six finger demon

Chapter 155 Small Actions and Counterattacks
"???"

Question marks on everyone's faces.

"Coach, I did hit the ball!" Yan Song pointed to his forehead, "Here, it's here. Look, the red mark from the head ball just now is still there!"

"Really? Take a look, Dahei."

Hearing doubts from his teammates, Xu Liang, who was beside Yan Song, went up to take a closer look, and it was true.

There was a dark red on Yan Wanwan's forehead, which was the result of hitting the high-speed flying ball.

After receiving Xu Liang's affirmative answer, some teammates "complained" at the side.

"One million, you scored this goal, why didn't you say it earlier? I thought it was the captain's goal!"

"Who knew you would admit the wrong person!" Yan Song looked aggrieved.

Just now he and Hu Zhaojun were in the same position, both in the front.

Coupled with the visual dislocation, many people think that Hu Zhaojun hit the ball.

And after scoring the goal, Hu Zhaojun was the first to run to the coach's bench with open arms, and everyone would think that he scored the goal.

"One million, next time you say it earlier, don't always let everyone misunderstand."

"Yes, yes, it made me happy for nothing."

"It was you who entered, so you should have told me earlier, what are you doing with your stomach empty!"

Looking at some teammates around him who suddenly became less interested, Yan Song couldn't help feeling angry.

Can you complain about scoring a goal?So I shouldn't have scored this goal? !

"Fuck, do you blame me for being blind?" Yan Song replied immediately.

"Yan Song, what are you talking about?" Seeing the gradually changing "celebration", Shen Xiangfu shouted in time.

"Also, don't care who scored the goal, we are already ahead now! A goal is a good thing, whoever scores it is whoever scores it, and you can't run. What are you earning? Why don't you go back to the game soon?!"

Under Shen Xiangfu's scolding, the originally elated Olympic players returned to their positions with their heads lowered and dejected, as if they had been chased off the field before they had rested.

Yan Song glanced at Hu Zhaojun who seemed to have nothing happened, his two rows of teeth were grinding and creaking.

"Yaokun, what happened?" Tang Wu had been standing on the penalty area line, and he couldn't help asking when he saw his teammate's expression of having eaten a bowel movement after returning to the field.

"Hey, don't mention it! It's Hu Zhaojun again!" Zhang Yaokun waved his hand, "It's more than once!"

"It used to be the same, every time he scored a goal, he was the first to rush to the coach's bench. Everyone thought it was him who scored the goal!"

"Isn't it?" It was so far away, Tang Wu couldn't see it clearly.

"Of course not, Yan Wanwan made it!" Zhang Yaokun shook his head, "If it wasn't for the camera, maybe the ball was 'robbed' by Hu Zhaojun again!"

Following Zhang Yaokun's fingers, Tang Wu saw the big screen above his head.

It was clearly marked there that the scorer was No. 11.

"Eh? Why did Yan Song score this goal?" After seeing the scoreboard clearly, Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun made corrections immediately.

"That's right, the AFC is on Yan Song's head. Let's watch the replay again."

"Don't tell me, this ball was really hit by Yan Song."

"Almost, hahaha!" Huang Jianxiang laughed, "Hu Zhaojun almost hit the ball."

"Indeed, Sun Xiang kicked the ball very smartly. There are two of our players in the front, and they lack defense around them."

Under Zhan Jun's "four or two tricks", the fans quickly turned their attention to Sun Xiang's corner kick selection, forgetting the "live own goal" just now.

But this "controversial" ball that made both CCTV commentators "own goals" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the Olympic players.

In the first half, due to the adjustment of five starting players, the Iranian team had a little problem in running-in.

Known for their skills, they frequently made mistakes in passing and receiving the ball on the court, and they did not cooperate well, and they did not organize their offense well.

After conceding the goal, the Iranian players became more impatient and the fight became more fierce.

In the 31st minute, Xu Liang was injured and fell to the ground in a corner kick defense. Two minutes later, Hu Zhaojun hit the opponent's foot hard in an offensive shot in the frontcourt, and was also injured and carried off the field for treatment.

In the 40th minute, the crazy Iranian team attacked again.

Captain Navidakia of No. 14 received the ball from his teammates outside the penalty area and sent a long shot without warning.The ball passed Tang Wu's finger and hit the goal post, bouncing high into the air.

"mine!"

After getting up quickly, Tang Wu yelled again, reminding his teammates who were planning to make it to the top.

Just when Tang Wu jumped up, a concealed elbow suddenly hit Tang Wu's stomach fiercely.

"Fake!" Tang Wu cursed secretly.

As soon as the dantian vented his anger, his jumping body softened immediately.

Tang Wu gritted his teeth, retracted his left arm at the last moment, clenched his right hand, and knocked the ball away from the heads of the two struggling Iranian players.

