When Zhang Jun equalized the score, the entire land of Shenzhou fell into a carnival. When everyone was expecting a miracle, a miracle happened.

Brazil took the lead for the first time, and China stubbornly equalized. Brazil took the lead for the second time, and China still stubbornly equalized.

Such a Chinese team gives people the impression that "no matter how far you lead, I can equalize, and I will bite you from behind". In athletics, there is a lot of pressure to be a frontrunner. The same is true in football, where the pressure is now successfully transferred to Brazil.

In the face of such a tenacious Chinese team, they also felt very tricky.

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'Fourteen minutes left for the players to step up their attack. We don't have the stamina to play extra time. Qiu Suhui said to Hu Li.

"Fourteen minutes...... Is it in time? Hu Li was a little worried. In his opinion, it is very good for the Chinese team to equalize, and it seems a little unrealistic to want to overtake again, so it is better to drag it to the penalty contest and rely on Anke's play to win the championship.

"Rest assured, their group of players know their own bodies, and they also know very well that if they can't knock over the opponent within 90 minutes, they will be overturned by the opponent."

Hu Li could only follow Qiu Suhui's request and loudly convey the order on the sidelines.

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Zhang Jun could clearly feel that his pace was a little heavy, and his physical fitness was estimated to be almost at the limit. Seven games a month, after the end of the season, he didn't even have time off to go directly to the national training camp to report, he is equivalent to playing from August last year to July this year, a whole year.

In order to save energy, many times he is like walking on the field, and if he can, he won't run. Wu Shangshan seems to be very physical, so let him go up and rush, he just needs to see the right time to attack.

Coach Hu asked the team to strengthen the offense. This must be what Qiu Zhi meant, it seems that he also knows that the players' physical fitness is a problem, they are already tired, and with one less person, it is even more tiring.

How long can you run? How many sprints can you sprint in the remaining thirteen minutes?

Zhang Jun looked up at the sky. Exhale.

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"Intensify the attack!" Yang Pan shouted on the field, he was the mouthpiece of the coaching staff, "Brothers, these ten minutes are the final battle!" Everybody grit your teeth and hold on! ”

Wang Yu really gritted his teeth and insisted, he kept gritting his teeth, and the expression on his face was very hideous, which was tired. Because there is a deep sense of guilt. That's why he's very desperate when he's defending.

And Li Yongle is also tired. A man and Ronaldinho went head-to-head in a game, physical pressure and psychological pressure, a double test.

Look around. Who in the whole Chinese team is not tired? Even Anke, who seemed relaxed, was panting. Due to the desperate defensive efforts of the defenders, he did not have many opportunities to face the Brazilian striker directly, but the intense pressure of conceding a goal at any time still left him breathless.

“…… Put all our power into it! "Yang Pan is also tired, but he doesn't show it. Besides, I have a big dream in my heart that supports me.

He played so hard. What is the purpose of going from a college student to a professional footballer? Isn't it just for the golden cup? He is willing to be able to hold this gold cup with his own hands and let him pay the price of his life, not to mention just a little fatigue.

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Forward, forward, forward!!

The fans' singing still fluttered over the stadium, and the military song of the Chinese People's Liberation Army became the team song of the Chinese men's football team at this moment.

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As an "immigrant". Crewe doesn't feel as patriotic as many of his teammates and Chinese fans, but as a whole, he wants to be able to beat his opponents. What's more, what about a normal and strong Brazilian team? The stronger the opponent he wins, the cooler he becomes. Withdrawn, he has an arrogance that no one is convinced, which is an important reason for supporting him not to win now.

If he loses to Brazil, he thinks it is a very shameless thing, he likes to step on the corpse of the world hegemon to step on the top of the world, a month ago he lifted the Champions Cup high and made him addicted, and now it will definitely be more enjoyable to be able to hold the World Cup high than to be happy with the Champions Cup.

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After conceding the goal, Dunga replaced Cicinho with Alves. Alves did a better job defensively than Siciño.

But Qiu Suhui had no intention of letting Yang Pan change back, because Yang Pan had another important role to play here - to prevent Kaka.

Dunga also saw it, he let Kaka and Ronaldinho switch positions in the front, Kaka went to the middle, Ronaldinho went to the right, so as to disrupt the Chinese team's defense.

