By the time people noticed that the rain was getting heavier, it was already five minutes later. For five minutes, they were still shocked by the replay of footage over and over again on the big screen.

Zhang Jun's dragon is incredible from any point of view. Adriano kept talking to himself on the TV: "How did he do it? How is this possible? "For someone of Adriano's stature, Zhang Jun's light movements are indeed a bit incredible.

It's not the first time Zhang Jun has made such a move, but doing it in the Eredivisie and doing it in the World Cup has a completely different meaning, and the influence is not the same.

Like in 2002, Turkey's Ilkhan passed Robert with a back-heel pass; Carlos, like that, immediately became famous. It's not difficult to catch the ball in the heel, but because it's in the World Cup, it's the famous defender Robert; Carlos, it immediately feels different.

Now, the name Zhang Jun is also famous all over the world with this amazing move, and all fans remember the name of the man who dared to play with Buffon in front of the Italian backline, who had three people in a row.

became famous on a global scale, and Zhang Jun did it with Longteng.

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As the so-called ginger is still old and spicy, Italy, which was equalized by the Chinese team, regained its composure after experiencing the initial panic. They began to organize a counterattack to try to take the lead again.

And Lippi also replaced Cassano with Vieri at this time.

Cassano was a little unhappy when he was substituted, believing that Italy's equaliser was his own time to play, and was about to make a big splash when he received the order to go down.

He didn't bother with Lippi when he was replaced, and sat alone on the bench sulking.

Vieri ran quickly onto the pitch, due to the impact of form and injury, he was no longer able to get the main position in the Italian national team, but Lippi used him at this time, not Inzaghi, not Giraldino, or believed in his ability, hoping to use his tank-like impact to blast open the door of the Chinese team.

Naturally, he is reluctant to let the manager down, and of course, he himself is keen to regain his place in the main team through his performances.

After Vieri came on, Italy reduced the combination of ground passes and significantly increased the number of high balls, especially crosses from both wings. Vieri's strong body and height of 1.86 meters are a very big threat to the defenders of the Chinese team.

During this time in the Chinese team, except for Zhang Jun, everyone else retreated to defend. They believe that once they get past the first 10 minutes, Italy will lose momentum and the game will be back in their hands.

Piero crossed from the left, Wang Liang did not stop, the ball flew to the goal, Liu Peng jumped in front of Vieri, ready to clear, but he soon felt a huge pressure behind him, he could barely shake his head, and had to push the ball out of the bottom line in a hurry. It wasn't until he hit the ground that the pressure disappeared.

The creator of this pressure is Vieri.

Italy's corners, thanks to Vieri, have also become extremely threatening. Han said that in the World Cup, Italy vs. South Korea, it was a corner kick, and the players of the South Korean team almost tore Vieri's shirt with their hands, and could not stop him from jumping and shaking his head to attack the goal, and then everyone watched the ball enter the goal.

With the experience of the South Korean team, the Chinese team did not dare to slack off, Liu Peng jumped up and scramble, but Yang Pan inserted a leg between Vieri's legs below, so that he could not jump with all his strength.

Liu Peng, who was out of pressure, easily pushed the ball out, while the depressed Vieri glared back at Yang Pan, but Yang Pan ran out as if nothing happened, and the Chinese team was offside.

Totti hoisted the ball back to Vieri and the linesman raised the flag for offside.

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During this period of time, Italy changed to a stable style and pressed out to attack, and Anke had a lot of opportunities to show up and give close-ups.

Every time Anco saved an Italian shot, there was a deafening cheer from the stands. Sometimes even the previous cheers have not stopped, and the second time it comes.

Anke has the illusion that he is not in the World Cup, but in the Bundesliga. The stands were full of yellow and black Dortmund fans. Bayern Munich attacked, Ballack passed to Ze; Roberto, Ze; Roberto passed to Ballack again, and the two made a two-on-one combination of hitting the wall, and then Barak passed directly to Mackay, who shook Warnes and volleyed vigorously!

He leaped forward, pressed the ball firmly to the ground, and then stood up and looked at the disappointed Dutchman with a smug face.

The cheers in the stands remembered again......

"Vieri! Shot! Anke! Anke! The shot from close range was saved by him again! Gianluigi Buffon was outstanding, and Anco was not to be outdone, and his excellent saves made Italy's attacks come to naught. The cheers of the entire Westphalian Stadium were dedicated to him alone! ”

Anke got up from the ground and shouted loudly as everyone waited to retreat: "Don't let the Italians casually enter the forbidden area!" The back line is a little harder, and Vieri collides! Carry it hard with him! Didn't you all eat?! ”

"Holy! It's easy, you and him can carry it......" Li Suisheng spat on the ground. He has been fighting with Vieri, although he is taller than the other party, he is on the thin side, and he is very disadvantaged against Vieri, who is like a heavy tank. Several times he was eaten hard by Vieri. "This guy is simply a tank, not a person!"

In the blink of an eye, Vieri killed again, and this time he forced his feet in the defense of Li Suisheng and Liu Peng, hitting the goalpost, scaring Anke out of a cold sweat.

Li Suisheng was lying on the ground, looking at An Ke very innocently, he and Liu Peng couldn't eat it. What else can Anke say? He had to spit Vieri's back. "Damn, you're so strong, why don't you go to rugby?!"

