Just when everyone was still cheering for Guan Zhen's wonderful save, they were also distracted by Guan Zhen's roar.

Suddenly, before he could reach the roar, he threw the ball up with a big flying foot and drove it vigorously through the midfield.

Just when everyone wondered, what kind of operation did he do, why didn't he delay the time, after all, after this period of hand-to-hand combat, 21 minutes had passed in the second half.

Suddenly, a figure like a ghost, crossed the midfield, like a day-by-day Kuafu, chasing the sun in the sky.

No. 10, it's No. 10 Yang Biao, how did he appear here, how did he appear, everything is like a huge mystery shrouded in everyone's hearts.

An Yingxue and Wen Renguo, who were besieging him, look at me, I look at you, suddenly looked around, only to find that there was still Yang Biao's comprehensive image there, and the person was lost.

Just when they were annoyed that Zheng Dashi couldn't score for that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and were distracted by Guan Zhen's sky-high roar, Yang Biao had already broken away from their encirclement and quickly ran past the midfield, you know, Platini's speed without the ball can definitely run into eleven seconds.

The next moment, the two of them were like burning their eyebrows, and the ants in the hot pot let out a heart-wrenching howl, like two cats that were on fire on their tails and rushed back to the backyard quickly.

Kim Nam-jong, who was standing on the sidelines and paying close attention to the situation on the field, suddenly had an extremely bad feeling in his heart, which was a great horror that could be predicted that this game would be lost.

In the first 70 minutes, no matter how unfavorable the situation on the field was for the North Korean team and how difficult the game was, he firmly believed that the North Korean team would win the final victory, but at this moment, he wavered.

Like a swinging tumbler, he roared at the players to get back on guard.

Day and night, in the end, he couldn't prevent it, but he also knew that An Yingxue and Wen Renguo had done their best, even if it was him, he was attracted by Guan Zhen's actions just now.

In fact, they didn't know that this was exactly what Yang Biao whispered to Guan Zhen when he entered the halftime.

Now there are only three defenders left in the backfield of the North Korean team, and the Chinese team has Yang Biao and a small table, forming a 2-on-3 situation.

Can Yang Biao and the small table grasp this opportunity?

2 to 3, it seems to be quite easy, but people who really know how to play football know that it is not easy to form a deadly threat, which requires one of the two people to be able to run out of the tacit position, and at the moment of running out of the tacit understanding, the other must pass the ball to the opponent's feet in a timely manner, so as to have a chance to create a fatal blow, after all, this fighter is only in five or six seconds, missed this opportunity, the opponent's defenders have been back in place, and there is no chance again.

Can a small table run out? Can Yang Biao spread it?

So the fans all stood up nervously and looked at the picture with blank eyes.

I prayed in my heart, "Enter, enter, enter!" ”

The North Korean team's defense, which had already suffered Yang Biao's two big losses, knew that Yang Biao had a mysterious pass, so the backbone of the defense, Cha Jung-hyuk, immediately commanded Lee Jun-il and Park Nam-chul to step forward to force and delay Yang Biao's offensive time, and he couldn't give him so comfortable to pass the ball out, and he personally stared at the small table.

The small table, which is now full of confidence, seems to be back in Belgium at this moment, subconsciously pulling his body out of the penalty area, and by the way, he also pulled out Cha Junghyuk, who was defending him, so that the penalty area formed a vacuum.

At the moment of pulling out and running quickly, the old trick was repeated, a quick stop and a quick return run, and quickly ran back into the penalty area.

Cha Jung-hyuk was not very quick to chase because of the experience of the previous car, and when he saw the turnaround and running of the small table, his heart flashed, "I already knew that your kid had this trick." Then he turned quickly, and within three seconds of turning, he was able to fill in.

But the moment he turned around, the figure of the small table rushed out, and it was still half a position away from being offside.

Yang Biao's eyes are shining, this is an intuition for football, this is the crystallization of countless times of technical tempering, and it is what distinguishes Chaoshen from ordinary A-level stars.

What a capable person can't do, what a person can't do, is vividly reflected at this moment, just when everyone thought that Yang Biao couldn't pass the ball to the small table under the combination of the two defenders of the North Korean team.

I saw Yang Biao rub his feet vigorously, and the ball seemed to hit the American Tomahawk with precise guidance, just right, and passed the ball to the small table that was only half a body offside in seconds.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful! This pass is really exquisite, a second slower than the small table will be stuck by Cha Jung-hyuk, a second faster the small table will be suspected of offside. "It's a super master-level pass!

"A stroke of genius!"

"This ball is so comfortable, not in a hurry, not slow, the small table can get this ball very comfortably without much effort."

The fans who knew the goods all sighed, they couldn't imagine that Yang Biao had such skills, a terrifying pass.

The small table was no longer concerned at this time, seeing the ball in front of him, just like a hungry wolf seeing the bloody fresh meat, the potential in his body seemed to have been fully developed, and countless stimulants were poured under his feet, and he didn't dare to make any adjustments, because the fighter plane was fleeting, as long as he made an adjustment, Che Zhenghyuk behind him would catch up and form a restrain him.

The talent of the small table was fully manifested at this moment, and without any hesitation, he flew out with a kick and shot at the moment when the ball fell in mid-air. With an indomitable momentum, there is no superfluous thinking, what will hurt, and even the ball may not be scored, no longer think.

The mind is ethereal.

"Beautiful, pretty!"

This ball is passed wonderfully, and the small table for shooting is also magical.

At this moment, the whole stadium was overwhelmed by the huge sense of tension and oppression, and the fans watching the game in China stood up, their whole bodies tense, and their eyes were staring at the ball that flew towards the goal.

Li Mingguo quickly moved sideways and took a leap in the direction where the ball was flying, his hands were like a giant net, but unfortunately the ball flew into the goal by grazing his fingers.

The ball went into the net in response, and the small table that shot into the ball was like a madman, his hands were clenched into fists, and his hair flew with violent running, and he roared and ran towards Yang Biao.

He let go completely, he was too familiar with this feeling, extremely relaxed, absolutely confident, as long as he wanted to, then he would definitely be able to do it.

It's boiling, the fans all over the country are boiling, Huang Jianxiang in the live broadcast room is shaking his head like a plane, and now it's the 80th minute, the Chinese team is leading by 2 goals, and the game is stable.

The thoughts of loyal readers have been received, the next chapter will end the game of the North Korean team, and the next game will speed up the pace, please rest assured, if you have any questions, please feel free to mention, grateful, I wish you all a happy Valentine's Day, and the single dog will get off the single as soon as possible!!