The referee who was close at hand decisively raised the red card before the situation became chaotic, and waved Brent away like a fly with a slightly disgusted look in his eyes!
Seeing that the referee made a clear penalty, the Chinese players' urge to kill subsided, and instead they swarmed around Wang Ai.
"Xiao Wang!" Li Tie knelt beside Wang Ai, lay down and rolled Wang Ai's eyelids.
A group of team doctors rushed into the crowd under the leadership of Milu, whose hair was flying and his beard was growing wild. This was the most outstanding player he had ever encountered in half his coaching life, and he was also his most beloved disciple. The magical coach has been promoted to "Magic"
Master and disciple”!
Before the team doctor could make a diagnosis, Wang Ai coughed and opened his eyes.
"Spread out, spread out!" the team doctor waved away the team members: "Let him take a breath!"
"What's wrong with me?"
Wang Ai asked. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't even feel that his vision went dark. In his memory, he was about to take a shot, and then he opened his eyes to see the blue sky and white clouds.
The teammates hurriedly talked about it.
"Is it a free kick?" Wang Ai sat up, crossed his legs and smiled.
"Yes, yes, it's up to you!" The teammates responded enthusiastically.
The referee Oscar was also observing in the crowd and asked the Chinese team's Milu if he needed to be replaced?
Milu looked at the team doctor, who nodded with difficulty to indicate that he could stay on the court. He wanted to say that he had to substitute, but how could he say it in this situation? Because he just saw clearly Wang Ai sitting up with a smile.
, the eyes have no focus!
Oscar nodded after receiving a definite answer. He also hoped to see more performances from this Chinese boy. Before the start of the game, he had received instructions from FIFA. As Asia is weak in football, it is also a football-crazy Asia with extremely rapid economic development.
, the emergence of such a talented player is crucial to the promotion of football! Therefore, FIFA’s instructions to Oscar are: within the scope of the rules, try to give this young man as much room for performance as possible!
Oscar awarded the Chinese team a direct free kick from the front of the penalty area!
The Turks are mourning for their heirs, while the Chinese are cheering for joy.
Wang Ai stood up with the help of Zhao Junzhe and couldn't help but let out a groan.
The referee blew the whistle, indicating that Wang Ai could start.
The court fell silent, and Wang Ai stood five or six meters behind the football, eyes wide open.
The referee looked at the Chinese boy doubtfully, why didn't he kick it?
Liu Jianhong in the commentary box clenched his fists nervously. In his field of vision, under the urging of the referee, Wang Ai faced the football and ran forward, as if he was going to hit the goal directly like the previous goal. However, in full view of the crowd,
, witnessed by many fans around the world, Wang Ai actually ran away!
It was so obviously crooked! When I finally took off my foot, I even kicked it on the turf!
This, is this a fake move?
Then, amid everyone's confusion, Wang Ai stumbled and fell into Li Tie's arms.
The referee was stunned for a moment, then immediately ran forward, observed carefully, then turned back to the Chinese team's coaching bench and made a gesture of injury substitution!
"What"s up? What"s up? (What's wrong, what's wrong?)" Ma Mingyu, wearing regular clothes, ran towards the referee.
Oscar pointed to his head: "He had to go down for treatment. He couldn't hold on. (He had to go down for treatment, he couldn't hold on.)"
"How could he not persevere?! (How could he not persevere?!)" Ma Mingyu grabbed Oscar's collar and shouted excitedly.
Yes, how could he not hold on at this time? The Chinese team is just one goal away. As long as Wang Ai stands up and scores again, the Chinese team will qualify from the group. But if he can't hold on, who can guarantee that he can score the goal?
?There are only a few minutes between heaven and hell. How can you not hold on?
Unexpectedly, Oscar was even more excited than Ma Mingyu. He pushed Ma Mingyu's hands away with his backhand, grabbed Ma Mingyu's neck and shouted: "He"s only 14 years old! You can"t use him like that! You can"t! He,
here! Head, his head has been injured! Do you want to die a young genius in my law enforcement competition? Bastard! (He is only 14 years old! You can't use him like this! You can't! He, here! Head, his head
He’s already injured! Do you want a young genius to die in a game I’m officiating! Bastard!)”
The team doctor who rushed to the court again shook his head firmly at Milu this time. Wang Ai, who was carried to the sidelines, suddenly turned over and got off the stretcher. He refused to leave even though he was very dizzy. Ma Mingyu had no choice but to sit with Wang Ai in his arms.
On the bench.
At the Chinese commentary booth, Liu Jianhong couldn't suppress the trembling in his voice and asked Zhang Lu: "Director Zhang, look..."
Zhang Lu's face was as gloomy as the night before a storm: "I judge that it should be a concussion! Look at Xiao Liu, he is retching on the sidelines now! I am sure, this must be a concussion! He really can't hold on.
This kind of injury cannot be relieved at all within a few days. I also suffered this kind of injury once when I was playing football. I felt dizzy and dizzy."
Having said this, Zhang Lu breathed a sigh of relief: "The referee's decision is correct. This kind of situation cannot be ignored by a strong will. Xiao Wang was already strong enough just now. He stood up and took the free kick.
but……"
Speaking of this, Zhang Lu suddenly felt that his nose was sore, and tears flowed down uncontrollably. He hurriedly wiped away his tears: "But, he can't kick. Didn't you see that he couldn't control himself?
I... Phew, Jianhong! Please let me calm down for a while."
Although the referee Oscar yelled back at Ma Mingyu, the game was still going on. After thinking for a long time, he still felt that this situation was not a free throw violation, but should be the sequelae of the recent injury. Therefore, he consolingly allowed the Chinese team to continue to take free throws.
The fierce protests of the Turks were ignored.
Li Xiaopeng, Wu Chengying, Shao Jiayi and others stood behind the football and discussed nervously, and finally decided that Li Xiaopeng, who was the most accurate, would be in charge.
The taciturn Li Xiaopeng withstood the pressure and this free kick was of a very high standard, not only accurate but also fast.
But it is a pity that Turkish goalkeeper Rustu made accurate judgment and hit the football out of the baseline with both fists.
Wang Ai, who was hugged by Ma Mingyu, bit his lip and his body was shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't see clearly the changes on the court, but he could see the dejected expressions of his teammates and hear the sound of their hearts breaking.
I could hear the tears falling from fans across the country.
Four minutes of stoppage time! The Chinese team launched a dying counterattack. Jiang Jin became a back-up central defender, Xu Yunlong, Wu Chengying became wingers, Zhao Junzhe, Li Tie, Li Xiaopeng, Li Weifeng, Dewey, etc. were all crowded in
In the opponent's penalty area, Yang Chen and Qu Bo ran wildly, looking for every opportunity to attack the goal. Smoke billowed in the Turkish half and the sound of killing was loud.
The Chinese team no longer has any organization. What is left is the spontaneous courage of the players. Their strongest player, best friend, and greatest confidence have been destroyed. What is left is only the sorrow and anger of dying with you!
Time flew by like water. The referee Oscar looked at his watch frequently. Finally, after Yang Chen failed again, he looked apologetically at the Chinese bench, shook his head slightly, and blew the whistle to end the game.
This chapter has been completed!