World Cup of Great Powers

"attack?"

"Offensive is impossible to attack."

"Our defense was solid."

"The opponent's attack can't find a breakthrough."

"It's like being at home in your own box."

"All the teammates are talents, and the defensive cooperation is tacit."

"Looking at the annoyed expression of the other party's inability to attack."

"I really like to defend!"

After the start of the second half, the Olympic Games chose to defend as always, even sticking to it.

The offensive strength of Italy has obviously increased a lot.

Not only has the level of pressing in the frontcourt been significantly strengthened, they are also trying to find a breakthrough from the wing.

It seems that the Italians, who have always been known for their defense, lost control of their mentality when they encountered an Asian team that played the same way as them.

It can be seen from the first half of the game that the National Olympics is determined to carry out the defense to the end.

Although committed to defense, Zeng Zheng used Sun Jihai's penetration ability to leave a counterattack channel for the Olympic Games.

This is a headache for the Italians.

It is obviously a living formation created and carried forward by oneself, but it is used by the opponent with great proficiency.

Most importantly, Sun Jihai is an all-around two-touch player.

He can either cut inside with his left foot or cross with his right foot.

Coupled with the strength of the National Olympics in the frontcourt, the Italians also weighed a little bit in defense when attacking.

In addition to the tactical thinking and formation of chain defense, Zeng Zheng also inherited the "glorious tradition" belonging to the Italians.

That is frequent violent steals and disturbing swear words!
"SUCA", "troia", "bastard", "stronzo".
Before the game, Zeng Zheng gave a foreign language lesson to the players.

After learning these classic Italian national curses, the Olympic players will simply say a sentence or two every time they make physical contact and fight for fouls.

Anyway, you can understand what I said, but we can't understand what you said.

Let's scold each other and see who suffers!

After blurting out a sentence of "Chinese cursing", the smell of gunpowder on the field became more and more intense.

"Boss Zeng, the game over there is over."

At this moment, Han Tao came over and whispered.

Without Han Tao's report, Zeng Zheng already knew it clearly.

In overtime, Cameroon eliminated Brazil with the golden ball and advanced to the Olympic semi-finals.

If you beat Italy in this game, you can compete with the African lions for a while.

"tsk tsk"

Zeng Zheng smashed his mouth.

"Eto'o."

"That's a more difficult role than guys like Pirlo and Ventola!"

Just as Zeng Zheng muttered, a series of whistles suddenly sounded on the court.

Shao Jiayi brought down Zambrotta with a more dangerous oblique shovel in the back defense.

According to "convention", Shao Jiayi planned to receive a yellow card honestly after he got up and uttered a national curse in front of the opponent.

However, Zambrotta, who was shoveled, quit.

After he got up, he rushed behind Shao Jiayi and grabbed his collar.

After pulling him around, a series of Italian curses blurted out.

Even if you don't understand the meaning, you can see it from the other party's ferocious face, it's really urgent.

Facing the aggressiveness of the opponent, Shao Jia just wanted to retaliate when he heard Zeng Zheng scolding in his ear.

"Don't squeak!"

"Back off!"

"Find a chance to lie down!"

As soon as Zeng Zheng finished speaking, under Zambrotta's pushing and shoving, Shao Jia let out an "Ah yo" and fell on his back.

Afterwards, Shao Jiayi covered his chest with an exaggerated expression, and howled on the ground.

Now, Gianluca Gianluca couldn't bear it anymore.

He didn't even make various Italian gestures, and stepped forward to pull Shao Jiayi up.

But the surrounding Olympic players quit.

The crowd rushed over and surrounded Shao Jiayi, preventing Zambrotta from contacting Shao Jiayi.

Seeing that he couldn't pull Shao Jiayi, Zambrotta, together with other teammates, rushed to the referee and kept spitting out foreign words.

Facing the "sign language" of the Italians, the referee from Brazil directly pushed away the crowd, came to Shao Jiayi, and signaled him to stand up.

Seeing that the referees were coming, Shao Jiayi reluctantly stood up.