Qiu Suhui didn't let Dunga lead the way. He asked Yang Pan to stay on the left, and the defensive object of the two changed, Li Yongle defended Kaka, and Yang Pan defended Ronaldinho.

It may seem like the Chinese are on the back foot, but Yang Pan's speed and ferocious defensive style make up for his lack of technique. At the same time, he also played as a full-back at AC Milan, and the role of defending is no stranger.

He also has his own set against Ronaldinho, with harmless small moves and fouls, as well as a tough attitude and speed.

After the two of them exchanged hands, Ronaldinho immediately tasted the benefits of Yang Pan. The dribble is broken!

The Chinese team seems to be more and more confident as they play, while the Brazilian team is mentally unprepared and suffers.

In desperation, Ronaldinho can only change positions with Kaka frequently, the two of them are left and right for a while, and Li Yongle and Yang Pan's defensive objects are also exchanged, they adhere to the principle of unchanged should not change, and there has been no mistake so far.

Without midfield support, Adriano and Robinho looked lonely up front, and they had a few shots on goal, but they either let the valiant defenders destroy them or let the brave Anke defuse them one by one.

After defending the Brazilian team's attack, the Chinese team did not forget to put more energy into the attack.

To win this game, defense alone won't work.

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Li Yongle passed the football to Yang Pan, Yang Pan dribbled the ball at high speed on the left side, and Kaka desperately chased back. The speed of the two is almost the same, Yang Pan is slightly faster, but he is now carrying the ball, while Kaka is running without the ball, and gradually the distance between the two is narrowed.

At the same time as Kaka grabbed Yang Pan's shoulder, Yang Pan passed.

Target Crewe.

Crewe has just received the ball on the wing. Baptista rushed up and he fell to the ground to tackle! Crewe crossed his body in the middle, Baptista's tackle didn't touch the football, he just made Crewe stagger a little, and instead took advantage of the situation to shake himself off.

No sooner had the ball than he had taken away from Baptista when Ronaldinho also rushed up and slammed into Crewe. Even fouls don't let the opponent break through the ground stance. Crewe took the ball forward. Then the side of the body just slid past Ronaldinho...... Crewe continues to dribble the ball down the middle!

It's not over yet, Brazil's defense isn't over yet!

This time came up with Renato. He rushed up and stretched out his foot to break the ball, intending to kick the ball straight off the sideline. Crewe jerked to a halt, Renato kicked the air and rushed in front of Crewe! Crewe, who has shaken off three Brazilian players in a row, is still breaking through. The Brazilian team has no way to take him!!

"Is Crewe going to give me a Maradona-style five-man streak?!" The narrator shouted excitedly.

Crewe's position with the ball was reasonable, making it difficult for the opponent to break the ball without fouling, so we saw the Brazilian backline flip on their backs, but Crewe was still dribbling forward!

Alves also supported from the flanks to the middle, and he was like his team-mates. Hit Crewe hard.

This time, the football was thrown three meters away, Crewe's whole body flew up, and the ball was about to be lost? No! In this case, Crewe still kept his balance, landed, accelerated, stretched his feet, slammed the football in front of him, and kicked Kaka, who was ready to sneak attack, into the air!

"God! Stop him! The Brazilian commentator shouted in oblivion, in his eyes, Crewe was not the spirit who artistically turned football, but a devil who came with a black murderous aura to demand Brazil's life!

"You can still keep your balance and continue to dribble the ball while using everything you can to shake your opponent and move forward! What a horrible possession of the ball! Crewe Lee! A master of ball control who can be on an equal footing with Ronaldinho! Naturally, the commentators in other countries did not have the same restlessness as the Brazilian commentators, and they put all the compliments they could think of on Crewe.

"Foul! Damn it! Cesar yelled at the door, wishing he could rush up and kick Crewe in the head. Be tough! ”

Let Crewe stumble so much past the five players of the Brazilian team - Baptista, Ronaldinho, Renato, Alves, Kaka. This is a great shame for the Brazilian, who is known for his skill and often connects several players against the opponent!

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

Renato chased after him at high speed, then used his hands and feet to push Kru to the ground before he could adjust his center of gravity!

