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A question mark on everyone's face.

"Coach, this ball is indeed my top!" Yan Song pointed to his head, "Well, this is it." You see, the red mark that just topped the ball is still there! ”

"Really? Big black, you see. ”

Hearing that some teammates were suspicious, Xu Liang next to Yan Song leaned over to take a closer look, and it was really like this.

There was a dark red on Yan Million's forehead, which was the result of hitting the high-speed flying ball.

got Xu Liang's affirmative reply, and some teammates on the side "complained".

"Million, you scored this goal, why didn't you say it earlier? I thought it was the captain who entered! ”

"Who knew you would recognize the wrong person!" Yan Song's face was aggrieved.

Just now, he and Hu Zhaojun were in the same position, and they were both front points.

Coupled with the visual dislocation, many people think that it was Hu Zhaojun's goal.

And after scoring the goal, Hu Zhaojun was the first to run to the coach's seat with open arms, and anyone would think that he scored the goal.

"Million, next time you say it earlier, don't always misunderstand."

"yes, yes, I was so happy."

"If you entered, you said it earlier, what are you doing with a stump!"

Looking at some of his teammates around him who suddenly became unhappy, Yan Song couldn't help but feel angry.

Can you blame for scoring a goal? I shouldn't have scored this goal?!

"Damn, do you blame me for being blind?" Yan Song immediately replied.

"Yan Song, how do you speak?" Seeing the "celebration" that gradually changed its flavor, Shen Xiangfu shouted in time.

"Also, it doesn't matter who scores, we're ahead now! Scoring goals is a good thing, whoever scores is the one who scores, and you can't run. What do you earn? Why don't you go back to the game?! ”

Under Shen Xiangfu's reprimand, the National Olympic team members, who were still elated, were like players who had been caught up on the field before they had rested, and they returned to their positions one by one with their heads bowed and dejected.

Yan Song glanced at Hu Zhaojun as if nothing had happened, and the two rows of teeth creaked.

"Yaokun, what's going on?" Tang Wu had been standing on the line of the penalty area, and when he saw his teammates returning to the field, he couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, don't mention it! It's Hu Zhaojun's kid again! Zhang Yaokun waved his hand, "It's more than once!" ”

"In the past, every time there was a goal, he was the first to rush to the coach's box, and everyone thought it was him who scored!"

"Isn't it?" It was so far away, Tang Wu didn't see it clearly.

"Of course not, it's Yan Wanjin!" Zhang Yaokun shook his head, "If it weren't for the camera, maybe this ball was 'snatched' away by Hu Zhaojun's kid again!" ”

Following Zhang Yaokun's fingers, Tang Wu saw the big screen above his head.

It was clearly marked that the scorer was number 11.

"Huh? How did Yan Song score this goal? After looking at the scoreboard clearly, Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun corrected the mistake as soon as possible.

"That's right, this AFC is counted on Yan Song's head, let's watch the replay again..."

"Don't really say it, this ball is really Yan Song's top."

"Almost, hahaha!" Huang Jianxiang said with a smile, "This ball Hu Zhaojun almost hit it." ”

"It's true that Sun Xiang is very smart with this kick, there are two of our players in front of him, and they are all lacking in defense."

Under Zhan Jun's "four or two thousand pounds", fans quickly shifted their attention to Sun Xiang's corner kick selection, forgetting about the "live oolong" just now.

But this "controversial" ball, which can make the two CCTV commentators "oolong", is deeply rooted in the hearts of the National Olympic players.

In the first half, due to the adjustment of five starters, the Iranian team players had a little problem with the run-in.

They are known for their skills, and they frequently make mistakes in passing and receiving the ball on the field, and they do not cooperate well, and they do not organize their attacks well.

After conceding the goal, the Iranian players became more impatient and fought more fiercely.

In the 31st minute, Xu Liang was injured in a corner kick defense and fell to the ground. Two minutes later, Hu Zhaojun hit the opponent's foot heavily in an offensive shot in front of the court, and was also injured and carried off the field for treatment.

In the 40th minute, the frenzied Iranian team attacked again.

No.14 captain Navidácchia picked up a team-mate from outside the box and sent in a long-range shot without warning. The ball crossed Tang Wu's finger and hit the post and bounced high into the air.

"Mine!"

After quickly getting up, Tang Wu shouted again, reminding his teammates who planned to break the top.

Just as Tang Wu had just jumped up, a hidden elbow suddenly hit Tang Wu's stomach fiercely.

"Fack!" Tang Wu scolded secretly.

Dantian was angry, and his jumping body immediately softened.

Tang Wu gritted his teeth, withdrew his left arm at the last minute, clenched his right hand into a fist, and knocked the ball away from the heads of the two Iranian players who struggled to get the top.