"Shh!"

A yellow card was flashed over his head.

Shao Jiayi paid the price for his tackle behind him.

After the National Olympics has been dealt with, it is Italy's turn again.

The referee came to Zambrotta and also showed a yellow card.

Seeing that his team members also took cards, the Italian quit immediately.

They surrounded the referees and continued to gesticulate a series of Italian words.

I thought it was an ordinary protest, but at this moment, an unexpected scene appeared on the court.

Together with Shao Jiayi, several Olympic players in the blind spot behind the referee put one hand on the bend of the other arm and waved it.

After shaking it once or twice in a row, he immediately withdrew his hand.

However, all this was seen by the furious Italian in front of the referee.

Looking at this standard Italian insult of "opening an umbrella", everyone's eyes turned red instantly.

A group of people were about to rush behind the referee and conduct another "close confrontation" against the Olympic players.

This is in front of the referee!
Although I don't know what the Olympic players behind me said or did.

But watching the Italians who suddenly rose up challenged their authority face to face, they raised their cards and dropped them.

Swish swish!
Three more yellow cards in a row.

At this moment, the atmosphere at the scene soared to the peak in an instant.

"My God!" Huang Jianxiang didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Yellow card!"

"Another three yellow cards!"

"Let's see, to whom the three yellow cards were shown."

"In addition to Zambrotta, who is anxious to get started, there is Ambrosini, and Ferrari is Gattuso."

"Gattuso???"

After saying the name, Huang Jianxiang's voice rose an octave instantly.

"Gattuso got another card?"

"If I remember correctly, Gattuso had already received a yellow card in the first half."

"This is Gattuso's second yellow card of the game!"

"The Italians are so restless."

"There is about half an hour left in the game, and they will face the situation of fighting with one less player!"

As soon as Huang Jianxiang finished speaking, the referee who was recording was also taken aback.

When he saw Gattuso's yellow card record, he hesitated for less than a second, then took out a red card from his pocket again and held it up in front of him.

Looking at the red card above his head, Gattuso, who had just defended his teammates, was stunned for a moment.

In the next second, he raised his arms high and turned into a furious Hulk.

Seeing this, the rest of the Italian players hurriedly pulled him to the back of the crowd and tried to persuade him.

Gattuso's departure seemed like a bolt from the blue, hitting the Italian's head.

I couldn't get in at all.

Now that one player is missing, the game is still played like this? ? ?
There was chaos on the field.

Shao Jia, the instigator, was protected by his teammates early in the morning.

And the Olympic players who just made the "umbrella" gesture also walked on the court as if nothing happened.

And when they looked at the referee, they all made a dazed look that had nothing to do with them.

It is precisely because of this superb acting skills that the Olympic players escaped unharmed.

Italy played one player less and the game continued.

Tardelli almost lost his temper.

The Italian fans at the scene also scolded the Olympic players for their lack of quality, and the referee blew the whistle to collect black money.

Hearing boos all over the sky, Han Tao said submissively: "Boss Zeng, let's do this, okay?"

"Good? What's wrong?"

Zeng Zheng snorted lightly.

"The stadium is like a battlefield."

"What would happen if our team members couldn't bear the pressure on the other side and their mentality collapsed?"

"You know, in Europe, that's happening all over the place."

"He Italy can be regarded as the grandfather of the opponent's mentality!"

"Where do you think you learned gestures? Didn't they Italians make them themselves?"

"Little Tao, remember."

"There is no mercy in football, only winning and losing!"

"As long as we win this game."

"After many years, only people will remember that we beat Italy with a small World Cup to reach the semi-finals, and no one will ask what happened during this game."

"What's more, we didn't play match-fixing, nor did we bribe referees."

"Shao Jiayi's tackle was dangerous, but he was punished after all."

"Don't listen to some people's stupid talk about friendship first and competition second!"

"Ask the other side if he thinks so!"

"If there is a chance, they would like to eat you to the bone!"

What Zeng Zheng said made Han Tao's eyebrows twitch.

