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"Old District, yes!"

"Community, beautiful flutter!"

Fan Zhiyi, Wang Dongning and others who rushed forward leaned down and kept patting Tang Wu's shoulder.

Everyone's faces showed the joy of the rest of their lives, they really didn't expect Tang Wu to really save the penalty.

Especially Li Ming, after Tang Wu stood up with the ball, his face was full of guilt.

"Brother Ou, this ball..."

"Be honest and obedient, don't do that extra action!"

Tang Wu waved his hand and blasted Li Ming out of the forbidden area.

Perhaps Abadurymov didn't expect that a subconscious body movement before kicking would reveal his intention to shoot in the direction of the goal.

And Tang Wu also admired in his heart, Ou Chuliang's body was completely explosive in terms of flexibility.

"What's wrong with the old district? How do you open and close your mouth to taste the Northeast? ”

"Who knows! Did you chew bubble gum before? ”

"You're funny, bubblegum? Bite? That bubble gum is expired? Or is it from the Northeast, and after chewing, you will speak the Northeast dialect? What you say is really unreliable! ”

"Okay, okay, let's defend well!"

After Fan Zhiyi and Xu Hong whispered for a while, they looked at the ball kicked by Tang Wu above their heads, and accelerated to the front court.

"Chinese team, come on! The Chinese team will win! In the stands, the uniform shouts of the fans rang out again.

In this era, all walks of life in China are thriving, and all Chinese want to prove themselves in various fields.

Football has always been the weak point of Asian teams, but it is the number one sport in the world, and anyone who has watched it loves it very much.

As the country with the largest number of fans in the world, China's fans are different from other regional countries. The fans here have incorporated a lot of patriotic elements into it, forming a unique style all over the world.

Simple slogans, neat gong points, roaring sounds, waving flags. It has become a must-have element for all fans in this era.

Don't look at them only shouting such a few simple slogans, but every time such a voice sounds, the soldiers on the field will be enthusiastic and energetic!

Looking at the Chinese team that was actively attacking at the feet of Tang Wuda, Zhang Lu couldn't help but admire in the microphone.

"It was a brilliant save just now!"

"Ou Chuliang has made a great contribution!"

"This penalty is very important, so to speak, and it has pulled the Chinese team back from the edge of the cliff."

Zhang Lu's voice is firm and powerful, and old fans who have watched the game for so many years rarely hear Zhang Lu praise a player with so many words in the microphone.

"That's right, Ou Chuliang's save is simply earth-shattering, not only judged the right direction, but also quickly made a second save, completely cutting off the psychology of the opponent's supplementary shot." Liu Jianhong on the side also couldn't help but admire, and he was still reminiscing about the classics just now in his mind.

"Team China! Bang Bang Bang! China! Bang Bang Bang! ”

In the neat beat of the drum, the Chinese team launched an indomitable attack.

The rhythm of attack and defense between the two sides changed quickly, and two rounds after Tang Wu saved the penalty, Peng Weiguo received a pass from his teammates more than 30 meters away from the opponent's goal.

It's a position that is almost no threat to goalkeepers, and as long as it's not a player like Robert Carlos who has the ball, opposing defenders and goalkeepers don't take it too seriously.

Peng Weiguo looked forward after receiving the ball, and the opposing defender paused for a second before stepping forward to defend.

At this moment, Peng Weiguo, like an experienced surgeon, suddenly pushed a foot slightly to the right in front of him.

Including the players who grabbed it, the ball passed through the three-man defense area like a scalpel and rolled into the Uzbekistan penalty area in an instant.

This moment passed in seconds, and even the Japanese commentator at the scene suddenly changed his words and let out an amazing sigh.

"Huh? The Chinese team passed into the penalty area..."

"No. 6 Li Bing..."

It was precisely because he saw Li Bing's running position that Peng Weiguo took the opportunity to pass the ball to his teammates' running routes.

Li Bing's speed is not very fast, and he does not have much advantage in physical confrontation.

Although Peng Weiguo passed an outside ball, the opposing defender was superior to Li Bing in terms of speed and body. Li Bing stuck the opponent in the inner line with his body, but he was still squeezed away by the opponent little by little.

When the ball came to Li Bing's feet, Li Bing had already lost half of his position.

"Li Bing!"

Liu Jianhong snorted lightly.

Judging from the picture, Li Bing either forcibly took the ball away from the goal, or could only watch as he lost his position and lost possession of the ball.

In the blink of an eye, the experienced Chinese striker stabbed the ball in the back of the ass with his non-dominant left foot before losing his balance. The stabbed ball instantly changed direction and rolled slowly towards the far corner.

This is already the best way Li Bing can shoot on goal!

Such a slow shot surprised Uzbekistan's No. 1 goalkeeper.

Just now, in order to cooperate with his teammates, he has already attacked forward to block the near corner.

Who would have thought that Li Bing would be able to poke the ball into the far corner before falling to the ground?

The Uzbek goalkeeper stopped his heel in an instant, and due to inertia, the body was simply unable to exert force in the opposite direction at the first time. After stopping on his knees, he used his last strength to fall in the opposite direction.

Although Li Bing's shot was slow, the angle was tricky. Rubbing the fingertips of the opponent's goalkeeper, under the gaze of the 28,687 spectators at the scene, he slowly rolled into the net.

"In, in, in, in... Come in!! Until he saw the ball roll completely across the goal line, the Japanese commentator, who had been excited, shouted loudly.

"Hulalalala!!"

The neat drumbeat in the stands disappeared into a cacophony of sounds.

Li Bing dodged his teammates who pounced, rushed into the opponent's net, picked up the ball and clamped it under his armpit, and ran towards the midfield while waving.

The veteran of the national football team celebrated the goal in the most modest way, but the fans at the scene responded with the warmest applause to the hero who equalized.

"It's in!" Zhang Lu slapped his thigh, "The goal is No. 6 Li Bing." ”

"Li Bing from Liaoning Far East, he helped the Chinese team equalize the score at 50 minutes and 47 seconds in the second half."

"At the moment the score on the field is 2-2 draw."

"Let's look at the replay of the goal we just scored."

The decent explanation couldn't suppress the excited heart, and at this moment, Zhang Lu had already sat up straight. He believes that the soldiers of the Chinese team are still struggling on the field, and all he can do is to use the most dignified and solemn etiquette to wait for the hero to end the battle?

Lapina, who had long been reduced to a consultant, stood up from the folding chair as soon as he saw the goal. With half a bald head, he shouted: "GOOD, GOOD!" The two hands clapped together vigorously, and the thick palms were already red.

Qi Wusheng maintained a "handsome" demeanor, and still sat firmly on the folding chair on the plastic runway. But the incessant nodding and satisfied eyes revealed his true thoughts in his heart, and it must be the Chinese who understand the Chinese team.

The score is equalized, and the next step is to start counterattacking!