Qiu Suhui has a very bad prediction that the Chinese team will concede goals if it continues like this. Vieri alone stirred up the Chinese team's backline, and the others, Totti and Piero, have not yet made a move. There are too many holes in the Chinese team's defense, Qiu Suhui himself is terrified below, and these loopholes are enough to be fatal even if they are caught once.

But what can he do? Substitution? The eleven people on the field are the strongest lineup, and the thickness of the bench of the Chinese team is not enough, and the thickness of the bench on the back defense is even weaker. Change of formation? If the four defenders can't defend themselves, can the five defenders do it?

He looked down at his watch, and it was twenty-five minutes into the second half.

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Crewe's pass was disrupted by Gattuso and Pirlo received the ball and he immediately played a long pass to Piero in front of him.

Piero looked at ease in the face of Wang Liang's defence, and he easily stopped Pirlo's long ball before starting to think about breaking through the Chinese defender.

"Wang Liang! Hold him back! Yang Pan shouted loudly as he quickly chased back. As long as Wang Liang can successfully drag Piero, wait for him to come back, and fight back and forth, Italy will have no chance.

Vieri raised his hand in the box and he stood out like a beacon.

Wang Liang didn't kick out, just lowered his center of gravity and stared at the football at Piero's feet, he was waiting for Yang Pan to come back.

Piero didn't want to wait, his feet shook, and he was about to break through, Wang Liang hurriedly shifted his center of gravity back, ready to intercept. But Piero was just a feint, he pulled the ball back with his left foot, took a step back, and suddenly got up and crossed!

Wang Liang didn't expect that he couldn't defend anymore, so he could only watch the football pass by him and fly to the penalty area behind him.

Anco was going to attack, but just took a step back and back, because Piero passed the ball very badly, the ball was spinning outward, flying to the back corner of the goal, and his attack did not guarantee that he would catch the ball, so it was better to go back and defend the goal.

He retreated as he followed the ball to the back post.

Vieri was behind, but as long as he blocked the angle of his shot, the ball wouldn't pose much of a threat.

Vieri jumped, and it was still Li Suisheng who was defending him, but he lost to Vieri even on the jump this time. He was pushed behind him, and in desperation, he had to use his hands to go to Lavieri, hoping to make his center of gravity unsteady and unable to reach the ball.

He didn't dare to push too hard at first, for fear of fouling. But he soon found that if he didn't use force, he wouldn't be able to pull the big man at all. I had to pull it violently, and this time it pulled.

Vieri only felt that there was an empty body behind him in the air, and he was about to fall, but at this time, the ball also came, and he could have won a penalty by falling down and exaggerating, but he didn't get a penalty...... He now needs to score himself, and he doesn't want to miss it, and he has a strong desire to support his body, straighten his waist in the air, and use only the strength of his neck to push the ball towards the goal.

But he didn't have much power on this ball, so it was more appropriate to say "rubbing".

Anke jumped up to catch the header that had no power, but he stretched out his hands, but suddenly found that his hands couldn't reach the ball!

Vieri rubbed the football, but instead rubbed the football out of an arc, bypassing Anco's defense, and falling straight into the back corner of the goal!

This is the last thing Anke wants to see.

People are not as good as heaven. Li Suisheng tried his best, but he did Vieri a great favor!

The soccer ball crashes into the empty goal.

"- !!" Anke yelled unwillingly.

“goal！！ goal！！ Vieri! Christian; Vieri! Italy leads the score again! They lead the Chinese team 2:1! Vieri scored his second goal of the tournament! ”

The Italian fans cheered like crazy, and if it weren't for the barbed wire, they would have rushed into the field. It was a much tougher race for them than expected, and it was worth celebrating to be able to take the lead again.

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The moment Wu Shangshan saw the ball fall into the empty goal, his feet were weak, and he sat down on the ground. Zhang Jun's goal greatly boosted everyone's morale, and he also wanted to perform, but now Italy has once again led the score, and it is still under siege, which makes him suddenly feel that Italy has never been behind, or even equalized, and has always been in front. No matter how hard you try, they are still in front of you, you can see their backs, but you can never catch up with them.

He was discouraged and didn't want to chase anymore.

Even Yang Pan stood stunned in front of the penalty area, he knew how strong Italy was, with less than twenty minutes left, it was almost impossible to equalize again. Buffon and Nesta were fooled by Zhang Jun once, and they will never be fooled a second time.

Could it be that the Chinese team's World Cup road has come to an end?

Anke knelt on the ground, still scolding to himself: "Hell! Damn it! See the fucking ghosts! Fuck the hell ......"

But he was caught off guard, and a person ran to him without saying a word, bent down to pick up the football in the goal, and then turned around and ran to the center circle. He walked past the Italian players in celebration, and his steps were still a little staggering, as if he had tripped over something. Anke looked at the back, mouth open, but forgot about the chattering and swearing.

He didn't keep scolding his mother like Anke, nor did he use his voice to boost morale, he didn't say a word from beginning to end, put the football on the tee point in the center circle, and gasped for the kick-off.

He is Zhang Jun who almost disappeared in the indiscriminate bombing of the Chinese team's penalty area in Italy.

He shouldn't have run back, or he shouldn't. Because running from the Italian half to his own goal will also consume a lot of physical energy. He just had to stand in the centre circle and rest while waiting for his teammates to kick the ball over and kick off the ball, but his teammates seemed to have forgotten that there were still ten minutes left and that they were not over yet.