At a young age, he has not been deeply involved in the world, and he is still worried about whether such a conflict in an arena like the Olympics will cause international disputes.

But Er Li, who had experienced it on the side, shook his head and patted Han Tao's shoulder each.

"Xiao Tao, Coach Zeng is right." Li Huajun said softly.

"Let me ask you now, do you say that we lost the game and then returned home with the friendship of the Italians, or did we get more attention and rewards after killing the opponent and advancing to the semi-finals?"

"In other words, do you think the leaders above are happy to see us achieve good results, or are they shouting slogans of long live friendship after losing?"

"This..." Han Tao fell into deep thought.

Li Hui on the side laughed when he saw this, "Brother Jun, Xiao Tao is still young, he still needs time to digest these things."

Then he walked towards Zeng Zheng and asked softly, "Coach Zeng, now that the Italians have one less player, shouldn't it be time for us to make a move?"

"Shoot? What kind of shot?" Zeng Zheng blinked, puzzled.

"Attack!" Li Hui waved his fist.

11 hits 10, why don't you hurry up and seize the opportunity? !

"I've said it many times!" Zeng Zheng shook his head, "It's impossible to attack!"

"It's the same even if you hit one more person."

"Why?" Even Li Huajun didn't understand this time.

"The reason is very simple." Zeng Zheng explained, "Don't look at the opponent's one less player, but in fact, this is the most dangerous moment for us!"

"Don't forget, the Italians are the originators of defensive counterattacks!"

"As long as they enter the football mode they are used to, even if ten men fight, they can counterattack and score goals with perfect defense."

"By then, we will be completely passive."

Hearing this, Li Huajun scratched the back of his head in disbelief, "Coach Zeng, what do you mean, let's play defense next?"

"Defense, of course!" Zeng Zheng shook his hand violently, "Follow the defense to the end! I'm going to fuck him today!"

Seeing that Zeng Zheng had made up his mind, Er Li stopped persuading him.

Under Zeng Zheng's loud command, the Olympic players who were about to move on the field were also scolded by Zeng Zheng to return to the defensive position one by one.

The Olympic fans in the stands also expressed dissatisfaction when they saw that the Olympic Games still did not dare to attack even though they were playing one more player.

"What is Coach Zeng doing? Such a good opportunity, hurry up and attack!"

"Yeah, we've left Italy alone. If we don't score again, we'll lose face!"

"Coach Zeng still thinks about kicking penalties, right? Now that Italy has one less player, wouldn't they take advantage of penalty kicks?"

The fans talked a lot, but Zeng Zheng remained unmoved.

Looking at the Olympic players who are as solid as a mountain in the defensive position, Tardelli's molars are almost gnawed.

"Damn!"

"Damn China Zeng!!!"

"Why isn't he attacking???"

Just as Zeng Zheng thought before, with one less person to fight, Tardelli was ready to "invite the king into the urn".

Just wait until Zeng Zheng and Guoao can't control it and launch a general attack.

In history, there are not many examples of Italians completing extreme counter-kills with one less player.

One less player on the field sometimes does not mean a disadvantage, but also means that the game will enter the rhythm most familiar to the Italians.

However, after kicking for a few minutes, Tardelli found that the net he had opened had been completely empty!
Even if there is one more player on the field, the National Olympics still did not change the previous style of play.

Sun Jihai put in an assist, and Shao Jiayi retreated extremely.

When attacking, there are only 4 offensive players at most, the midfielder is out of touch, and they will retreat immediately if they miss a hit.

If there is still a chance, create a few well-positioned frontcourt set-pieces to threaten the Italian goal.

At all times, there are at least four defenders in the backcourt.

Such a defensive position made it impossible for the Italians who wanted to find a chance to score a goal to complete the task.

As the game drew to a close, the head coaches of both sides also began to play substitution cards one after another.

However, the three substitutions on the Italian side have all been used up, while the Olympic team is still holding on to a substitution card.

It seemed that Zeng Zheng didn't plan to use the regular time.

Because I have been thinking about when Zeng Zheng will replace which player will play.

