big mouth ball king

Chapter 870 When happiness knocks on the door
"Longlong, do you think we can really advance?" Li Tie asked.

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

"because……"

It's like a person suddenly has an extra [-] million in his bank account, so first of all, he is not ecstatic, but stunned.

Before Li Tie came to South Africa, his biggest expectation was to make up for the regret of the 2002 World Cup and win at least one victory.

But I didn't expect the Chinese team to advance.

Happiness comes too suddenly, people will have a trance feeling.

"It's nothing, it just feels like everything is too sudden."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled.

"It's okay, we'll talk about it when we win."

In the second half, the Spanish team did not rush to attack. This is the style of Spanish football. It looks slow, but when it really gets up, it is really fierce.

Alonso came to the wing, looked up, and made a curved pass.

Zeng Cheng was a little hesitant when he attacked, he was a little slow, and he was not decisive when he shot. This is the goalkeeper's biggest mistake.

"My God, the goalkeeper is out."

Zeng Cheng's mistake was so unexpected that even his opponent didn't expect it.

Villa immediately pounced on it. This was the juncture of the bayonet fight. Villa raised his leg and was ready to kick the ball.

When Zheng Zhi saw it, he stretched his head over, it was desperate.

Villa and Zheng Zhi collided, but what Zheng Zhi paid was his head.

Brush it.

Blood gushed out from Zheng Zhi's forehead.

"Team doctor!"

"Team doctor!"

The Chinese team doctor enters the field.

"How about it?"

"Substitute, Director Zhu."

Zhu Guanghu was helpless, this was a bad start, and Zheng Zhi was the most stable midfielder in the Chinese team.

"Zhao Xuri, you go."

"Yes, Director Zhu."

Substitution for the Chinese team! !

Everyone has a bad feeling, will the Chinese team be unable to stand without Zheng Zhi?
The Spanish team is very thieves and decisively attacked the new Zhao Xuri.

This is like the fate of the Chinese team.

This is the game experience of a strong team, strong but also helpless.

"Han Peng, go back and defend."

"Okay, Brother Long."

The Chinese team all withdrew, and it would be good if they could hold on 1-1.

Even if it is a penalty shootout in the end, it is better than losing.

******
After a sprint, Han Peng bent over and panted.

At this time Tang Zhenglong came over.

Han Peng straightened up immediately, "I'm not tired."

puff.

"If you are tired, you will be tired. I am not blind. You are so active in running. I will add chicken legs to you after the race."

"Brother Long is mighty."

Tang Zhenglong knew that he would be beaten to death sooner or later if he continued like this, and he had to fight back.

A team without the ability to counterattack can only wait to die.

"Han Peng, we have to fight back, otherwise we can only wait for death."

"But the problem is, we really don't have the ability to fight back now."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head.

"Pass me the ball."

"Okay, if you can grab the ball."

******
"Boss, can we reduce our defense against Tang Zhenglong?"

Bosque took a look. He sent Arbeloa and Ramos to defend Tang Zhenglong, but in the current situation, Tang Zhenglong couldn't get the ball in front of him. The two seemed to be a waste.

"Okay, just leave Arbeloa alone, you can arrange it freely."

"Ok."

Arbeloa approached Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, I have good news for you."

"What good news?"

"I'm the only one defending you now."

"But there is also bad news, that is, you don't have the ball at all."

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"I miss Marcelo, he is more innocent than you, I like innocent children."

The Chinese team worked hard to grab the ball, but Spain is like a Go master, always one step ahead and dispose of the ball.

Busquets took the ball. This time he didn't know which tendon was wrong, and he was a little slower under his feet.

Han Peng immediately shoveled over.

Busquets was afraid of being injured, so he dodged for a while, and just after dodging, the ball fell to Han Peng's feet.

"Brother Long, I stole the ball."

Without any hesitation, Han Peng passed the ball.

Tang Zhenglong saw it and started it immediately.

"Abeloa, I also want to tell you some bad news."

"..."

Arbeloa knew what Tang Zhenglong meant, that was to defend one-on-one when he was in the club, he couldn't guard Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong takes the ball.

Bosque was shocked.

"Will it be unstoppable?"

Sure enough, Arbeloa was suppressed in one position.

Pique rushed over from the other side, he was Spain's last hope, if he couldn't steal the ball, then Tang Zhenglong would be single-handed in the past.

"Hahaha, Spain is careless, the Chinese team's counterattack is here, are you surprised or not?" Duan Xuan laughed.

Pique suppressed Tang Zhenglong's running route, but at this time Tang Zhenglong showed his sky-defying secondary acceleration ability.

After throwing the ball once, Tang Zhenglong accelerated for the second time.

Arbeloa knew it was not good, Tang Zhenglong's second acceleration was simply unstoppable.

"Sorry, Don."

Arbeloa puts the shovel.

He kicked Tang Zhenglong's calf.

what! ! ! !

The audience was shocked, this scene was too violent, and it destroyed the Chinese team's chance to score.

The referee ran over and there was no doubt that Arbeloa was a red card.

Bosque scratched his head.

The main right back was sent off, and the loss was too great.

Han Peng ran over and patted Tang Zhenglong, "Brother Long, you can get up now, your opponent has been sent off, you did a good job."

"Play Nima! I really hurt."

"..."

"Isn't it really hurt?"

"It really hurt this time."

The team doctor entered the field, and after a simple diagnosis, Zhu Guanghu received the news that Tang Zhenglong could not continue the game.

Zhu Guanghu froze for a full minute, unable to say a word.

"Could it be a misdiagnosis? That guy likes diving the most."

"Director Zhu, it's true this time, let's change."

Originally, Zhu Guanghu felt secretly relieved when his opponent received a red card, but...the blow came too suddenly.

Tang Zhenglong was carried off on a stretcher.

woo woo woo woo.

I didn't expect my first World Cup to end like this. Players still know a lot about their bodies. Even if the Chinese team advances, it is impossible for me to recover from this injury in a short time.

Tang Zhenglong was so sad that he wept.

Also in tears were tens of thousands of Chinese fans at the scene.

All the bench players of the Chinese team stood up and gathered to the side of the stretcher.

"Brother Long."

"Brother Long."

The team doctor accompanied Tang Zhenglong, and immediately sent him to the hospital for an MRI to make sure there was no fracture.

Duan Xuan choked up.

This scene is too similar to the 2008 Olympic Games. The whole country was crying when Liu Feiren got off the field.

"I hope Tang Zhenglong has nothing serious and can catch up with the next match of the Chinese team."

In the stands, Fermina died.

"Fermina, are you okay? Why don't you blow the vuvuzela and have fun?"

Fermina stood up, "Go, go to the hospital."

"Now?"

"Of course, do you still have the mood to continue watching?"

"Ok."

(End of this chapter)