Lin Zhiyuan, who was about to turn over and fight back, saw Leonardo Lima's sudden kick, and his eyes widened.
He never expected that Lima would appear here!
When Kao jumped up to head the ball, the area in front of the goal was still clean and there was no one.
As a result, when he turned around with the football, he saw Lima stretching out his kick...
He could do nothing but watch the football fly into the goal.
A thunder sounded in the sky above Shanhai Stadium.
"Lima!!" the Brazilian commentator roared crazily. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!GOOOOOL!!Lima!! Good ball! Good ball! Beautiful ball! He equalized the score for the Brazilian team! Now
The two sides are back on the same starting line! This is our answer to the host!"
He Feng let out a long sigh: "Oh! We still lost the ball! This ball... this ball... Lima suddenly appeared on the flight path of the football, catching everyone off guard... The Chinese team lost the ball, now the score
It was a 1:1 draw...Although a conceding goal is not the end of the world, the things behind this conceding goal are still worthy of our vigilance..."
After scoring the goal, Renaldo Lima confirmed that the football had entered the goal. He turned around and ran to the corner flag area on the other side to celebrate. However, he was stopped halfway by his excited teammates and was pulled to the ground, and then more
People pressed up!
After being overwhelmed by the Chinese team in the first half and almost conceding another goal, the Brazilian players urgently needed this goal to vent their emotions.
As the defending champion, he was beaten for more than ten minutes by a team that had reached the semi-finals of the World Cup for the first time. He had no ability to fight back... It's really embarrassing to say that!
Even if this team is the host, even if they have top players like Hulay, Brazilian players cannot accept it.
The defending champion also has the pride of being a defending champion.
They can accept that the Chinese team scores their goals and leads them, but is beaten... let alone the Chinese team, the Brazilian team does not accept this from any team in the world.
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"I'm ba'ao, I'm ba'ao, I'm ba'ao... Oh!"
When Han Shuyu saw the football being scored by Lima into the Chinese team's goal, all the swear words turned into a long sigh.
From the moment the Brazilian team started to attack fiercely in the second half, she and Li Qingliang were worried about conceding the ball.
It can be said that psychological construction was done.
But when the goal loss really happened, she still couldn't accept it.
This goal conceded was not just as simple as Brazil's equalizing the score.
As a senior fan, Han Shuyu can see the logic behind the Brazilian team's goal.
Before this goal was conceded, the Chinese team's defense was already shaky.
On the scene, it looked like there was a back-and-forth with the Brazilian team, but in fact, the number of threatening attacks was not as many as Brazil's.
Li Qingliang, who was holding the camera to record the video, did not sigh, but faithfully recorded all Han Shuyu's performance.
Then he turned elsewhere, and all he saw were dejected and disappointed Chinese fans.
Finally, he pointed the camera at the big screen above the stands, where the latest real-time scores were displayed.
It used to be that the Chinese team was 1:0 Brazil, but now it is the Chinese team 1:1 Brazil.
The lead turns into a draw, who knows what will happen next?
This is the World Cup semifinals!
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Jorge Dillon, who was watching the game in the box, said to his translator Yu Jintao: "Qin's previous adjustments were to tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall, which could not solve the fundamental problem. Although the goal conceded was not scored from the wing
Yes, but the corner kick was created by the Brazilian team's wing attack. Garcia is obviously targeting his adjustment, letting the wing players cover the center, what to do with the wing?"
"Director Qin must have seen such an obvious problem. It's just that he only has these cards at the moment and has little room for adjustment..." Yu Jintao said.
"Nonsense." Jorge Dillon snorted, "He has cards in his hand, it just depends on whether he dares to use them."
"Have you got a card? Isn't Zhang Qinghuan on the injured list?" Yu Jintao was a little surprised.
"I'm not talking about Zhang. There is a situation, I don't know if you have paid attention to it. In this World Cup, the Chinese team has the most overseas players in history, but Qin's starting lineup is very fixed. The substitution pattern is also very
Single. In the last World Cup, our lineup had a lot of turnover. Although there were players injured, it can explain some problems.
"I don't know if it's because of the pressure of playing the World Cup at home, which makes him a little timid. Is it true that he can't cope with the current situation? Absolutely not. Just change players and change formations. It can be changed.
Who should he replace? I think Qin is probably more worried about this issue. All the players on the field are the strongest players of the Chinese team. If he replaces the next one, will it cause losses to the team's combat effectiveness? But football matches are not just competitions.
A card game of paper strength.”
After listening to Dillon's words, Yu Jintao fell into silence.
He turned his attention to the Chinese team's coaching bench on the sidelines, wanting to see if Qin Lin had any reaction.