After a long time, even Tardelli's mentality was made anxious by Zeng Zheng.

Finally, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game after the Italian failed to attack again and chose to force a pass. After the ball was destroyed by the Olympic players, the referee blew the whistle.

"The game is over!" Huang Jianxiang's voice was loud, full of joy and pride.

"The score is 0 to 0!"

"The strong Olympic players defended the score and dragged the mighty Italy into the golden ball overtime!"

"There are 30 minutes in the golden ball extra time, divided into two halves."

"Whoever scores a goal wins!"

"If no one scores in 30 minutes, the goalscoring game will go to penalties."

"In the other quarter-finals that ended before, Da Laomei defeated Xiaotian with a score of 5 to 3 by virtue of a penalty shootout."

"Except for the just-concluded Chilean 4-1 victory over Nigeria, a total of three of the four quarter-finals in this Olympic Games went into overtime."

"In overtime, what tactics will Coach Zeng and the Olympic Games adopt?"

"Let's take a break and wait for the game to continue."

"have nothing to say!"

The players replenished water on the sidelines, while Zeng Zheng issued an ultimatum from the sidelines.

"The tactics remain the same! The plan remains the same! The style of play remains the same!"

"They have one less person than us, and they all have a somewhat problematic mentality, and their physical reserves are almost exhausted."

"Under the current tactics, it's good that we can score, but it doesn't matter if we can't."

"The most important thing is to do a good job of defending. Don't give them a chance to kick. Do you understand?"

The people who replenished the water nodded again and again.

"One more thing, the set kicks are also given less fucking."

"Too many set-pieces were given in the second half."

"If you can foul early, foul early, don't hesitate!"

"Don't forget, as long as we can enter the semi-finals, the bonus will be doubled!"

"Even competing for a gold medal is no longer a dream."

"Don't be disturbed by external factors, give me a good kick!"

Under the urging of the referee, the players of both sides quickly returned to the field after a brief rest.

The players on both sides who returned to the field became conservative due to the golden ball system.

Although the Italians hope that the National Olympics will launch an offensive, they are afraid of being really scored by the National Olympics.

So after the opening, they also chose to fully retreat.

In this way, the players on both sides have no desire to attack, and the ball is still rolling back and forth in the midfield.

The invention of the golden ball system was originally intended to encourage players from both sides to attack harder and play more excitingly in overtime.

But because of the "lose the ball or die" rule, it always caused players on both sides to stop.

Soon, another 15 minutes passed.

The two sides exchanged venues and continued to feint.

Seeing that the Italians were running out of strength, Zeng Zheng also began to make the final preparations.

The penalty kick was what he planned to kick from the beginning.

But who will guard the goal is still open to debate.

Even Ou Chuliang who had warmed up was called by Zeng Zheng to discuss with him.

"Don't say I'm a dictator, I'm a democracy this time!"

"The penalty shootout is coming soon, do you think it's better for Brother Ou, or for Xiao Fei?"

Ladd, Li Huajun, Li Hui, and Ou Chuliang surrounded Zeng Zheng, none of them intending to be the first to speak.

Upon seeing this, Zeng Zheng continued:
"The situation is that Xiaofei has played four games, and the experience and heat are well laid out. It is no problem for him to continue to defend."

"Brother Ou, he is more experienced and has a lot of experience in fighting. He also has a stronger mental quality in this kind of competition."

"It's more targeted to replace him at this time. We just let him go up and pounce."

"If you have any ideas, tell me directly, no matter what the result of this game is, I will bear it alone!"

After a while, Li Huajun spoke first, "Coach Zeng, I have something to ask you."

"Brother Jun, tell me."

"Should we prepare for the Asian Cup this Olympic Games?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you want to prepare for the Asian Cup, I suggest that it is better for Xiaoou to go up and defend."

Zeng Zheng nodded after hearing this. This is indeed a consideration.

"The Olympic Games is the Olympic Games, and the Asian Cup is the Asian Cup. There is no conflict between the two." Zeng Zheng gave the answer.

