"Hello everyone, welcome to watch the first round of men's football group D at the 26th Olympics."

"China vs. Brazil."

"I am the host Huang Jianxiang, and the person sitting next to me is Liu Jianhong and Liu Guidance."

"Guide Liu, what do you want to say about the starting lineup of both sides in this game?"

"Hello everyone, I'm Liu Jianhong."

After taking Huang Jianxiang's words, Liu Jianhong coughed: "In this game, Brazilian coach Zagalo has lined up a 352 formation and is full of offensive capabilities."

"The goal line is No. 1 goalkeeper Dida, a player from Brazil who plays for Cruzero's first team."

"It is worth mentioning that Dida is the first black goalkeeper of the Brazilian national team after the Maracana tragedy in 1950."

"Although Dida performed well in Cruzero, many people in Brazil still questioned Dida's skin color when summoned him to the national team to participate in such an important game as the Olympics. For the black guys, they may only have one chance to make mistakes...see this ball!!!"

Just when Liu Jianhong was about to talk about the history of Brazil's football team, the ball flew from the backcourt of the National Olympic Team at a speed visible to the frontcourt. Qu Shengqing stuck Robert Carlos with his body on the right side, and broke his right foot back. The ball fell on Qu Shengqing's side bone and instantly bounced forward more than three meters away.

Where have you ever seen Robert Carlos from far South America catch this way? Even in Milan City, Italy, no one can smoothly stop the ball so far.

He staggered under his feet. Although he had earned the ball position, Qu Shengqing had already left with joy.

"Haha, the sea is wide and the fish leaps, and the sky is high and the birds fly. Who can stop me now?" Qu Shengqing looked happy, and chased the ball in three or two steps, strode through the empty side corridor, while running and observing the running position in the middle.

Yu Guangzhong glanced secretly, and Carlos, who was thrown away, was already chasing him. Seeing that he was about to touch the ball again, Qu Shengqing was amused: "Little dwarf, you still want to catch up with me?"

"bass!"

With a crisp sound, Qu Shengqing swung his right foot and kicked the ball into the Brazilian penalty area.

Xie Hui and Yang Chen had already been in line in the crowd. Li Xiaopeng, a Shandong young player who was recruited for the last training camp, was also hiding at the back point and ready to find a bargain at any time.

But at this moment, a black shadow enveloped the Brazilian team's penalty area. All the white-shirted and purple-leading national Olympic team members were shocked, raised their heads in horror, and watched a pair of big heads take off the ball in the air.

"I'm a big fuck, this dark guy is so tall!"

At this moment, whether it was Xie Hui or Yang Chen, facing Dida, who was as tall as 1.95 meters, a feeling of powerlessness in his heart.

Seeing that the ball was confiscated by the opponent, Xie Hui gave Qu Shengqing on the sideline, then made another gesture, telling the opponent to stay away from the goalkeeper next time the ball was crossed.

Qu Shengqing curled his lips. It would be nice if I was a assault striker to pass you, and there were some picks and picks! Next time I won’t pass you, just rush in and see who can stop me!

After landing, Dida did not care about the national Olympic team beside her. She ran forward two steps and threw the ball hard, throwing the ball to Zemalia's feet.

Zemaria stopped the ball with her arch, raised her eyes and kicked the ball into the open space in the left front.

Peng Weijun turned around, swung his legs quickly, and chased the ball as fast as possible.

At this moment, a bright yellow color appeared from outside the camera, surpassing Peng Weijun at a speed visible to the naked eye, and hit the ball first.

When they saw the person clearly, the Brazilian fans in the stands shouted, as if they had seen the future.

Seeing that No. 18 was running further and further, Peng Weijun knew that his speed alone could not catch up with the other party. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and tightly pinched the lower left side of the "18" number.

"Yo, it's done?"

Seeing the players in front suddenly slowing down, Peng Weijun was delighted. He didn't expect that his unintentional mistake would actually work.

But just as he wanted to squeeze the other party away from the side, the other party seemed to have eyes on his body, and at the same time followed Peng Weijun to move a small step in the same direction, instantly blocking Peng Weijun's route.

"Damn, this guy is so lucky?"

Just as Peng Weijun was cursing, he suddenly felt an unparalleled pull from his arm. He suddenly stretched forward and his arms were stretched out instantly, almost dislocated. In addition, Peng Weijun subconsciously took a step forward and ran with the other party.

"Late..."

Before Peng Weijun could express his word "若", a familiar figure appeared beside him at some point.

Sun Jianjun struggled with his two eyes, turned his head, and looked at Peng Weijun, who was also surprised. His hands were firmly "hanged" under the No. 18 jersey, just like Peng Weijun.

"It was Brazil's 20-year-old young player Ronaldo who dribbled the ball."

"Don't look at his young age, he is already a World Cup champion and Eredivisie champion."

"In Eindhoven, he also won the title of the youngest shooter in Eredivisie."

"Just just now, I shook away the Sun Jianjun who was coming to meet..."

Seeing the young Brazilian player who was slamming across the screen, both Huang Jianxiang and Liu Jianhong exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts.

Such wild power and just-right dribbling allowed him to enter a state of no one in the national Olympic defense line. He overcomes all the way, and his power is unstoppable, and the national Olympic defense line is like paper.

"Stuck it, squeeze him out!"