Huge boos rang out again...... The Chinese fans were booing and scolding, cursing the foul Renato in the most vicious language, and many people were shouting: "Red card!" Red! Punish him! ”

"Oh! Damn it! Renato ruined a brilliant individual performance, but Crewe single-handedly took the entire Brazilian backline in the palm of his hand, proving to the world that the Chinese team was determined to win the game after equalising! Brazil is in danger! ”

Referee Merck did not follow the wishes of the Chinese fans, he only gave Renato a yellow card, a move that once again caused the dissatisfaction of the Chinese fans, and the boos rose again.

Crewe lay on the ground and none of the Brazilian players came up to pull him, and they were all clearly enraged by Crewe's successive breaks. Zhang Jun ran back and pulled up Crewe, and then hugged him tightly, "Well done!" ”

Kru originally wanted to pass the ball, because he saw that Zhang Jun was already running towards the empty space he saw. One foot was raised, but he didn't expect the unrenamous Renato to catch up from behind and give him a look. Otherwise, if he landed on both feet, no matter how hard Renato tried, he wouldn't be able to push it down.

This position is twenty-three meters away from the goal, which belongs to Zhang Jun's range.

Although he didn't make a threatening pass, Crewe still used his continuous dribbling to give China a chance to score. At this stage of the game. Any set-piece can change the outcome of a match. What's more, the Chinese team still has Zhang Jun, a set-piece master?

The human wall, this time it was seven people. Judging by the expressions on the faces of the players in the wall, they were also nervous.

Cesar's voice passed through the recorder behind the door, making it clear to the TV audience: "Damn it! To the left! A little to the left! He's a dangerous man, seal all the near corners! ”

Zhang Jun stood in front of the ball, quietly waiting for the wall to be lined up. Yang Pan beside him was reminding the referee to pay attention to the distance between the Brazilian team's people and the ground.

"A direct free kick from 23.4 meters in front, this is an opportunity for us to score, let's take a look at Zhang Jun's free kick footwork...... "Wang Jianxiang glanced at the monitor on the table, which had the detailed distance given for the free kick. Then he immediately set his sights on the scene again. This kind of game still has to watch the live commentary to feel it.

The Brazilian team's wall was a little reluctant to cooperate, and Merck gave Robinho a yellow card with a straight face, which made them honest.

When the wall was in place, Merck stepped away from the front of the wall. At the same time he blew the whistle.

Yang Pan ran over from the ball. It's cover. Zhang Junzhu ran up after him!

The soccer ball went nicely over the wall of Robinho's head - the kid was the shortest, and the ball that went around his head to reach the goal was a bouncing ball.

Sure enough, the soccer ball plummeted after going around the human wall. When you are still some distance from the goal, you touch the ground and bounce the ball! The most hated kind of shooting by goalkeepers!

Wang Jianxiang was about to shout "the ball is in", but he saw Cesar flying and hitting the football out of the bottom line! Although it was very embarrassing, people pounced after all.

Raise your arms and wave down in annoyance: "It's a pity! That's just a little bit! ”

Zhang Jun also regretted it. He held his head in his hands and looked at Cesar. For himself, set-pieces are the best way to score goals without wasting any physical strength and ensuring accuracy at the same time, so he takes every free kick very seriously. Now this one didn't go in. Who knows if there will be such an opportunity in the future?

China's corner kick did not pose any threat to the Brazilian goal and was cleared by Lucio's header.

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Brazil then attacked, but when they managed to get the ball into the box to shoot, Anco got the ball on hold and crushed their attack.

Now the situation is that Brazil want to counterattack, but lack a determination. However, the Chinese team played a little crazy because they had the belief that they had to win this game. At the moment of the decisive battle, this momentum is very fatal.

Li Yongle and Yang Pan used all their strength to stop Ronaldinho and Kaka. The backline led by Xiang Tao kept letting Adriano and Robinho fall into an offside trap. The defenders of the Chinese team are united in their efforts to protect the last ray of hope for their victory. In order to complete the defensive task, Xiang Tao, who originally liked to attack, did not attack forward in this game except for the beginning! That's almost impossible if it were left to other competitions.

It shows how important the World Cup final is.