It's not that he doesn't want to remind everyone loudly, but he doesn't have the strength to speak loudly, and his poor breathing causes him to consume his physical strength faster than usual. He had to pick up the ball himself, not because he didn't want to rest, but because he didn't have time to stand there and catch his breath.

Sophie filmed Zhang Jun holding the football all the way to the center circle, and in the camera, she found that Zhang Jun had no expression on his face, unlike the other team members who looked depressed and even desperate, he looked calm.

What are you thinking, Jun Zhang?

It's nothing to concede a goal, we'll get it back. With your mixed feelings for Italy, you'd think so. But you know what? Your opponent is Italy, it's Buffon! Even you have to use the dragon to break through his door, how do you do it the rest of the time? Your physical strength won't allow you to do it again, right?

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Seeing Zhang Jun's performance, Yang Pancai woke up like a dream, he clapped his hands vigorously and shouted loudly: "Don't be stunned! We have ten minutes left, and the game is not over yet! Stand up, all stand up for me! ”

In fact, it was not only he who was touched, Zhang Jun's silent back was like an example set in front of them, silently telling them what they should do.

Anke stood up from the ground, took off her gloves, wiped the sweat from her palms, and put them back on. "Okay, okay. I swear, I really swear, I won't let you score another goal. Fuck, this is Lao Tzu's home turf! He muttered as he put on his gloves.

Xiang Tao said to Li Suisheng and Liu Peng: "I'm here to defend Vieri, which of you will fill my position?" ”

The two looked at him in surprise: "But you are the left wing-back......"

'I can play at centre-back as well. At Anderlecht I played at centre-back and full-back, and I played in all positions at the back. Which of you can play the sidelines? ”

"How are you going to defend against Vieri?" Liu Peng asked.

"How to prevent it? Hey, doesn't he like to use his body? I'll do what he asks. ”

Liu Peng then remembered that in the national team, if you want to say who has the most developed muscles and the least fat, then it must be Xiang Tao, who is only 1.83 meters. Don't look at his small size, but he is full of muscles all over his body, and there is hardly any fat. He tensed his muscles, and the knocks were all [***], and even the strong Yang Pan was not his opponent. Maybe, he really could.

Liu Peng raised his hand: "I'll go, be a fullback who only defends, I think I'm fine." "He's not talking nonsense, Liu Peng, who has excellent explosiveness, is fast, and he is not slow to turn, he can really be a fullback, and his height is not a problem at all. Germany's full-back, Metzeld, who is 1.9 meters tall, did the same great job.

Li Suisheng didn't have any opinions, and the three of them immediately changed positions.

Wu Shangshan didn't want to lose to Zhang Jun, he also gritted his teeth and stood up, came to the middle circle, and stood face to face with Zhang Jun, ready to kick off. Although in terms of age and qualifications, Zhang Jun can be regarded as Wu Shangshan's "senior", Wu Shangshan has always regarded Zhang Jun as a competitor. From the time of the National Olympic training camp, Qiu Suhui took the newspaper of Zhang Jun's hat trick in the Netherlands and asked him how he could do compared to Zhang Jun, and he set Zhang Jun as the target to catch up and surpass, and listed him as the number one competitor.

Zhang Jun is a genius, and he is also known as a genius. Zhang Jun's physical fitness is good, and he can be valued by Manchester United because of his body. So what Zhang Jun can do, he will definitely be able to do.

He was afraid of Yang Pan, because Yang Pan always treated him with a straight face, and he was still the captain. But he is not afraid of Zhang Jun, the "good guy" in the team.

Crewe also stood silently outside the centre circle, waiting for kickoff. He got bogged down in Italy's defensive quagmire in this game, and his performance could only be described as average. And one of the goals the Chinese team just conceded was due to his mistake, but there was no apology or guilt on his face at all. He is always expressionless like this, and it is even rumored that Crewe came to the Chinese team for money, because the Chinese Football Association gave him a large "transfer fee", he doesn't care which country's jersey he wears, as long as he gives him money and lets him represent Qatar.

Some teammates have asked him this question, but he never answers. Zhang Jun, who was often with him, seemed very angry. "China's sports media is shameless, don't believe it!" He told the man who had come to ask for confirmation.

After Li Yongle stood up, he said to Li Yi on the side: "You go and help Wang Liang defend Piero, Totti, I'll come alone." ”

Li Yi looked at him, then nodded. He doesn't know where Li Yongle's confidence and strength come from to be able to defend Totti alone, but anyway, the game is about to end, so let him go alone, maybe this is his wish.

Qiu Suhui originally planned to yell a few words into the arena to remind the players. But when he saw Zhang Jun's series of performances, he sat back down.

Maybe these kids can learn a lot from it themselves? Italy is really a very good teacher.

Sophie noticed that her eyes were blurry, and she wiped her face with her hand to wipe off the rain on it, only to find that the rain was really heavy, and it was a moderate rain.

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Zhang Jun shook the rain off his hair and put his wet hair together with his hands. Not counting stoppage time, there were fifteen minutes left in the game, and he had to score at least one goal in those fifteen minutes to equalise the score. At the very least, keep the team going until extra time.

The opponent is still the Italian team, which is the best at defending, which sounds more like an "impossible task".

But it has to be done, they don't want to lose this game, whether it's Italy or whatever.

