In the 18th minute of the second half, Vietnam forward Le Kong Vinh poked the ball into the Chinese team's goal during a chaotic battle in the goal area.
In the 21st minute of the second half, Cao Di received a pass from Wang Ai and headed the ball into the Vietnamese goal.
In the 32nd minute of the second half, Vietnamese midfielder Nguyen Ngoc Dui took a long-range shot from Guo Liang. Zeng Cheng missed the ball and Nguyen Guang Hai succeeded in the supplementary shot.
In the 36th minute of the second half, Yin Liangyi passed a cross to Wang Ai from midfield. Wang Ai passed the ball straight to the back of the Vietnamese central defender. Cao Di got stuck and got the ball and succeeded with a single shot.
The score on the field became 5:4 for the Chinese team, leading the Vietnamese team.
The two sides fought fiercely for twenty minutes, with an average of one goal being scored every five minutes. The match was unprecedentedly fierce.
With only nine players, the Chinese team used super strong attack power to seize the score. They exceeded, were equalized, exceeded, were equalized, and exceeded again!
After Cao Di scored a goal, he could no longer run when he came back to report to the "boss". The stuck Vietnamese defender, Nguyen Hui Qiang, who was famous for his physical fitness, simply did not stand up and suffered from cramps.
The Vietnamese team is already at the end of its strength!
Wang Ai's jersey was completely soaked and turned deep red. While drinking water on the sidelines, he did not forget to joke: "Which general in front made a contribution?"
Cao Di's arm holding the water bottle was trembling: "Young man, that's the young general Cao Mengde!"
Both sides delayed the rest time in unison, and the Vietnamese team cramped one after another. Wang Ai did not dare to rest, and kicked several national junior players who were tired and sat down to wake up. They could not sit at this time, and sitting down would be even more boring. Already.
The game starts again in three minutes, and there are still ten minutes left in the game.
The Vietnamese fans present began to sing the Vietnamese national anthem!
For decades, the Vietnamese football team has never played such an exciting and fierce match with the Chinese football team. Even if the Chinese team is missing two players, Vietnamese fans have no confidence in winning, but they are still eager to win and create miracles.
Lao Gao clapped his hands repeatedly on the sidelines: "Cheer up, cheer up, hold on, there are still ten minutes left, persistence is victory!"
Standing on the court and looking around, Wang Ai was keenly aware that the Vietnamese team was taking its last breath, and the players on his side were also very tired. His hands and feet were shaking slightly, which was a sign of physical exhaustion!
Lao Gao used two substitutions in a row, replacing Cao Di with Gao Lin and Guo Liang with Yu Yang, giving the Chinese team another minute to waste.
When the ball kicked off again, Wang Ai took a deep breath and decided to kill the Vietnamese team's renewed momentum.
After making a hidden gesture with Zhou Haibin, Zhou Haibin quietly changed positions with Yang Fusheng and moved to midfield.
The energetic teenager Yu Yang dribbled the ball down the wing and passed the ball. The big man Zhou Haibin suddenly rushed towards the goal area, causing chaos in the Vietnamese defense. Amidst the constant pulling, Zhou Haibin barely jumped up, and others jumped at the same time. Vietnam's two centre-backs.
However, despite the mutual pulling, no one could jump high and no one touched the ball.
The football slid across the goal and landed in the back post. The Vietnamese defender, who breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the back post and then had a look of horror on his face.
China No. 10 is coming at high speed.
His short hair soaked in Han water shimmered in the sun, his dark red jersey was as dazzling as dried blood, and his tightly pursed lips and widened eyes made Vietnamese players fearful.
Vietnamese defender Tao Wenfeng barely grabbed Wang Ai's jersey. Wang Ai stumbled, dragged Tao Wenfeng, faced the ball, half-turned, raised his right foot, and volleyed!
Even if he fell, Wang Ai's footwork did not lose control!
The goalkeeper of the Vietnamese team, Bui Jin Chang, felt the wind blowing past his ears and turned his head stiffly, while the football bounced playfully in the net.
