The fourth person sent by the Huaxia team is Mao Jian, this configuration is a typical counterattack configuration, whether it is Fang Zhuo or Mao Jian, they are both speed players.

"If Mao Jian can kick the ball in, the game will be over, and the Chinese team will win the World Cup in history." Huang Huo said a little excitedly.

The pressure is huge, and the penalty is to see who is more resilient to pressure.

Mao Jian has always been rated as a prodigal son, he has played for many club teams, and once played against the old master, he once sealed his throat with a sword, and his psychological quality is relatively strong, and Zhu Bo arranged for him to play in the fourth also has this meaning.

The pressure on the Dutch goalkeeper is not small, and if this goal is scored by their opponents, they will lose the title and the uncrowned king will continue to be uncrowned.

As one of the strongest teams in the world, the strength of the Dutch team has always been recognized by the outside world, but what is the use of recognition without a championship? They would rather trade recognition for a title, a World Cup winner.

And today, whether or not you can win the championship is all in this moment.

Termination, or continuation, it's all up to this ball.

Mao Jian stood in front of the football, his eyes were fixed on the opponent's goal, the pressure was on both sides, and whoever could resist would win.

How do you kick this ball? Mao Jian is also thinking about it, the pursuit of angle is inevitable, and Mao Jian himself is not a power-type player.

The penalty kick running distance will not be too long, so Mao Jian just simply ran a little, his body was arched at first, and then suddenly straightened, his body leaned back slightly, and his feet came into close contact with the football.

The soccer ball headed to the left.

The Dutch goalkeeper hurriedly pounced over there, the speed of the football was not fast, but it was a boccia, so the Dutch goalkeeper could only honestly pounce on the ground.

Seeing that the football was about to roll over, the Dutch goalkeeper kicked the ground violently, and his arm stretched forward again, feeling the touch of his palm, and it seemed that the ball was still in time.

The ball changed direction at the touch of the Dutch goalkeeper, but the general direction has not changed.

The Dutch goalkeeper didn't hesitate at all, he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the goal.

The force of the football has become a lot smaller, and it still stubbornly rolls towards the goal.

"Bang!" The ball finally hit the goal, and then bounced back, in a horizontal direction.

The speed is not very fast, and it slowly rolls out of the bottom line.

"It's a shame." Huang Huo said very regretfully.

"The Dutch goalkeeper reacted too quickly, and there is no way to do it, and today's goalkeeper is like a hanger, one by one is better than the other." Fan Feng was also very helpless, this ball Mao Jian had already kicked well enough, but it was still a little bit worse.

Although the football was not kicked in, it also scared the Dutch goalkeeper into a cold sweat, but then he became excited, roaring loudly, this goal did not score, and their Dutch team still had a chance.

"The penalty kick reached the fourth round, only Jin Feng scored a goal, the score was still 1-0, and the Chinese team temporarily took the lead." The penalty shootout is like this, which is strange enough.

Mao Jian was very frustrated, if this goal was scored, they would have won, but it was just a little bit worse, if the angle was deviating when kicking, maybe this ball would be able to enter the goal.

However, frustration is frustration, it has become a fact, and no matter how frustrated it is, there is no use in it.

In the fifth round, if the Dutch team scored in this round, the Chinese team did not score, the penalty shootout will continue, and if the Dutch team does not score, then the game will be completely over.

Jin Feng walked slowly onto the field and said hello to Mao Jian.

"It's up to me below." Jin Feng said to Mao Jian with confidence.

"Come on." Although Mao Jian missed the penalty, he can't lose confidence now, and he still has to cheer for Jinfeng.

"Penalty in the fifth round, look at this goal." This ball is very important, so Huang Huo is very nervous.

"The Chinese team now has two good chances, Jin Feng pounces on this penalty, the game is over, the next penalty is scored, and the game will be over." Fan Feng also felt a trace of nervousness.

Jin Feng was very calm, without the slightest performance.

The Dutch team sent Van der Vaart, who was brought in after extra time, and he must have been very fit.

Taking a deep breath, Van der Vaart felt that the fate of the Dutch team was on him alone, and this goal had to be scored.

Without making too many movements, even the movements of observation were very hidden, Van der Vaart was ready to use such means without giving the other party the slightest chance to react.

Seeing the football flying over, Jin Feng hurriedly ran two steps forward, stretched his body as far as possible, and touched the football with his arm, changing the trajectory of the football.

Like Mao Jian's penalty, this one flew to the post.

Van der Vaart watched the football be touched by the golden wind, and although his speed slowed down, there was still no problem with the general direction, and he flew towards the goal.

"Bang!" The ball hit the post, but instead of bouncing into the goal, it spun and spun on the goal line.

Van der Vaart was about to cry out excitedly, and he couldn't stop shouting: "Go in, go in." ”

Seeing that the football seemed to be about to enter the goal, a big hand suddenly appeared and pressed the football on the goal line.

"This goal has been scored." Van der Vaart shouted at the referee.

"It doesn't seem like the goal went in." Huang Huo didn't look very carefully.

"It seems to be a crimping line, and it didn't go in." Fan Feng certainly wouldn't support the Dutch claim.

The referee hurriedly looked at the position of the football and did not see what it looked like a goal.

In the end, the referee ruled that the goal was not scored.

This judgment made Van der Vaart lose his strength directly, and his body went limp, and he sat on the ground with his butt.

The Dutch players wept bitterly, they lost, they finished second again, is it really that the world champion is so close to them?

On the other hand, on the side of the Huaxia team, it is singing and dancing, joyful, and has always been very calm Jin Feng, and he was slightly excited at this moment, but the football in his hand did not mean to let go, and he had to take this football back as a souvenir.

"Champions, we are world champions." Huang Huo felt that he was going crazy, who would have thought that Huaxia could actually win the football World Cup? If I had said it before today, I would have been laughed to death if I hadn't been beaten to death, but after today, everything is different.

"Miracle, what a miracle, the Chinese team actually won the World Cup?" Fan Feng felt that everything was like in a dream, and it didn't seem so real.