Zhang Lanhua yelled, but was still one step late.

Wu Chengying only felt a flash of figure in front of her. The Brazilian player who was driving the ball in front of her instantly seemed to have become a "two-headed man". Her body stiffened and the next second, Ronaldo was driven by the ball by her side.

Peng Weijun and Sun Jianjun behind him only felt that the jersey in their hands was moving slightly to one side, and suddenly a force that was unmatched moving horizontally in the opposite direction was generated. In an instant, both of them let go of their hands and watched the No. 18 team members leave.

Seeing that Ronaldo was about to enter the penalty area from the right side, Zhang Jianhua, who served as the central defender, did not hesitate and stepped directly towards Ronaldo. His posture was like a suicide squad named by a non-commissioned officer on the battlefield, and he did not seem to have planned to come back with a face.

Just then, a loud roar suddenly rang behind Zhang Liuhua.

"People! Fuck people!"

The situation on the court is changing rapidly, and there is no way for players to communicate with too many words.

Some commands and reminders are often composed of only a few simple Chinese characters, even a few notes, or a roar with a special tone.

As for whether the teammates can understand it, it depends on whether there is a tacit understanding during training.

Fortunately, Zhang Yanhua was very attentive during training with Ou Chuliang. For the friendship between the women's football girls, Zhang Yanhua got along with Ou Chuliang for no reason and communicated with each other to practice.

At this moment, when he heard Ou Chuliang's roar, Zhang Kuanghua's ears raised, and his eyes burst into light that was known as the new life.

In the green field, the No. 4 National Olympic Team player was seen running high-speed from the side, and in a stamina, hit Ronaldo with his shoulders.

The strong impact caused Ronaldo to flash, and the center of gravity was unstable and moved two steps horizontally to the outside. Zhang Jianhua was even worse. It was obvious that he was determined to hit someone but he staggered and fell to the ground after hitting someone.

Bang!

In the dust that was lifted, Zhang Jianhua looked up and saw a purple ball lying in front of him at some point, with a black and white ball in his arms.

"Suck~~~~~"

Ronaldo's extraordinary and breakthrough were completed in a flash. It was not until Ou Chuliang, who abandoned the goal and ran to the sideline of the penalty area, confiscated the ball, and all the fans watching the game exhaled the breath that was sucked into their lungs.

"Don't you, this foreigner can survive this?" Grandpa Ou clapped his hands, and the red sandalwood rocking chair behind him immediately shook. Grandpa Ou, who had his feet on the ground, sat firmly on the chair, and his eyes were filled with anger.

Only one step away, only one step away!

Only one step away, Ronaldo can walk the ball away from Ou Chuliang's feet, thus facing the empty goal directly.

But just as Zhang Jianhua knocked away Ronaldo, Ou Chuliang used the thunderous momentum to pounce on the ball and directly lay down and hugged the ball.

When Ronaldo, 20, saw that he had no hope of touching the ball, he had to raise his foot lightly, allowing Ou Chuliang's left foot to bypass the opponent.

After turning around, the Brazilian team member who smiled and showed a rabbit teeth, bent down and helped Ou Chuliang up. On the screen, the two seemed to say something face to face, and then smiled on both faces.

"What a terrible impact. Just like this, he tore open the entire defense line of the National Olympic Games in an instant." Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but sigh after swallowing his heart back into his stomach.

"This is the gap between the Chinese team and the world's top teams." Liu Jianhong commented pertinently, "In Asia, our players can occasionally gain advantages in physical confrontation; but facing world-class strong teams, even in Brazil, which is famous for its skills, the players' one-on-one confrontation still has obvious disadvantages."

"Let's watch the replay just now. Look, it's just this. Ronaldo wisely kicked the ball in the opposite direction of Sun Jianjun turning his head. Taking advantage of the moment when Sun Jianjun turned his head, he rushed past him." Huang Jianxiang introduced to the replay.

"Yes, I'll pass the ball of Wu Chengying. Although Wu Chengying faces Ronaldo face to face, you see that he is wandering left and right, Wu Chengying can make the opponent break through easily without even reacting."

Liu Jianhong also shook his head and criticized the players on the field. "If Zhang Lanhua hadn't deliberately hit this, it might have been possible that Ronaldo could have overtaken Ou Chuliang from the outsider just by speed."

Although he is a football commentator, he is not on the court and cannot be immersive.

Wu Chengying was still shaking her head and thinking about why she was stunned just now, but Peng Weijun and Sun Jianjun walked together and discussed what they were about. They stretched out their hands so that the other party could clearly see their palms, but their eyes were full of fear.

Although the vague broadcast signal was not clearly photographed what Sun Jianjun and Peng Weijun had, they knew each other well.

Both hands were the one that had just grabbed Ronaldo's jersey. In the palms of the two of them, there was a clearly visible red mark from their wrists to their fingertips. Even the nails of Peng Weijun's index finger had been split open, and the gurgling blood from the flowing out dyed the nails purple.

"I feel like I'm pulling the train!" Sun Jianjun complained as he looked at Ronaldo's back, "Just just now, people didn't take us two normal people seriously!"

"Is this still a human? He is just a cow, an alien!" Peng Weijun put his index finger in his hand and sucked it, with anger full of nowhere to vent.

The blood is salty, but the heart is bitter.
Chapter completed!