"Feng Jin, there is a successor to the Chinese team!"

"How much heart does it take to score a goal like this? I have watched football for more than 30 years, and only Dong Fangzhuo has scored such a goal with him, even Feng Renliang has not done it. ”

For a time, Feng Jin detonated China.

There is almost no time left for Uruguay, they are dying slowly, and every second that goes back is like their heart beating, plopping, plopping, and one has to stop beating.

The unwilling Suarez was making the last sprint, but Bentancur's ball failed to pass the ball, and the ball was intercepted by Huang Bowen, and he ran for nothing.

With a squeak, he ran back angrily, and then shoveled down at Huang Bowen's feet.

Angry scissor feet.

A shovel that lost his mind.

Maybe he didn't even know what he was doing when he was out of the way.

Huang Bowen was caught off guard and fell onto the turf, letting out a scream of pain that resounded through the sky.

The referee's whistle blew and Suarez was shown a red card, and at the same time the whistle for the end of the game was blown.

The hapless Huang Bowen lay on the turf and kept rolling on his left foot, and all the Chinese players forgot to celebrate.

"Louis!"

"You idiot!"

"It's stupid!"

Dong Fangzhuo yelled at Suarez. This guy can't afford to lose after all, and he has to shovel Huang Bowen after all of this. If Huang Bowen is injured, who will replace him in the next game?

And Zhao Xuri had already rushed to Suarez and grabbed Suarez by the collar, he wanted to seek justice for Huang Bowen.

"You're such a shameful fellow!"

"The clown who can't afford to lose!"

They don't have much to do with Suarez.

Godin hurried over to help and separate the two men. It's really humiliating to lose and know people again, this time.

At this time, Tavares limped into the stadium on crutches, and no one noticed his arrival.

When he got behind Suarez, Tavarez's right hand raised his cane and slammed it into Suarez's back.

With a snap,

The dynamics are quite large.

"Enough!"

"Can't afford to lose?"

"Do you want to continue to be embarrassed?"

The crutches fell, and Tavares had already turned and walked back.

Suarez stayed, all his teammates stayed.

The old handsome's back is really lonely......

"Luis,"

"Stop making a fuss."

Godin shook his head, and then said to Dong Fangzhuo, "I'm sorry, Dong. ”

"Congratulations, you've made the cut."

“……”

Godin drove his teammates away, trailing behind the old man all the way, no one dared to squeak, and no one dared to catch up. The Uruguayan fans in the stands also watched all this silently, and they had already burst into tears.

Not surprisingly, most of the players in this Uruguay will not be able to participate in the next World Cup, and it is time for Tavares to leave the football stage and dedicate himself to Uruguay for decades, but he still failed to do so.

It wasn't until Tavares walked out of the pitch that the Uruguayan fans remembered to give Uruguay the loudest applause and chant Tavares' name.

"Thank you,"

"Thank you,"

They owe most of all the credit to Tavares, not any of the players.

At this time, Huang Bowen finally stood up from the turf, and fortunately, there was nothing wrong with his left foot. It hurt just now, but now it's fine.

"That kid is too yin,"

"I was almost deposed by him."

"It's the same as before."

Everyone knows Suarez......

"Forget it, it's okay, after all, they lost."

"Let's go, thanks to the fans!"

Dong Fangzhuo patted Huang Bowen on the shoulder and hugged him.

Now, it has finally become a sea of celebration for Chinese fans......

From the round of 16 to the top 8, the Chinese team has advanced one step further, and there are only two games left before the final. Now, it's time to wait for the next opponent.

When everyone turned around, they found that coach Crawford was sitting quietly in the coach's seat alone, without any excitement.

Perhaps, he is tired, Dong Fangzhuo sees it in his eyes, hurts in his heart, and feels an indescribable discomfort in his heart, he is still in the position of the Chinese team at the age of 77, in addition to heartache, it is still heartache.

He walked over to Crowchen and sat silently beside him. It's like an old man and a young man enjoying the night view at night.

"Got into the top 8,"

"Hmm,"

"We're already on our way."

"Hmm."

"The next goal is the top four."

"Hmm."

Crouchen just nodded his head and didn't say much.

"I'm too tired, just go and rest, I can attend the press conference in your place." Dong Fangzhuo looked at the tired face on his face and felt distressed again.

"Well, it's really tiring."

"Maybe,"

"I'm really going to rest."

"Yes, after playing this World Cup, you can live out your old age in peace." Dong Fangzhuo also nodded.

"No,"

"I mean, maybe from now on."

"I couldn't seem to move, and my whole body felt like I was going to collapse. You help me up and let me walk around. ”

？

Dong Fangzhuo was startled, and had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he still gently helped Crowchen up, and at the same time, he greeted the team doctor.

The team doctor came over and looked, also confused, and he grabbed Crowchen's other arm.

"He wasn't like that before,"

"I'm too tired, aren't you, I'm too excited to win just now?"

"I'm going to take him to the hospital for a check-up now."

The team doctor's response was still very fast.

In this way, the two men helped Krauser to the players' tunnel. The camera camera kept shooting, and the fans at the scene also saw it.

"What's going on?"

"Something happened to Crawford?"

"Why do you want to help?"

"Oh, no......"

There was a lot of talk in the stands.

In the live broadcast room, Huang Jianxiang and Duan Xuan were also confused.

"The old handsome has a problem with his body."

"It's really worrying."

"I'm 77 years old."

"An army can't be a military commander, I hope there is nothing wrong with Crowchen."

……

The fans in front of the TV were also worried, but more people had already gone to drink and celebrate, and did not watch the picture after the game at all.

The ambulance drove to the local hospital, and Dong Fangzhuo accompanied Crowchen, did not go back to the locker room, and did not plan to attend any press conferences.

Nothing is more important than the physical health of the old handsome.

At this time, Crowchen slept very peacefully, no different from other simple old people, for the sake of Chinese national football, he almost did his best, and his grandson even entered the Chinese household registration, which can be said to be half a Chinese.

"It's going to be fine,"

"Don't worry."

……