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Chapter 145 Loose shot!The lore wins!

"Huh, huh..."

The players of the Chinese National Junior Team were breathing quickly, looking at the players of the Iraqi National Junior Team with blurred eyes and helplessly celebrating.

"Hey! Everyone cheer up, the game is not over yet!" Captain Fang Zhi shouted to his teammates.

"Yes, everyone cheer up! Now is the time for us to grit our teeth and persevere!" Chen Ting also shouted together.

Indeed, now that the physical strength of the players on both sides is close to being overdrawn, it depends on which side has stronger willpower and concentration...

After a brief celebration, the Iraqi national team returned to their own half and took a good position.

Players from both sides stand still.

"Shut up!"

The referee Okada also blew his whistle, and the game continued!

The Chinese National Junior Team kicks off.

Wei Yi passed back to his midfielder teammate Chen Ting.

Chen Ting took the ball, deliberately slowed down the tempo, and controlled it.

Chen Ting's characteristic is not to control the ball. At this time, he is completely based on the situation on the court, and he feels that the Iraqi national team's offensive momentum is in full swing, and his team should control the rhythm and "cool down" the opponent's momentum.

On the sidelines, the bench of the Chinese National Junior Team.

"En." Seeing Chen Ting's impromptu response, Zheng Zhi nodded with satisfaction, and fell in love with this player from the Chinese Champions League even more.

On the field.

Seeing the players of the Iraqi National Junior Team rushing up, Chen Ting crossed the ball to the captain Fang Zhi.

Fang Zhi is one of the few players in the Chinese national team who can hold the ball under his feet. His ball-handling skills are not so gorgeous and special, but they are very practical. He relies on basic dribbling skills such as pulling the ball, turning around, and changing directions. The movement can firmly control the ball under the feet without losing it.

The players of the Iraqi National Junior Team also saw the clues. When they saw Fang Zhi holding the ball, they stopped rushing up fiercely and wasting their energy in vain. They just forced him to pass the ball.

Fang Zhi turned around, got rid of an Iraqi national team player, and made a long pass to Liu Binren!

There is no problem with Fang Zhi's vision and footwork, but the distance of this long pass is too far, and the defenders of the Iraqi national team have enough time to judge where the ball will fall.

"Snapped!"

A defender of the Iraqi National Junior Team suddenly appeared on the spot where the football landed. Before Liu Binren, he smashed the ball with a header!

A throw-in by the Chinese National Junior Team.

Liu Binren quickly picked up the ball.

On the court, only Wei Yi came over to respond, and Liu Binren could only throw the ball to him.

Wei Yi took the ball, and a player from the Iraqi National Junior Team came to press in front of him and behind him.

In a panic, Wei Yi passed the ball back to Liu Binren.

"Snapped!"

Liu Binren stopped the ball very far with one kick, and then used his speed to chase the ball.

The players of the Iraqi National Junior Team have physical problems, and it is difficult to catch up with Liu Binren!

Liu Binren dribbled the ball and rushed all the way to the penalty area of ​​the Iraqi National Junior Team!
"Snapped!"

When facing the central defender of the Iraqi National Junior Team head-on, Liu Binren's shortcoming of low dribbling accuracy appeared, and was cleared by the central defender of the Iraqi National Junior Team.

in the stands.

"Hahaha!" Worm laughed loudly, "This player is almost useless except for running fast, and the level of Asian football is still too low..."

"..." Moen and Uncle Sauer remained silent.

Worm continued: "Excuse me, both of you. I'm going to the bathroom first. This kind of game should be on the funny collection, it's really ridiculous..."

After speaking, Worm covered his big mouth and was still smiling, stood up, and walked towards the exit of the stands.

After seeing Worm leave, Moen said to Sauer: "Uncle, you saw it. This is the improvement of the Ajax club in recent years, and he is arrogant. Although the level of Asian football is not high, but It has also been developing, as a football practitioner, at least you need to respect your peers."

"Well, he's just a villain. China is a big country and can do well in any field. It's just that football is not on the right track. We must always pay attention to it. Maybe one day it will suddenly become German football. A strong enemy!" Uncle Saul said.

"This..." Moen was skeptical, because he couldn't understand Worm's attitude, and he didn't know much about other fields.

Back on the field.

The Chinese National Junior Team is still a passive side, being constantly attacked by the frontcourt players of the Iraqi National Junior Team.

Jassim Mehra took the ball, changed direction and passed Chen Ting!
Cut in, hit the door—

The central defender Chocolate of the Chinese National Youth Team stepped forward to block, but did not touch the ball. Instead, it interfered with the sight of his own goalkeeper Li Shengrong!
Originally, he hit the goal with a straight kick, but because he didn't judge the shooting line in time, Li Shengrong's hand shape was wrong, so he had to hold the ball out of the goal and "give" the opponent a corner kick!
Fahd walked to the corner flag area.

