"Don't drive big! Pass the ball over ......"

Qu Jing shouted to his teammates again and again, and ran to a relatively safe area to prepare for the response as much as possible from Faraj, but he could only watch the ball fly in the sky again and again, and then intercept the Saudi Arabian players who regained the ball again and again.

But his efforts seem to be merely a sense of presence.

"Boy, won't you keep the ball at your feet?" The "experienced" Saudi captain Al-Basas clearly saw his impatience and lost no time in starting to add fuel to his side.

“you**off！” Knowing that the other party was provoking, but Albasas's nasty tone and face still annoyed Qu Jing, who had nowhere to vent, he shouted at him angrily, and then pushed Albassas, who was noisy in his ears, away.

Albasas, of course, did not miss the opportunity for such a performance, and it was very exaggerated that he fell to the ground and never got up again.

"You're still a acter," Qu Jing looked at the rolling Albassas, bent over and continued to yell at him.

The referee on duty quickly ran over, communicated with the linesman through the equipment, and decisively showed Qu Jing a yellow card.

This is very rare in previous games, Qu Jing glanced at his teammates while walking back, he even had an urge to apply for a red card, and the level was not good, but he really didn't want to continue like this at all.

"Bear with me, Brother Qu, we're all used to it", Xu Xin patted Qu Jing's shoulder, expressing his same dissatisfaction in a helpless tone.

What can I do?

It's not a matter of one or two people.

After several years in a row, they have become accustomed to abiding by any decision of the coaching staff on the court, who wants to play, if they ignore the coach's tactical arrangement, they will not be able to play the next game?

The Saudi team's thunderous and rainy offensive continued until the end of the first half, although the score was not rewritten, but it can be seen from the comparison of the expressions of the two players that in such a clear offensive and defensive situation, the Saudi team will become more and more combative, while the Chinese team will gradually wear down morale.

"We're going to beat you for sure, you're not going to kick anymore", Albassas walked back to the lounge and buzzed in front of Qu Jing again, his dark face with a pair of big eyes, which looked like a nasty fly no matter how he looked.

"Listen, you're just a bunch of poops, I can easily get rid of all of your midfielders", Qu Jing smiled at him, he has seen a lot of this kind of psychological warfare, but this time he is always a little difficult to control.

"So what?" Albassas shrugged indifferently, bumped the shoulder of the warp with bad intentions and continued: "Even if you pass one of us, the other will put you down. ”

"Fuck you uncle, see you in the second half".

The teammates who returned to the locker room all looked listless, and Qu Jing didn't bother to speak, curled up in the sofa with his eyes closed.

"We are only one step away from victory, in the second half you have to pay attention to strengthen the defense, don't let the opponent play the gap and behind you, and, Qu Jing, you have to control your emotions".

"Hit behind your sister, the back line is almost on the goal line, how fucking there is still behind!"

Qu Jing didn't open his eyes, and he scolded in his heart. For Fu Bo, who is not too familiar with him, he had a good impression at the beginning, and he felt that the tactical arrangement in the group stage was quite normal, why was he so unbreathable when he arrived at the knockout round? !

"I'll it, it's so uncomfortable to kick", and when Fu Bo walked out, I don't know who couldn't help but shout.

"They are a JB, they are guarded, and they know how to guard every day......"

"Finally played two good games, and his grandmother's changed back......"

A complaint seemed to ignite the fuse, detonating the emotions of the teammates, and everyone began to express their dissatisfaction in their hearts, which made the song even more annoying.

"If you can move your feet, you won't be noisy, and I don't know why you are so obedient, you are always pressed and beaten by others like this, I see how far you can go!" Seeing them silently looking at each other, Qu Jing walked out of the lounge angrily.

He has always been very obedient to Agusli's coaching ideas, even against opponents like Barcelona and Real Madrid, he still fights back as much as he wants. No one can scare anyone to death, it's a big deal to lose, how do you say that sentence - I'd rather die standing than lie down and live.

Besides, it's not certain who will die and who will live!

Whoever the loves to guard, Lao Tzu will be happy first!

After the start of the second half, Qu Jing consciously added some breakthroughs, not because he was acting rashly, but in an attempt to arouse the morale of his teammates, as well as to counter-suppress the unbridled attack of the Saudi team.

Albasas really fulfilled his oath, and after the Qu Jing broke through him and Faraj several times in a row, he added some small actions to obstruct the breakthrough of the Qu Jing.

For example, pulling the jersey to carry him hard, or deliberately kicking him without closing his feet, or even worse, always pretending to be unintentional and throwing his hands on his private parts once or twice......

"Nima, can you still go down and stream a little more......"

Qu Jing, who had already carried a yellow card, seemed helpless about these additional actions, he resisted the urge to retaliate, and tried his best to create fouls when protecting the ball, but the referee on duty in the UAE turned a blind eye to the obscenity of the Saudi team players, and several times it was clear that the cards could be played, but the result was always blind.

"He's already kicked me 50 times!"

Qu Jing complained to the referee, reminding him to keep his eyes open, but the Emirati clearly did not warn the Saudis, which made Albassas less and less restrained.

Qu Jing hit Albasas's black foot again after he had already played the ball, this time it was more severe, causing him to feel a sharp pain in his ankle.

The image of him sitting on the turf and holding his right foot and grinning appeared on the big screen, causing Chinese fans in the stands to start blaming the referee.

"You're blind......"

"Referee Dog ......"

In the midst of the shouts of the fans, the referee stood in front of Qu Jing and began to ask: "Either get up or get out!" ”

"He's kicked me like this, and you're still so indifferent?!" Qu Jing frowned and raised his hand at the referee, raising his foot in the hope that he could see his injury, "I kicked him after passing the ball!" ”

Seeing that Qu Jing did not mean to get up immediately, the Emirati Nunu mouthed, and did not say anything else, but turned around and began to beckon the stretcher outside the field to enter the field......

"How? Is it serious? Zhao Xu, who came with the team doctor, asked about Qu Jing's injury with concern, and when he saw Qu Jing rubbing his ankle constantly, he turned around and gave Fu Bo a gesture.

"It's a little painful, but it shouldn't be a big deal", after a simple treatment by the team doctor, although it is still a little uncomfortable, it feels like it should be able to hold on.

But at this time, there was a scene that made him jaw-dropping, and Fu Bo, who was cautious throughout the game, quickly made the decision to replace Qu Jing with Zhao Yuhao!

"I can still play!" , Qu Jing angrily walked up to Fu Bo to express his dissatisfaction.

"Listen to the team doctor, he thinks that you are no longer suitable to continue playing, I have to think about your physical condition", Fu Bo still chewed gum vigorously, and there was no room for negotiation in his tone.

"Why don't I use you to think about me!" Qu Jing roared in his heart, shook his arm very out of shape, and then walked to the bench in disappointment......