He doesn't think about anything boring like creating the history of Chinese football and winning glory for Chinese football. He just wanted to win the game. So far, I'm afraid that few of the eleven people on the field have worked hard to play with the belief of winning glory for the country, right?

In the ever-changing world of football, it's dangerous to think about all this mess.

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Italy, who scored a goal, did not retreat back to defend as expected, but insisted on a combination of defense and attack. While consolidating the defense, he still did not forget to use the offense to disturb the Chinese team's defense. Qiu Suhui had to admire Lippi, who had a good grasp of the battle situation, analysis of the situation and use of tactics.

In this way, the Chinese team almost didn't dare to let go of the fight, and they always had to worry about their own back when attacking, how could this attack be efficient?

Totti suddenly shoots from 25 meters!

Anke received the ball after posing, but he didn't expect his hand to be a little slower, and the football bounced out directly on his chest, and he got out of his hand!

All Chinese hearts were cold, as Vieri showed up at the point where the ball landed and he picked up his foot...... Shot!

A hand reached over and slapped the ball out of the baseline!

"Anke! His second reaction was so fast! ”

"! I just took a nap, don't think I'm taking advantage of it! Anco said to Vieri, but he was actually talking to himself, because Vieri couldn't understand what he was saying.

Italy's corner kick, Vieri naturally became the top priority of the Chinese team's defense. Li Suisheng originally wanted to defend Vieri with Xiang Tao, but Xiang Tao insisted on coming alone, his reason was that there were too many people to get in the way.

So he and Vieri wrestled with each other.

Vieri relied on his height and leaned on Xiang Tao, hoping to squeeze him away and grab a favorable position in front of the goal. After being reliable for a few times, he suddenly found that the Chinese defenders who were easy to squeeze away before were different this time, and he didn't even advance an inch!

Andrea Pirlo looked at the Chinese team's goal, and he was waiting for Vieri to take his place. In the past, when a corner kick was taken, Vieri would raise his hand when he grabbed a good position, which was a signal that he could kick off. But this time, Vieri never raised his hand.

Xiang Tao lowered his center of gravity, leaned on Vieri, and pressed his shoulders against the opponent, and in the fierce battle in front of goal, he did not retreat a step.

Pirlo didn't mind wasting time, but the referee wouldn't agree, so he had no choice but to take the corner. Hopefully Vieri can get it.

There was chaos in front of the goal, Vieri wanted to jump, but found that the No. 13 player of the Chinese team who defended him was pulling his clothes, so that he couldn't jump, he was about to raise his hand to signal to the referee, but suddenly felt that the force to pull him was gone, and he didn't react because of his habitual surname, he rushed out, but just hit his teammate Nesta.

Nesta was about to jump up and scramble for the ball, but he looked up at the ball and didn't pay attention to what was going on around him. At the beginning, he was hit by a man in his arms, and he could only watch the football being easily obtained by the goalkeeper of the Chinese team.

He also wanted to appeal to the referee about the foul of the Chinese team, but found that it was Vieri who hit him. I can only consider myself unlucky.

But Vieri didn't comply, obviously the defender of the Chinese team fouled, he got up and complained to the referee, but the referee ignored him and ran to the front - Anke kicked off with a big foot.

Reluctantly turned his head and glared at the 13th, but the "perpetrator" looked at him as if nothing had happened, how sincere and innocent his eyes were, how innocent and innocent.

Waiting for Vieri to leave, Xiang Tao turned his head and said to Li Suisheng next to him: "Look, just guard against him, he doesn't have a temper yet." ”

Li Suisheng was dumbfounded: This is obviously a clever foul, but it was just lucky, and the referee didn't see it.

Of course, Xiang Tao knew what Li Suisheng was thinking, and he didn't forget to say a few words at this time: "You have been practicing for more than ten years. Fouls and small moves are also an important part of defense,! ”

"Hey! Who do you say is stupid? Li Suisheng was about to refute, but Xiang Tao pushed forward: "Stupid! Here they are again! ”

Li Suisheng turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Italy's Camoranesi breaking through Liu Peng and turning to the middle, killing towards his defense area.

"Damn!" He scolded and greeted him, and he didn't know if he was scolding Xiang Tao for saying that he was stupid twice, or if he scolded Camoranesi for messing with him.

Camoranesi crossed at his feet, trying to shake off the big man. In his opinion, the big men in Asia are stupid, slow on their feet, slow to react, and it only takes one feint to shake them off in one stroke.

"!" The angry Li Suisheng doesn't care what fake actions you have, real actions. went up to a menacing tackle, didn't even want the ball, and quickly jumped up and flashed.

Damn, these Chinese have no hope of making the cut, and I'm going to kick it.

The ball was shoveled off by Li Suisheng, and Liu Peng, who came back, apologized to him and received the ball and passed it.

Li Suisheng got up and turned around to look at Xiang Tao proudly.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Tao scolded again: "Stupid! You're hurting people like that, not fouling! If he doesn't jump, you're going to get a card! A sucker! ”

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Crewe intended to circle over Gattuso, and he dangled Gattuso with a dazzling, breathtaking feint, drawing applause from the audience. But in the face of such a hard-working opponent, Gattuso didn't appreciate it, and directly shoveled him over, and at the end, he glared at Crewe lying on the ground viciously.

