"Longlong, do you think we can really advance?" Li Tie asked.

"Why do you ask so suddenly?"

"because……"

It's like a person who suddenly gets an extra 100 million in his bank account. Then he is not ecstatic at first, but stunned.

Before Li Tie came to South Africa, his biggest expectation was to make up for the regrets of the 2002 World Cup and at least win one victory.

But I didn’t expect the Chinese team to advance.

Happiness comes so suddenly, people will feel like they are in a trance.

"It's nothing, it just feels like everything is too sudden."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled.

"It's okay, we'll talk about it after we win."

In the second half, the Spanish team did not rush to attack. This is the style of Spanish football. It seems slow, but when it really speeds up, it is really fierce.

Alonso came to the wing, looked up and passed the ball with a curve.

Zeng Cheng was a little hesitant when he attacked, a little slow, and not decisive when he shot. This is the goalkeeper's biggest mistake.

"Oh my god, the goalkeeper is out of control."

Zeng Cheng's mistake was so unexpected that even his opponent didn't expect it.

Villa immediately pounced on him. This was the moment of bayonet fighting. Villa raised his leg and prepared to kick the ball.

When Zheng Zhi saw it, he stretched his head directly over. This was a desperate move.

Villa and Zheng Zhi collided, but Zheng Zhi paid with his head.

Brush it.

Blood spurted out from Zheng Zhi's forehead.

"Team doctor!!"

"Team doctor!!"

The Chinese team doctor arrives.

"How about it?"

"Substitute, Director Zhu."

Zhu Guanghu was helpless. This was a bad start. Zheng Zhi was the most stable midfielder in the Chinese team.

"Zhao Xuri, come on."

"Yes, Director Zhu."

Substitutions for the Chinese team!!

Everyone has a bad feeling. Will the Chinese team without Zheng Zhi be unable to withstand the competition?

The Spanish team was very ruthless and decisively attacked the new Zhao Xuri.

This is like the lifeblood of the Chinese team.

This is the game experience of a strong team. It is very strong but also very helpless.

"Han Peng, go back and defend."

"Okay, Brother Long."

The Chinese team has all withdrawn, and it will be good if they can hold on at 1-1.

Even if there is a penalty shootout in the end, it is better than losing.

****

After a sprint, Han Peng bent over and gasped for air.

At this time Tang Zhenglong came over.

Han Peng straightened up immediately and said, "I'm not tired."

puff.

"I'm just tired if I'm tired. I'm not blind. You ran so aggressively. I'll give you chicken legs after the race."

"Brother Long is mighty."

Tang Zhenglong knew that he would be beaten to death sooner or later if he continued like this, so he had to fight back.

Teams without the ability to counterattack can only wait to die.

"Han Peng, we must fight back, otherwise we will have to wait to die."

"But the problem is, we really don't have the ability to fight back now."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head.

"Pass the ball to me."

"Okay, if we can grab the ball."

****

"Boss, can we reduce our defense against Tang Zhenglong?"

Del Bosque took a look and saw that he had sent Arbeloa and Ramos to defend Tang Zhenglong, but in the current situation, Tang Zhenglong couldn't get the ball at all in front. It seemed like a waste of two people.

"Okay, just leave Arbeloa alone and you can make your own arrangements."

"OK."

Arbeloa is close to Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, I have some good news for you."

"What good news?"

"Now I'm the only one defending you."

"But the bad news is that you don't have the ball at all."

Tang Zhenglong Khan died.

"I miss Marcelo. He is simpler than you. I like simple children."

The Chinese team worked hard to steal the ball, but Spain was like a Go master, always one step ahead and getting rid of the ball.

Busquets got the ball, but this time he didn't know which tendon was wrong, and his feet were a little slower.

Han Peng immediately rushed over.

Busquets was afraid of being injured, so he dodged for a moment, and the ball fell to Han Peng's feet.

"Brother Long, I stole the ball."

Without any hesitation, Han Peng passed the ball.

Tang Zhenglong saw it and started it immediately.

"Arbeloa, I also want to tell you some bad news."

"..."

Arbeloa knows what Tang Zhenglong means, that is, he cannot guard Tang Zhenglong one-on-one when he is in the club.

Tang Zhenglong takes the ball.

Bosque was shocked.

"Would it be impossible to guard against it?"

Sure enough, Arbeloa was pinned down.

Pique rushed over from the other side. He was Spain's last hope. If he couldn't steal the ball, then Tang Zhenglong would have to do it alone.

"Hahaha, Spain was careless, and the Chinese team's counterattack came. Are you surprised or surprised?" Duan Xuan said with a smile.

Pique suppressed Tang Zhenglong's running route, but at this time Tang Zhenglong showed his incredible secondary acceleration ability.

After passing the ball once, Tang Zhenglong accelerated twice.

Arbeloa knew that it was bad, Tang Zhenglong's second acceleration was simply unstoppable.

"I'm sorry, Don."

Arbeloa puts the shovel down.

He kicked Tang Zhenglong on the calf.

ah!!!!

The whole audience was shocked. This scene was too violent, and it ruined the Chinese team's chance to score.

The referee came over and there was no doubt that Arbeloa was given a red card.
To be continued...