Godfather of national football

Chapter 537 Fighting the United States ([-])
"Referee, he tripped his legs together," Wang Dalei was very excited when he spoke, and his English was not very standard. Chen Gelin ran over to help Wang Dalei and the referee shook his head after hearing this, thinking how could this be possible.

"If you don't believe me, ask him."

Dempsey, who was sitting on the ground, was very disturbed. It was like stealing something. He knew everything, but he couldn't tell it.

If it was in the league, Dempsey might have admitted it, but now it is 1-2, and it is the quarter-finals of the Copa America, so in the end Dempsey still lied, "Yes, he bumped into me."

The referee gave Wang Dalei a yellow card, and the Chinese players knew it was impossible to recover, so they didn't say anything more.

From Li Guo's point of view, the ball is really not clear, it seems to be touched, but Li Guo absolutely believes in his players.

The U.S. team got the chance to tie the score, which was also the best chance, and all the fans stood up.

The cries of USA sounded again, and all the players on the bench of the US team stood up, and Klinsmann prayed silently in his heart.

Under great pressure, Bradley walked to the free throw spot. If he made a free throw, he would be a hero. If he failed to make a free throw, he would of course be a bear.

Wang Dalei yelled at Bradley on the goal line: "Liar, liar, liar."

Bradley also saw the ball just now. It was indeed Dempsey who tripped him, which means that the penalty actually did not exist.

"Liar, you can't be punished."

The referee blew his whistle and Bradley started running.

"Oh my God, Bradley went flying," Liu Jianhong exclaimed.

"Yes, this penalty should not have occurred. We have seen the slow-motion replay. It was Dempsey himself who tripped himself."

The moment Bradley kicked away, Klinsmann fell to his knees. He had a thousand emotions in his heart, but he just couldn't say a word.

The disappointed fans sat down, they seemed to sense something, an ominous premonition.

As for the Chinese team, Wang Dalei roared. He rushed to Bradley and roared, "Liar, I said you couldn't make a penalty. I was right."

Bradley was dumbfounded and ignored Wang Dalei, he just turned around and left silently.

There is not much time left, and the physical fitness of the US team has also dropped a lot, especially the offensive players.

Klinsmann replaced two players in one breath. This was a last-ditch effort. After losing the point, Bradley had been sleepwalking, and made several stoppage mistakes. Maybe his mind was still full of the penalty just now.

"Why, why, I should suppress it."

The irrational Bradley was like an idiot. Chen Gelin easily passed him with the ball. Facing the defense of the US team, Chen Gelin broke through again alone. Brusco was afraid of being passed by Chen Gelin, so he stretched out his hand and pulled Chen Gelin down. There was no doubt about a free kick in front of the penalty area. The referee ran over and gave Brusco a yellow card.

The US team suddenly remembered that the Chinese team has a free kick master, Liao Lisheng, who scored a goal from a zero angle in the last game.

Liao Lisheng walked over to set the ball, the referee was using foam spray to draw the line, the US team was lining up the wall, the teammates wanted to cooperate with Liao Lisheng, but Liao Lisheng waved his hand, it was unnecessary.

Guzan, the goalkeeper of the US team, was on the verge of a big enemy. He commanded a wall of people and set up a wall of seven people.

Guzan thought: "If you score this goal, then I will quit the US national team forever."

The referee blew a whistle, indicating that Liao Lisheng could kick. Everyone was looking forward to or fearing Liao Lisheng's full moon scimitar.

Liao Lisheng's run-up distance was also very long. At the moment he touched the ball at the end, Liao Lisheng pushed the arch of his foot, and the American player was stunned.

Bradley was in a cold sweat watching, "Could it be all acting?"

He remembered that in the World Cup, Muller of the German team fell on purpose when he cooperated with free kicks. After the game, Muller also admitted that it was intentional. Now the cooperation of free kicks has reached this level?

"This is a textbook classic match," Liu Jianhong said excitedly.

"No, you must have made a mistake. Liao Lisheng was acting. He deliberately pushed away his teammates and stood in front of the ball. Everyone thought he was going to shoot by himself, but at the last moment, he chose to pass the ball."

"Haha, yes, your version is more correct, I am so happy."

Guzan kicked the ball in the net hard, as if to vent. Facing a legendary weak team like China, he actually lost 3 goals. Guzan felt that this was a great shame, "Well, God, I will definitely quit the national team. You are satisfied."

It was 3 to 1, the fighting spirit of the American team was extinguished, and the Chinese team basically secured the victory. The fans even started to leave the field early.

The camera at the scene was very bad. A long shot was used, with the stunned Klinsmann in front and the audience queuing up to exit behind.

Those who left were already chilled enough, but those who stayed were not worried. They shouted loudly: "Klinsmann get out."

"Fuck Klinsmann."

"Bradley back."

Because the former head coach of the U.S. team was Bradley's father, Bradley Sr., amidst the boos, Klinsmann sat back on the bench. He knew very well that this should be the last time he sat as the head coach of the U.S. team.

At the last moment, in order to show respect for the host, Li Guo left the field early before the game was over. Li Guo understood that the next game would still be a tough one, and it was best not to offend the fans of the host.

Li Guo's friendliness received a standing ovation from all the fans, and Li Guo also applauded in response. The defection of the American fans made the players even more uncomfortable. They wished the game would end soon.

Zhou Dun had been watching the game in the player tunnel, and Li Guo hugged him, "Head, we're in the semi-finals."

"Well, it's a pity that you can't play, but we will appeal and hope that the red card can be cancelled."

Zhou Dun chuckled, of course he understood that this was impossible, "Actually, I'm worried that the team won't be able to stand up, especially when the US team won a penalty, it's okay, it's okay."

"Hey, this also proves that our Chinese team is not a team that relies on Zhou Dun."

"Haha, that's good."

While Li Guo was talking and laughing with Zhou Dun, the game outside was over. After three long whistles from the referee, the hosts were out.

Klinsmann had to force himself to smile, and went around the field with his players to thank the fans. No matter what, he never thought that a team he supported would really bury himself in the end.

(End of this chapter)