It is more unpredictable than guessing, and what is more difficult than guessing is to resolve it. Sometimes it's like this, knowing that it's an abyss, but you can only watch others slide down, and if you want to reach out and grab him, you will be treated as a disappointing store. Let it slip is probably the choice of many people. After all, patience is not available to everyone, and grievances are not something that everyone can bear.

It's far away, come back and tell the story.

Sui Dongliang and Lu Wei, who were pinned on by Sun Zhenping with great hopes, did not have a way to change the situation.

Momentum, once it gets up, is not something that can be changed at will by an individual's ability. Brazil have regained their full form and are now racing at a high speed for their exceptional performances. If the previous unrestrained table of the national junior team was an ordinary train, then they were obviously high-speed rail. The perfect foot technology is like a smooth railroad track, the smooth running position is like a powerful locomotive, and the erratic ball is like a passenger that needs to be delivered, and it may arrive at the station at any time!

After the two men came on the court, they quickly put themselves on the defensive. In the few pitiful attacking opportunities, it is difficult to contact teammates. Even his own state is just mediocre.

After all, defense is not what they are good at, and a loose offensive state is not something that can be straightened out in a while.

The boy in silence vaguely remembered the conversation between the two guys before the second half.

"Lao You, what do you mean by 'it's useless to say it, it's better not to say it'?" Li Tie's almost frozen brain turned a thought that he didn't dare to think of, and hurriedly took advantage of the rare throw-in opportunity to ask loudly.

"You know." You Mo heard clearly, but he was reluctant to explain more.

"Does that mean the current situation is what you expected?" Li Tie continued to ask.

"What do you remember what I said?" You Mo still didn't answer, and asked rhetorically.

"Can you forget those two goals!" Da Yu began to answer.

"I'll talk about it later!" Li Tie roared and hurriedly ended the conversation.

Yumo didn't chase them to explain anything, turned his head and looked at the distant Brazilian goal.

It's October. The air at ten o'clock in the evening was a little cold. There was a faint fog rising from the lawn, and the target was a little farther away, and it looked a little blurry.

――――

Another throw-in opportunity, Lee continued the previous question.

"Mean, you have a solution?"

"Nope." Lu Wei was beside him, and he opened his mouth to answer. There is no fear of destroying morale.

Li Tie turned his head in disbelief, glanced at him, and then looked around again, taking in the expressions of the others.

There are those who regret, those who are unwilling, those who dare not believe, but none of them have a calm face.

Not including another guy, of course.

"Yes."

Li Tie was running after the ball when he turned around. I heard the answer in one word.

In my heart, a strange feeling suddenly welled up, starting from the knees, passing through the lower back, reaching the neck, and finally burrowing into the brain.

His knees were straightened, his waist straightened, and his neck stiffened. The head is no longer a mess.

Feel the same way he does. It's a bunch of people!

When You Mo said that word, his voice was not loud, but it strangely penetrated the ears of everyone on the field.

Maybe it's because they're all looking at him.

Lu Wei was also looking at him, what reason would this guy, who had never had a disagreement with him on the court, convince himself.

You Mo smiled. Deliberately ran over, attached to his ear, and said the answer.

"Wait."

Lu Wei, who listened to the answer, also smiled, rarely, with a very bright smile. The hearts of the teenagers who watched were bright.

One qiē, it turns out that it's not over yet!

――――

The teenagers have confidence, high concentration in defense, and with the support of good physical fitness and physical condition, the opponent's offensive is temporarily in a state of only blossoming and not bearing fruit.

The game lasted for 75 minutes.

The offensive opportunities of the national junior team are still few and pitiful, and the defense line is pressed too far back, so he can only find You Mo in front of him, and Lucio, who has long been on guard, and the other two guys have cut off all the air connections given to him.

What about the ground?

Wake up!

If you can not lose the ball, it is considered a successful task, and it is pure wishful thinking to take the ball down and organize the attack.

It's not that there is no chance, but that you don't dare!

In addition to the guy who takes the ball forward, other people also need to open the angle and pull out the space to reduce the pressure and provide support for him as much as possible.

It's not difficult to get the ball in the backcourt, but once you want to cross the halfway line, the resistance and risks you take start to grow exponentially!

Although the military spirit has temporarily stabilized, the game has not turned around, and many people will still miss the good times when they were leading 2:0.

Moreover, the score of 2:2 is not a desperate situation, the potential strength of the teenagers has not awakened, and the psychology of luck still has a certain market.

This situation is a "dead chess" in Lu Wei's eyes!

――――

"They seem to have stabilized their position, and they have been guarding well during this time!"

In the living room of Zhou Xiaofeng's house, there are obviously a lot of people, and they are all Sichuan girls who talk a lot of spicy words, but they are still quiet for a long time. Someone finally broke the silence.

"yes, yes, yes!" There was an immediate echo around him.

"What does Director Zhou think?" Li Juan didn't speak, waited for the discussion to be quieter, and turned her head to ask Zhou Xiaofeng.

