When the Chinese team took a corner kick and saw Zhou Zijing heading the ball towards the goal, many Chinese fans couldn't wait to cheer - they thought the goal must be scored.
But Farias, who was guarding the back post, kicked the ball out, which not only frustrated their hopes, but also made them aware of a huge crisis.
So the cheers in the stands instantly turned into exclamations and screams, and...desperate boos!
"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over..."
“Holy fuck fuck fuck!”
"don't want……"
"ah--!"
Until they saw Zhang Qinghuan struggling to catch up.
Although there was little hope, they cheered again and cheered for Zhang Qinghuan.
However, some people feel that Zhang Qinghuan's pursuit is doomed to be in vain.
Because Grazzini only needs to kick the football towards the goal to kill Zhang Qinghuan's efforts.
If they can score, Argentina will lead the Chinese team 4:2, and the game will completely lose suspense.
Even if there is no goal, there will probably be no time when Lin Zhiyuan runs back to take the goal kick. Argentina will win this game with a score of 3:2.
And Zhang Qinghuan is already thirty-four years old, and he has been playing for so long with injuries. He has neither the physical strength nor the strength to support him.
They didn't expect Zhang Qinghuan to scoop the ball directly in the midfield!
A nice tackle to keep the ball without fouling!
The most unlikely thing happened!
The mood of the Chinese fans was as if they were on a stunt plane in just ten seconds. First they soared upwards, then dived all the way down, and were suddenly pulled up again when they were about to touch the ground...
But it's not over yet!
The game was not over yet, and the ball returned to the Chinese team.
So……
Many people turned their attention to Argentina's penalty area. They saw players from both sides huddled together in front of Argentina's penalty area. For a moment, they saw that there were so many people that they thought it was a mess. They had no idea what to do to help the Chinese team.
Create scoring opportunities...
Zhang Qinghuan also raised his head and looked there, but in his eyes, he had a clear goal - he was looking for Hu Lai in the crowd!
The person he was looking for beckoned to him from behind.
It was like a pillar of light suddenly appeared in the dark and foggy sea, shooting out from the depths of the fog, pointing the direction for Zhang Qinghuan.
He makes long passes with his feet!
"Cross the ball diagonally! Find Hu Lai!" He Feng shouted.
If at this time, who is the most trustworthy and who can definitely be entrusted with important tasks, it must be Hu Lai.
Therefore, giving the Chinese team this last offensive opportunity to Hu Lai can be said to be a desperate move.
If Hu Lai can't score, then others can't do it either!
"Hu Lai! Hu Lai, thrust forward and point behind! Hu Lai!"
Amidst He Fenglian's endless voice, Hu Lai raised his foot and easily unloaded the ball from the air!
"Hu Lai! Stop well! Hu Lai!"
Hulay dunked Farias again!
"One dunk! Hu Lai! Hu Lai!!"
He Feng's volume suddenly increased, almost screaming!
"Hu Lai! Hu Lai! Hu Lai! Hu Lai——!"
Amid his screams, Hu Lai used the outside instep of his right foot to score the goal!
"Hu Lai! Hu Lai! Hu Lai!! Hu Lai!! Ah——! Hu Lai——!!!"
He Feng seemed to have lost the ability to think. He could only keep repeating the name of the goal scorer. His voice was hoarse, cracked, and deformed, but it still couldn't stop him from continuing to shout like this.
Not only did he roar until his face turned red, he also roared until his eyes turned red!
In the midst of his crazy roar, Hulay, who scored the goal, turned around and ran towards the corner flag area.
The loudest shouts in the game so far rang out in the sky above the Workers' Stadium.
No one could hear a word clearly, there was only a continuous roar in their ears.
The stadium has been transformed into a giant boom box!
Hulay was unable to make his trademark celebration because he slipped while running towards the corner flag.
He struggled to get up, but Luo Kai, who was chasing after him, pushed him to the ground and pushed him up again!
Then more Chinese team players rushed over and pressed on the two of them!
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"This is our big chance to kill the game for good!"
As Grazzini chased the ball, the Argentinian commentator yelled excitedly.
Then his mood took a turn for the worse.
"Careful! Zhang! Ah! Oops!"
"Back to defense! Back to defense!"
"Zhang Changzhuan!"
"Hu! Hu! Hu...ah——!!"
After this last scream, the Argentine commentator became silent again.
At the same time, commentators from other neutral countries in the commentary box started to "rise up":
"Hu!! Oh oh oh! He did it! He did it! He really created a miracle! The Chinese team tied with Argentina at the last minute!!"
"It's unbelievable! It's simply unbelievable! The process of this goal has so many ups and downs that even the top screenwriters in the world cannot write such a plot! This goal is like a microcosm of this game! The tenacious Chinese team is always able to
"This is Hu! This is Hu! When you think it is impossible, he creates possibility! When you are desperate, he brings hope! He is 'Mr. Key'! He is the 'lethal killer'! He is the '
King of the ball'!"