The referee blew for an Italian foul and awarded a 30-meter free kick to the Chinese team. Zhang Jun glanced at the angle and distance and decided to give up, and he gave up the penalty opportunity to Yang Pan.

Yang Pan was not polite, after he put the ball away, he got up and retreated, and while retreating, he observed the Italian human wall.

The wall of five people, Italy still gave him enough face. Vieri, Piero, Camoranesi, Pirlo, Totti. Which one is not a well-known name in European football and even in world football? Now it's like a can in a supermarket, let him look around. Which one is he trying to fight...... Uh, no, from whom.

When he decided to come down, he also retreated a full ten meters, a long run-up distance.

The rain was still falling, running down his hair, from his forehead all the way to the tip of his nose, where it condensed into a droplet. Yang Pan followed Bruce Lee's posture to remove the water droplets from the tip of his nose, and then began his run-up.

Small broken steps, small broken steps, small broken steps...... Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate!

Then he planted his left foot firmly beside the ball, and his round right leg pulled out with all his might, which carried his whole body into the air, leaning to the right, and the football roared out.

The wall jumped, and a crack appeared between the people, and the football got into it, and the next second it slammed into the billboard behind the goal, making a loud noise.

The whole process, in less than a second, what was Buffon's posture before Yang Pan's free throw, and what posture is still it now - he didn't react at all that Yang Pan had already shot.

After the game, some media said that after the speed test, the speed of Yang Pan's ball has reached 171 kilometers per hour! Even Carlos has to bow down to the speed of the ball, which is the fastest speed that Yang Pan has shot at the moment, and this number is still a long time before he can shoot again, and even the speed of nearly 20 kilometers per hour can't be done, God knows how he shot that day.

"If the ball goes in, I'm sure it will shoot through the net." A reporter sighed after the game.

Yang Pan saw that the ball did not score, and scolded in a low voice. He only paid attention to the power, but not the arc, causing the ball to shoot out in a straight line, and although it successfully penetrated the human wall, it did not turn towards the goal.

Perhaps Carlos' free-kick at the Four Nations Invitational Tournament in '97 was really unattainable. Carlos himself never shot out again, and Yang Pan couldn't do it.

Although Italy's defense is still solid, although the time is passing by minute and second, Yang Pan's kick strengthened the Chinese team's belief in equalizing.

It's all on this, you can't give up, the further you go, the more you can't give up, from beginning to end, you can't give up.

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Qiu Suhui was also infected by the atmosphere on the court, he stood on the sidelines, trying to keep calm as much as possible, but his slightly trembling body still exposed the tension in his heart.

As a manager, this is the first time he has experienced such a situation. This is the knockout round of the World Cup, one step forward is heaven, one step back is hell.

He turned to Hu Li and asked for water, Hu Li threw the water bottle to him, and he almost didn't receive it. It took a little effort to open the cap of the bottle and pour a sip of water before he felt a little better.

He looked down at the watch on his wrist again, and with five minutes to go, the fourth referee was already counting the stoppage time.

There is only a handful of time left for them to work miracles.

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Sophie took her hand away from the camera as she noticed that everything in the lens was shaking.

Too nervous. Sophie muttered to herself, she closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and tilted her head to take a few deep breaths.

She really wanted Zhang Jun to get enough rest, but she also didn't want the Chinese team to lose.

It's fun to play football, but it's not fun to lose.

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Italy won a free kick. The fourth referee also raised the sign for stoppage time: Three minutes! Three minutes of stoppage time! The Chinese team was left with less than four minutes.

The score still seemed to be condensed, and it was unchanged above 2:1.

At the same time, Lippi made a substitution, and he used up the remaining two substitutions in one go. De Rossi replaces Andrea Pirlo and Ambrosini replaces Piero. Inzaghi never got a chance to play.

Watching the two of them walk slowly towards the field, Li Yongle couldn't wait to go up and push them out of the field. In the last game, he and Yang Pan teamed up to delay the time of the Ukrainians in the corner flag area, but they didn't expect retribution to come so soon, and the Italians were also delaying their time.

The referee ran over and warned the two Italian players who were walking to leave quickly, and one of them gave a yellow card. They reluctantly ran off the field.

Totti, who took the free-kick, swung the ball three times before getting up and back. As soon as the referee blew the whistle, Li Yi, who was lining up the wall, rushed out, and even Totti didn't move. He was so nervous that his body was out of his control, and whenever he heard the whistle, he wanted to rush up and intercept it.

The referee didn't say a word and raised his hand to give him a yellow card.

Yang Pan was afraid that Li Yi would rush out again, so he had to hold his clothes tightly with his hands. What a waste of your time!

Totti swung the ball three more times before getting up, and he was going to shoot straight at goal.

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One after another, people on the Italian bench stood up and lined up on the sidelines, waiting to rush onto the pitch to celebrate.

There were also people on the Chinese team who stood up, but they were nervous and couldn't sit down. Even Zheng Jun, who was not qualified to play, sat in the stands and prayed for the Chinese team.

All eyes were on Totti and Anke. If this goal is scored, then the game is equal to an early end of the game, and if it does not score, then there will be three minutes of suspense.

"The fourth official was so stingy that he only gave us three minutes!" Wang Jianxiang is complaining. Three minutes was actually correct, as there were no frequent substitutions on either side in the second half and the game was rarely interrupted. It's just that in Wang Jianxiang, in the eyes of countless Chinese fans, another thirty minutes is almost the same.

