Football: The immortal legend on the green field

Now thinking back, is it more humane to play a 30-minute overtime match or the Golden Ball system?

The players fought hard for 90 minutes, but they had to fight for another 30 minutes, regardless of whether they won or lost.

This is a double test of the players' physical and mental strength. On the other hand, if the golden goal system is adopted, the game will end when one side scores a goal. Wouldn't this be unfair to the lagging side?

Maybe they still have the strength to equalize, as long as they are given some time... This question is always a matter of opinion and it is difficult to explain.

However, the current national youth team would rather waste the last fifteen minutes than let the opponent score a goal and then end the game directly. In their hearts, even if the Brazilian really scored a goal, they will definitely be able to catch up before the end of the game, because they have an omnipotent captain in their hearts, just like the Argentines trusted Maradona in 90, they also believe that Shen Bin can do the same.

What a shame, such a shame. This is a real competition, not a comic or a novel. Some things cannot be decided by spirit alone. Reality is cruel, really...

"The ball went in! Brazil's Marcelo. He shook off the exhausted Feng Xiaoting and used his best long-range shot to score... to score against the Chinese team's goal." Liu Jianhong was in a complicated mood when he said this. Because he is a commentator, it is his job to report the game situation, but if possible, he would rather remain silent at this moment and not say a word.

The Brazilian team finally scored again, and it was in the tenth minute of the second half, the twenty-fifth minute of overtime, and the one hundred and fifteenth minute of the game.

"But! The game is not over yet, we still have five minutes! National Youth Team boys, stand up! Stand up! There are still five minutes, enough time for anything to happen!" Liu Jianhong shouted at the TV screen, as if he was on the sidelines and his shouts could be heard by the Chinese players. But unfortunately, he was not there.

"You are a coward!" Shen Bin stood on the court and yelled at several dejected teammates. His voice was hoarse, but he tried to make his voice reach every teammate's ears. "Five minutes left! We still have time! Don't waste time!" Shen Bin reached out to pull Feng Xiaoting, who had already finished stretching with his teammates. "You are the vice-captain. If I am not on the court, you are the backbone of the team. What you need to do now is to set an example for your teammates!"

Tan Wangsong felt very uncomfortable, his heart seemed to explode, and the violent ups and downs made him unable to breathe evenly. However, he was usually a hero in his words, and he still refused to admit defeat. He looked at the culprit of the goal with contempt. Although he knew it was not Feng Xiaoting's fault, he just couldn't stand the captain of the same club as himself.

He is the same age as him, and he is not even a starter in the reserve team. Why is he the captain of the club's first team? True gold is not afraid of fire. In this battle that determines the fate of the national youth team, he can proudly say that he is no worse than the other side.

The three-man coaching staff of the Chinese National Youth Team can do nothing now. The quota for substitutions has been used up, and even five minutes of tactical adjustments to the current lineup may not be effective. They can only watch the players perform from the sidelines.

Bet everything you have, run, fight, win or lose, don't regret it, don't leave any regrets.

This is what Gao Haiyang is thinking now, and this is also what Shen Bin is thinking.

The National Youth Team, which was one goal behind and exhausted, unexpectedly cheered up and was as energetic as if they had just come on the court.

Shen Bin kicked the ball from the right to the left, and Hao Junmin stretched out his foot to stop the ball, but his physical strength was seriously exhausted and his supporting foot softened. Only the toe of his outstretched left foot touched the ball, and the ball changed its line slightly and bounced to the sideline. When it was about to go out of bounds, he barely stopped the ball with one foot, and then wiped past Petro who rushed up to interfere!

"If you are exhausted, go to the back. Let me take this!" Tan Wangsong howled and rushed into the Brazilian defense line with the ball.

"Full-back Tan Wangsong! He still has the energy to rush up from the back and assist! Such a warrior can't even play against the reserve team in Guancheng? It seems that our domestic coaches really have flaws in selecting players!" Liu Jianhong not only praised Tan Wangsong's courage and perseverance, but also complained about Guancheng's head coach Li Bin.

However, Tan Wangsong knew that his condition was not good. He began to see stars in front of his eyes and might collapse at any time. The reason why he did not have cramps like other teammates was because he had lived in the mountains since he was a child and had trained his legs to be as strong as steel. He was gritting his teeth and fighting. The opponent's full-back rushed up.

However, the opponent didn't seem to be much better. His speed was obviously slower than that of an ordinary person. His black skin had begun to turn purple. His mouth was wide open with his tongue sticking out, looking like a black dog that was about to have heatstroke due to the high summer temperature.

It was just a beat slower, which gave Tan Wangsong the opportunity to kick calmly.

"Tan Wangsong kicked the ball in! A low shot!"

Tan Wangsong made a smart pass of the ball. He knew that Sun Ke and Dong Fangzhuo in the Chinese team's penalty area were not very good at heading, and passing a high ball would only be a waste of energy.

But it’s different if the ball is passed on the ground. As long as the ball is fast enough, whoever touches it, the returning defender or the rushing forward, has a high chance of scoring!

Thiago Martins at the front point was a little slow in his tackle due to physical problems, and the ball rolled past his feet and he did not touch it!

The football continues to fly across the goal quickly!

Sun Ke suddenly leaped forward and kicked the football with both feet! But he collided with the goalkeeper! Neither of them touched the football!

The ball flew to the back point!

This time it was Dong Fangzhuo who was there! He was at the back post and no one was marking him! Great opportunity! Great opportunity for the Chinese team to equalize the score!

The ball is here! Dong Fangzhuo used all his strength to kick the ball towards the lower middle part. Allen Martinez returned to defend and made up for the goalkeeper who was diving for the ball. He just ran to the goal line and flew to head the ball, but he didn't hit it!

The football flew over his head and into the empty goal!

Gao Hai's heart was in his throat, but he saw the football hit the crossbar with a "bang", then bounced back into the field. Paulinho, who came back to defense, kicked the ball into the stands.

The ball didn't go in! Sighs and cheers suddenly mixed together, filling the entire Utrecht Stadium.

"The ball didn't go in! Dong Fangzhuo's kick... hit the crossbar and was cleared by Paulinho." Liu Jianhong originally planned to say that the ball was kicked away, but he changed his mind in an instant.

Ali Han leaned back suddenly, and at the most critical moment, Dong Fangzhuo's supporting legs went weak and he missed this godsend opportunity in vain. It was God's will!

While Dong Fangzhuo was still kneeling in front of the Brazilian team's goal, the referee blew the whistle to end the game without mercy. He did not leave the Chinese even a second longer. It was exactly 120 minutes.

The Chinese National Youth Team's journey to the World Youth Championship in the Netherlands came to an abrupt end at this moment.