"Hu! He ruthlessly crushed Melli's championship dream! The competition between the two of them reached its peak on the World Cup final stage! This is the most exciting showdown in the history of human football! It will definitely go down in history!"
"Six minutes ago, Melli's goal made the whole world think that Argentina would be the champion! Now Hu has stood up and told the world: No! I have the final say as to who will win the championship!!"
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These commentators are all the "national mouthpieces" of their respective countries. They are eloquent, passionate, and their level is not low.
But all of them combined are not as good as the Chinese commentator He Feng.
Because in addition to passion, He Feng’s commentary also contains deep love, love for Chinese football and love for the land beneath his feet:
"Hu Lai!!! Absolute draw!! When the football flew over from the backcourt, and when he raised his right foot in the penalty area to stop the ball, you can't imagine how heavy the football was! It was not a ball.
An ordinary football, it carries the burning eyes and hopes of 1.5 billion people! It weighs as much as a thousand pounds! But can you imagine? Hu Lai's stopping of the ball was as light as nothing! He gently relieved the heavy burden! This
What a strong and big heart is needed!
"I say without exaggeration! This is the stop of the century! It is a stop that can be called a classic in any time and space! Stop! Smash! Shoot! Every action is carried with effortless elegance and calmness! Single
Looking at this goal, you can never imagine that this goal can determine the World Cup championship! What is the world's top player? This is it! Top performance on the top stage, the world's top, it has to be him!"
Li Qingqing was covering her mouth and trying her best to suppress her cries. She could no longer explain normally, but there was no need for her to explain...
Her face was full of tears and she didn't dare to open her mouth for fear that the entire Chinese TV audience would hear her crying.
He Feng's explanation continues:
"A true strength does not lie in how many goals he can score, nor in how beautiful his goals are! But when he faces a very severe situation and is tortured by fate, he can stand up!
He can save desperate people, he can heal pain and bring hope... He can dare to take action against fate! And he can also defeat fate!
"From this point of view, Hu Lai is well-deserved to be the strongest in the world! But he is not the only one who is strong, everyone in this Chinese team is strong! Because they dare to fight back when faced with the oppression of fate!
"When they were 0:2 behind in the first half, how many people felt desperate? But they didn't give up! When Melli almost beat him, they still didn't give up! In the last corner kick, the Chinese team made a desperate move, Lin
Zhiyuan went up... even when Argentina took the opportunity to hit an empty goal, the Chinese team still didn't give up! Zhang Qinghuan! This 34-year-old veteran was chasing Grazzini with a broken body, and he didn't give up!"
The TV broadcast suddenly cut from the Chinese players stacking Luohan to the sideline.
Zhang Qinghuan did not run to celebrate the victory with his crazy teammates, but sat on the ground, raised his arms and shouted.
Then he was hugged and drowned by the crowd rushing out from the bench and coaching bench.
"The ones who didn't give up were our fans! When they encountered Melli's 'killer' blow, their shock only lasted a short time, and they cheered up as quickly as possible! They put aside their inner disappointment and pain
They are all buried and cheering for the Chinese team when the team needs support the most! They are the eternal backers of this team! They are the source of all the strength of this team!"
The stands were filled with red flags and the cheers were thunderous.
Xie Lan and Hu Lixin hugged each other. She had tears on her face and screamed with her eyes closed.
Hu Lixin hugged her tightly, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
Li Ziqiang stood beside them, looking up at the sky, unwilling to lower his head for a long time.
In Li Qingliang's shot, Han Shuyu was cheering for joy. When he turned the camera again, he was surrounded by jumping Chinese fans.
He was also very excited, but in order to prevent the camera from shaking violently, he could only resist the urge to jump up.
So he raised his left hand high, clenched it into a fist, and pointed it toward the sky.
Wang Xiaojun and Zhao Kangming hugged each other, and then separated again. Seeing the tears on each other's faces, they couldn't help laughing, and hugged each other again, with tears wetting each other's clothes.
Jiang Yin hugged Yan Yan, and Chu Yifan hugged Tang Xiuyuan.
On the field of Laiqing Football Park, countless people were hugging each other, crying and cheering.
Chairs were overturned, wine bottles were overturned, and people were drunk.
At the stadium of Dongchuan Middle School, the daughter leaned over and hugged her father.
Zhai Guangming patted his daughter's back gently and grinned happily.
At simple food stalls, in dimly lit bars, in shopping mall atriums, city squares, in the living rooms of thousands of households, in front of countless large and small screens... there are countless people cheering, jumping, and laughing happily.
, cried happily.
As Hu Lai's goal was replayed in slow motion from different angles, He Feng's chant finally came to an end:
"...Our nation has faced difficulties, adversity and despair many times! But we are still standing among the nations of the world! Why? Because the spiritual qualities of tenacity and perseverance have always been the genes of our Chinese people! Five
It has been flowing in the blood of every Chinese for thousands of years!
"When there is more sun, we shoot it! When the flood comes, we control the water! When the mountains block the road, we move mountains! We fall into hell again and again, but we are reborn through blood again and again!"
"No difficulty! No matter what! The heroic! Chinese people!!"
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