Anke sank his waist and calmed down, and now in his eyes, there were only two people on the field, him and Totti, and the football.

He stood in the far corner, and the wall of people couldn't block his view. Vieri originally wanted to interfere with his line of sight, but was squeezed away by Xiang Tao.

They had left him a space, enough space for him to fly freely.

Totti's run-up, leg picking!

Almost as soon as he hit the ball, Anke started and lunged towards the near corner.

Don't ask him why he knew Totti would shoot into the near corner and not elsewhere. Sometimes, a man's intuition is very terrifying, let alone a man who guards the door.

The soccer ball arcs, goes high around the wall, and then plummets down, only to drill into the top corner of the goal!

Anke took only one step and leaped into the air - he didn't have time to take a second step - and was still a little far from the ball, the length of the goal was more than seven meters, and he was only 1.9 meters, and with his hands, it would not exceed two meters 4. He could only use as much force as he could when he was kicking and jumping.

And then, he really flew.

How to describe this flying Anke? He was 1.9 meters tall, but he stretched out in the air, as if he had no weight. By the way, it's like a warship bird with wings open and two meters four, a warship bird is famous for its ability to fly, and Anke is really like a gravitational bird at this moment, a big bird.

The soccer ball is drilled exactly where the goal post meets the crossbar - a theoretical dead end.

Anke flew in the air, his eyes still fixed on the football, his left hand reaching for the ball, and the two were approaching rapidly.

This is Lao Tzu's territory, and it is naturally Lao Tzu's decision to score or not. So this ball...... Get out of here!

The moment his fingertips touched the ball, Anke flicked it hard, and the ball spun and flew off the crossbar!

"He did it, he really did it! He saved Totti's free-kick! Anke kept the suspense of the game! He kept hope for the Chinese team! ”

"What the hell! He pounced! The Italian commentator even scolded involuntarily.

Italy's corner, the danger of the Chinese team did not pass, Vieri squeezed in again.

Xiang Tao found that this time was much more difficult than the last time, and he had already begun to retreat.

"Say! The best center in the world...... One of them really didn't blow it out! Not only does he have a body, but he also uses his brain......" he said through gritted teeth.

The corner kick was taken, Xiang Tao withdrew his strength suddenly, and then jumped hard to compete with Vieri for the header. He's 1.83m, Vieri is 1.86m, Vieri is a regular centre-forward, and he's just a cameo centre-back.

But he won!

He really pressed Vieri and pushed the ball out, Li Yongle hurriedly cleared the siege, and he drove the football directly to the stands.

"Say your ancestors! Ge Laozi, don't be powerful, you doll is so bullying Lao Tzu?! Xiang Tao, who won Vieri, scolded as if no one was around. He didn't really mean to scold Vieri, it was pure venting. Moreover, anyway, Vieri can't understand Sichuan, he can't even understand Chinese, and Xiang Tao doesn't have to worry about Vieri turning around and making trouble for him.

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Qiu Suhui simply squatted on the sidelines, holding his balance on the ground with one hand. He looked at his watch again, and it was stoppage time.

Before the game, he made them play with a learning mentality, and it didn't matter if they won or lost. But now, more than anyone else, he wants them to win. Without him, because these children are so desperate, it would be a little too cruel for them to lose the game.

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Li Yi's pass was too big and flew directly out of the sideline. He must have been flustered.

Crewe stopped chasing, he stopped to catch his breath, it's been ninety-two minutes......

Since he changed his nationality to join the Chinese team, he has only maintained a good relationship with a limited number of people, many of whom he does not like to deal with. He rarely gives interviews to the Chinese media, preferring instead to talk to British reporters about the weather in London.

Even in the World Cup, he didn't feel like he was really part of the team. When the Chinese national anthem was played, everyone else covered the Chinese flag on their hearts with their right hands, but he didn't do anything and didn't feel anything.

Yes, even if he joined the Chinese national team, he did not have the consciousness of "winning glory for the country" as some leaders said. He just wanted to find a place to play because of his mother, and he chose the latter between England and China. It can even be said that if his mother was a Maldivian, I am afraid he would also join the Maldives team.

China? It's just an ordinary symbol that can't be more ordinary.

Li Yi desperately broke the ball from Ambrosini's feet, and there were immediately huge cheers in the stands. Hey, this guy at Everton doesn't pass the ball very well, but his physical strength is really good, at least better than me.

Li Yi didn't know what Crewe was thinking, he only saw Crewe in front of him, so he passed the football again.

"Hey! It's up to you! Brat! Xiang Tao shouted in the back, as a central defender, he didn't dare to step forward to assist.

His relationship with Xiang Tao and Li Yi is very ordinary, and he didn't expect to get their trust at the last moment. You know, he barely shows ...... **! Italy's defenders are too strong!

Crewe pulls the ball and turns.

He began to look up again, and Gattuso took advantage of this time again to bother him. After a number of duels, he has learned that the weakest time for this forward midfielder to control the ball is when he looks up for someone, and because of Italy's tight defence, he often needs to find it for a long time.

Gattuso broke the ball with his feet, he just had to poke the ball away, and then wrap his hand around Crewe, and naturally someone would pick it up. Crewe has been stuck in this kind of defense time and time again.

But this time it was different, he got off his feet, but he didn't see the football!