"Shut up!"

The referee Okada also blew his whistle.

Fahd makes a run-up, crosses -

The corner kick was sent to the front point, and the striker of the Iraqi National Junior Team rushed to the goal, shaking his head and attacking the goal!
Li Shengrong has an excellent position, holding the ball firmly in his arms.

The Chinese National Youth Team once again escaped a catastrophe!
"This Iraqi national team still has a shortcoming, that is, the ability to seize opportunities is not strong, and they can't score when they gain momentum..." Shi Zhe, an assistant coach of the Chinese national team, said in his heart.

Indeed, the players of the Iraqi National Junior Team were unable to attack for a long time, and their hearts became more and more impatient, and the more impatient, the more mistakes they made...

Creating scoring chance after scoring chance and wasting scoring chance after ...

Little by little, the 90-minute game time is drawing to a close.

The assistant referee has already raised his card on the sidelines, and there are 3 minutes of stoppage time in the second half!

inside the field.

Iraqi national team winger Jassim Mehra dribbled the ball into the penalty area of ​​the Chinese national team.

Chocolate took a step, got stuck, and broke the ball.

After Jasim Meera lost the ball, he counter-robbed Chocolate on the spot.

Chocolate didn't dare to neglect, and cleared the ball out of the penalty area with a big kick!

This kick kicked the ball far and went straight past the center circle.

However, the formation of the Iraqi National Junior Team was too high, and the central defender had already reached the position of the middle circle. The football jumped directly over them and needed to be chased back.

"Be careful!" The players of the Iraqi national team shouted to the central defender who was chasing back.

Why are they shouting so?
Because, behind that player, Liu Binren, the striker of the Chinese National Youth Team, is cutting in at high speed!
The central defender of the Iraqi national team just stepped on the ball and was about to turn around——

"Snapped!"

Liu Binren poked the ball forward from behind, ran forward with the momentum, and grabbed the ball!

The central defender of the Iraqi National Junior Team hurriedly pulled Liu Binren with his hands—

Liu Binren was a player who was replaced in the second half. He has plenty of energy. With a strong shake, he got rid of the pulling action of the central defender of the Iraqi National Junior Team!

Liu Binren dribbles the ball at high speed and pushes forward...

There is only the goalkeeper of the Iraqi national team left in front of him!
Just like the situation where Jasim Meera scored a goal for the Iraqi national team, Liu Binren also went to the meeting alone...

Liu Binren didn't look very confident when he dribbled the ball.

Goalkeeper strikes, slider—

"Snapped!"

The goalkeeper of the Iraqi national team actually tackled the ball!

"Ah! What?!" Liu Binren couldn't believe it himself, could he be the team's sinner?
Football scooped, rolled forward, rolled out of the box...

The central defender of the Iraqi national team ran back and got the ball!
"It's over!"

"What a pity!"

Just when every fan who supports the Chinese National Youth Team is feeling sorry——

"Snapped!"

The central defender of the Iraqi National Junior Team took the ball too slowly, and Chen Ting, a player of the Chinese National Junior Team who actively advanced forward, snatched the ball away!
Chen Ting ran from the backcourt to the frontcourt. His stamina was running low, and he could no longer dribble the ball forward. He only aimed at the goal and kicked decisively——

"what!?"

Everyone on and off the field was in an uproar.

The football goes straight to the goal—

"Den!"

The sound of a football scraping against a post.

"Shut up!"

The referee Okada also put his finger in the middle circle, and the goal is valid!

The Chinese National Junior Team exceeded the score again!
"The ball went in! Go in, go in, go in! Chen Ting slammed the goal outside the penalty area, hit the post in a thrilling manner, and bounced into the goal! At this moment, he reminded me of David Beckham, Xavi Alonso and other big-name stars’ wonderful lob shots! The level of excitement of this goal is definitely enough to be recorded in the history of the Asian Minor Championship!" The commentator Huang Xiangjian was very excited.

After scoring the goal, Chen Ting was very calm. He just waved his arms to the fans in the stands, then turned around and waved to Liu Binren. He quickly returned to his position and devoted himself to the game.

The players of the Iraqi national team quickly put the ball to the middle circle.

Unfortunately, the referee Okada also did not give the Iraqi national team a chance to attack. As soon as the Iraqi national team kicked off, he blew the final whistle!

In the end, the Chinese National Junior Team defeated the Iraqi National Junior Team with a score of 2 to 1 with Chen Ting's wonderful lob shot!

The Chinese National Junior Team has successfully entered the semi-finals of the Asian Junior Championships!

In Kuala Lumpur, the stands of the Bukit Jalil Stadium became a sea of ​​five-star red flags...

(End of this chapter)