The free-kick was a bit to the left, only two to three metres from the line of the six-yard box, and was suitable for right-footed shots. ”

"Now almost all the Chinese players are standing in front of the ball, and they can't see who is in charge of the penalty."

"But one thing is for sure, the one who runs first is definitely not the shooter." Liu Jianhong explained, "Because indirect free kicks are not allowed to be directly attacked, they must be touched by teammates before they can be shot. So the person who runs first is not the shooter, we should focus on the player who runs behind. ”

Seeing the players on both sides standing still, Masayoshi Okada raised his right hand and blew the whistle in his mouth.

"Let's see who's going to take the punche..."

"Li Xiao..."

Li Xiao was the first to rush forward, and then crossed over the ball in full view of everyone.

Then there was Li Ming, who also shook a little, and his left and right feet did not touch the ball.

Then there was Hu Zhijun, Gao Feng, and the players who ran past one after another crossed over the ball like old hens laying eggs.

The Uzbek players craned their necks and looked stunned, for fear that one of them had touched the ball and they hadn't noticed.

The Uzbek goalkeeper was also panicked, he not only watched the position of the ball, but also counted the players of the national football team. Even if he doesn't know who is shooting at the end, the penultimate player who runs out must be a dial, and the last player who rushes forward must shoot!

Just after Xu Hong also ran above the ball, several careful Uzbek players immediately noticed that something was wrong!

The ball looks like someone has moved!

In an instant, three Uzbek players and the goalkeeper quickly rushed forward to block the angle.

Li Bing, who was closely behind Xu Hong, pushed with his right foot and pushed the ball high in the air.

"Li Bing !!"

At this moment, not only Liu Jianhong and Zhang Lu raised their hearts to their throats, but also the thousands of national football fans at the scene and the millions of fans across the country who were guarding in front of the TV and radio did not dare to breathe, waiting for the result after half a second.

Bang!

The Uzbek defender did not touch the ball, nor did the goalkeeper.

But the white swaying door frame, which had been standing in place, shook back and forth involuntarily.

"Oh my God!"

"Beam?!"

Liu Jianhong was so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

Between joy and sorrow, he could only follow the ball that popped up in the camera and let out a helpless sigh.

"It was actually crossed..."

"Qu Chu...??!!"

With Liu Jianhong's exclamation, fans across Asia who watched the game opened their mouths in surprise. In their pupils, a purple-robed warrior standing two meters in front of the top of the arc was standing on the ground with his left foot, slowly turning sideways.

Looking at the ball falling towards him in the air, Tang Wu took a deep breath and entered his own world.

Forget about the hustle and bustle around you, forget about the Uzbek team members who rushed towards them with their teeth and claws.

At this time, Tang Wu's heart was like water, and there was only the slowly falling ball in his eyes.

In the sunlight, the ball is just a round black shadow. But at the edge of the black shadow, there was a scattering of colorful light.

In an instant, the falling black shadow and the football that Anfield was provoked by Gerrard fused, and Tang Wu's body was almost instinctive, like a high-precision machine, and he turned over and slammed the ball with the instep of his right foot.

Will hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, shoot the wolf!!

Woo~~~Whoosh!!

The ball that was whipped by Tang Wu tore through the surrounding air, leaving only a black and white phantom in the camera. In less than a second, while the fans' eyes were still catching the afterimage of the ball flying and pulling down, the Uzbek net was suddenly lifted upwards, and at some point, a black and white football was wrapped in the top net.

"The ball is in!!"

Liu Jianhong couldn't control his excitement anymore and cheered in the microphone.

"This goal is in." Zhang Lu's flat voice then sounded. Even in such an exciting moment, he has to maintain a nonchalant expression and abide by "neutrality".

But Liu Jianhong beside him could see clearly that Director Zhang's two eyes had bent into crescents at this time, and he was overjoyed.

Although Liu Jianhong is also a calm commentator on weekdays, at this moment he can no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, and raised his voice and drank softly in the microphone.

"In the 90th minute and 44 seconds of the game, Ou Chuliang scored a goal that equalized the goal!"

"Equalize the score on the field to a 3-3 draw!"

"That's right, it was Ou Chuliang's goal! Let's take another look at this wonderful goalkeeper goal! ”

The big screen began to play back the tactical indirect free kick of the Chinese team just now, but on the football field at this time, Tang Wu was already surrounded by teammates running around him. The palms from all directions kept pressing on the top of Tang Wu's head, disturbing the hairstyle that Ou Chuliang had arranged before the game.

"Community, I really underestimate you, you still have this hand!"

"This ball is a beautiful shot!"

"Beautiful!"

"The real TM is a beautiful !!"

Thousands of words converged into a blessing: this ball shot is really TM beautiful!

"Ahhh Ou Chuliang, I love you, ahhhhh ”

A female fan with long hair in the stands could no longer suppress her excitement. At this moment, she burst out all the feelings buried in her heart.

"Ou Chuliang, I'm your junior sister! I fell in love with you the first time I saw you at school! Ou Chuliang, Ou Chuliang!! Ahh ”

"And me, me too, me too!" Next to the long-haired girl was a girl with a ponytail, and her face was flushed at the moment, not only because of shyness but also because of excitement. "Ou Chuliang, I love you too, I love you too!!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the excitement was transmitted to every fan in the stands.

Especially those fan girls who usually suppress their love in their hearts, they can no longer suppress their inner feelings at this moment, and after this earth-shattering volley, they are completely released.

After the reform and opening up, the folk customs are still simple and innocent.

But at this moment, on the football field in a foreign country, the fans really understood the style brought by "openness".

Female fans gestured their hands into horns and put them to their mouths to show their love loudly; Male fans come in a variety of ways, either banging on the instrument in their hands or waving the flag and shirt. Those empty-handed male fans kept clapping their hands together, refusing to stop even if they were red.

The Wide Park Stadium was boiling, and the whole of Hiroshima was boiling. The sensation brought by Chinese fans was even more violent than the 1945 atomic bomb.

In fact, not only the Chinese fans were boiling, but also the Japanese fans who watched the game were dancing and ecstatic.

There was even a female volunteer who took the opportunity to sneak over the billboard to the goal of the Chinese team, squatted down and stretched out her hand to pick up the remaining half bottle of mineral water that Tang Wu drank.

When she turned back the billboard, three female volunteers surrounded her and snatched it up without a lady.

"Brother Ou, do you feel it too? Tut-tut, I didn't expect you to be so popular with girls when you were young!"

Feeling the throbbing of Ou Chuliang's soul stretching out, Tang Wu sighed lightly: "Don't worry, as long as I am still standing on the field, I will never give up easily!" ”