, it will really be over.

But they can't completely stop attacking, after all, they are still at a disadvantage.

In the stands, Honduran fans cheered wildly.

Chinese fans are also unwilling to be lonely, and fans on both sides are shouting vigorously in an attempt to affect the players in the stadium.

In the 59th minute, Figueroa made a long pass, Li Xuepeng became smart this time, ran directly to resist Elis, and waited for Zheng Zhi's support.

Zheng Zhi's quick support was in place, and the three of them got up together to fight for the top, and the ball was pushed back to the midfield.

Claros and Yu Dabao scrambled, and the two sides pushed each other, but Claros had a clear physical advantage, pouting his ass to stop the ball and pass it back directly.

"!!"

Yu Dabao scolded depressedly, he felt that his body was thin for the first time, and he secretly vowed that he must increase his physical strength.

The ball is still Honduras, and the Chinese team has no intention of fighting for the ball.

Their main focus is on defense.

Under the cooperation of Zheng Zhi and Yi Le, it is difficult for the two wings to continue to make breakthroughs.

As for positional warfare, Honduras will only fight when its brain is pumped, and if it kicks like this, it will definitely be played to death by Yile.

The midfielders of both sides are not of the same level!

Honduras continued to attack, and the Chinese team's defense played resolutely.

The situation in the arena has also become extremely stale.

Time passed little by little.

In the 72nd minute, Yi Le finally found an opportunity, bent his bow and shot an arrow, and passed a long pass directly to the back post.

Exxon and Wu Lei are both rushing to the landing point, while the Honduran players are also quickly in position.

Ackerson received the ball, and he passed it directly to Wu Lei.

Wu Lei looked at the two defenders who rushed towards him, and directly kicked the goal.

In a hurry, the ball was not strong, and was easily held in the arms of the opponent's goalkeeper.

In the 79th minute, Honduras also played a beautiful counterattack.

Also in the cross, Hernandez and Quiiotto competed for the top, but they did not touch the ball under the interference of Yi Le and Feng Xiaoting, and goalkeeper Yan Junling made a decisive attack and picked the ball.

The two sides played back and forth, and under the high-intensity attack and defense, they were quickly depleting the physical energy of both teams.

The clock goes into 80 minutes...

Lippi decisively called a halt, and he was going to arrange a substitution.

Under the impact of Elis, Li Xuepeng's physical energy was seriously depleted, and he couldn't run anymore, and in a previous attack, in order to prevent Elis, Li Xuepeng could only foul and carry a yellow card.

At the signal of the fourth official, Li Xuepeng went off the field and Jiang Zhipeng came on as a substitute.

Jiang Zhipeng was very active after he came on the field, perhaps because of his abundant physical fitness, and he was able to match Elis in terms of speed on the side.

This made the Chinese team's defense a lot easier.

Another five minutes passed, and Yi Le saw Zheng Zhi holding his thighs, panting for breath, and the jersey on his body was already wet.

In this game, Yi Le could feel that Zheng Zhi was really fighting.

Zheng Zhi's running distance is no less than that of Yi Le, but you must know that Yi Le is only 21 years old, and Zheng Zhi is already 37 years old.

"Eight minutes at most!!"

Zheng Zhi looked very tired, but he still applauded and reminded loudly.

Hearing this, the players of the Chinese team were in high spirits.

They just need to hold on for another eight minutes.

In the stands, the Chinese fans were also cheering.

They were eager to share their physical energy with the players, they could see the painful expressions of the players, but despite this, they did not give up running.

How much physical exertion is this game?

A physical monster like Yi Le felt his legs shake again.

He doesn't remember how many times he has jumped to the top, and every jump and run is frantically consuming his physical energy.

It wasn't the biggest game he's ever had, but it was definitely the most tiring.

Whether it's the distance traveled or the mental level, there's a lot of pressure.

But Yi Le understands one thing, he is very uncomfortable, and so is the Honduran player opposite.

Now the players on the field are almost all supported by will.

Whoever vents this breath first loses.

The cheers of the Chinese fans are still deafening.

