The emotions that have been suppressed for too long are vented at this moment, and everything in the past, everything in the past is gone with the wind.

Everyone in the Chinese team cheered and screamed, the small table was more like a newborn duckling, and the little rooster jumped unreservedly and rode on Yang Biao's body, he was a little wooden and not good at expressing his emotions.

In front of everyone, he subconsciously hugged Yang Biao's forehead and kissed him fiercely.

The base was full of emotion, Yang Biao's face was full of confusion, and he didn't expect the small table to come to this one.

The teammates who surrounded him all laughed good-naturedly, and then pounced one by one, like a hungry wolf, and kissed Yang Biao on the forehead.

Yang Biao wanted to resist, but he was pressed by so many people, even if he was born with divine power, he sighed in vain, since he couldn't resist, he could only enjoy the passive enjoyment of disgust.

The camera accurately found Yang Biao's face that was worse than death, and Li Wu's tormented heart felt a little better.

But the fans also felt the unity and harmony of this national pig from the actions of the players.

There were still ten minutes left, although the North Korean team was two goals behind, but there was no great loss on their faces, and there was no sign of wanting to give up, one by one the North Korean players and their teammates around them roared angrily, clapped each other's palms, and cheered for each other.

This is a respectable iron army.

Sure enough, as the game went on again, the North Korean team was like a big truck that lost its steering wheel, no longer thinking about braking, and only cared about rushing towards the Chinese team's goal.

The North Korean team organized fierce offensives like a huge wave again and again, taking advantage of Zheng Dashi's physical advantage, taking advantage of Kim Zeyong's long-range shooting and speed advantage, and bombarding indiscriminately in the backfield of the Chinese team.

Their kind of desperate ruthlessness, for a while made the Chinese team very uncomfortable, Yang Biao at this time judged the situation, also joined the defense, although Platini's defense is not very good, but as long as Yang Biao's flag flutters in the backfield, the backbone of the Chinese team is there, the Chinese team will not be chaotic.

He is like a needle of the sea god, standing still in the waves, pointing straight to the sky.

The Chinese team was also crazy at this time, and they were crazy, they roared, exuding bloody charm, and constructed an iron bucket array in the restricted area and around the forbidden area, using flesh and blood, blocking the North Korean team's heavy artillery shots again and again, near the backfield, it has become a human flesh graveyard, you North Korean team dare to show its fangs, our Chinese team dares to show its sword.

The fans watched it very much, this is a struggle that belongs to men, and they found out for the first time that in fact, the national pig is quite manly.

The North Korean team's death squad-like meat grinder tactics could not break through the defense of the Chinese team in the last ten minutes, and Kim Nam-jong, who was standing on the sidelines, had a gloomy face, looked at his watch, and sighed helplessly to the sky, "This battle is not a crime of war!" ”

Beep、、、beep、、、、、、 With a short and long, breathy whistle, the 93-minute game, including stoppage time, finally came to an end.

With the whistle, the coaching staff and coaching team of the Chinese team poured into the field like a swarm of bees and rushed towards the players.

Hearing the whistle at the end of the game, the players of the Chinese team softened, and their will suddenly receded like a tide, like a puddle of mud

Fell to the ground, just now with a breath, the potential of the whole body, has been red eyes, just care with the North Korean team desperately, at this time the whistle together, the breath in the chest relaxed, only to feel extremely sore all over, a few team members stopped, suddenly foot cramps, fortunately caught up with the substitute immediately for them to relax.

More of them lay straight on the grass, panting violently.

The twenty or thirty Chinese fans who watched the game spontaneously stood up, clapped desperately, with tears in the corners of their eyes, and sang the national anthem loudly

"Arise, you who do not want to be slaves。。。。。。"

They are proud! They are proud that in a foreign country, they can witness the fierce majesty of a majestic and incomparably pure national pig on the field, and they can finally raise their heads this time and proudly say, "We are fans of the Chinese team." ”

Although the North Korean team was also depressed after the defeat, it did not seem to be depressed, but a kind of pride and ambition to start over and regain the old rivers and mountains.

Jin Zeyong walked straight in front of Yang Biao, his eyes were full of infinite fighting intent, and he took off the clothes on his body with full fighting spirit, "No. 10, I want to exchange jerseys with you, see you next time, you won't have such good luck." ”

Yang Biao couldn't imagine that Jin Zeyong's Chinese could be spoken so well, and he was a little surprised.

Perhaps seeing Yang Biao's doubts, Jin Zeyong laughed, "I live opposite Dandong, and I learned Chinese since I was a child." ”

At this time, the camera was also adjusted to the position where Yang Biao was standing, Jin Zeyong's young body was suddenly exposed to the sight of the majority of fans, the whole body showed a golden ratio, the upper body was fan-shaped, the two pieces of chicken breast seemed to be fat-free, the eight-pack abdominal muscles were layered on top of each other, and the whole body was like a devil's muscular man, which made people sigh, this is a steel body that can only be trained with much effort.

Yang Biao also laughed, naturally patted Jin Zeyong's shoulder, and said domineeringly in the posture of the absolute boss: "Whether it's next time, or next time, you will never have a chance to defeat me." ”

This is an extremely difficult opponent, with extraordinary talent, iron will, and hard enough, if he can't take the lead in planting the illusion that he is invincible, when he grows up, it will be difficult to say whether he will win or lose.

Just like James in the NBA playing DeRozan of the Raptors, no matter how well DeRozan performs, there will always be a sense of powerlessness and habitual collapse in the face of James, which is caused by James planting the posture of an absolute strong man in his mind.

"Really?" Jin Zeyong laughed, but there was a faint hint of uncertainty in his eyes, and even he didn't know it.

Yang Biao took off his jersey with a brush, his body was like flowing water, and his muscles were evenly distributed, which was no worse than Jin Zeyong. It completely subverted the concept of national pigs and white chickens in everyone's minds.

Some of the unintentional fans in the stands were about to drool. A low, oh-oh cry came from his throat.

The North Korean team has not looked up to the Chinese team very much, but today's performance of the Chinese team subverted their concept, out of respect for the strong and the brave, each player clapped each other and exchanged jerseys.

The muscles of the national pigs are layered, looking very strong, and at this time, the upper body is taken off, which makes people seem to see the scene of five hundred Spartan soldiers, which looks extremely magnificent and makes people think about it.