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With Li Yuhao's ghostly smile, his feet suddenly swung. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yi Tianjian's cold face suddenly jumped, his pupils dilated instantly, he had already exerted an extraordinary reaction, but after all, it was still a beat later than him.

This ball drilled into the net without any suspense.

Li Yuhao slowly stretched out three fingers in order and gestured upward, his back was not like scoring the second goal, he was very chic at this time, and even a little high-spirited.

It was the third goal for the South Korean team.

All from the feet of Li Yuhao.

This person who made the Chinese Dream Team have a nightmare, he looked at Yi Tianjian in front of him coldly, and the corners of his mouth were raised evilly, matched with his naturally noble and handsome face, giving people a very evil feeling.

He put down his fingers, pointed at Yi Tianjian with one finger, and made a gesture of no.

Yi Tianjian frowned, this was the first time he had met such a tough opponent, in the new world football, the people who could score goals in the field of his control could be counted on one hand, but he met one of them here, and he was still a top pervert.

The players of the South Korean team were crazy, some of them danced a horse dance from an unknown number of years ago in the backfield to celebrate, and some rushed to the front court to lift Lee Yu-ho up, they celebrated Lee Yu-ho's third goal of the day, and congratulated him on once again breaking the footballking game's scorer chart.

The second-place Mongla and Li Yuhao are still 2 goals apart.

The game continued, and the situation on the field changed rapidly.

The players of the Chinese Dream Team nervously and excitedly organized wave after wave of attacks, Gong Jizun made an accurate pass, Liu Junmin got the first point, shook the defender a feint, and directly pushed the ball to Sima Hao, who was in a better position, Li Zhengxian stepped forward to interfere, Sima Hao pulled out his leg and shot hard, and was saved by the goalkeeper desperately.

This time, the South Korean players were even more jubilant, believing that if this continued, they would be the only ones who would win this game.

Once again, the goalkeeper has made a meritorious service.

Sima Hao left the goal with his head bowed, and his mood didn't seem to be very good.

In the seventy-five minutes of the second half, the South Korean team was on the offensive, bombing the backfield of the Chinese Dream Team wave after wave, Wang Jingke and Ren You were already a little tired, but they also defended wave after wave of attacks.

Of course, there was also Ouyang Qingfeng here to participate in the defense, and he barely resisted the opponent's multiple rounds of attacks.

"Look at people, look at people!" Ouyang Qingfeng commanded everything in the middle and backfield, "Pay attention to marking people, don't miss it, don't mark people and don't stare at the ball, don't make it easy, hold on!"

"Mingkang, the midfield will be handed over to you, you and Junmin will take a leisurely look at each other!" Gong Jizun also retreated a little from the midfield, pressing the Korean players tightly, and the high-pressure pressing forced them to start passing the ball constantly.

"That's it! They're definitely going to make mistakes!" Wang Jingke's eyes flashed, panting and continuing to press the players of the South Korean team.

The game continued on the field, Tang Bo's brows have not been loosened, this style of play has been a mistake since the second half, but he did not adjust his tactics in time, forcing the players to be suppressed very passively.

Han Meimei was extremely nervous, her fists clenched, and she stared intently at the situation on the court.

Ouyang Zhentian just received a call from the big boss, originally he was going to ask if he had been to Spain, but he didn't expect Ouyang Zhentian to directly tell the other party that he was already at the game site.

The big boss smiled, not intending to ask about the results of the game.

But Ouyang Zhentian spoke first, "You, don't you ask about the game?"

The corners of the big boss's mouth raised, although Ouyang Zhentian couldn't see it, but he could obviously hear the big boss's confidence in the other party's tone, "With Tang Bo here, it's okay." ”

The sweat on Ouyang Zhentian's forehead was about to fall, he had never been so nervous, even in the face of the financial crisis or hundreds of millions of shares, he was very calm and his face did not change, but he didn't know why, at this time, when he saw the situation on the field, his heartbeat accelerated violently.

Seeing that Ouyang Zhentian didn't speak much, the big boss asked curiously, "What?"

"Three, three to two. When Ouyang Zhentian nervously said the score, his heart trembled suddenly, as if the whole country really lost, "Lost, lost a goal!"

After listening to Ouyang Zhentian's words, the big boss's face changed, and he let out a surprised sound, "What?"

Then, he loosened his brows and asked, "Where is Tang Bo?"

Ouyang Zhentian looked at a middle-aged man in the coach's seat, presumably it was Tang Bo, the head coach this time, "Yes, at the bottom." ”

At this time, Tang Bo was racking his brains to crack the method, this Korean head coach is too strong, and he is definitely the strongest opponent he has met in his life.

Nearly eighty minutes had passed since the game, and he hadn't thought of cracking the opponent's new tactics at all, Tang Bo, who was sweating like rain, grabbed his head with both hands and shook it twice, "If it goes on like this, we'll be finished." ”

"What's going on in the game now, you and I can talk about it briefly!" The big boss also began to be nervous and worried, he knew Tang Bo's ball quotient and coaching ability, but if even he couldn't do it, then this time the crisis of the Chinese Dream Team would be really big.

Ouyang Zhentian told the big boss everything that happened at the moment, and the big boss thought about it for a while after listening to it, "I have heard that this Li Yuhao, a newcomer that South Korea is focusing on cultivating now, is a powerful player that should not be underestimated. ”

"Difficult, isn't it...... Are we going to lose?" Ouyang Zhentian sighed a little unwillingly.

"How long is the game?" asked the big boss.

"Less than eight minutes!"

The big boss thought about it and sighed, "Alas, I can't hide it, please go down and tell Tang Bo to let Wang Jingke let go!"

"What does it mean to let go of the fight?" Could it be that the current Wang Jingke's strength is still retained, Ouyang Zhentian was curious and puzzled, he really wanted to know what this sentence meant.

"Fart Zhentian, I hope that after today's game, you can talk to Wang Jingke, remember, you have to sign him no matter what!" the big boss sighed, and before Ouyang Zhentian could ask, he hung up.

"What's the situation?" Ouyang Zhentian scratched his head and walked towards Tang Bo in confusion.

With less than five minutes left in the game, Li Yuhao knew that in the face of the situation that his team was already one goal ahead, no matter how strong the opponent was, it was impossible to reverse, and he accepted the ticket for this semi-final match first. Victory belongs to the Korean team!

As if the team's victory was foreseen, the head coach and several members of the South Korean team had already celebrated on the sidelines in advance.

This is a game that will be recorded in the history of Korean football, and it is a game in which young players from the Republic of Korea rose to the world of football.

And their opponent is the Chinese team that has not won for a hundred years, but in this game I have to say that the opponent played at an extraordinary level, they are improving, but they still lost, because they met the strongest team in Asia, and the opponent was still glorious despite defeat.

Eighty-eight minutes in the second half, plus three minutes of stoppage time, left them with little time, five minutes.

When Gong Jizun stopped the Korean team's attacking football, Tang Bo shouted on the sidelines, "Children, there are still five minutes left in the game, let go of the kick! Don't leave regrets! Wang Jingke, don't keep it for Lao Tzu!

"Five minutes, that's enough!" Wang Jingke roared angrily, his eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light shot out from the inside.

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Kill!(To be continued.) )