The red flag is unfurling, the crowd is surging, malicious, and goodwill, like a torrent overwhelmingly catharsis from the audience, and the sound of the sky is like to overturn the roof of the celestial body, an absolute big scene. China has never lacked passionate fans, only our own superstars who can detonate them.

The rest of the players of Shen Biao's team didn't know that Yang Biao was so fierce, and he couldn't react for a while, he couldn't do a good job, and he stayed in the backcourt of the team, so the whole horizontal half only saw seven or eight big men in red clothes, like a lawn mower to seal a yellow-clothed No. 17, Yang Biao was like a small sampan in the stormy waves, and there was a danger of collapse at any time.

Wan Hong is from red to blue, and the strong color contrast highlights the tragedy of Yang Biao's lonely hero, and on the court, the lonely hero can attract more fans and make people's blood boil.

More than half of the fans in the stadium stood up nervously, watching the next development.

In the VIP box, a middle-aged uncle wearing glasses also stood up, and the H-shaped Hermes belt around his waist was shining.

"Can he still give us miracles? Will he still be able to fight his way out?

I'm afraid not, even if Maradona is in Yang Biao's position, the only thing he can do is pass the ball, or be tackled, but who can he pass the ball to? ”

He Hui, who was in the live broadcast room, explained with regret.

"It's a shame that this process deserves a goal!" Zhan Jun also looked regretful.

"No, there's still a chance, he still has a chance!" He Hui has already roared a little out of shape, because at this moment the camera is drawn to the line of sight covering the whole field, Zhan Jun and He Hui can clearly see that Shen was arranged by the team in the half of the field striker An Daoqiang also ran to the edge of the penalty area, because Yang Biao attracted all the defensive firepower, plus some players in the front midfield of Hengda advanced too deeply, and failed to return to defense in time, now An Daoqiang's perimeter is empty within five meters, as long as he can pass the ball to his feet, he can directly face the goalkeeper, forming an excellent single knife.

Zhan Jun also saw the vitality of this nine deaths, but he didn't agree, not only him, everyone didn't agree that Yang Biao was able to see An Daoqiang under such a siege, even if he did, it was impossible to pass the ball to An Daoquan's feet, although his performance just now was amazing enough, but what about the passing level of domestic players, even some national players can pass the ball to the sky without any personnel pressing. This is still the level of the Chinese Super League, not to mention the Chinese League.

"Xavi, Iniesta, Zidane, the world's top midfielders can pass the ball to the feet of An Daoqiang, but Yang Biao should have no choice." Zhan Jun sighed.

on the field

In the face of the encirclement and suppression of the tiger and hungry wolf, Yang Biao's heart at this moment is so calm, such as Gujing Yingyue, before he broke through to the edge of the penalty area, he had already seen An Daoqiang's running position, taking advantage of the moment when the four people in front of the Hengda team were encircled, the foot board vigorously pushed the ball, and the ball passed directly through the crotch of the midfielder Ningbo of the Hengda team.

Wearing a crotch is actually a crotch wearing.

Everyone stared at the ball to see if it could reach An Daoqiang's feet, and to see if the No. 17, who had behaved like a god in the opening minutes, could continue the miracle.

At this moment, even the most fanatical fans had to hold their breath, for fear of disturbing the movement of the ball, and the players of the Shen Quilt team sitting on the bench all stood up nervously, and some even looked forward to it, clasping their hands in prayer.

The Hengda team members who surrounded him secretly shouted, "Grass, bad! ”

Muric, who had already arrived at the horse, relied on the striker's unique sense of smell, and a voice in his heart told him that the ball would definitely be able to pass to Adaoqiang's feet.

All eyes were on it, the mind was gathered, and the running ball was like being equipped with a precise radar guidance system, and the force was just transmitted to An Daoqiang's feet.

"Good chance!" Now he is facing a goal that is only four or five meters away, and the goalkeeper has been attracted to the left post by Yang Biao, it can be said that he is basically facing an empty goal, and the surrounding area is extremely wide, he can adjust the most comfortable position to get up, Zhan Jun and He Hui almost shouted in a crying voice.

Yu Bao didn't expect the ending to be like this, and after reacting, he couldn't help waving his arms and shouting, "Shoot!" Shoot! ”

In an instant, the pressure of the whole field was like a Wanjun peak, all pressed on An Daoqiang, for a while, he was blindfolded, he never thought that Yang Biao would be able to accurately pass the football to his feet under the siege of seven or eight people, originally his running was also a gesture, so that everyone could see that he was also working hard, not eating dry rice, but this pie in the sky really happened, now he just needs to close his eyes and put his feet to volley, this door will definitely be able to enter.

At this moment, he thought a lot, and even the future emerged from his mind in the electric light, and the whole body didn't know whether to be scared or excited, and he couldn't help but tremble, and the trembling feeling was like being electrified, spreading all over the body, and there was an inexplicable sense of tension, especially the huge pressure generated by the hundreds of thousands of eyes staring at him, (according to research, people's eyes are stressed, a very simple example, that is, when someone stares at you, you will have a feeling of being stared at.) And the loud noise that was about to eat people was about to deafen his ears. The fans in front of him booed everywhere, and their faces were hideous, like evil ghosts coming out of hell, which was terrifying.

He wanted to raise his foot and volley, but the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained by something, and his left foot, which was used as a weight-bearing force, trembled, and he was unsteady on his feet, and the powerful volley of his right foot shot the ball directly into the sky.

Looking at the football flying higher and higher, he had a feeling of wanting to die, for some reason, at this moment a classic line of Journey to the West sounded in his mind, there was once a football in front of me, I don't know how to cherish, if God can give me another chance, I hope to say to this football, I will definitely be able to shoot in.

But it's a pity, God will not give a chance to start over, with An Daoqiang's anti-aircraft gun, the court showed a full range of life, the players of the Hengda team breathed a sigh of relief, Shen was lost by the team, a dejected, full of helpless and regretful expressions, as the culprit An Daoqiang has lifted his shirt, covered his head, faceless, kneeling on the grass.

Outside the field, the fans of the Hengda team exhaled heavily, and in the live broadcast room, He Hui and Zhan Jun looked sorry.

"It's much harder not to score than to score!" Zhan Jun lost no time in teasing.

"This ball also illustrates that you are not afraid of god-like opponents, but only pig-like teammates." He Hui followed up with the mending knife.

The photographer at the scene also came, and did not focus the lens on An Daoqiang, but adjusted the lens to Yang Biao, wanting to see what his expression was like at the moment? Anger, loss, disappointment, sadness, or breakdown.

But what surprised them was that Yang Biao's face looked light, and even those who observed carefully could see a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

What the hell is going on, is there something abnormal about the nerves of this 17th? Thinking about it empathically, even superstars will be annoyed and furious when they encounter such a situation.

The so-called abnormal things must have demons, seeing Yang Biao running towards An Daoqiang, for a while everyone was looking at this No. 17, who had behaved a little too much just now.