434 Shock!

Poop!

Everyone's minds went blank for a moment, and although it was only a short 0.05 seconds, it was enough for Monla to make a choice. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ouyang Qingfeng looked at Meng La in astonishment!

Such a profound tactical formation in the middle of the game, even Brooke didn't see how Mongla saw it, and he also cracked the door.

"Gong Jizun, watch that No. 9 in the midfield!" Ouyang Qingfeng tried hard to catch back, because he was the closest to Mongla, and no matter what, he had to stop the opponent from scoring another goal at this time.

"Ren Yi, why don't you come over to me!" Ouyang Qingfeng shouted as he ran, "Stop him!"

Even if Ren Yi just dragged him for a second, it would be enough for Ouyang Qingfeng. One second is enough time for him to do a lot of things!

Ren Yi pressed forward from the backfield and came directly to the position of the middle and back, and at this time, Wang Jie and Gong Jizun stared at Manel and Ronaldo respectively, and Wang Jingke was dragging his position behind, making the last line of defense in front of the goal.

Mongla's passing is so good that even Messi has to sigh to himself, the flow is like a ghost, there is no flaw in the future, and in the blink of an eye, he has come to the green midfield. Ren Yi faced Mongla, there was no suspense at all, he was shaken, and before approaching the forbidden area, Ren You appeared in front of Monla!

"Hi buddy!"

Mongla didn't pay attention to Ren You's greeting, but judged his opponent's next plan with an unusually calm face.

It's just 0.5 seconds, Mongla suddenly cut to the right, Ren You's body moved, but after 0.1 seconds, Mongla suddenly changed direction and directly changed to another direction, he didn't stay, and directly passed the ball to the side!

Manakry attacked the wing for a long time, and Monla, who did not dribble the ball, let go at this time and went directly into the midfield of the Chinese Dream Team.

At this time, Ouyang Qingfeng arrived!

A contest also began.

Meng La vs Ouyang Qingfeng.

He wasn't worried about Namakri whether he would break through or shoot, because no matter where he was, he would be locked by Wang Jingke. And there is Xu Guanghui in the backfield, and the probability of Namakri's success is very small.

At the moment, he can only keep an eye on Mongla, as long as Monla is not allowed a chance to get the ball, then the probability of the Chinese Dream Team conceding another goal will be reduced a lot, and if this continues, they also have a chance to catch up with the score.

However, he forgot what he said before, a strong person does not change anything, only when his teammates become strong together, the team will be invincible!

When Ouyang Qingfeng was staring at Monla, it was Ronaldo who ran to pick up Namakri.

Ronaldo, who was defending Wang Jie, took the ball from Namakri, and then shook it in front of the penalty area, a big pendulum, and Xu Guanghui stumbled a few times, Ronaldo took advantage of the opponent's unstable center of gravity, and rushed forward directly with a brisk step, in an instant, Ronaldo had already entered the penalty area, and Ronaldo was also ready to force a shot, Ren Yi at this moment was about to catch up If Ronaldo does not choose to shoot at this time, let Ren Yi catch up, and the chance of shooting will be smaller.

Both the speed and the power are terrifying!

It's the kind that explodes!

Facing Ronaldo, who shot without a choice, Yi Tianjian showed a sneer. He had already seen his intentions and judgment in the right direction, jumped and pounced, and hit the ball directly.

"Oh! It's a pity, it's just a little bit, the Brazilians' luck is too bad, if this ball is handled by Monla, then the result will be completely different! There are still ten minutes left in the game, the Brazilians have to grasp this temporary lead!" The commentator said helplessly on the stage, "The second half of the Chinese Dream Team completely played a different state, it's incredible, whether the last ten minutes can catch up with the score, I can't say, let's continue to watch!"

"Damn!" Ronaldo cursed after the ball was knocked out, he looked at the direction of the ball, and instead of grabbing the spot, he chose to get stuck in front of the two defenders.

The point where the ball lands is Monla's position.

He jumped high and competed with Ouyang Qingfeng for the first point, and due to physical fitness, Montral beat Ouyang Qingfeng and got the ball. At this time, he had his back to Ouyang Qingfeng!

"What are you doing? Cheer up, hold on! Hold on! It's the last ten minutes, come on, equalize the score! Overtake! Don't let the Brazilians get up and shoot so easily! Hear no!" Don Bo looked nervously at the situation on the field, it seemed that Monla had seen through the middle of the game, and at this time, the pocket watch in his hand was not short to turn again, the game was already coming to an end, if it continued like this, it would definitely create conditions for the Brazilians again, and it would be too late to fight back by then.

Meng La turned around and dribbled with his back to Ouyang Qingfeng and tried to shake it away, but how fast he was Ouyang Qingfeng's reaction was as fast as he turned around, Ouyang Qingfeng appeared in front of him as soon as he turned around, he tried to deceive Ouyang Qingfeng with a backward pull feint, and then wanted to change direction and pull back to the front, but Ouyang Qingfeng was not fooled at all.

At this time, Monla actually carried the ball in the back!

The ball was behind him, his feet were swaying back and forth, as if he had eyes behind his back, even if someone sneaked attacked, he was dexterously dodged, but when he just ran up, Ouyang Qingfeng appeared in front of him.

"You!"

"Why? Don't you dare to come head-on?"

"Afraid of you?" said Monglas disdainfully.

Then, he pulled the ball in front of him and confronted Ouyang Qingfeng!

The aura on Meng La's body was too strong for people to get close to at all, but Ouyang Qingfeng endured the coercion of his aura and tried hard to follow his side. Suddenly, Meng La accelerated and set aside Ouyang Qingfeng's tracking.

"You think you'll be able to run away?" Moments later, the 7 was following Monglas like a ghost.

"!"

"back!"

"again!"

"Here you go!"

The two of them actually played saliva childishly!

"Hmph, do you think I'm still the same me I used to be? You can't stop me!" Ouyang!" Meng La once again shook off Ouyang Qingfeng, and shook off a central defender in front of him, and then found a teammate in the penalty area, and directly stuffed the ball to his teammate.

In the penalty area, Ronaldo resisted two defenders and couldn't dodge the ball, and at this time, Oscar appeared in front of the penalty area and volleyed directly!

Lightning-fast!

If this goal is scored, it will definitely be another world wave!

It's a pity that although the ball speed is fast, Oscar's control of the force has not really grasped the essence, his speed is fast, but Yi Tianjian's reaction is faster.

Bang!

The sound of being knocked out of the door frame permeated the whole stadium, and the hearts of all the fans suddenly trembled!

"Oh, la, la, la! It's incredible, the Chinese goalkeeper has made a meritorious service again! I can't believe it, such a shot will be saved! The commentary is the first time in more than ten years that this kind of ball has been saved! Maybe it's luck, but it is undeniable that this Chinese goalkeeper is really good!" The commentator couldn't help but scream on the podium! He couldn't control himself at all, even if Meng La scored just now, Ouyang Qingfeng played, and Liu Junmin didn't do this when they overtook him, but now he was amazed by Yi Tianjian's performance.

Ouyang Qingfeng looked back at Yi Tianjian, and the corners of his mouth showed an arc.

Yi Tianjian pressed the brim of his hat, looking indifferent.

At this point, there are less than seven minutes left until the end of the game! )