six finger demon

Chapter 157 He is Going to Earn a Header

Looking at the Iranian team members celebrating on the screen, Dewey stood up, put on his crutches, and said, "I'm going back to my room first." Then he left the room.

Du's mother smiled awkwardly, and explained for Du Wei: "Maybe the child is going out to get some air."

Dewey left and never came back.

Sun Ji huddled in the corner of the sofa with a livid face.

Conceding the ball under heavy pressure is bad news in itself.Looking at the performance of the National Olympics in the 20-odd minutes in the second half, even Sun Ji felt that if the National Olympics wanted to exceed the score again, it would be as difficult as heaven.

The momentum of the Iranian team is so fierce, the opponent will definitely make persistent efforts to make another victory.With more than 20 minutes left in the second half, the Iranian team still has a chance.Whether the National Olympics can adjust its state and then counterattack, Sun Ji has no confidence in his teammates at all.

In the stands, apart from the Iranian fans, there are two groups of people who are the happiest.

The first group were two South Korean spies, who were sent to observe the situation of the two teams for South Korea.

After seeing this goal, Li Yongzhen laughed and said: "What are these two teams doing? I really don't understand! These two goals are too ridiculous, it seems that they are not in the state."

"Isn't it good if you're not in the form?" Park Jingxun on the side looked happy, "It's best if they tie! If they tie, they won't be able to get out of the line!"

"Pu, such a result is certainly the best, but judging from today's posture, there is no way for the two teams to draw."

"Then which team do you think is better to win?"

"Of course it's the Iranian team! They are already one point behind China. As long as they win this game, we will qualify with one point in the next two games!"

"However, the performance of the Iranian team today is not that good. Compared with the Iranian team we met last time, they are probably worse than the Chinese team!"

"Then how do you see the Chinese team today?" Li Yongzhen asked back.

"Well, they're acting like a bunch of dogs except for Tom!"

Two Koreans rejoiced because they qualified again in a draw, and an Italian also secretly rejoiced.

Hiding among the fans, Raiola looked at the Iranian fans who were laying the groundwork, and said in his mouth: "lose, lose quickly! My Tom cat! Come back to Chelsea so that you can earn more money for me next season. A lot of money!"

After conceding the goal, Shen Xiangfu made a decisive substitution, replacing the mediocre Lu Feng with Gao Ming.

But a striker can't control the Iranian team's offense at all. In the 77th minute, Tang Wugang was about to launch a long pass to counterattack. Bohani, who was standing in front of Tang Wu, stretched out his foot decisively and intercepted the ball thrown by Tang Wugang into the air. Push the empty goal successfully.

beep!
The referee directly blew the whistle in his mouth and showed Bohani a yellow card for this action.

Although the goal was invalid, the Iranian team's idea could not be clearer, that is, to score goals at all costs.

Tang Wu put the ball at the foul spot, waved away all the teammates who were leaning over to catch the ball, and then slowly took a few steps back.

to whom?
Gao Ming who just played?
No, he was watched to death by two people!
Hu Zhaojun?
His position is close to Gao Ming, which is not good.

Yu Tao?

He is a bit forward on the wing, and may not be able to earn a spot in the first place.

Yan Song?

His position is good, and his ability to catch the ball is enough, but what about the result of passing the ball to him?

Will he give it to his teammates?
Yan Song's position determines that he is destined to be "isolated and helpless". Except for the bottom cross, there are only two people who can meet him, one is Sun Xiang behind him, and the other is Hu Zhaojun in the middle.

Sun Xiang was exhausted at this time due to the heavy defensive pressure; Yan Song expressed his disagreement with Hu Zhaojun from the end of the first half.

In this way, won't the ball still be snatched by the opponent after being given to him?
Tang Wu glanced at Shen Xiangfu who was fidgeting on the sidelines, gritted his teeth decisively, and kicked the ball to the right again.

Looking at the ball flying in the air, Yan Song was secretly delighted.

Haha, Tang Wu really took care of his fellow villagers!

Yan Song saw the opportunity and headed the ball towards Xu Liang.As soon as he landed, he turned around and ran forward, shouting as he ran, "Heizi, pass the ball!"

The cooperation between Xu Liang and Yan Song was very tacit. After Xu Liang stopped the ball with his arch, he sent a through kick to Yan Song's perimeter.

Relying on his body and speed, Yan Song once again hit the ball one step ahead, and dribbled the ball along the sidewalk.

Seeing Yan Song start, Hu Zhaojun in the middle frowned, paused before moving forward.

But he didn't stick up to meet Yan Song's sideways, but still ran in a straight line, letting the Iranian players around him surround Yan Song on the sidewalk.

"Xiang, aren't you capable? I'll see how you can kick it alone!"

After Yan Song dribbled the ball for a few steps, he found that Sun Xiang behind him hadn't followed up at all.

He hurriedly stepped on the ball and looked for an opportunity to pass it.

At this time, the two Iranian players had already formed a siege, forcing Yan Song to face out of bounds and protect the ball under his feet.

Hu Zhaojun just took a few symbolic steps towards Yan Song, then stopped four meters away from him and shouted: "This way, this way!"

"QNMD 'this side'!" Yan Song cursed secretly with his back to the court, "I know where the fuck is it? Won't you come and pick it up?"

Two legs were no match for four, and in the space where the referee couldn't see, Yan Song's calf was kicked several times by the opponent.

Finally, Yan Wanwan couldn't stand the pain and tilted his body. The ball was taken by the Iranian team, and he made another long pass to start a fast break.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Tang Wu had already retreated to the penalty area line and shouted at Sun Xiang who was rushing forward.

Of course Sun Xiang understood Tang Wu's meaning, but at this moment his feet were as heavy as if filled with lead, and the tendons next to his two calves were bulging, as if he couldn't bear the weight.