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Time went very fast in this kind of back and forth between the two sides, and when Li Yan found out, the fourth referee was already standing on the sidelines holding up the sign of injury time.

"Four minutes of stoppage time! If you can't score, this final will be dragged into extra time! Two consecutive overtime games will be a great test for the physical fitness of the Chinese team...... "Wang Jianxiang didn't say his inner worries more bluntly, he was afraid of being scolded by domestic fans, this is a sensitive period, and he can't be sloppy at all." Brazil have given up on threatening China's goal further, and it would definitely be advantageous for them to play extra time because they have the advantage over China in terms of fitness. The Brazilian team passed, Wang Yu flew to tackle and kicked the football out of the sideline, but after doing this defensive action, he did not get up again, he covered his calves with both hands, and rolled on the ground in pain.

Xiang Tao, who was closest to him, rushed over, hugged Wang Yu's leg and asked, "What's wrong?" Girl? ”

"I didn't ...... I'm cramping, give me a squeeze. It's good to press it......"

"My day, why are you cramping at this time?!" Xiang Tao is also anxious, there is not much time left in the game, and the injury time will pass quickly.

"I don't want to...... either"

Looking at Wang Yu's distorted face from pain, Xiang Tao didn't want to complain about anything anymore. He knows. Wang Yu, who has always been known for his excellent physical fitness, can fight until he has cramps, so how much effort does it take him to run? He really ran more than everyone else, and one person played the role of two people. When he was by his side, neither he nor Liu Peng had so much pressure.

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of the Brazilian team, the Chinese team did not concede a goal, just because of him.

The referee obviously also thought that leaving Wang Yu on the field for treatment was an act of delaying the game. So the Chinese team's team doctor and stretcher were put on the field. Carry Wang Yu down for treatment.

Qiu Suhui saw Wang Yu falling, and his heart tightened. As soon as Wang Yu was carried to the sidelines, he ran over.

"Cramps?"

The team doctor nodded.

Qiu Suhui sighed. "Can you play?"

"If it's just cramps, I don't think it's a problem...... However, his physical strength has been completely exhausted, and he is completely supported by will. But all of a sudden, the strength is all loosened, and it is impossible to think about it again......" The team doctor said very honestly, but it sounded so painful to Qiu Suhui's ears.

"You'd better replace him. We're one less now......" suggested the team doctor.

Qiu Suhui looked at Wang Yu. Wang Yu said to the head coach very painfully: "I'm sorry, Qiu Zhi...... I didn't complete the task......"

Qiu Suhui knew that this was not the time to blame anyone, so he patted Wang Yu on the shoulder: "There is nothing to do, you did a great job." I went above and beyond what I did. Really, didn't you see Brazil playing around you without scoring? He squeezed out a smile and gave Wang Yu some comfort.

Then he said to the team doctor next to him, "Take good treatment." ”

Then he got up and walked back to the coach's seat, and said to Hu Li: "Let Wang Hui play!" ”

"Wang Hui! Wang Hui! It's time to undress and play! "Wang Hui is a veteran of the three dynasties who participated in the 2002 World Cup and the 2006 World Cup, and Qiu Suhui brought him to the court, mainly hoping to bring some stability to the team through his experience. I didn't expect that this old guy was going to fight now.

Wang Hui hurriedly threw his coat to the ground, and then ran in front of Qiu Suhui. I really didn't expect that I would also reach the World Cup final one day......

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The football did not form a dead ball, so even if Wang Hui was standing on the sidelines, there was no way to make substitutions.

Dunga's instructions to Brazil were to make the ball a dead ball. Now there are only nine people on the field in the Chinese team, this is an opportunity that needs to be taken advantage of, maybe a counterattack can kill the Chinese team?

Chinese fans kept booing the Brazilian team, they felt that this was a cowardly act, and they did not dare to face off with the Chinese team in a dignified manner, so they could only play these methods.

But who cares about these football games, as long as it is within the scope of the rules, you can do whatever you want!

"Fuck ......me" Xiang Tao saw Adriano dribbling forward at high speed, and he had no choice but to cross from the left side of the court to the right to block it.

Don't think that if we have two less, you'll have a chance!

Xiang Tao saw the opportunity and kicked a fierce tackle!

