Chapter 1 Key Battles

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The game has been going on for 80 minutes and the score is stuck at 0:1. In the stands www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion, tens of thousands of spectators shouted and cheered in unison, and the sound resounded one after another over the stadium.

This match is the last match of the World Cup qualifiers in the Asian top 10 competition, and the two sides of the match are the Chinese national football team and the Iraqi national football team, and the Chinese team plays at home. At present, the Chinese team is 2 points behind the Iraqi team in points, and if this game is drawn or lost, then the Chinese team will be eliminated. On the contrary, if the Chinese team wins against the opponent, it will be the Chinese team that will qualify for the World Cup finals.

Before the game, almost all the media had been thinking that the Chinese team would win easily at home, and the bookmaker even offered a high odds, but until the end of the game, the score was still behind.

Qi Sheng, the head coach of the Chinese national team, had been standing on the sidelines to watch the game, and at this time he whispered a few words to the assistant, who quickly went to the player warm-up area and called a warm-up player back.

The player was wrapped in a thick bandage on his right thigh and walked slightly heavily as he ran towards the bench. The spectators sitting behind the corner flag noticed this and shouted in unison: Zhang Zhi! Zhang Zhi! Slowly changed from a small audience to all the audience shouting in unison, as if they saw a savior.

The famous TV broadcaster Kuaikou Han Qiao was also excited at this time, and quickly conveyed the news to the audience in front of the TV.

Substitution! I saw Zhang Zhi gently patting the hands of his replaced teammates with both hands and running into the court quickly. The throw-in was sent out and passed to the feet of Zhang Zhi, who turned around and got rid of one of the opposing defenders, raised his right arm, and shot with his right foot, the ball drew a graceful arc and fell to the top right corner of the goal.

Everyone was looking at the ball, and the air was frozen at this moment, and the fast-talking Han Qiao also forgot to speak at this time, and looked at the ball in a daze, and the whole court held its breath and watched quietly.

Entered!? Some fans have already cheered out!

Fast-talking Han Qiao: Entered, entered, entered! ……

Suddenly, a hand blocked it all.

Iraq's goalkeeper Zaire took a sideways leap to save the ball off the line.

Hey~~~~It's a pity~~~~Good ball~~~

The audience is telling their regrets. Han Qiao also expressed regret at this time: I thought it was in, what a pity, but it's okay, there is still a chance for a corner kick!

On the field, Zhang Zhi held his head in his hands and looked up at the sky, looking very depressed. Suddenly, he fell to his knees on his left knee, as if injured. The team doctor enters the field.

"I said that Zhang Zhi's injury is not good, and he is going to be replaced again when he is injured!"

"It's not okay without him, the Chinese team depends on him!"

"Stand up, Zhang Zhi!"

At this time, the audience sounded again, "Zhang Zhi, come on!" Voice.

After a short period of processing, Zhang Zhi limped to his feet, didn't say anything, and waited for his teammates to take a corner kick. By this time the game had been played for 85 minutes. Time is ticking by the minute.

The penalty kick was taken by No. 8 player Wang Ke. Wang Ke's footwork is delicate, and he is the main penalty for set-pieces, he kicks it out, and the ball is a low flat ball, which is cleared by the head of the Iraqi player standing in front, and the ball falls at Wang Ke's feet, he buckles, shakes over an opposing defender, and crosses with his left foot. The ball was low and flat, and once again fell to the feet of the opposing defender.

At this time, the fast-talking Han Qiao couldn't bear it anymore: Wang Ke, you said that you usually play very well in the club, but when you reach the critical moment of the national team, you will drop the chain, and you have a golden left foot, I see that your feet are rusty...... He couldn't stop saying this, and kept complaining.

Everyone thought that the attack was over, at this time Zhang Zhi pulled the ball and snatched it from the feet of the opponent's defender, the opponent's tall central defender was stunned, Zhang Zhi flicked his right foot to the left, pulled the bow and prepared to shoot again. At this time, two defenders came up from the opponent, blocked the shooting route, one fell sideways to the ground, and the other rushed forward with the back of the hand.

Suddenly, a feint, with a buckle of the left foot, immediately shook down the two defenders and faced the last central defender of the opposing team.

This central defender is called Taraba, who played for Real Madrid Club at his peak, is the main central defender, is 1.88 tall, although he is a tall defender, but he is not slow to turn, belongs to the role of a scavenger, and in the national derby with Barcelona that year, he once did not have a shot on goal in the half of the Messi King defense.

Zhang Zhi is only 1.75 tall, which is obviously a lot shorter than Talaba, and in front of him, he can hardly find a single angle to shoot, like a wall. But Zhang Zhi did not panic, dragged his injured right leg, tapped the ball with his right foot, and the ball rolled up, and it seemed that it was about to be within Taraba's control. Taraba had already fallen to the ground, stretching out his right leg and preparing for a tackle. At this moment, Zhang Zhi exerted his right leg, pulled the ball back in an instant, followed the left leg to pull the ball upside down, turned 180 degrees, avoided the opponent's ferocious tackle, and faced the goalkeeper directly!

Marseille maneuver! Han Qiao blurted out.

With a single knife, Zhang Zhi shot angrily, and the ball drilled directly into the goal.

1:1!!

The audience was boiling!!

Everyone shouted Zhang Zhi's name, everyone danced, picked up the things around them, and waved them!

Han Qiao was a little stammered with excitement, entered, entered, entered, entered, entered, ......entered,

At this time, Zhang Zhi didn't celebrate too much, picked up the ball in the net, and ran directly to Zhonghuan Lake, and his teammates also ran back to their positions.

Han Qiao said the famous sentence that was later transmitted by thousands of people and passed down through the ages: There is not much time left for the Chinese team.

With only two minutes left and no more than five minutes of stoppage time, there is still one goal to spare.

The fans were in anticipation, and everyone stood up, some covering their mouths with their hands, and some simply clasped their hands together, hoping for the final miracle to happen.

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