Zhang Yaokun and the others didn't expect Tang Wu to suddenly "miss", and stayed in place one by one, watching the bouncing ball slip past them.

At this moment, Iran's No. 19 Atterbatel suddenly cut in from outside the penalty area, faced the ball with a kick, and swept the ball fiercely towards the empty goal.

"Be careful!"

Huang Jianxiang only had time to shout, and the ball flew past all the defenders, including Tang Wu, towards the gate of the National Olympic team.

Boom!

With a centimeter to go from the goal line, a black and white sneaker appeared on the ball's trajectory.

In full view of everyone, Zhang Baofeng jumped up and almost stopped the ball from the air in a barb posture.

There was a muffled sound of "boom", and Zhang Baofeng's back fell to the ground fiercely.

However, at this time, no one cared about Zhang Baofeng, who fell to the ground, Tang Wuqiang endured the pain in his abdomen and flew forward, rushing towards the ball straight up and down.

", these are actually me?"

This time, Tang Wuxue was smart, and he didn't pay attention to the ball that fell in the air.

After glancing at the right time, Tang Wu jumped suddenly.

Before Zhang Baofeng could get up, he felt a black shadow passing by him, and quickly twisted his head to the side.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Two shouts in a row, both from the mouth of the same person.

Beep!!!

Haji, the referee from Syria, hurriedly blew the whistle in his mouth.

After hearing the whistle, Tang Wu's hand let go, and the ball rolled out from his side.

The players on both sides hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Tang Wu and Ma Danqi apart.

"Tang Wu, are you okay?"

"Captain, how are you?"

"Brother Tang, are you hurt?"

The red-clothed team members gathered around Tang Wu and asked worriedly.

On the other side, the Persian iron horseman wearing a white shirt teamed up to tear off Madanc's jersey.

On the chest of the Iranian striker, there was a dark red and bruise. Ma Danqi, who was lying on the ground, was gasping for breath, but it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe.

"It's... What to do? What is this? The Iranian players looked at each other, and Mobali hurriedly called the team doctor.

The people around him could clearly see that when Tang Wu had just picked up the ball, his left leg suddenly arched forward, and his knee pushed Ma Danqi's arm hard and hit him in the ribs.

After the two collided in the air, Tang Wu, who jumped very high, "stayed" in the air for a second. A second later, Tang Wu's body pressed against Ma Danqi again.

After a collision and a pressure, even if the Iranian striker, who is only 1.7 meters tall, has good physical fitness, his ribs may have been fractured at this time.

Seeing that Madanch was so difficult to breathe, the team members were afraid that bone fragments would penetrate his lungs.

After the team doctor carried Madanch off the field, the referee directly announced the penalty for the Iranian player to rush the goalkeeper, and the national Olympic team took a free kick at the back.

"Fack, are you eating? How can you judge like that? Mobari was the first to be upset, stepped forward to block the referee's path, and pointed to his face and said.

Madanch is already injured like this, and you still say that we rushed the goalkeeper? That's!

The Syrian referee shook his head, he just saw very clearly that Tang Wu was the first to jump, although there was a leg stretching movement, but almost every goalkeeper would raise his knees when he jumped.

The key is that Ma Danqi ran in front of Tang Wu from behind, and at that time, Tang Wu's knees were already in place, so he "accidentally" hit his chest.

As for the "collision with the goalkeeper", it was judged based on Tang Wu's stumbling on Ma Danqi after landing after receiving the ball.

The goalkeeper usually doesn't pay attention to the moment when he picks up the ball in the air, and if someone stretches his foot at his feet or something, the goalkeeper can't react at all. In this way, the attacking players will cause great damage to the goalkeeper.

Based on the comprehensive judgment, Ma Danqi's injury was self-inflicted, but his behavior caused "harm" to Tang Wu.

It's a common practice on the football pitch, and goalkeepers are the most dangerous professions, and almost everyone has to give way to goalkeepers in a collision.

"Fake, it's not fair!" Once again, Mobari blocked the referee's way.

Tang Wu stood up with the support of his teammates and watched this scene coldly.

Hehe, the referee doesn't give a foul based on who is seriously injured!

Apparently the Iranian striker did not accept the referee's explanation, and he stood in front of the referee again and blocked his way.

Beep!!!

The Syrian referee blew the whistle again.

When Mobari saw clearly, a yellow-colored gem card was already held above his head.

The referee gave him two chances, which can be regarded as benevolent.

The other Iranian team members were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Mobali aside.

If this continues, the Iranian team will probably have to fight with ten men.

Mobari glanced at Tang Wu scoldingly, spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm, and ran towards the front court with his arms raised.