After Qu Shengqing was out, since the National Olympic Team had no substitution quota, he could only fight with 10 people.

Looking at the "4" raised by the fourth official on the sidelines, all ten people on the National Olympic Games swallowed.

Victory is getting closer and closer to them.

It’s a dragon or an insect, success or failure is here!

In the 91st minute, Zemalia No. 2 ran up and threw out the ball from the side. Wadao blocked and stopped with her chest. While blocking Shensi with her body, she swept the ball to the bottom line with her kick.

Ronaldo entered the 18th at the extreme speed. Although he had run for 90 minutes, his speed could still surpass most of the national Olympic defense players.

In front of the bottom line, Ronaldo stepped around, and neither moved his upper body or straddled his feet, he did not shake off Yao Xia who was guarding him.

In desperation, Ronaldo could only forcefully squeeze into the inside, trying to use his body to break through Yao Xia's defense.

But Yao Xia, who had just changed into the field, was full of energy and used his body to block Ronaldo. Seeing that the alien could not control the ball, he could only stretch out his last kick and kick the ball into the middle.

Unintentionally inserted willows into the shadows, and the ball was passed just right. Ou Chuliang just turned around at the front post, but Juninho, near the penalty spot, had already jumped high, shook his head in the air, and pushed the ball towards the far corner.

Whether it is passing or attacking, the opponent takes the lead, and the header is still in the far corner. Ou Chuliang, who is standing in the near corner, can only watch the ball fly to the goal.

Bang!

A sound that broke all Brazilians' hearts and Juninho's header hit the junction of the post and the crossbar and bounced back toward the field.

This time, no one had any Ou Chuliang's reaction quickly.

The young general of the National Olympic Games robe stepped forward with a quick step, took off the ball with one leg, and hugged it firmly in his arms.

Seeing that the attack was hopeless, the Brazilians could only retreat like a tide.

However, Ou Chuliang's big kick was still intercepted by the Brazilian from the midfield. After three passes and two personal breakthroughs, the ball came to the front of the National Olympic penalty area again in less than a minute.

Bebeto pulled the ball to the right, and after Wu Chengying and Yu Huiwei made continuous tackles, they finally lost the ball. However, just when Sun Jianjun wanted to step forward and kick the ball away, a yellow figure flashed and drove the ball away from his feet again.

"Carlos!" Huang Jianxiang exclaimed.

However, the Brazilian left-back still did not perform a miracle. Before he entered the National Olympic penalty area, Li Ming, who arrived in time, directly put the shovel and threw him to the ground.

Carlos, who had fallen to the ground and rolled twice, lay down in the National Olympic penalty area with his face facing up, covering his face with both hands. He himself knew that just as soon as he moved forward one meter, the free kick turned into a penalty kick.

Li Ming did not say much about the referee's yellow card, but stood together with his teammates and became a wall of people.

The place for the foul was on the edge of the penalty area. This time, Ou Chuliang actually arranged 6 people's walls!

"If nothing unexpected happens, this is the last chance for Brazil." Huang Jianxiang said softly.

"Yes, there is not much time left for the Brazilian team." Liu Jianhong also nodded.

There is only one person missing and so many people are used to set up a wall, so why don’t you be afraid of the other party’s sneak attack?

"Don't talk too much, just listen to me!" Ou Chuliang snorted coldly and glared Zhang Jianhua back.

It has reached the last moment and no mistake can be allowed. If Brazil scores at this critical moment, then the efforts of the National Olympic Team will be in vain.

Only by fighting to the death can you get one point. There are two group matches in the next. How can these "remnants" fight?

The six neatly stood in a diagonal line in the penalty area, leaving only a small gap between the wall and the goal, but was blocked by Ou Chuliang with his arms spread out.

The other three people stood beside each other, and while blocking the position, they were also wary of the other party's shooting.

Carlos frowned. He had already set the valve core, but he didn't know how to kick this free kick.

At the beginning of the 20th century, Brazil had many free kick masters. Not to mention Carlos, players like Rivaldo, Ronaldo, and Savio were actually very good at free kick skills.

But unfortunately, Carlos and Juninho are still standing in front of the ball at this time, and Juninho is not Juninho the little one.

Juninho Paulista, commonly known as the Great Juninho, is far from the peak of later generations.

After distinguishing between Juinionho, Ou Chuliang was relieved and asked the wall to help him defend a goal, because another free kick master who could kick out the fallen leaves might be shining shoes for his teammates in Gremio.

This is a big bet!

Not only did Ou Chuliang bet that the opponent would not choose to attack the goal from the human wall, but also bet that his teammates could sacrifice themselves like Qu Shengqing before when facing the opponent's powerful shot.