This gives Yile a little bit of strength.

"Their expressions look painful!"

In the stands, Eason Chan was getting goosebumps all over his body.

He has seen more than once that the players can only throw their whole bodies out and block the opponent's attack by fouling due to excessive physical exertion.

The collisions again and again, the figures gritting his teeth and fighting hard made him unable to calm down for a long time.

Their physical strength was visibly exhausted, but none of them gave up running.

For the sake of victory!

A game is not only about flashy skills and superb tactics, but more importantly, it is this kind of pure willpower struggle.

At this moment, he was both moved and proud of the fighting spirit of the Chinese players.

The rest of the fans were also crying out for their hearts.

They understand that victory is not far away.

Whistle it!!

Whistle it!!

Whistle it!!

Whistle it!!

The Chinese fans couldn't help but start urging the referee to blow the whistle, and the game entered the final critical moment, which was simply torment for them.

And in China, those fans who stayed up late to watch the game were also afraid to breathe.

Everyone was waiting for that exciting news.

In the shouts of the scene, the offensive of Honduras was even worse, and they were more anxious than the Chinese team.

Hernandez passes the ball to Quiotto.

Quito took two steps in front of the penalty area, looking at the tightly guarded posture inside, ready to be blindfolded.

Just when he was about to get up, Zheng Zhi suddenly came out from the side, and the two collided together, and the person turned on his back.

The referee shook his head and signaled a reasonable collision.

Zheng Zhi got up quickly, staggered two steps and fell, got up again with his hands and feet, and used his head to push the ball to Yi Le, roaring angrily: "Xiaole!! Go and end the game!! ”

Yi Le took the ball, he didn't respond to Zheng Zhi, and he didn't have the extra strength to respond to him.

All he could do now was run.

Yi Le slammed the ball out and began his final sprint.

He had little energy left, and he knew this was his last chance.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed the last of his physical strength, and sprinted forward resolutely.

Yi Le's speed is soaring, but he knows that he is not even half the speed of his heyday, but why is it so fast? There is only one answer, and everyone else has slowed down.

They also had problems with their fitness.

"Stop him !!"

Mejia yelled in fright, then ran over to surround her.

On the other side, López is also coming in the bag.

Yi Le couldn't help it, he didn't seem to see the two of them, sprinting with his head down.

He didn't have the strength to make moves, the only thing he could do was to run, run as fast as he could.

Lopes ran over and stretched out his foot to break the ball, but Yile swooped out again before the opponent could get through the two's pocket.

"Yile has broken through!! It was too late for the Honduran defense to retreat, and Yile went it alone!! ——”

The three commentators were grouped together, their eyes staring straight at the screen, their fists clenched tightly, and they could even feel their hearts beating violently.

The same goes for the fans in the stands.

Honduran fans looked in horror at the running of Beijing.

The Chinese fans wanted to shout, but their voices seemed to be blocked, and they could only make a 'forehead, forehead...'.

Under the gaze of the audience, Yile became the only focus.

He burst into the penalty area and the Honduran goalkeeper burst out early.

Honduran goalkeeper. Escovo lay on his side, blocked the angle of the goal, and roared:

"Don't think about scoring!!"

Yi Le looked up in the last minute and fired a light shot.

The soccer ball slashed across Escovo's body.

Escovo had stretched out his arms as much as he could, but could only watch in despair as the ball fell into the net.

Bang!!!!!!

Yi Le was directly knocked over, and due to the consumption of physical energy, he could not do effective protection measures, and fell viciously to the ground.

Yi Le lay on his back, he no longer had the strength to turn his head to look at the goal.

The ears are buzzing, which is a sequelae of lack of oxygen.

In this game, he really did everything he could, squeezing out the last trace of physical energy.

So.... Did the ball go in?

In the tinnitus, Yi Le saw Zheng Zhi appear in front of him.

"Easy... You.. That's great! Hahahaha... Hahahaha....."

The sound was intermittent, and Yi Le couldn't help but shake his head.

Seemingly... The ball is in!

We won!

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