Zhang Yaokun and others didn't expect Tang Wu to "miss" suddenly, and they all stayed in place, watching the bouncing ball slip past them.

At this moment, Atelbaatar No. 19 of the Iranian team suddenly broke in from outside the penalty area, kicked the ball, and swept the ball towards the empty goal.

"careful!"

Huang Jianxiang only had time to shout, and the ball flew over all the defenders including Tang Wu, and flew towards the gate of the Olympic team.

Boom!
When there was still a centimeter away from the goal line, a black and white sneaker appeared on the flight path of the ball.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhang Baofeng jumped up and almost stopped the ball from the air with a barb posture.

With a muffled "boom", Zhang Baofeng's back fell hard to the ground.

However, no one cared about Zhang Baofeng who fell to the ground at this time. Tang Wuqiang endured the pain from his abdomen and flew forward, rushing towards the ball that was going straight up and down.

"MD, these bastards actually raped me?"

Tang Wuxue was smart this time, and didn't pay all his attention to the ball falling from the air.

Taking a glance from the corner of the eye, Tang Wu jumped suddenly after seeing the timing.

Before Zhang Baofeng got up, he felt a black shadow passing over his body, and quickly turned his head aside.

"what!"

"Oh!"

The two shouts in a row came from the same person.

beep! ! !
The referee Haji from Syria hastily blew his whistle.

After hearing the whistle, Tang Wu let go, and the ball rolled away from him.

Team members from both sides hurried forward and pulled Tang Wu and Ma Danqi away.

"Tang Wu, are you okay?"

"Captain, how are you?"

"Brother Tang, are you hurt?"

The team members in red surrounded Tang Wu and asked worriedly.

On the other side, the Persian cavalry in white jerseys teamed up to remove Ma Danqi's jersey.

On the Iranian striker's chest, there was a patch of dark red and bruises.Ma Danqi, who was lying on the ground, was panting heavily, but it became more and more difficult to breathe.

"What should I do? What is this?" The Iranian players looked at each other in blank dismay, and Mobali hurriedly called the team doctor.

People around could see clearly that just as Tang Wu picked the ball, his left leg suddenly arched forward, and his knee pushed hard against Ma Danqi's arm, hitting his ribs.

After the two collided in the air, Tang Wu, who jumped very high, "stayed" in the air for a second.A second later, Tang Wu's horizontal body pressed against Ma Danqi again.

No matter how good the physical fitness of this Iranian striker who is only 1.7 meters tall, his ribs may have been fractured at this time.

Seeing Ma Danqi breathing so hard, the team members were afraid that bone fragments would get stuck in his lungs.

After the team doctor carried Ma Danqi off the field, the referee directly announced the penalty-the Iranian player collided with the goalkeeper and the Olympic team took a free kick in the backcourt.

"Fake, are you a shit eater? How can you judge like this?" Mobali was the first to be unhappy, stepped forward to block the referee's route, and pointed to his face and said.

Ma Danqi has been injured like this, you still say we hit the goalkeeper?This is too ridiculous!

The Syrian referee shook his head. He saw clearly just now that Tang Wu jumped up first. Although he stretched his legs, almost every goalkeeper raised his knees when he jumped up.

The key is that Ma Danqi ran to the front of Tang Wu, and at that time Tang Wu's knee had already stretched out, so he "accidentally" bumped into his chest.

As for "colliding with the goalkeeper", it was judged based on the fact that Tang Wu happened to trip over Ma Danqi after catching the ball and landed on the ground.

The goalkeeper usually doesn't pay attention to the moment when he picks the high-altitude ball. At this time, if someone stretches his foot or something under his feet, the goalkeeper can't react at all.In this way, the attacking players can cause great damage to the goalkeeper.

Based on a comprehensive judgment, Ma Danqi's injury was self-inflicted, but his behavior caused "harm" to Tang Wu.

This is a customary thing on the football field. Goalkeeper is the most dangerous profession. Almost everyone has to give way to the goalkeeper in the collision.

"Fack, it's not fair!" Mobali once again blocked the referee's way.

Tang Wu stood up with the support of his teammates, watching the scene with cold eyes.

Hehe, the referee will not award fouls based on who is seriously injured!
Obviously the Iranian striker did not accept the referee's explanation, and he stood in front of the referee again, blocking his way.

beep! ! !
The Syrian referee blew his whistle again.

When Mobali saw it clearly, a yellow jewel card was already held above his head.

The referee gave him two chances, which can be regarded as the utmost benevolence.

The other Iranian players were shocked and hurried forward to pull Mobali aside.

If this continues, the Iranian team may have to fight with ten people.

Mobali glanced at Tang Wu cursingly, spit out a mouthful of sticky phlegm, raised his arms and ran towards the frontcourt.

(End of this chapter)