"Oh oh oh, what we saw! What we saw! Post-90s, yes, post-90s. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He Wei sat in the commentary seat and was a little incoherent.

The post-80s generation is only in their 20s at this time, and the post-90s generation is just a child in the eyes of many people at this time. Wen Feng and Liu Liang's selection into the national team have caused an uproar in China. Even if He Wei thought that the two people must have his reasons for being selected, he didn't expect to replace the two of them in such a World Cup qualifier game.

According to the data, Wenfeng was born in 91 and is 16 years old this year, and Liu Liang was born in 90 and is 17 years old this year.

The selection of the two into the national team not only refreshed the record of the youngest national football player held by Zhou Haibin, but also directly refreshed the record of the youngest player in the Chinese men's football team.

calmed down his excitement, He Wei continued to explain: "Wenfeng and Liu Liang, many people don't know them, they are actually the champions of this year's national youth football competition, and they are called golden partners. From the initial qualifiers to the final finals, Qianchuan Middle School participated in a total of 22 games and scored 70 goals, and Wen Feng and Liu Liang teamed up to host 52 of the 70 goals scored by Qianchuan Middle School, a veritable goal machine. And their coach at that time was the current national team coach Shi Liansheng. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in front of the TV.

So to speak, the two little ones are not useless. Is it any wonder that Shi Liansheng recruited these two students into the national team?

But can the intensity of the national youth football competition be compared with the World Cup qualifiers?

These are two completely different concepts! On the stage of the World Preliminaries, can they still have such an eye-catching performance?

Many fans are skeptical.

"There's nothing wrong with guiding the mind, right? With two middle school students, is Myanmar so unbearable? ”

King Dong, who was sitting in front of the TV, directly raised his own questions.

"Myanmar is so vulnerable! And just wait and see the show, these two little guys are so much more powerful than you think! ”

King Dong looked at Yu Liang, frowned and thought for a while, and understood why Yu Liang was so sure.

Because Yu Liang and Shi Liansheng are familiar, they must be no strangers to these two little guys.

With anticipation, King Dong continued to watch the game quietly. This is an important way for them to understand Shi Liansheng's tactical arrangement.

After Wen Feng and Liu Liang came on the court, the game continued.

With their play, the formation of the Chinese team also changed, Chen Tao was pulled to the position of left midfielder, Wen Feng played as the right midfielder, Cui Peng and Zhao Junzhe continued to partner in the middle of the midfield, and became a 442 formation.

The Chinese team attacked, and after Zhao Junzhe overdid it in the midfield, he passed the ball directly to the style of the wing.

As for the style of writing, apart from the current teammates of these national teams, few people understand their technical characteristics.

Not to mention the Myanmar team, they don't know anything about the style of writing and Liu Liang. But through the immature faces, they knew that the two guys were not very old, and naturally they didn't have much experience in the game.

For the Myanmar team, this is an opportunity, a chance to fight back!

So when Wenfeng received the ball, the midfielder of the Myanmar team, Zuo Linton, immediately pounced on Wenfeng.

As long as you make a steal, you can launch a counterattack.

Wen Feng looked at the Burmese player who pounced on him, stepping on the football with his right foot, his eyes staring ahead without making any movement.

"Is this little guy scared silly?"

Zuo Linton's heart was in ecstasy.

The Chinese fans in the stands couldn't help but worry.

"Damn, do you know what this guy is doing?"

"This guy won't be scareless, will he?"

"Uncle, hurry up and pass the ball!"

Anxious Chinese fans shouted loudly in the stands.

If someone notices Wen Feng's facial expression at this time, they will definitely frown.

He's laughing!

Zuo Linton looked at Wen Feng and frowned.

That's right, the style is indeed laughing.

Why is he laughing?

Zuo Linton hesitated for a moment, but quickly stabbed the football at Wen Feng's feet.

"Oh, Shi Liansheng shouldn't be on this little guy!"

"yes, isn't that a waste of opportunity?"

"It's 4-0, but you can't waste the opportunity like this!"

Fans are already sure that the style of writing will concede goals. But after they complained, they found that the ball was still at Wenfeng's feet, and Zuo Linton had been left behind by Wenfeng.

"What the hell is going on?"

The dazed fans couldn't find the answer. Because they were just complaining, not many people knew what was going on.

But the next second, they immediately screamed from the stands: "Big! ”

Throwing off Zuo Linton's style, he slammed the ball forward with his right foot, and the ball rolled directly past the Myanmar left wing-back towards the baseline.

The defenders of the Myanmar team did not expect that Zuo Linton would be directly thrown away by the little guy in front of him, and when he was caught off guard, he could only watch the football roll past him. By the time the Myanmar defenders reacted and turned around and chased after the football, Wen Feng had already caught up.

A game of speed and furiousness played out in the stadium.

I only saw the galloping style, and slowly caught up with the defenders of the Myanmar team.

The defenders of the Myanmar team couldn't prevent the style of writing, so they could only use their bodies to squeeze the style outward. Wen Feng seemed to have expected this, so when the Myanmar defender squeezed towards him, he went directly around the touchline.

"Overtaking on the side!"

He Wei's eyes widened, his face was full of incredulity!

"Speed, absolute speed! The style of writing surpassed that of the opposing full-backs. ”

Rumble!

The pot exploded in Foshan Century Lotus Stadium, and the fans had already forgotten the complaints just now, and they shouted frantically in the stands.

In the shouting, he caught up with the style of football, changed direction, and cut directly into the penalty area along the bottom line.

There was a commotion in the Myanmar penalty area.

A central defender close to Wenfeng immediately rushed towards Wenfeng, and in the face of the defending central defender, Wenfeng poked his toes, and the football rolled directly to the middle of the central defender's side.

Without waiting for the central defender to finish turning, a figure appeared in an instant, facing the football with a gentle push. In the surprised expression of the goalkeeper, the football rolled into the goal against the turf, 5-0!

"The ball went in, the ball went in, and it was the golden partner from Qianchuan who made this goal, Wen Feng and Liu Liang! Remember their names because they made history! Maybe in the future, they will be able to set even greater records! ”

“yes！”

Shi Liansheng, who was excited, jumped up directly on the sidelines.

Seeing the goals of other players of the national football team, although he was happy, he would not be so excited.

The style of writing and Liu Liang have different meanings for him.

Rumble!

Deafening cheers immediately erupted in the stadium, and at this moment they would no longer question Wen Feng and Liu Liang.

Under the leadership of the DJ on the spot, a uniform shout sounded in the stadium, "Literary style!" Liu Liang! ”

Fans, who have never been so neat, may have seen the hope of football and the future of football at this moment, so they issued an inner cry.

Liu Liang, who scored the goal, did not celebrate wildly, standing in front of the goal, he enjoyed the afterglow after the goal, while Wenfeng stood beside him and smiled stupidly, his smile was so bright. (To be continued.) )