Li Huajun fell silent.

Seeing this, Zeng Zheng continued to speak: "Brother Ou, what do you think, do you want to take the initiative to invite me?"

Ou Chuliang pinched his chin and looked at the field.

He also hesitated.

"Coach Zeng, my own state has been adjusted to the best."

"Whether it's the training we did before, or the warm-up at half-time, I'm ready."

"Ready to go up and pounce at any time."

"As for why I didn't take the initiative to ask for a job, I'm not afraid of being scolded by the fans after I take the initiative to play and fail. I just think that such a good opportunity should be reserved for Xiaofei. After all, he may succeed me as the goalkeeper of the national team in the future."

What Ou Chuliang said is also reasonable.

After everyone said something to me, the question was thrown back to Zeng Zheng.

In the data of the system, both Liu Yunfei and Ou Chuliang have the characteristics of "experts in pouncing points" and "moving like rabbits".

In terms of bounce and reaction, the young Liu Yunfei is even higher than Ou Chuliang.

It can be said that both have their own advantages.

Just when Zeng Zheng hesitated and wanted to toss a coin to decide the result, Ladd suddenly said:

"Zeng, I have an idea that will definitely solve your current predicament."

"Oh? Mr. Ladd, tell me quickly."

"Zeng, let me ask you, do you plan to let the goalkeeper play this penalty, or should we plan it for him?"

"This..." Hearing Ladd's question, Zeng Zheng suddenly understood.

In the penalty shootout, the coaching staff can arrange the direction of the point besides assigning the goalkeeper.

Like Ladd said.

If the coaching staff has arranged for the goalkeeper to jump in the direction, then the goalkeeper can honestly follow the prescribed direction.

You don't even have to play mental games with your opponents on the court!
In this way, wouldn't it be better to use Li Leilei, who is taller and has a wider range of saves?
Thinking of this, Zeng Zheng suddenly became enlightened.

Since he didn't plan to use Li Leilei to pounce at the beginning, he planned to let the goalkeeper play on his own.

Liu Yunfei is young and vigorous, and his body function is higher than Ou Chuliang's.

Not only that, but there is also a "publicity" passive skill among his characteristics.

Although this skill reduces the stability of his goalkeeping, it improves the randomness of his goalkeeping!
Such attributes are just used in the pounce!
Thinking of this, Zeng Zheng made a decisive decision, patted Ou Chuliang on the shoulder and smiled:
"Brother Ou, it seems that you have been warming up in vain these days."

"It's okay, it's okay! I'm here just to make up for it." Ou Chuliang smiled slightly, "As long as our team can grow, Sydney will not be in vain this time!"

After speaking, Ou Chuliang nodded and returned to the bench.

Seeing Ou Chuliang came back, Li Leilei opened his eyes wide with surprise.

"Brother Ou, Coach Zeng didn't let you go?"

"I didn't want to play." Ou Chuliang excused Zeng Zheng, "Xiao Fei has performed so steadily in these few games, letting him defend to the end is the greatest trust in him!"

Li Leilei sighed after hearing this, and looked enviously at the field, "Coach Zeng really likes him!"

In the national team, everyone knows that coach Zeng doesn't like to use the Jiang brothers.

As Jiang Jin's younger brother, Li Leilei also had troubles that he couldn't tell.

"Oh?"

"Olympic has changed again!"

In the camera, Shensi is standing on the sidelines, bouncing around and warming up.

"It's Shensi!"

"Shensi's appearance seems to be to kick a penalty."

"It was Li Tie who was substituted."

"Coach Zeng finally chose to continue guarding the dragon gate with young player Liu Yunfei!"

Before Ou Chuliang was warming up on the sidelines, and even came to Zeng Zheng's side to chat with each other, fans and opponents watched him.

Everyone is guessing that Zeng Zheng's last substitution card was reserved for the goalkeeper.

But in the end, Zeng Zheng replaced a penalty shooter.

This surprised everyone.

"It's useless for Ou Chuliang? Coach Zeng is taking too much credit, isn't he?"