Adriano flew forward, and the ball remained at Xiang Tao's feet.

"He's foul!" The Brazilian fans shouted.

"Fake fall!"

Fans on both sides clearly disagree.

Once again, the focus fell on the referee of this game, Merck. Merck didn't blow the whistle!

"The game continues! It's a good shot! Merck's decision caused extreme dissatisfaction among Brazilian players and coaches! ”

Adriano threw a fist into the ground in anger.

Dunga even rushed to the sidelines and roared at Merck: "Such an obvious tackle foul! Can't you see?! Damn it! You're ......."

Fourth, officials all had to step in to stop the crazy manager.

Merck clearly didn't pay attention to the sidelines, and he didn't actually have that chance. Because after Xiang Tao successfully tackled Adriano, he immediately passed the football to Li Yongle in front.

Li Yongle quickly passed to Yang Pan again, and Yang Pan then distributed it to Zhang Jun, who came to the side to receive the ball.

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"It's three minutes of stoppage time...... Wang Yu's fate was still delayed for some time. Li Yan looked at the watch on his wrist. If it is dragged into overtime, the Chinese team will be dragged to death......"

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Zhang Jun catches the ball.

Nene, who was next to him, was staring at him very carefully, and now that Zhang Jun was far away from the restricted area, the threat should not be very big. Behind him, Kaka had already rushed up. When the time comes. The two of them together will definitely be able to break the ball of this striker!

Zhang Jun glanced at Kaka behind him.

Kaka's hand was already about to grab his shoulder, and Zhang Jun sped up violently!

He's empty!

Seeing that Zhang Jun was about to slip away from him, Kaka didn't care about brotherhood anymore, and shoveled behind his back!

Zhang Jun took the ball, and he neither tackled the ball nor anyone. Shake off!

Nene didn't expect Jang Jun to suddenly accelerate. He and Baptista in the middle were about to close the door, and Zhang Jun gently knocked the football, and the distance was just right. Then I sped up again and passed through the bag clamp of two people!

Three people in a row!

In the penalty area, Louisson was about to step forward to break the ball, but as soon as he stretched out his foot, he found that Zhang Jun had broken into the penalty area, and hurriedly closed his foot. Zhang Jun took this opportunity to rush over with the ball and enter the penalty area!

"Four people in a row! Marvel! Let's look forward to the miracle of the Chinese team! Zhang Jun is now the last hope of the Chinese team! ”

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Sophie had already stood up. Completely forgot what photo to take. Her eyes followed Zhang Jun closely. Watch as he shakes off Kaka and penetrates Nene and Baptista's bag to force Luizon to rein his feet......

Will it be a Maradona-esque goal?

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"God! The entire Brazilian team returned to their penalty area. Everyone has only one thought: stop Zhang Jun! Block his shot! ”

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I don't know who the people in front of him are, and Zhang Jun can't see their faces clearly at all during the high-speed movement, maybe it's Lucio, maybe it's Alves. And maybe Ronaldinho? Whatever, as long as you block the ground in front of you, it's all over!

At this moment, Zhang Jun can understand the feeling that Maradona had five English players in a row, and the wind is whistling in his ears, which is really cool!

Who's making the tackle? It's over!

With a flick of his ankle, he gently buckled the ball to the inside and dodged the tackle just right!

"Ahh Alves was also detained! ”

As soon as he dunked the football, Robinho, who was guarding on the side, followed and came up, intending to block Zhang Jun.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun took advantage of the situation to flick the football to the outside, and then he passed the ball from the other side!

"Oh my God, in such a small space in the penalty area, he can still pass the ball!"

Zhang Jun, who had bypassed Robinho, was at full throttle and rushed towards the football as fast as he could, as Lucio had already rushed over from the other side. At the same time, in front of him, Cesar was already on the move......

In terms of speed, Zhang Jun was much faster than the two men, and when he flicked the ball outward again, trying to shake off Cesar, who had fallen to the ground, Lucio shoveled his feet...... was a little late, and instead of shoveling the football, he shoveled Zhang Jun's supporting feet!

Everyone saw that after Zhang Jun pushed away Cesar, as soon as he made contact with Lucio's body, the whole person flew up......

"Penalty!" Wang Jianxiang couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and shouted out before the referee blew the whistle.