Yes, I admit that I didn't fit into the team, I didn't care about their history at all, and I enjoyed watching their infighting. But it's neither, it's not an excuse for me to give up the game. That doesn't mean I don't want to win this game and win against these damn Italian defenders!

Crewe still held his head up, but his right foot lifted the ball upwards and then gently flicked it forward, skipping over Gattuso, who was lying on the ground stunned.

Since the court is slippery and not conducive to ball control, it is better to not let the ball fall.

De Rossi, who was about to break the ball, saw that Gattuso was unsuccessful, and hurriedly rushed up to grab it. He thinks the ball is in the air right now, which should be out of Crewe's control for a while, and this is the perfect time to break the ball.

But as soon as De Rossi stretched out his foot, he saw the football jump again in the air!

Crewe snatches another pick in front of the opponent! Homeopathic wipe in.

When he came down, it was as if he was bouncing the ball in training, and he really didn't let the football hit the ground! He was so surprisingly speechless, moving the ball in and out of the Italian crowd with ease!

This is Crewe, the real one, the one who dares to tease Vieira with his pick, and who dares to be rough with him after teasing.

What about Italy? The best defensive ...... in the world What about one of them?

Ambrosini thought the ball would be picked up, and he was ready to break it in the air, but he didn't see it as expected.

The ball fell from the sky, and Crewe stopped and didn't continue to pick the ball. He took aim at Zhang Jun and decided to pass the ball.

Adjusting the ball slightly, he passed the ball to Zhang Jun.

Jang Jun received the ball and pushed Cannavaro with one hand while cutting inward, he wanted to create the angle and space of the shot.

Cannavaro still followed him closely, denying him a chance to shoot.

Zhang Jun suddenly made a sudden stop in the run, Cannavaro took a step slower, Zhang Jun immediately stabbed the ball between his legs with his left foot after the emergency stop, and then started to bypass Cannavaro and chase the ball.

Wear the crotch! Cannavaro has been!

Nesta hurriedly stepped up to fill in the position, and Buffon also blocked the near corner.

Zhang Jun picked up his right foot and was about to fight, but Nesta stretched out his foot to block it. But Zhang Jun immediately slammed it, shook Nesta past him, and then fired a left-footed shot straight into the far corner.

Buffon wasn't fooled by Zhang Jun's feint at the beginning, and then fired his left foot straight into the far corner?

Buffon pounced and hit the ball out!

The Chinese team still can't break through his last hurdle.

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Totti received the ball and he swirled around in midfield to grind time. While turning, he also looked at the referee. After the referee blew the whistle three times, he kicked the ball into the stands and celebrated with his teammates.

Many Chinese fans have given up, there is not much time left in the upper right corner of the TV screen, Italy is still in possession, and the Chinese team will not have another chance.

Cheers and applause were already beginning on the Italian bench. The Chinese bench was lifeless, and Qiu Suhui was still squatting on the ground, knowing that it was impossible to create a miracle.

The referee was looking at his watch and Totti was looking at him. But as soon as he turned his head, he realized that something was wrong around him, and a red figure quickly leaned forward and stabbed the ball he was absent-mindedly controlling!

Li Yongle's unexpected move surprised everyone, including many Chinese and even his teammates. When Wu Shangshan saw this, he was still standing stupidly, not knowing what was going on. And Zhang Jun has already started to start.

At such a time, shouldn't it be normal to silently accept the reality of defeat and let Italy control the ball until the end of the game?

Li Yongle didn't care about these things, he went up and broke Totti's ball, and then immediately made a long pass behind the Italian defender.

Zhang Jun rushed out at the right time, he received the ball under the condition of five people marking, the ball stopped beautifully, he did not have a trace of undue pause and hesitation, after receiving the ball, he rushed to the Italian goal.

He didn't even care if the linesman would raise the flag.

Cannavaro raised his hand to signal that Zhang Jun was offside. The referee did not blow the whistle, but chased in the direction of Zhang Jun.

Anti-offside!

The Italians panicked and rushed in to their own entrance. Buffon also gave up.

That's what it is. In the rain, Zhang Jun ran wildly with the ball alone, making a splash. Buffon was in the way, and seven or eight Italian players rushed at him like crazy, like a lone hero who had penetrated deep into the heart of the enemy.

Westphalia's enthusiasm was rekindled.

The Italian fans exclaimed: "Stop him! Stop him! Foul! ”

Fans in Germany and China were chanting: "Score! Goal! Goal! ”

The sound of cheering broke out again on the bench of the Chinese team, which was still lifeless just now, and even Qiu Suhui stood up with his fists clenched unconsciously, staring at the red No. 11 on the field.

Zhang Jun burst into the penalty area, Buffon was in front of him, he couldn't slow down, he had to take advantage of the momentum to rush over in one breath, otherwise, the Chinese team really had no chance.

He sank down and took a step to the left, but his right foot slammed the ball to the right, Buffon was not fooled, he followed and pounced to the right!

Zhang Jun expected that Buffon was not deceived so easily, his feet sped up, and with another stab of the first step, the football slipped away from Buffon's hand.

"Zhang Jun! Zhang Jun! He shook Buffon! Empty door! It's an empty door in front!! Wang Jianxiang screamed desperately, and he was almost standing on the table.