"Liu Yunfei defended well in the first few games, but can he handle such an important occasion?"

"Coach Zeng is Coach Zeng. I really can't guess what to do next!"

After playing this far, the fans didn't make any noise to let the National Olympics score a goal.

After 120 minutes of watching the National Olympics, the mentality of the fans gradually changed.

This is not an Asian team like Kyrgyzstan or Uzbekistan, but Samsung Italy!

Did we get to a penalty shootout with Italy in a big game like the Olympics? !

Which Asian team has done it in the past?
Which Asian coach has done it in the past?
It doesn't matter whether the Olympic Games played well in the first 120 minutes.

As long as we have a penalty shootout with Italy, we are already winners!

Soon, seeing that the players on both sides had no intention of fighting, the referee directly blew the whistle for the end of overtime.

"Overtime is over!"

"Both sides still haven't scored a goal."

"The game entered a brutal penalty shootout!"

Huang Jianxiang didn't know if he drank Red Bull at this moment, and his whole body became excited again.

"After three and 10 minutes of fierce fighting with ten players, Italy finally dragged the game into a penalty shootout."

"Now both sides are back on the same starting line."

"Let the god of fate decide today's winner!"

"But no matter what, the boys from the National Olympics have made history by being able to play this far."

"No matter what the result is, I'm here to congratulate them!"

At this point, the camera switched to the Chinese coaching staff.

"What appeared in the camera was Zeng Zheng, the head coach of the Olympic team."

"Who is he going to take the first penalty?"

Seeing Zeng Zheng gesticulating on the players, the fans in front of the TV couldn't recognize them and guessed.

"It must be Zhang Xiaorui! Zhang Xiaorui is China's Maradona. He didn't defend well, and he was replaced in the second half. Why didn't he play a penalty kick?"

"If you want me to say it's Dayu! Dayu is coach Zeng's favorite student, and he has good footwork, so it must be Dayu!"

"Not necessarily, General Fan is still on the field! He is the captain of the national football team! At this time, he should lead the way and set an example!"

The fans were chattering, and General Fan had finished guessing the coins.

Unlucky, the National Olympics kicks first!
When they saw Zhang Ran holding the ball and walking towards the penalty spot, the fans were stunned again.

"My God, is it Zhang Ran? What does Coach Zeng think?"

"How can I get Zhang Ran to kick?"

"Can he stand it?"

The fans were discussing in full swing, but the Olympic players on the field were already standing in a row with their shoulders crossed in the middle circle.

Zeng Zheng's coaching staff did not arrange the direction of the goalkeeper's attack, but arranged the order of the penalty players.

Even they themselves have doubts.

But since it was arranged by Zeng Zheng, all they had to do was obey!

As soon as Zhang Ran put the ball on the penalty spot, the camera cut halfway to Zeng Zheng.

In the camera, Zeng Zheng is also extremely nervous.

Although Zhang Ran is not a star, he basically did not perform well in the usual games.

But in Zeng Zheng's heart, he has always been the most calm and experienced guy on the team.

When he was in Jianlibao, he was the vice captain.

The daily chores in life are all mediation and coordination between the players and the coach by Zhang Ran.

Not only that, Zhang Ran can still maintain a normal heart after other teammates have become stars.

Although he doesn't have a higher talent, among Zhang Ran's passive attributes, the passive skill "Calm and Sophisticated" has reached LV14.

If such a person can't bear the psychological pressure of the first penalty point, then he really doesn't know who to use.

"Beep!"

The whistle sounded.

After Zhang Ran glanced at the goal, he decisively took a run-up.

Right-footed players, run-ups in sequence, the most common way of penalty.

Snapped!
The ball was pushed hard by Zhang Ran's arch, and it was pushed in the opposite direction of Abbiati's save.

Penalty hit!

"The goal has been scored!" Huang Jianxiang cheered loudly, "The Chinese team leads 1-0!!!"

Seeing Zhang Ran's goal, all the Chinese fans who held their breath breathed a sigh of relief.

