"Xiao Song, you take it easy, there are only a few minutes left, don't look back and be punished again." Zhuo Yang pulled Alexander Song up from the ground and patted him on the head.

"Uncle Zhuo, speak with conscience. You don't rush me, I will only foul if I eat too much? ”

"Okay, I'll change sides, don't follow me!"

"Alas—" Xiao Song sighed. "Uncle Zhuo, it's a good thing that you really want to punish me, I don't want to play more than a minute in this embarrassing game."

"Don't! Your third uncle was sent off with a red card in two consecutive World Cups that year, if you follow the example and see red for the first time, then your Song family will really be full of loyalty. ”

It was a tight game, but the red and yellow cards were not excessive. The referee of Ben Kuilenka is a famous European whistle, and the game has a strong ability to control the field, and although the score of the two sides is fierce, the actions are very particular and there are no dirty actions. The Chinese team didn't need to play smoothly, and Cameroon forgot because it was beaten stupidly.

The game has reached 80 minutes, and there are only three yellow cards in the whole game, one for Xiao Song in the first half, and one each for Li Tie and Lao Song in the second half. Zhuo Yang broke through Xiao Song just now, and when he saw the danger, Xiao Song pulled his uncle to the ground, and Mr. Ben Kuilenka Xu couldn't bear to see the big score, but he just whistled and warned that he didn't play the card, otherwise Xiao Song would have rested.

At this time, Jie Shuai slowly replaced the youngest player of the Chinese team, 19-year-old Zhang Xizhe, and replaced Li Tie, who could no longer run. Zhang Xizhe is an attacking midfielder or a striker, Jie Shuai is very bold in employing people, he put Xiao Young at this time to mix it to his heart's content, let Zhuo Yang retreat and defend it, everything will be fine.

But Xiao Song's free kick that pulled down Zhuo Yang still needs to be kicked.

Although I feel very sorry for Xiao Song, the position of this free kick is too good, even if I am full, but it is like the cigarette after I am full of wine, and the temptation is very great. So, Zhuo Yang didn't hold it, and his feet were itchy.

A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops to meet each other!

When the meteor chasing the moon in the reverse arc bypassed the human wall and drilled into the corner of the goal, Zhuo Yang remembered the mantra of his brother Bantam Hasler when he took a free kick.

The Chinese team 7:2, Zhuo Yang won five yuan.

Since then, the game has become garbage time, with the Chinese team soaking mushrooms together, Cameroon completely discouraged, including Eto'o, and the only wish to escape from the nightmarish stadium is to end the game quickly.

Zhuo Yang retreated and joined hands with Zheng Zheng to guard in front of the three defenders, becoming an insurmountable moat. He retreated and stopped causing trouble, but he made Xiao Song, who had been guarding Uncle Zhuo's whole scene, empty, and didn't know what to do.

By this time, Cameroon had completely lost its rules, and a group of green forest heroes from the African jungle had become a rabble fighting on their own. Xiao Song didn't bother to pass the ball to anyone, so he came to the 30-meter line at the front of the Chinese team's penalty area.

Zhuo Yang looked at his confused and depressed look, and couldn't help but think of the early marriage child who pestered him all day long in Hanover, and felt distressed for a while.

Zhuo Yang slowed down his leg and didn't stop Xiao Song, and handed it to Zheng Zheng. Zheng Zheng thought that Zhuo Yang was going to rob it, so he scattered and prepared to respond, Li Weifeng thought that Zhuo Yang and Zheng Zheng were foolproof, so he moved to help defend Weibo. Wang Dalei thinks that there are so many big guys in front of him, and whoever stretches his legs will not have any situation.

At this moment, Xiao Song picked up his leg and shot a blind shot, and the Chinese team either dodged or dodged or didn't expect it, and the football flew straight into the goal.

In the 87th minute, the score was 7:3, and the total number was double-doubled.

No one in Cameroon went to the net to catch the ball, and the Chinese team didn't care.

"They're fighting back again, and we're still not angry?"

"Forget it, that black boy called the captain uncle, and we are all his uncles according to generation. It's not easy for children, so let's get in. ”

"Yes, yes, the child is very pitiful, tanned and black, let's go in."

At this moment, an eventful person emerged, and the honest and upright Zheng Zheng shouted at the top of his teammates' nonsense and the sound of woo vuzula: "Zhuo team, if you score one more, you will break the World Cup single-game goal record!" ”

Eleven players were suddenly silent!

Zhuo Yang suddenly woke up: Damn, I forgot about such a big thing, and I almost missed it.

There are some things that once you miss them, you don't know that you will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey, and you may never find an opportunity again. Zhuo Yang doesn't like to be in the limelight, but the limelight has always been in the limelight. Six goals in a single game, the first person in the World Cup in the ages, today is a godsend, and it is clear that it is prepared for me!

Lao Tzu wants to make trouble! At this moment, what compassion, what old Song Song, what Song Song, Southern Song and Northern Song Dynasty, all left behind. Lao Tzu wants to make the eyes of the three heavenly kings red with jealousy, and Lao Tzu wants to make those five sluts talk sourly.

"Lao Tzu did it!"

Ten teammates shouted in unison: "It's done, it's done!" out!! ”

suddenly turned into a group of roaring tigers, and those who didn't know thought that the Chinese team was behind in the score. Cameroonians are inexplicable, and they don't realize why the Chinese are suddenly high. Besides, they don't care about it either, they're numb.

At this time, everyone on the bench of the Chinese team also reacted, and everyone stood up, waiting for Zhuo Yang to create a historic moment. All eyes are on the game, which is about to go into stoppage time, and everyone wants to see history.

As the saying goes, good things are grinding! For nearly five minutes, the Chinese team didn't even want to defend, purely a posture of fighting for their lives behind one goal. But if you still lure the Cameroonians out to fight back like in the second half, maybe you will be done by this time. But under the eagerness of the players, they beat around the Cameroon penalty area, but instead pressed the opponent very hard.

At this time, the Cameroonians also woke up to the fact that Zhuo Yang's glory would be their tombstone, and it was not enough to have a Salenko, Zhuo Yang also wanted to wedge the nails on the coffin lid.

At this time, even if the Chinese team pulls it out again, they will never be fooled again, stick to the last ball, and become the last trace of stubbornness of the Cameroonians. It is no exaggeration to say that even if other Chinese are allowed to pour in three more and let the lost ball go on double, Zhuo Yang must not be allowed to enter.

It's easy to get things done with friends, and it's easy to walk when you have more friends.

The referee of Ben Quelenka has been looking at the watch frequently, and the Chinese players are becoming more and more anxious, whoever has the opportunity to take the ball will not hit the goal, and whether there is a chance or not, they will have to give Zhuo Yang a chance.

There were four minutes of stoppage time, 90+3, and that 3 seemed a bit long, and the Ben Quilenka referee was probably waiting for the right moment when the football would have stopped a bit, or maybe he wanted to witness history, but the whistle didn't blow anyway.

Zhuo Yang leaned on Xiao Song outside the penalty area, and he wanted to fake another free kick, but he held back. Desperately rubbing open a gap and turning to shoot, as soon as he kicked it out, he knew that it couldn't be because the power was not enough and there were defenders on the way.

The ball slammed into Nkulu's chest and bounced back, just then a friend appeared.