Zhang Jun glanced down at the goal, but unfortunately although he flashed past Buffon, the angle was too small, and Buffon's hand hooked his foot just now, making his feet a little messy, but he didn't have time to adjust. Nesta had already slid back into the net with a sliding tackle and he didn't shoot again, but there really was no chance.

He kicked the soccer ball with his right foot, kicked the soccer ball, and made a big splash.

The soccer ball swirls towards the far corner of the goal. Nesta arrived one step ahead of the football, but slid straight into the goal and couldn't stop it. He even tried to reach out and stop the football, but in the end reason prevailed over impulse.

Everyone, Nesta, who was powerless in the goal, Buffon who just got up and pounced on the goal, Italian players who returned to defense, Chinese team players, Sophie, Qiu Suhui, Wang Jianxiang, tens of thousands of spectators at the scene, and countless spectators in front of the TV...... All eyes were on the rolling football.

It was rolling forward almost against the goal line, as if it could be in the middle of the net at any moment.

Some people even wished they rushed up and blew it into the goal with their mouths, and at that moment many Chinese fans pouted.

It was a distance of less than ten meters, but it felt incredibly long. Actually, it was just a matter of moments.

Soccer ball is always just a possibility of scoring, and after finally rolling against the goal line, it grazes the post and continues to roll past until someone rushes up and kicks it off the line.

The ball didn't go in!

The referee's three whistles sounded at the same time. The game is over!

Italy eliminated the Chinese team 2:1 and advanced to the quarterfinals. And the Chinese team's second World Cup journey ended like this. But they made it to the round of 16 and still made history.

"The game is over...... The Chinese team lost 1:2 to Italy and missed the quarterfinals. It's a result that no one wants to accept, especially after watching them work so hard. But we still have to give them a thumbs up and thank them for the good memories they have brought us in the past half month. Their performance deserves our applause with their heads held high, and they should leave with their heads held high......"

Zhang Jun lay on the ground after shooting the door, his chest rising and falling violently, his mouth kept open, and he let the rain fall from the sky.

He didn't look at the shot ball, maybe because he didn't dare to look at it, the pressure was too much......

He knew the result when he heard the referee's whistle and saw Gianluigi Buffon leaping from the ground with his arms raised.

Lost, the game was lost.

It's cruel! Zhang Jun grinned, wanting to pretend to be a strong smile, but he only felt a sour nose.

He was unwilling, yes, he was unwilling. He wants to win, he wants to win more than anyone else! The words to Kaka before the game "I don't care about winning or losing" are just self-deceptive words. Italy's mainstream sports media have always looked down on him, and he wanted to slap them in the face with his victory, but he didn't expect to slap his own mouth.

In football, if you lose, you will only be seen as a joke.

The rain was still falling, and Zhang Jun couldn't tell which ones were rain and which ones were tears on his face.

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Anke sat alone in front of the door, leaning her back against the doorpost, and wiped her tears alone.

He didn't care if anyone laughed at him, and at this time he couldn't think of any other way to vent his true feelings than crying.

Everyone else sat on the ground like Anke, but none of them cried. But judging from the red circles under their eyes, they endured it very hard......

Li Yongle lay on the grass and closed his eyes. Even though he came out of Serie A, the Italian national team also has his teammates at Inter Milan, but he still doesn't want to be a spectator at their celebration party, and even the World Cup-themed music playing live looks so annoying.

At this time, there are only a handful of Chinese players who can still stand. Xiang Tao was one of them, he crossed his hands on his hips, his eyes were blank to look at the celebratory Italian players, he hadn't changed his posture for a long time.

Yang Pan is also one of them, but he is not like Xiang Tao. This time he was different from the National Olympic team, he didn't need Qiu Suhui's reminder, he had already comforted his teammates one by one and pulled them up one by one. The Olympics, the World Cup, two major defeats, he has become incredibly strong. Maybe he wanted to cry in his heart, but he would never show it in front of so many people.

Qiu Suhui said to Hu Li beside him: "Let's go, follow me and pull them up." ”

Italian fans sang and danced in the stands. The rest of the fans were still applauding in unison, not for the victors, Italy, but for the "losers" China.

The Chinese players who were pulled up one by one stood on the sidelines and applauded the supporters in the stands to thank them.

Yang Pan was the last to find Zhang Jun, who was still lying in front of the Italian door, pulled him up, and then hugged him tightly. Didn't say anything, just force, and force.

Later, this scene was photographed by Sophie and became a classic moment in the history of Chinese football. In Yang Pan's arms, Zhang Jun was still crying, but it was not so bad, and the tears on his face were clearly visible. And Yang Pan hugged him, clenched his teeth, pursed his lips, and looked into the distance.

None of the Chinese team members went to ask the Italian players for jerseys, not even the substitutes. And the Italians, while rejoicing, also forgot about their opponents. The players of the Chinese team have retained their dignity and left hope.

Later, when they were about to enter the locker room after thanking the fans, they were stopped by the Chinese media. They hope to leave a commemorative memory for the Chinese team in this World Cup, and use a group photo to draw an end.

Mr. Qiu did not refuse the media's request. So the Chinese team members stood in two rows and asked a group of reporters to take pictures around the court.

During the whole process, no one laughed or spoke, except for the low sobbing, which was the sound of pressing the shutter.

In this way, they left the most special team family photo in the history of Chinese football. Almost all of them have a straight face in the photo, without a hint of a smile, and under the flash, the tear stains on their faces are harsh and harsh......

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