437 Shock(4)

At this point, there are two minutes of extra time in the game, all, and there are still four minutes left until the end!

"Ouyang Qingfeng, is this No. 7 really No. 7?" Namakri's lips turned pale, his face twitched, he couldn't see what he had just discovered, he only knew that he shook Mongla, "Nima, demon!"

"Damn! This kid is really powerful, if he doesn't break out, it's just an animal, and Meng La can't stop him!" Zhou Mingkai looked at Ouyang Qingfeng in shock, and said to the guard on the side with a depressed expression. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn the past few minutes, he has fully seen Ouyang Qingfeng's strength, and now he is no longer the Ouyang Qingfeng in the previous City A League competition. It was also because of the counterattack of the Chinese Dream Team that the Samba Army stepped up its defense at the last moment, so that Zhou Mingkai and several defenders had to desperately block it. And Ronaldo, who was stunned in the front court, also withdrew to the half, and Oscar stood in the position of fullback!

Sima Hao looked at Ouyang Qingfeng's outstanding person just now, and seemed to think of something.

"It can't be his old man, right?"

"What old man?" asked Liu Junmin as he ran.

"No, it's nothing!" Sima Hao immediately interrupted the suspicion in his mind, and then ran hard in the front court.

"Maybe we won't be able to go to the World Cup, but now let's let you get used to receiving my ball!" Ouyang Qingfeng muttered to himself, and then suddenly got up.

The ball was like a crescent moon, bypassing the four Brazilian players and appearing directly next to Sima Hao, but at this time it did not stop, but continued to fly in an arc to the penalty area.

"Nima ......" Sima Hao cursed, then quickened his pace, and then rushed forward!

"Ah Hao, you can't shoot, don't come to see me!" Ouyang Qingfeng shouted in the midfield!

"!" Sima Hao heard it and scolded.

At this time, Wang Jie looked at Ouyang Qingfeng with disdain on his face, looking unhappy.

"What's wrong, little Jiejie!"

"Are you here to grab a job from me?" Wang Jie pouted and said unhappily, "Who taught you the ball you just passed?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Huh?"

"I'll teach you!"

Wang Jie rolled his eyes in disdain.

The goalkeeper rushed out, seeing that he was about to get the ball ahead of Sima Hao, at this time, he suddenly stepped on it, and the whole person bounced, if a person can run and jump three or four meters, at this time everyone saw Sima Hao that is not equipped with a spring on his leg.

Under the jump, he jumped five meters away, and without waiting for his feet to land, he stepped on the ground with his left foot, and his whole body bounced up again, jumping into the air more than two meters high, stepping on the air with his right foot, adjusting his body on his left heel, and swinging his legs.

"The dragon is in the sky!"

A golden dragon conjured out, spitting dragon balls from its mouth, as if it were sucking water into the sky, and flew directly towards the door frame.

In the eyes of the goalkeeper, it is a living golden dragon!

Unstoppable and uninhibited.

The golden dragon hovered in front of the goal, and with a dragon groan, it crashed directly into the goal!

Swish!

Ball in!

The referee looked at the scene that had just happened in disbelief...... Why can a person jump so far, why can he change his body in mid-air and swing his legs to shoot?

The referee's mind was full of incredulity, but it didn't affect him in the slightest to blow the whistle for the ball!

3-3!

"Ahh......h Ahh

"Oh yes!

"Chinese team!

"Chinese team!

......

At this time, they were pinned on the Chinese team! They are just an amateur player participating in the show, and they cannot represent the country, but no one explains this, because they are Chinese, and the opponent is foreign, that is the Chinese team, referred to as the Chinese team!

It was endless shouts and cheers, and at the last moment, the Chinese Dream Team equalized!

In the 89th minute of the second half, Sima Hao scored an incredible goal with Ouyang Qingfeng's pass! It is destined to be a goal written in the history of Chinese football!" The narrator shouted excitedly, "Oh la!! they drew with the Brazilians!"

Liu Junmin looked at Sima Hao, and an indescribable emotion appeared on his face, "This is your real strength, right!

Sima Hao landed in front of the forbidden area, and the camera approached him at this time.

He looked at the camera with a domineering face and smiled.

"There are too many new stars in this generation! Ah Hao is also one of them!" someone said in a corner of the audience.

"So you made the right choice. A teenager pressed his hat and said.

"Hmm!" the man smiled, "You need to work out too, this football world needs you!"

"I know, Master!"

If Sima Hao was there, he would definitely recognize who the man in front of him was!

He was very satisfied with the equaliser in the end, and it was completely unexpected for him to be able to rise like this in that situation. Even before he sat down to watch, he guessed that the score would be 3-2 and lose by one goal.

The young man looked at Ouyang Qingfeng on the court and let out a smile of unknown meaning, "Master, we will see you again soon!"

At this time, the middle-aged man also locked his eyes on Ouyang Qingfeng, after all, he was the biggest contributor to the goal just now!

"This kid is getting stronger and stronger, and even Huo Laojin's housekeeping skills have been learned, it's okay! This Huo Laojin seems to be going to fight me!" the man smiled and said to himself.

For such a scoreline, people all over the world who are following the event are crazy!

Not because of how good they are!

It's because, money, money! money!

The odds offered by underground casinos are odds of win/loss.

Almost all of them pressed the Brazilians to win, although it was only 1:6.5, but that did not affect their money at all. The handicap of the whole world is as high as nearly 40 billion, and those are real tickets!

After all, the strength of the Samba Army is there, and no one will think that they will lose, or even be equalized. But now what, it's a draw!

It was a draw at 89 minutes!

This...... This Nima Chiguo's face slap is woody!

All of a sudden, people at some levels of the world are frying!

Someone is even looking for a killer...... If the Samba Army loses!

What the outside world is like has nothing to do with the small world on the greenery.

Because at this time, Monla can't accept a tie!

One more goal, three minutes to win the title of the best of football, is enough.

Similarly, for Ouyang Qingfeng, he doesn't want to admit defeat, not even a draw!

Three minutes left, that's enough!

They looked at each other at the support brothers behind them, and from their eyes, both Meng La and Ouyang Qingfeng understood the meaning of the brothers behind them.

"Let's do it!"

"Wang Jingke, come up!" Ouyang Qingfeng found Wang Jingke, stood beside him and muttered, "Is it okay?"

"You can hold on for five minutes!" Wang Jingke said.

"Gong Jizun, what about you?"

"Ten minutes!"

"How long will you last if you all enter the zone?"

"One minute!" the two men said without hesitation.

The physical strength consumed by the zone is very huge, and if they are already exhausted, if they want to enter the state of the zone again, they will not be able to last too long, and one minute is already the limit of the limit!

However, one minute is enough!

"The last two minutes!

"Hmm!"

Ouyang Qingfeng said that he was very serious in front of them, but he didn't tell him that in his heart. He'll be looking for an opportunity to break through no matter what!(To be continued.) )