unparalleled

Chapter 569 We are out!
The value of this goal may not be estimated by the meaning of football.

In addition to the game scene in Doha, countless cheers exploded in squares, bars, cinemas, and even KTV private rooms in all cities in China... Even in the military camp, this goal made countless soldiers excited Shouting collectively.

In a high-end community in Tianjin, there is such a family. At the moment, a dozen or so people are cheering for the goal, and at the same time, they turn their heads to look at the father of two children sitting in the middle of the sofa.

"Gen Wei, let's ask this time? How does this goal compare to yours?"

Relatives asked about Yu Genwei, a former international footballer who was sitting in the middle of the sofa. On October 2001, 10, his decisive outflanking tackle in front of Wulihe Stadium brought Chinese football's first World Cup trip.With this goal, he also won a lifetime of fame-the gorgeous transformation from a marginal international to a World Cup hero.

But even though Yu Genwei was excited at this time, he couldn't bear to ask this question: "Is this scolding me? Gao Yuyang is a Parisian player, and the Champions League is full of ruthless people who kill the Quartet. My kick... Foolish."

he said with a smile.He turned his head and stared at the screen intently, cheering for the Chinese team.He is now convinced that the Chinese team can not only win this game, but also that in the World Cup in Russia next year, the national team may be able to do much better than their group!
This is the judgment of a professional. Yu Genwei can see at a glance that Gao Yuyang is the source of strength. As long as he is on the court, the Chinese team can always complete a comeback!

Gao Yuyang came to the sideline after scoring the goal, Lippi walked out from the coach's bench quickly, hugged him with open arms, and patted him on the shoulder heavily.

"You can do it, Gao! Need a stronger offense now!"

Gao Yuyang nodded, but he was not in a hurry to get back on the court.Zheng Zhi and Hao Junmin came up to discuss with him, and he answered them directly: "Third Brother, Brother Zhi, don't worry. Calm down, consume them first, and kill them!"

There is still plenty of time for the game, and the second half has just begun. Gao Yuyang retreated to the midfield and cooperated with his teammates to make short passes, slowly slowing down the Chinese team's offensive rhythm.

It seems that the Chinese team's offensive has weakened. In the past, the fans must start to worry again. These guys will start playing health football again!
But things are different today.Gao Yuyang returned to the midfield to take the ball, adding the most solid barrier to the midfield. Both Zheng Zhi and Hao Junmin chose to pass the ball to his feet.The reason is simple, it is impossible for Qatar players to steal the ball from his feet.Even in the face of three players' tackles, Gao Yuyang can take the lead in distributing the ball to the wing.

Although even He Wei was terrified, the possession of the ball was quite stable.

"Gao Yuyang...he's so steady, hahaha, it's a fantasy for a Qatari player to steal the ball from him!"

Even Lippi went to the sidelines several times to protest to the referees. It looked like Gao Yuyang was about to be injured, but Gao Yuyang could always get up in the crowd and continue to rush forward at a faster speed than the opponent. to the ball.

"Hold on—don't stop!"

His voice was the best booster for the Chinese players on the field, and soon Gao Lin also retreated to his side to assist Gao Yuyang.Although his shooting ability is not very good, his ability to hold the ball and respond is definitely the only one among domestic players.He was able to protect the ball under the double-team of two Qatari defenders, and then use unconventional but very practical ankle nuances to send the ball to Gao Yuyang's feet.

"Gao Lin! His value is revealed at this time!"

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Qatar coach Sanchez looked at the situation on the field and watched the players gradually give up the high press as the game time went by, allowing the Chinese team to control the ball on the field. He sighed helplessly.

There is no way at all, this is the attitude of Qatari players towards the game.In many cases, it is not even what his coach can accomplish from a football perspective.

Anyway, there is no hope of advancing, what else can the players be asked to do?

What are the benefits of blocking the Chinese team?
Seeing that the opponent's momentum gradually weakened, He Wei almost stood up from the commentary booth of the Khalifa Stadium and said loudly: "For the Chinese team, victory is getting closer and closer! The Qatari players have begun to lose their fighting spirit. The West Asian team still can't change their biggest problem-when they are in absolute adversity, they are always extremely easy to collapse. It's just that the Chinese team has hardly been able to get cheap from the West Asian team in the past. But now, we have a choice! If If you want to attack, now is the best opportunity!"

As soon as his words fell, the scene that was still tepid just now suddenly caused waves.

No. 709 minutes, Gao Yuyang took the ball in the midfield. The Qatari players were used to such a scene and had no intention of rushing up to press. But at this time Wu Lei rushed to the penalty area at high speed.

Almost at the same time, Gao Yuyang sent a through pass, pointing directly behind the opponent's defense line.

Wu Lei rushed into the penalty area at high speed, but he stretched his legs and hit the opponent's goalkeeper with his first volley shot, and the ball fell to the front of the penalty area.

"Wu Lei—Wu Lei—Gao Yuyang—Gao Yuyang!!!!!!"

It was still Gao Yuyang who plugged in behind him. At this time, only Gao Yuyang was fully prepared.

He rushed up, and before the opponent's goalkeeper had time to make a second reaction, he pushed the ball into the empty goal behind him.

After scoring the goal, Gao Yuyang opened his arms and rushed towards the Khalifa North Stand where the Chinese fans were. He knew very well that this was the final conclusion.

"3:1! Hat-trick!!!! Hat-trick-fans and friends, we can now proudly announce that we have qualified! It is absolutely impossible for Qatar to come back! This team has been scolded by us for many years. The national team accomplished a miracle this night. 2018, Russia, waiting for the Chinese team! Here we come!"

Gao Yuyang plunged into the stands. He had already seen his father in the crowd with his arms raised, sitting in the front row of the stands.

"Hey, old man, are you satisfied tonight?"

Gao Sheng patted his son on the shoulder heavily: "Play hard, there are still 10 minutes!"

"Don't worry a hundred times, you won't be able to turn it over!"

Watching the conversation between the two, the fans next to them all widened their eyes.

"Fuck! Fuck!!!! Lao Gao, is this really your son???"

Gao Sheng raised his head proudly: "You don't believe me! Why do you blame me?"

He stood up and waved the national flag in his hand. In the last 10 minutes, there was nothing dry on the scene. It was more like a warm-up for the Chinese team's qualifying celebration.

Lippi and Madaloni were hugging, the Chinese coaching staff and staff were hugging each other, and almost all the players rushed to the sidelines.

Al Jazeera's commentary seems to accept this reality.

"Gao is indeed too strong. He almost lifted the Chinese team into the World Cup with his own strength. What's even more frightening is that he is only 20 years old... It is conceivable that Asian football may be his era for many years to come."

The South Korean TV commentary was out of breath.

"Damn it! The South Korean team seems to be going through a dangerous play-off, and the situation was ruined by Stillik! If he didn't underestimate Gao in the away game, how could it be like this!"

The South Korean commentator immediately threw the blame away, seeming to have forgotten that they were the most confident in the beginning.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Only 2 minutes of stoppage time were given in the second half, and as soon as the time was up, the referee Shuklala blew his whistle.

"The game is over! The game is over!!! Fans and friends, start cheering-this is the moment for the Chinese team!"

At the same time, whether it was in front of the TV or in the live broadcast room of new media on the Internet, five golden characters were printed at the same time: We have qualified!

When this scene across the four World Cups reappeared, how many young fans were excited, and how many middle-aged uncles were crying.

"Woooo! It turns out that time can really be turned back!"

"We won! We won! We qualified [tears]"

"Russia, here we come!!!—"

(End of this chapter)