"It's hard to do anything if you only defend and don't attack." Zhou Xiaofeng turned his head to look at her and nodded in approval.

"Is there a way?" Zhang Mei hadn't said anything for a long time, and asked at this time.

"Look at the opponent, perhaps, you can also expect luck." Zhou Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and shook his head slowly.

The girls around them also quieted down, no longer turning their heads to talk, and looked at the field intently.

Looking at the face of the opponent, or looking at the face of luck, it is discouraging to listen to. If the game is played like this, it will be a kind of torment on and off the field.

It's better to stop the game and decide the winner with a penalty kick!

"Then why don't those two guys use their personal abilities to stir up their opponents? Maybe we can save some of the situation! Watching the game enter the half-court offense and defense, a certain girl had a whim.

This mention aroused the interest of the girls, and for a while the buzzing discussion went higher and higher, which alarmed Wang Yao, who was reading a book, and ran over to ask about the situation.

Li Juan and Zhang Mei glanced at each other. Then they turned their eyes to Zhou Xiaofeng.

"Opponent, guard against it." Zhou Xiaofeng pointed to the TV screen.

The camera just turned to Lu Wei. As soon as he got the ball, one person immediately interfered closely, and the other person assisted in the defense and protection not far away, and soon, the ball was knocked out of bounds.

"The route of the long pass is blocked. In the case of short passes, there are a total of three or four small tails around the two. Zhou Xiaofeng sighed lightly, looking helpless.

"Wouldn't it, Brazil have such good defensive awareness?" Zhang Mei looked incredulous.

"The previous one wouldn't, but this one is different."

"Why?"

"I think it's the manager's style, with more emphasis on tactical discipline. I guess we didn't study the footage of our game before the game. ”

"Did they think of that when they didn't act?"

"Yes, what are they thinking, I don't know"

"Can you still stump Coach Zhou?"

"These two guys, I can't guess!"

――――

Await. It's a painful thing.

Especially passive, indefinite, and possibly meaningless waiting, it is a kind of torment.

It takes a kind of courage to be patient, to be confident, to keep going.

The game is 78 minutes into the game and there are two possibilities in the current situation.

One. The current half-time offense and defense have been maintained, and the score has not been rewritten. Continue to look forward to overtime with a fluke mentality.

Second, the Brazilian team successfully rewrote the score and forced the national junior team into a desperate situation.

The first possibility is what the vast majority of people who follow them, even everyone except those two guys. After all, it is possible to enter extra-time or even a penalty shoot-out with such an outcome as it is now. It's a thing that wakes up laughing when you dream about it.

The second possibility is what those two guys think. It may be ridiculous, it may be rebellious, it may be unsupported, but their psychology is clear: they are not in a desperate situation. Can't turn over!

Under the fierce fire, in the boiling water, the ants are still struggling!

Simmer slowly, soak in warm water, and the frogs swim leisurely!

The current national junior team, the heart is united, the people are also working hard, the confidence has not been lost, and the pillars are still there. But because they once led 2:0, but now they are stable 2:2, so they are powerless to forge ahead, and they pin their hopes on their opponents, teammates, and luck.

I just didn't put it on myself!

You Mo and Lu Wei knew this, and they were not angry, nor were they angry and resentful, nor were they sad and desperate. The teammates are still young, and they don't have that big hearts to put the championship down. At this time, the table is just a mistake and does not mean anything.

However, these two guys also have a fluke mentality.

They hope that their opponents, whether it is the next game or extra time, can give them more time after taking the lead!

Fortunately, luck came to the rescue at the critical moment.

This sentence is hidden in the hearts of those two guys, and if they say it, they may be criticized as traitors for the rest of their lives!

In the 80th minute of the game, Xiao Luo's direct free kick hit his teammates and turned into a pass, and after landing, Lucio stabbed and shot to complete the reversal!

In the 81st minute of the final, the score was 2:3.

――――

Behind the teenagers of the Brazilian team, who ran to celebrate, were bitter faces.

What else can you say, what else dare you say, and what can you say with the face?

Then put your head down, dodge the pesky camera lens, hide your face, and get through the remaining minutes.

Fortunately, they didn't speak, and someone was about to break the silence.

"Good luck, Mr. Lu!" You Mo was full of smiles.

"It's okay!" Lu Wei also smiled at the corner of his mouth.

After that, he added: "They look like that, you don't have to say something?" ”

You Mo shook his head with a smile and roared in a loud voice: "Da Yu, can you forget the score?" ”

Da Yu was only stunned for less than a second, his lowered head was raised instantly, and as soon as the words came out, he was shocked.

"Have you been waiting for this time?"

Taking advantage of the rare time for the opponent to celebrate, You Mo swept his gaze, and after confirming that he had collected everyone's attention, he roared with all his might: "Yes, that's right!" ”

"At this point, you can't find the real direction!"

"Now, with the handle, rush with Lao Tzu!"

The evening breeze suddenly blew with the smell of the sea tide.

The goal of the Brazilian team, which had been blurry, became clear again in You Mo's slightly squinted eyes. (To be continued......)