After making all preparations, Ou Chuliang patted his face hard to make himself more energetic.

This is the last kick, the last kick. Ou Chuliang, you have to come on!

While constantly cheering himself up, Carlos began to help with his habitual small steps.

Left foot? Right foot? Internal rotation? External rotation?

At such a close distance, Carlos did not help too far, and there was not much time left for Ou Chuliang to consider.

boom!

A loud blast sounded again at the front of the National Olympic Games penalty area. In front of the goal line, Ou Chuliang fell to the ground decisively to the left and stretched his body.

Bang!

Dust and smoke flew in front of the National Olympic Games goal, and rushed forward with both fists.

Walking around the ground with the wind and rocks, black and white Cuju into the yellow sky!

This time, Carlos' powerful shot from his right foot hit Ou Chuliang's outstretched fist accurately.

When he saw Ou Chuliang reject Carlos' free kick again, all the national Olympic fans sighed from the bottom of their hearts, including the players on the field.

"It's good... the disaster... I've avoided it again..."

Just when everyone was stunned, Ou Chuliang quickly got up from the ground and chased the flying ball.

On the other side of the penalty area, Rivaldo, who was hidden behind Ronaldo, suddenly broke out and faced the ball, and there was no National Olympic team player next to him who was following the defense.

"Ou Chuliang saved again..."

"Danger!"

"Rivaldo!!!"

Amid Huang Jianxiang's screams, Ou Chuliang was striding forward with an indomitable aura.

His face was grim and his brain was spinning rapidly. Based on Rivaldo's figure, he thought and judged all his next moves.

The ball that Ou Chuliang flew with both boxing was rotating heavily backwards. Rivaldo was too fast to brake, and he stepped on the oil on his left foot.

In desperation, the Wadao could only turn sideways and swing his right foot to aim at the ball.

But at the moment of touching the ball, I suddenly felt like I thought of something.

"not good!"

Looking at the eyes of the tile knife suddenly becoming firm, Ou Chuliang thought to himself that something was wrong. He thrust his waist and speeded up again, and rushed towards the tile knife like a tiger going down the mountain.

Bang!

When Rivaldo's right foot was stuck together with the ball, there was no muffled sound of the leather foot and the leather colliding in the penalty area. The ball hit the tile knife and raised its toes and flew lightly into the air.

"A shot..."

Seeing this, Huang Jianxiang felt his heart broken.

Ou Chuliang is good everywhere. Not only is he good at goal line skills, but he is both top-notch with pressure and competition ability.

Only in the defense of high-altitude balls, he is far inferior to those goalkeepers who are ten centimeters or even more than ten centimeters taller than him.

Some balls that others can reach with their feet, while Ou Chuliang has to jump high to get there.

This is a congenital deficiency and it is impossible to make up for it through acquired efforts.

At this moment, all the top scouts and coaches around the world are watching the screen.

Is it the Brazilian midfielder who is about to land in Europe the first game, or is it the rising stars in the Eastern continent better?

Especially La Coruna, they want to see with their own eyes whether the Brazilian bought from Palmeiras for a lot of money is enough!

Just now when Ou Chuliang made a corner kick and collided with Ronaldo, Rivaldo discovered that the weakness of this young player with almost omnipotent guarding the whole game was on the high altitude ball.

So at the last moment, the Wadao changed the originally planned volleyball to a sling shot.

This is a fatal blow to a goalkeeper with an official height of only 1.85 meters.

Looking at the ball gradually rising above his head, Ou Chuliang stepped on the ground with one foot and jumped high without thinking.

When he noticed the change in Wadao's eyes, he already guessed that the other party would use this method as the end.

Because of this, Ou Chuliang flew forward without hesitation. Because he knew that it would be too late if he stopped and retreated.

At this moment, Ou Chuliang was like a young eagle that had just jumped out of a bird's nest on a cliff, making the first and last takeoff in his life.

Rivaldo was relieved when he closed his feet. The touch of his toes just now made him realize that the ball would eventually fall into the damn gate.

But just when he wanted to raise his hands to celebrate, he found that when the light in front of him pressed, a purple figure actually raised up with the rising ball.

Ou Chuliang in the air gritted his teeth tightly, looked at the ball getting closer and closer, and slanted across his body with all his might, and stretched out his right hand high.

Bo~

After a second of stagnation, Ou Chuliang's fingertips finally touched the lower part of the football.

Just a light move, the ball rose to an invisible height in an instant.

Then he flew seven or eight meters in the air, gently hit the door lintel, and flew towards the bottom line.

"Beep!beep!!"

Just as everyone was watching the football falling from the air into the boundary, the referee from Mexico blew three times and ended the game.
Chapter completed!