"Ah!!!" Sun Xiang roared, knowing that he would not be able to earn the header, but he still jumped towards Bohani without thinking about his own safety.

The two fell to the ground, and the ball bounced out of bounds.

beep! ! !
The Syrian referee gave Sun Xiang a yellow card.

Sun Xiang didn't make much excuses, but took advantage of the gap between the fouls and lay down on the ground to rest.

Shen Xiangfu on the sidelines finally realized it later, and hastily called Wang Xinxin and Wu Pingfeng, who were warming up on the sidelines, to his side, whispering something.

"Oh, the Chinese team has changed players again, and this time they replaced two players at once!" Seeing Shen Xiangfu making adjustments, Huang Jianxiang also revealed a hint of joy in his tone.

Either way, it's better to have variety than to stick to a routine.

"Coach Shen made the last effort, replacing Hu Zhaojun and Yan Song with Wang Xinxin and Wu Pingfeng at the same time, making a final effort." Zhan Jun explained from the side.

"Because there is no difference between a draw and a loss in this game, the Olympic Games must win Iran here if they want to maintain their chances of qualifying."

Both Yan Song and Hu Zhaojun left the stage. Although they were panting heavily, they didn't look at each other.When he returned to the bench, he also sat on one side without saying a word.

Seeing that the coach did not replace him, Sun Xiang gritted his teeth and stood up with Xu Liang's support.

He almost sprained his ankle just now, and when he thought of his "desperate" Sun Xiang just now, he was afraid for a while.

"If I sprained my ankle"

Eh?
Sun Xiang was taken aback suddenly.

If I sprained my ankle, wouldn't it be me who will rest at this time?

Thinking of this, Sun Xiang felt a little regretful.

After Wu Pingfeng came on the field, his breakthrough created a free kick on the right side of the front court. The player who defended him, Carmel, was verbally warned by the referee.

But Sun Xiang's free kick was a bit too low, and Dewey was not on the field. Iranian Olympic player Kameli easily cleared the ball with a header.

Seeing this, Sun Ji's face darkened even more.

Is the heading disadvantage so obvious after the National Olympics loses Dewey?You are all big men over 1.8 meters, and you can't even earn these "dwarfs" who are over 1.7 meters?
At this moment, Mama Du, who had been away for a while, returned to the hall with an apologetic face.

"Mother Du, where is De Wei?" Wu Wei asked.

"Hey!" Mother Du sighed, "I went to Serena's room just now, and watched the game with him. He was a little uncomfortable, so he couldn't watch it. I asked him to come down and talk to you. He said he wanted to rest and interview. I don't do it anymore."

"Okay." Wu Wei sighed as he watched the Olympic Games being besieged again on the screen. He also knew that saying anything at this time would be futile.

The National Olympics still has something to do after the substitution, but the free kicks created in the front court are always grabbed by the opponent. The Iranian team also frequently passes through the "right corridor", threatening the gate of the National Olympics.

The game passed minute by minute, and the head coaches of both sides had used up their substitution quotas and stared blankly from the sidelines.

The 3-minute stoppage time sign has been held above the head of the fourth official, and the [-] Iranian fans at the scene have already started to cheer for the home team with their uniform roars.

Almost all the fans covered their cheeks. A draw means failure for both teams.

In the 91st minute, Wang Xinxin, who replaced Yan Song, broke through and went to the bottom, just when the Iranian player thought he was going to kick a cross.Wang Xinxin, who was full of energy, suddenly kicked his right foot, swayed Bakri who was defending forward, and dribbled the ball from the side to the penalty area of ​​the Iranian team.

No one expected that Wang Xinxin would break through successfully. When the Iranian defenders came to defend, Wang Xinxin had already brought the ball into the penalty area.The Olympic team members also did not expect that neither Wu Pingfeng nor Gao Mingyu Tao formed a running support in the first place.

Wang Xinxin had no choice but to feint again, wanting to use his speed to pass back in an inverted triangle again.

But No. 19 Atel Bartelli of the Iranian team decisively shoveled the ball out of bounds with excellent technique.

"Eh? Wang Xinxin was knocked down in the restricted area of ​​the Iranian team!" Huang Jianxiang suddenly regained his spirits.

"Will the referee award a penalty?"

All the red players stepped forward and surrounded the Syrian referee.

"Penalty, this is a penalty!" Wu Pingfeng shouted.

But the referee couldn't understand Chinese at all, and after blowing the whistle a few times, he pointed his hand directly at the corner.

"Alas! It seems that the referee Haji thinks that the Iranian player tackled the ball first." Huang Jianxiang regretted. "It's the right corner."

"This is the last chance for the Chinese team." Zhan Jun also straightened his back.In any case, these CCTV commentators have to stand with the Olympic players at the last moment.

"Eh? What happened?" Seeing all the Olympic players looking back on the screen, even Sun Xiang, who was walking towards the corner kick area, stopped.

"Tang Wu, it's Tang Wu!" After waiting for the camera to zoom out, Zhan Jun immediately let out a joyful voice.

On the screen, Tang Wu had already crossed the center line by crossing Zhang Baofeng and Zhang Yaokun, and was running towards Sun Xiang with big strides.

"Tang Wu is going to take a corner kick?" Zhan Jun didn't turn his head around.

Huang Jianxiang glanced at his partner with contempt, Zhan Jun is good at everything, but he gags his head when he sees Tang Wu.

Maybe it's because he has watched too much Premier League. Every time he sees Tang Wu's close-up, Zhan Jun has an inexplicable confidence.

"Of course Tang Wu didn't take a corner kick." Huang Jianxiang explained for his colleague, "He went to earn a header!"

(End of this chapter)