438 for ten million

He won't lose!

The Brazilian was given the last goal and was in possession of the ball. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this point, they didn't want to wait for the final draw and go into extra time. They were ready to end the fight in less than three minutes in the last minute!

"Press up, press up!" At the last minute, Brooke also saw through the thoughts of Monla and the other players, standing on the sidelines and shouting loudly, asking the players to give their last strength.

In the eighty-ninth minute, Zhou Mingkai organized the final counterattack!

Came to midfield and handed the ball to Manel!

He is a veritable playmaker, the absolute strength of the midfielder of the Samba Army!

If Monla is the well-deserved first, then Manel is definitely the second in the team! Next is Zhou Mingkai, and Namakri is Ronaldo.

Manel took a look at the surrounding situation, glanced at his opponent, and then passed the ball to Oscar on the flank.

This time the Brazilian chose to take the initiative, which was a bit of a surprise. In the 90th minute, Oscar dribbled the ball, and when he stopped the ball to adjust, a lightning-like figure passed by him. As he left, not only did the strong wind blow Oscar's jersey, but also the ball at his feet.

"It's Gong Jizun! He finally started to fight back! This time the ball was broken, so ingenious that it couldn't be described in words, and the speed was so fast that Oscar didn't react at all!"

Gong Jizun, who has fully entered the zone mode, does not give the Brazilians any face, and directly grabs the ball when they are transmitting!

Gong Jizun moved forward at full speed, but Ronaldo, who was also fighting hard for the last hand, stood up at this time.

Standing in front of him, he slowed down Gong Jizun for a few seconds.

Just a few seconds, enough for Monla to catch up!

At this time, Meng La directly forced back Gong Jizun's attack, and in desperation, Gong Jizun faded into a state of zone, and handed the ball to Wang Jingke behind him a little tiredly.

Also into the zone!

The aura of the whole half was completely different.

Meng La stomped his foot, and the king's aura on his body opened, instantly shaking the aura of the others.

Mongla's face was as grim as he could, forcing the pass of the Chinese Dream Team to death in all directions.

Wang Jingke unloaded the zone and passed the ball to Liu Junmin's feet.

"I'm coming!" Zhou Mingkai pressed.

"I'll help you, Junmin!"

"I'll ...... too," Namakri followed.

For a while, everyone's battlefield turned into a midfield area, and no one let anyone cross the thunder pool by half a step.

Time is ticking.

No one slackened, there was less than a minute left in the game, the ball was still at the feet of the Chinese Dream Team, but they couldn't get past the Brazilians' defense, Ouyang Qingfeng was anxious at this time.

"Calm down! Calm down! The more critical times like this, the more I need to be calm!" he was constantly hypnotizing himself, controlling his impatience!

"Time is running out, kill him!"

"Calm down! Be calm and seize the last chance!"

Ouyang Qingfeng's body was as if there were two villains instructing him, one called him like this, and the other called him like that!

The ball was won by the Brazilians! Ouyang Qingfeng became more anxious! Immediately pressed up, Zhou Mingkai and Namakri defended him with all their might!

"Manel, give me the ball!" At this moment, Ronaldo came to ask for the ball, Manel hesitated for a moment, and didn't want to give it, but with so many people watching, he still slowed down and sent the ball over.

The force is not very strong.

Ronaldo's face changed.

This ball is passed so casually, it is completely planned to make a wedding dress for the Chinese Dream Team? Nima...... If it doesn't get to me, it's out of my control.

"Is it possible...... ...... is he?" Ronaldo was suspicious, and in the scramble, he still protected the ball.

As a striker, he should actually be called an assistant!

He is Monla's passing assistant, and with the assistant, his pass can directly reach Monla's feet, just like Wang Jie and Ouyang Qingfeng's before, and the cooperation between them has exceeded a certain tacit understanding.

Ronaldo glanced at the frontcourt, just a meeting of eyes, Monla immediately realized his intentions, and when Ronaldo suddenly got up and passed, Monla's body also started to rush quickly to the backfield of the Chinese Dream Team.

Ouyang Qingfeng got up and chased out!

No way, at the last moment, he had to fight! The backfield was not his home field, and his position was not in the backfield, but he had to defend back!

Ronaldo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc.

That's one, the smile of the mystery.

And not far away, Manel's face changed completely, and he secretly exclaimed in his heart, "Oops, don't catch this ball Mongla!"

Ren You and Ren Yi ran to the landing point of the ball almost at the same time, trying to clear the ball at the edge of the penalty area.

They're fast, but Mongla is even faster!

The ball was about to stop, and suddenly, the ball landed and bounced out. Fall at the feet of Ren Yi!

"it! The Buddha has manifested his spirit!" Ren Yi laughed and kicked the ball away!

Monla's face brushed, he and Ronaldo have cooperated countless times, and there has never been such a mistake! He was annoyed, regretting that he didn't run one more step, just when he was remorseful and annoyed, Ronaldo's smile reappeared, no one saw through him that he deliberately passed big, and no one knew that there was an ulterior conspiracy hidden under such a good pass!

The day before the race.

There was a middle-aged man who found Ronaldo......

They chatted for a long time, and when they finally left, the middle-aged man left a card with a quota of two million, leaving the following sentence, "After the deed is completed, there will be three million more to your account!"

Ren Yi's clearance ball was picked up by the Brazilians again, and Namakri was about to attack, but was stopped by Manel in the midfield, "Namacri, pass it to me, give it to me!"

Namakri saw Manel asking for the ball and passed it without hesitation!

"Less than a minute to go!" Tang Bo shouted anxiously.

At this time, the referee was already whistling, looking at the chronograph in his hand and preparing to blow the whistle.

"It's almost time! Watch the tempo! Manel kick the ball away," Brooke shouted from the sidelines.

A draw is not the final result for them, the 30 minutes of extra time are the final battle!

Now that it's tied, let's see you in overtime!

Brooke knows very well that in the first 70 minutes, what the Chinese Dream Team was suppressed, at this time their physical strength has reached the limit, and their bodies can't keep up with their consciousness, and the 30 minutes of extra time is undoubtedly a chance for the Brazilians to finally win the FK championship!

"Hahaha!" Meng La laughed, "It's time, Ouyang, we'll see you in overtime!"

Manel stopped in place for about three seconds, as if waiting for something...... Suddenly, he turned around and was about to pass the ball back to the goalkeeper...... Even if it's the end of this regular game!

"I won't lose!" A cold glint suddenly flashed in Ouyang Qingfeng's eyes, and his feet, which were obviously about to cramp, stepped on strange footwork and quickly headed towards the ball.

If Manel's return pass to the goalkeeper's feet is forty meters away, then Ouyang Qingfeng is completely sixty meters long from this ball, even if Namakri breaks out at the best speed, it is impossible to catch up with the speed at which the ball falls to the goalkeeper's feet!

However, being regarded by everyone as a useless thing, Ouyang Qingfeng had to do it!

Because, this is their last hope, for the sake of honor!

For, ten million!

He didn't care if Yang Guofang pressed 10 million, whether he would jump off the building after he lost it, and he didn't care whether other people would escape debts or anything like that! That was all about his own business, and the 10 million he bet on was his own!

True to yourself!(To be continued.) )