"Penalty!!" The Chinese fans in all the stadiums stood up and pointed their fingers in front of the Brazilian team.

"Penalty !!" This is the voice coming from China.

Referee Merck blew the whistle and he was once again the center of attention. With less than half a minute to go, what does it mean to have a penalty awarded? The suspense of the World Cup is about to be revealed!

The TV camera was firmly focused on Merck, who was dressed in black and ran into the box and pointed to the penalty spot!

Sure enough, it was a penalty!

"Hooray!" There were huge cheers from the bench of the Chinese team, and then the same cheers were heard from the stands and the commentators.

More than just a penalty, Merck also showed a yellow card to Lucio on the ground. But there is not much point in this time, no one cares about this. The Brazilian players surrounded Merck excitedly, and Lucio kept explaining something.

Kaka didn't get into the middle of the debate. He watched from the side as Zhang Jun was pulled up by Yang Pan, and then hugged each other tightly, and then more red figures surged up. The Chinese have already begun to celebrate the victory in advance.

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"Lucio tackles Zhang Jun! The Chinese team won a penalty at the end of the game! This is the perfect opportunity, and it doesn't get much better than this! Almost all the Brazilian players rushed up to defend referee Merck, but to no avail, and the slow motion clearly showed that Lucio had indeed tackled Zhang Jun. This penalty is tantamount to a death sentence for the Brazilian team! And the Chinese team went from players to coaches. Then the fans and commentators all started a carnival. The Hercules Gold Cup is placed at the door of the players' tunnel, and the Chinese team is only a stone's throw away! Is the Chinese team going to change history? ”

The on-site commentator shouted full of **, and replied that he was the roar of 30,000 Chinese fans at the scene.

"We are champions!"

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The Brazilian player's defense was weak, their manager crouched on the ground, he had accepted the result of the penalty awarded, but there was still a hint of luck in his heart - under such pressure, Zhang Jun could not resist the pressure and missed the penalty The possibility also exists. There have been too many such things in history. What if you're the savior of the team? Everyone is equal in front of the penalty. Baggio in '94 is so powerful. Isn't it still planted on the penalty?

Merck waved to disperse the Brazilian player. Signal the players of the Chinese team to take a penalty.

Who is the team's top penalty taker? There is no doubt that it is Zhang Jun.

When Zhang Jun took the football from Yang Pan's hand, he felt Yang Pan pinch himself hard. The two didn't say anything, but each knew what the other was thinking.

Zhang Jun gave Yang Pan a smile. Prove that everything is okay with yourself. Then he turned and walked towards the penalty spot.

Everyone, the players of the Chinese team and the Brazilian team have withdrawn from the penalty area, and there are now only three people in it: Zhang Jun, Cesar, and the referee. Zhang Jun carefully put the football on the white dot at his feet.

The Greenpoint Stadium was silent, and everyone stared at the area in front of the Brazilian goal with bated breath. Over here. History will be decided.

"Will he kick the ball in?" Someone asked softly, and the voice was trembling.

"Will we be champions......

"Shhhh Don't speak, it won't work! ”

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Kaka stood outside the penalty area, and in front of him, Yang Pan stuck himself. He didn't want to compete with Yang Pan for this position. Now his brain is still a little blank, and he suddenly remembered what Anke said in an interview with reporters: "The shot I don't want to save the most?" Ha ha! Without that, I can shoot anything. What the? No kidding? No, I'm not kidding...... Well, to be honest, if you have to let me go first, I don't want Jang Jun to take a penalty in front of me...... Why? His penalty was unsaved. ”

Giulio Cesar is not Anco......

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Sophie forgot to take a picture and just stood behind the billboard behind the goal, with the Brazilian goal in front of her, and Zhang Jun was twelve yards away.

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Zhang Jun finally put the football in place, he only replayed it twice, and many people thought that a year had passed. Did the frozen air stop time from passing?

On this winter night, everyone's backs were soaked with sweat.

This pressure ...... The eyes of 800 million people in China are staring, 70,000 people are staring at the scene, and more than 200 million people around the world are staring. If it is kicked in, the Chinese team will lift the Hercules Cup for the first time in history, and if it can't be kicked in...... There are so many possibilities for the future. Since there is this opportunity to take the future under your own feet, you can't let it go.