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After Lima kicked the football into the Chinese team's goal, Qin Lin looked up to the sky and sighed, saying to the assistant coach Ding Gaoyi next to him: "Sure enough, it still doesn't work..."
Originally, he really wanted to make adjustments to the existing personnel structure to deal with the Brazilian team's targeted tactics.
As a result, after just a few minutes of adjustment, the opponent immediately scored a goal.
In the first half, he made an adjustment to let Xia Xiaoyu press forward and scored immediately. This is an achievement as a coach.
But now this kind of immediate effect is not what he wants to see...
After looking up to the sky and sighing, Qin Lin turned to Ding Gaoyi and said, "Let Shi Wanqing and Cai Shuyi warm up."
Ding Gaoyi took the order and left, while Qin Lin stood alone on the sidelines, with his hands folded across his chest, pursed lips and looking into the stadium.
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The Brazilian players quickly ended their celebrations. They still remembered that they were just equalizing the score, not taking the lead.
So I didn't spend too much time celebrating.
When they ran back to their own half, Kabangka was still encouraging everyone: "Don't relax, we just equalized the score! Keep attacking, don't stop!"
The game quickly resumed.
The Brazilian team's morale was boosted by the equalizer, and they formed a siege on the Chinese team's goal. The Chinese team, which had just lost the ball, was at a disadvantage and could only struggle to support the Brazilian team's offensive storm.
Ou Yangjin got the ball in the backcourt. Facing Kabangka's pressing, he directly made a long pass, trying to find Zhou Zijing.
However, due to the interference of Kabangka, the pass was inaccurate, and Zhou Zijing had to run over to fight for the top.
Even though he had tried very hard to jump up, Kaa still took the position first and pushed the ball back.
The ball returned to the Brazilian team.
There was a huge sigh on the pitch of Lai Qing Football Park.
"Ouch! Ou Yangjin is too anxious about this ball!"
"Otherwise, what should we do? The Brazilian team is already pressing high, so we must play the ball forward as quickly as possible. If it is passed to Xia Xiaoyu or someone else, and it is intercepted, the Brazilian team will directly face our defense line!"
"Looking back and thinking about it now... in the last ten minutes of the first half, although we pressed the Brazilian team, we did not score. It was actually a failure... If we could have scored another goal at that time, two goals
Leading the Brazilian team, even if we concede one goal now..."
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At first, the Chinese fans talked about it, but soon they stopped talking.
Because the Brazilian team's offensive became more and more fierce, the Chinese team was completely compressed within the thirty-meter area, and the scene was passive.
Everyone in front of the projection screen was anxious to watch the live broadcast. They were not in the mood to chat, for fear that they would miss the key shot just by turning their faces.
He Feng's voice on the stereo was also slightly anxious:
"The Brazilian team is on the offensive! This period is very critical and must be withstood!"
On the screen, the Brazilian team attacked the Chinese team's 30-meter line.
Right back Gazal even broke into the Chinese team's penalty area and was blocked by the Chinese team's left back Peng Weijun in the corner of the penalty area.
Lecinho moves to the wing to get the ball.
Chen Xingyi is defending him.
Facing Chen Xingyi's defense, Lessinho first pretended to dribble the ball downfield, but he only made a feint shot without moving his body.
Seeing Chen Xingyi's solid defense, Lessinho dribbled the ball towards the center.
Chen Xingyi followed him to prevent him from suddenly changing direction and going to the bottom again.
While dribbling, Lecinho suddenly picked up the football with his right foot and passed it to the center!
Chen Xingyi did not expect the opponent to pass the ball so suddenly and did not have time to make any defensive interference moves.
The football jumped high and flew towards the penalty arc.
I saw Netolera speeding up from behind, jumping towards the football, and trying to stop the ball with his chest.
But the height of the football was beyond his expectation. After he jumped up, he did not touch the ball, but let the football fly over his body!
That is, at the same time that Netolera jumped towards the football, Kabangka, who was originally on the line of the penalty area, also jumped towards the football in the opposite direction, also intending to stop the ball with his chest.
Netolella's "top" didn't bother him. When the football flew over, he still used his chest to steadily push the football to the outside.
Then after landing, he stretched out his left foot and lifted the falling football to his side.
At the same time, he turned around, supported his body with his right foot as the axis, and rounded his left foot...
The football hits the ground and bounces back up.
Kabangka's left foot was also swung...
volley!
The football was drawn out in an arc by his left foot.
Wang Guangwei stretched out his feet to block the ball, but failed to touch the ball.
The football bypassed his feet and the arm of goalkeeper Lin Zhiyuan...
Finally, he flew into the goal and lifted the net!
"Ah this..." He Feng was shocked, "Only three minutes have passed since the last goal, and the Brazilian team has scored again! Now the Brazilian team leads the Chinese team 2:1!"