6:4!
As if the stop button was pressed, the Vietnamese national anthem disappeared from the audience, and like dominoes, the players of the Vietnamese team fell one after another.
The Chinese national youth team members jumped up: "Boss!"
Even though he had no strength at all, Wang Ai still opened his eyes wide, made an energetic expression, smiled and extended his hand to Vietnamese defender Tao Wenfeng, who was still sitting on the ground. Tao Wenfeng shook his head with a wry smile.
Wang Ai nodded, rubbed Tao Wenfeng's head, and slowly ran towards the national junior team members: "The boss is here!"
Players like Zhou Haibin, Zhao Xuri, and Chen Tao in the first phase of the national youth team are older and more experienced. They all know that the Vietnamese team is finished. Is Wang Ai's goal a golden goal? It is the winning goal.
A goal. One point behind, the Vietnamese team can still muster the courage with the support of the fans on site, but two points behind, the Vietnam team has lost its fighting spirit!
"Old Zhou, help me," Wang Ai told Zhou Haibin in a low voice.
Zhou Haibin, who was sweating profusely, understood and kept his expression calm. He took Wang Ai's arm and walked to the coaching bench. By the way, he waved to the location of a few five-star red flags, which attracted the screams of the Chinese fans, who totaled less than 20 people.
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"Well done, Wang Ai!"
Lao Gao excitedly slapped Wang Ai on the shoulder, causing Wang Ai's legs to weaken and almost fall down.
"Take it easy, Director Gao, I worked hard for your career! Are you still patting me like this? I'll look for you later..."
"Definitely!" Lao Gao interrupted quickly. He didn't want other junior national team members to know about their family's affairs: "Why are you so tired?"
"Hurry up, where are the bananas? Where's the sugar water? Stop it and don't let the Vietnamese see it."
The national junior team members pretended to drink water and talk and laugh, and surrounded Wang Ai secretly. Wang Ai took the peeled banana that the team leader secretly pushed in, ate it in twos, and raised his head to drink half a bottle of strong salt.
syrup.
"Is it useful?" Lao Gao asked worriedly.
Wang Ai pointed to his face: "I am relying on this face to scare them. As long as I don't sit down, even if I walk for ten minutes, I will win the game."
Lao Gao nodded happily, and raised his hand to pat Wang Ai's shoulder. He raised it in the air and froze. Wang Ai took Lao Gao's hand and put it on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's okay, take it easy.
Already."
When the ball kicked off again, even though the referee Hassan "motivated" the Vietnamese players with twinkling eyes, the Vietnamese team was still in low spirits. Even the head coach sat in his chair and said nothing.
Wang Ai encouraged Gao Lin, Yu Yang and other two "younger brothers" who were in the second phase of the National Youth League. Taking advantage of everyone's lack of physical fitness to perform well, Wang Ai concentrated on helping the two younger brothers to pull the Vietnamese defense line and play ball or pass the ball. The Vietnamese team had no choice but to
Barely holding on, and withdrew all frontcourt players to defend.
Wang Ai rushed to Zhou Haibin and Yin Liangyi nodded. The two understood each other. After getting the ball, they started to play in the Chinese team's midfield and backcourt. Occasionally, when they found an opportunity, they sent two goals to the two young players in the frontcourt. The atmosphere of the game was very relaxed, just like the thirty years ago.
The five minutes played by the other two teams were the same.
The game time slowly reached 90 minutes. The referee Hassan shook his head with a pale face and blew the whistle to end the game without even adding time.
As soon as the whistle sounded, Wang Ai fell on the grass. His physical strength was already exhausted.
"Boss!"
Excited, Yu Yang ran over, thinking that Wang Ai was playing stack of Arhats. In the past, Wang Ai was always on top when training in the team. It was rare for the boss to be generous.
"Hey, don't!" Wang Ai shouted out two words, and was drowned out by the excited national junior team members.
This chapter has been completed!