No matter how tired you are, you must not be weak at this time, and you must resist it.

Isn't it just for this moment that I've been fighting for so long?

Zhang Jun looked up, and he looked at Sophie, who looked nervous behind the goal.

Two days ago, it was also in this place, the same expression.

"I love football!" The owner of this voice has been with him for thirteen years......

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"Quick! I give Jang Joon's positive face specifically! Let the audience see Zhang Jun's expression at this time! It must be exciting! ”

Pressure? It's not nothing, but great people turn stress into motivation. And the cowardly will be crushed by the pressure. Zhang Jun is definitely not a cowardly person, he faced the goal, faced the goalkeeper of the Brazilian team, Cesar, and closed his eyes!

Everyone gasped! With his eyes closed, how does he kick a penalty? Is it too contemptuous of the other person, or is it too much to get carried away by the pressure?

Cesar was also stunned. A good goalkeeper can find some clues in the eyes of the opposing striker and help him save the ball, but now that Zhang Jun has closed his eyes, what can he do?

There was a commotion, but soon the sound died down. Everyone is waiting for Merck's whistle to blow, I wonder if the local referee Merck will also feel nervous and can't blow the whistle at this time?

Zhang Jun didn't pay attention to the reaction of the outside world, he just stood with his eyes closed. Wait for the referee's whistle. It was as if he was the only one left in the world. The goal in front of you is infinitely wide......

"Toot-"

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With his eyes closed, he took a step and then slammed his foot, and Julio Cesar couldn't figure out how Jang Jun would shoot. He could only guess one direction.

Left!

The football kicks out from Zhang Jun's feet.

Everyone, 70,000 live viewers and more than 200 million TV viewers saw this scene -

The ball creates a wonderful parabola in the air and flies into the goal from the very center of the goal!

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"Hooray!"

"We are champions!! We are the champions! We are the champions! We are the kings of the world! We are invincible! We are the kings of the world! Wang Jianxiang ripped off the soundproof headset on his ear and yelled in oblivion. He wanted to hear every sound coming from the stadium with his own ears. Roaring and roaring, he stood on the commentary table. The commentary seat of the stadium is the highest point of the entire stadium, Wang Jianxiang looked at the black crowd below, he felt that he was standing on the top of the world, and the whole world was under his feet.

"We are champions!" Fans in China are already boiling, and countless people are shouting loudly. Countless people hugged each other, and countless people left uncontrollable tears.

It stands to reason that the game is not over yet, but in fact it is over.

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When Zhang Jun heard the roar coming from around him, he knew that he had succeeded. Then he opened his eyes and saw Sophie's smiling and tearful face......

I can finally take you in my wedding dress in my arms, my wife......

Jang Jun fell to his knees as if he had lost his strength, and a worried look flashed across Sophie's face, but it was quickly replaced by a smile.

Yang Pan rushed over from outside, and then knelt down next to Zhang Jun, holding Zhang Jun tightly in his arms with both hands.

"We are champions!" He yelled in the ear of his friend.

He has been holding back this sentence for more than ten years. For this sentence, he and Zhang Jun struggled for more than ten years.

Now, I can finally yell out with pride and without scruples.

More players rushed up and surrounded the two captains tightly in the middle. The group celebrates the victory they have already reached.

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All Brazilians shed tears of pain, and what are the remaining ten seconds enough for them to do? Football is not basketball, there is no such thing as a whistle ball, and now they have nothing left if they fail......

Sure enough, when Adriano had just kicked the ball out, Merck ruthlessly blew the whistle for the end of the game.

Suddenly, at this moment, Greenpoint Stadium became a sea of red! No! It's a crater erupted by red magma!

It's over......

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As for the award ceremony, there is no need to describe it in any pen and ink, it is a feeling that cannot be told in words. Really, believe me, everyone who is there is extremely happy, and everyone who witnesses this moment in front of the TV is also extremely happy.

When Yang Pan was the last to walk on the podium, received the Gold Cup from the FIFA president, and held it high, red fireworks lit up the night sky, and confetti fell from the sky!

"Let's congratulate the new world champions - the Chinese team!"