With Zhang Ran proofing, the next step will be much easier!
Zhang Ran, who returned to the middle circle, faced the outstretched hands of his teammates and patted them one by one.

"Old Zhang, good job!"

"Good kick, old Zhang!"

"Brother Ran, good kick!"

Zhang Ran nodded slightly and stood beside the team.

"Italian striker Ventola is the first to play!"

"Tardelli arranged for him to take the first penalty kick, it should be because of his foot feel."

"He's the player with the most shots on the pitch after all."

Before the penalty kick, Ventola positioned the ball and glanced at Liu Yunfei who was jumping left and right on the goal line.

Looking at Liu Yunfei's jumping steps from side to side, Ventola always felt so familiar.

"Why are you so familiar with this step?"

"Did you read it somewhere?"

"Why can't I remember?"

Then, Ventola shook his head violently, emptying his mind.

Then take a deep breath and start running.

During this period, Liu Yunfei was still beating left and right on the goal line.

When Ventola ran to the ball and kicked, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"I remembered, is that the butterfly step of Muhammad Ali?"

As soon as the idea came out, Ventola immediately rushed to a touch of pride and complacency.

"Ha! Butterfly walk was finally thought of by me."

"This kid, you want to fool me with fake butterfly steps?"

A lot of distracting thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind, which made Ventola's support feet loose.

"not good!"

After reacting, Ventola hurriedly tried to regain control of his body, but at this time his right foot had already hit the center of the ball hard.

"Bang!!!"

A muffled sound.

Liu Yunfei fell to the left of the goal.

But Ventola kicked the ball, but it flew straight into the sky.

"Do not!!!"

The Italian teenager fell to his knees on the spot.

Covering his face with his hands, he watched this scene in disbelief.

He knew that with this goal, his return to Inter Milan would be delayed again.

"Kicked!"

"Ventola kicked the ball away!" Huang Jianxiang's voice was full of gloating.

"Ventola didn't control his strength at the last moment and kicked the ball over the bar."

"I don't know whether it was Coach Zeng's tactics or Liu Yunfei's interference that worked."

"It seems that the ten-man Italian players have already exhausted all their physical strength in the regular game."

Ventola kicked the ball away, and the fans in the audience immediately showed two completely different reactions.

On the Olympic side, everyone waved their fists excitedly.

Afraid of being hit on the top of his head by the words "gloating at others' misfortunes", he bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

The first round of free throws opened up the score, and in the next few rounds, the Olympic players completely relaxed.

Zhang Xiaorui, Li Jinyu and Sun Jihai all scored free throws one after another, and Italy also scored two goals in a row.

"It's the fourth round of free throws!"

"It was Zanetti for Italy."

"If the goal is not scored, the penalty shootout will end early!"

After Huang Jianxiang finished speaking, he closed his mouth.

There was also silence on the court, and fans on both sides dared not speak.

"Beep!!!"

A crisp whistle sounded.

After Zanetti took two deep breaths on the spot, he walked slowly.

Seeing this scene, Ou Chuliang almost clenched his fists out of water!
Doesn't the free throw player's performance mean that he has no confidence?

"Xiao Fei, come on!"

At this moment, millions of Olympic fans all over the world prayed in unison in their hearts.

And Liu Yunfei, at the moment when Zanetti's right foot touched the ball, he flew out sideways.

"Snapped!!!"

A crisp sound!
Liu Yunfei's outstretched right hand just blocked the flying ball out of the baseline.

After rolling around on the ground, Liu Yunfei stood up and immediately took off his gloves, and then threw them into the sky!
"Fight!" Huang Jianxiang stood up and shouted into the microphone at the top of his voice.

"Liu Yunfei threw the ball!!!"

"4 to 2!!!"

"The Chinese team beat Italy in a penalty shootout!"

"We made it to the Olympic Final Four!!!"

Amidst the overwhelming cheers of the Chinese fans, the Italian fell to the ground decadently.

Perhaps in this game, they gave up their proud defensive counterattack; but in the loss of penalty kicks, they still maintained their unique tradition.