Football No. 10: God's Perspective

Chapter 163 Save the National Football Team
Conceding goals is depressing, and the stupid way of conceding goals is also a huge blow to the morale of the team.

At the beginning of the second half of the game, the Persian cavalry under Queiroz still adopted a defensive counterattack strategy.

Even if it is at home, even if the overall strength is stronger than the national football team.

That's the way it is played.

Fearing the quick counterattack ability of the Persian iron cavalry, although the formation is pushed forward, they dare not press too high. As a result, the offensive line is often 4 people from the national football team against 8 or even 9 people from others.

Wang Po, who took the ball from the side, was patiently looking for the loopholes of the Persian cavalry. Generally speaking, the breakthrough point of dense defense is either in the air or on the side.

In the air, Dabao at the center position is like a sandwich being flanked by the opponent's central defenders from front to back, left, and right, and has no particularly outstanding advantages in terms of height, strength, and grabbing points.

Then you can only rely on the sidewalk.

Facing the third brother who stepped forward to meet him, Wang Po returned the ball and suddenly went forward. The third brother who understood it with a through ball from the side kicked the advantage.

Accelerate, change direction, face the defensive midfielder who is coming to defend, directly wipe the opponent away, and shoot.

Sensing the dangerous message, the central defender of the Persian cavalry rushed forward to block it, but it was still a step too late. Wang Po's foot frequency was extremely fast, and he shot the ball first.

The ball was heavy, and it was in the penalty area. With such a distance, the goalkeeper had no time to react.

At the critical moment, the central defender of the Persian cavalry stretched out his hand directly to change the direction of the ball.

"Referee, it's a handball, it's a handball."

Wang Po made a handball movement and loudly reminded Hassan behind him.

The latter shook his head, signaling the game to continue.

"what?"

Everyone was shocked. Just at the moment when Wang Po shot the goal, Hassan's position could clearly see the overall situation. From the TV playback, there was no visual interference, can't you see?Go to hell.

The national football players surrounded Hassan excitedly. "I didn't see it, it was a defensive goal."

Facing the emotional national football players, Hassan shook his head and said firmly. "I trust my eyes."

"If your eyes are useless, you can donate them. It's really not easy for you to stick to your post with a disabled body and a strong will."

Wang Po confronted Hassan directly in English.

Hearing this, the latter's expression became very ugly, he blew his whistle, and showed Wang Po a yellow card.

Wang Po grinned, her eyes became sharper, and she said lightly, "You asked for this, don't blame me."

Between the lines is the killing intent under extreme anger.

How I wish this was a fighting match. It's okay to lose the match if you are inferior to others, but you can't get rid of it by someone with ulterior motives.

Wang Po's anger was unprecedentedly irritable.

It was another misjudgment, which seemed to be a provocation from Hassan. The defensive player of the Persian cavalry swung his elbow while scrambling for the ball, and hit Wang Po on the neck, right under Hassan's nose.

fuck me.

Wang Po narrowed his eyes, completely irritated.

The national football side attacked. After getting the ball, Wang Po did not choose to go to the bottom after breaking through from the side. Instead, he deliberately chose to cut in the center with extremely dense defense. After waving the ball, he was 35 meters away from the goal and volleyed.

Yes, I read that right, it was a volley, the back of my instep was stretched, and the power of my calf exploded instantly. The ball that was hit did not spin at all, and it blasted out like a cannonball with a "woo hoo" sound of breaking through the air.

The speed of the ball was extremely fast, and it didn't rush towards the goal. Coincidentally, it hit Hassan's head directly, and the latter fell to the ground in an instant and lost consciousness.

How terrifying is the power of a professional football player?In addition, it is still a professional ball, and the ball looks like a shot put in the eyes of ordinary people. With such a bump in the head, I am afraid that it has given Hassan a big holiday.

The game was temporarily terminated. The fourth official on the sidelines was ready to warm up. The ambulance entered the field and quickly sent the fainted Hassan to the hospital. The initial diagnosis was a concussion.

No wonder, just this blind operation, there must be something wrong with the brain, maybe it will be normal after a shock.

The game was interrupted for about 20 minutes, and the fourth official warmed up as a substitute referee.

The game continues.

A long interruption is not good for the leading side, and the rhythm of the game is lost.

On the contrary, the national football team has relieved the pressure in this regard, and the most important thing is that the physical fitness has been restored.

Damn West Asia's home court, after 65 minutes of the game, the physical fitness of the national football players has basically bottomed out. Even Wang Po feels very strenuous, his legs are like lead, with this 20 minutes of breathing time, he can play the whole game with full blood.

"Brothers, work harder, it's time to work hard."

Wang Po encouraged his teammates.

The game continues.

The Persian cavalry recovered the line of defense, Wang Po broke through from the side, and continuously changed direction and missed two defenders. This time, he did not choose to continue cutting inside, but went down to the bottom. Seeing that the angle of the shot was getting worse and worse, a shot from the outside of his foot made a strange "S" arc, and the ball turned directly into the back post.

"Wow, a zero-angle shot? My God, this ball is amazing."

All of a sudden, both the Persian commentator and the domestic commentator gave such an incredible sound of exclamation for Wang Po's almost zero-angle goal.

The zero-angle shot is a copy of Carlos's miracle back then. No, in terms of difficulty, it is even bigger than that goal. This is an "S"-shaped arc.

Bellenvande couldn't react at all.

The score was 1 to 1.

Wang Po used his personal ability to pull the national football team back from the cliff.

"There's still time."

Facing the passionate celebration of the visiting team's national football fans, Wang Po made a short response before holding the ball and placing it in the middle circle.

draw?It has never been what Wang Po is after, what he wants is victory.

After changing sides to fight again, the Persian iron cavalry after being tied was obviously a little impatient, and began to attack and press up, and carried out a positional attack that they were not good at, leaving a large open field behind them.

The old captain Zheng Zhi's blockade at the front of the penalty area cut off Azmon's ball, and a 30-meter-long pass was taught to Wang Po's feet.

Wang Po, who was sideways, passed the Persian team's midfielder with a movement of passing the tie, and drove straight to the penalty area.

"Wang Po, Wang Po is dribbling the ball, Wang Po is extraordinary, Wang Po is facing the back line of the Persian team..."

The commentator poet in front of the TV was even more excited and breathless.

The national football fans at the scene have all stood up. At this moment, all eyes in the world are focused on Wang Po, who is wearing a red jersey.

Facing the tall and tall Persian central defender, Wang Po made a pass through the crotch, turned the opponent around, and got rid of the entanglement of the central defender. Without any hesitation, he shot with one foot. The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air and went straight to the upper right corner of the goal.

Theoretically dead ends, impeccable.

(End of this chapter)