"Ou Chuliang's hand throwing ball is very far away!"

"Tan Ende who found the sidewalk accurately!"

"Tan En had to catch the ball and handed the ball to Xie Hui!"

Huang Jianxiang and Liu Jianhong no longer care about recalling the loss of Cones just now. As the camera moved, fans could clearly see that the National Olympic Team had a 3-to-2 situation in the Hungarian half.

Although there are still three Hungarian defenders who are constantly chasing back, there are only two defensive players left in front of the three forwards of the National Olympic Team.

Xie Hui dribbled the ball very quickly because there was an open space in front of him, and he just kicked the ball far away and tried his best to catch up.

In just three seconds, the camera spanned the entire stadium and arrived at the front of the Hungarian penalty area.

Xie Hui, who was holding the ball, had already stepped on the Hungarian penalty area line, and Tan Ende and Yang Chen also began to intersperse the running position.

Faced with the blockade of the Hungarian defender, Xie Hui raised his toes and subconsciously kicked the ball to the front left, then stepped to chase him.

Seeing this, the two Hungarian defenders immediately surrounded him. Because Yang Chen and Tan Ende had already run to Xie Hui's right side, if Xie Hui could cut off all the pass routes, Yang Chen and Tan Ende would become useless people.

"Cross, pass, pass, pass!" Rad shouted anxiously from the sidelines.

Xie Hui and Qu Shengqing were promoted by him, while Tan Ende and Zhuang Yi were veterans of the Qi Wusheng era.

Now that Tan En has to become Qu Shengqing's substitute, Zhuang Yi has not been selected for the National Olympic Team.

The two had too many differences because of their selection, and now it is time to see the truth!

Such a good counterattack opportunity, if Xie Hui hasn't seized it yet...

But history is inertia. For some players, it is gold and will always shine.

At this moment, Xie Hui, who was alone, suddenly thrust his waist and actually speeded up again. Not only did he not slow down, but he flew forward as he took the last step.

The continuous movements allowed Xie Hui to step out first. When the two Hungarian defenders were in place, the ball had already rolled from under their feet to the middle.

"Xie Hui is crossed!!!"

In Huang Jianxiang's exclamation, the ball passed through the Hungarian goalkeeper's armpit and rolled in front of the Hungarian goal like a tourist.

Tan Ende didn't hesitate anymore and flew forward, trying to push the ball into the door with his toes.

But he was still one step late, watching the ball slip away from him.

"well!"

Tan Ende sighed in his heart, turned his head, and another white figure emerged from behind at some point, and hit the pillar with a "bang".

The rolling ball hit Yang Chen's thigh and bounced towards the goal. When the balls just crossed the goal line, all the Chinese fans in the stands stood up and cheered loudly.

"The ball goes in la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

"Yang Chen!"

"Yang Chen No. 12!"

"Yang Chen scored a goal!"

"The Chinese team took the lead 1-0!!!"

After scoring the goal, Yang Chen stood up slowly with Tan Ende's support, and the huge pain dispelled the joy after scoring the goal. Yang Chen did not run to the sidelines to interact with the audience or seek credit for the coach, but half-holding his right fist and slowly ran back to his half.

But this was enough to arouse the enthusiasm of fans across the country. Some fans even came to the yard to sing a 500-sounding whip without saying a word.

"Old Yang, are you okay?"

The camera was very blurry, but Tan Ende, who was so close to her, could clearly see the painful expression on Yang Chen's face.

"It's okay, it's okay, it hits on my thigh, nothing is wrong!"

"It really hit my thigh? That's good, that's good..." Tan Ende wiped the sweat from his forehead. He saw through it and didn't say it out loud, but he should give his teammates some face.

In order to score this goal, Yang Chen also fought hard. When Yang Chen ignored the goal post and tried hard to grab the point, Yang Chen's image in Tan Ende's heart instantly became taller.

The National Olympic Team is leading, and there is joy on and off the field.

It is a good thing to take the lead, and the rest is to continue working hard and win another game.

After the score was rewritten, Hungary decisively strengthened its defense. And luck did not seem to be on the side of the National Olympic team. Shen Si's push shot hit the post, and Tan En had to be saved headered. Although the National Olympic team attacked like a tide, it was always a little bit short of it.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the score on the field was still 1 to 0.

"God, let time pass faster! I hope the game will be over like this!"

"Yes, yes, stop making trouble! It's enough to end!"

Looking at the changing time and the unmoving score, the fans subconsciously prayed.

"Guide Liu, the latest news, the scores of Nigeria and Brazil are still 0 to 0. Let's analyze what the situation in Group D will be like if the score is concluded."

"If both sides maintain the current score until the end of the game, then Nigeria and the Chinese team will qualify together!" Liu Jianhong said affirmatively after holding the glasses.

"The current qualifying format is beneficial to the Chinese team. Whether the game is maintained or Nigerian goals, the Chinese team will qualify."

"so..."

Just when Liu Jianhong turned around, a noise suddenly sounded in their headsets.

As soon as the noise sounded, Huang Jianxiang felt a little shocked and thought to himself that something was wrong.

Sure enough, after the director's prompt sound, the assistant next to him also handed him a note.

Seeing the above content, Huang Jianxiang felt cold for a moment.

"Ahem... Now I'm inserting a message."

"Latest news, Brazil scored a goal by No. 18 Ronaldo, and Brazil is currently leading 1-0."

The news of Brazil's goal exploded in the hearts of fans like a bombshell.

The faces of fans who understand changed drastically, and fans who don’t understand were also nervous after hearing the explanation.

"Brazil team scores goals, then the Chinese team will score at least two more goals!" Liu Jianhong announced a "unfortunate" news.

"Now China, Brazil and Nigeria have equal points, but the Chinese team does not have a goal difference, while Brazil has two, and Nigeria has two. If the Chinese team does not score goals, then we will still be eliminated."

The news spread quickly, and within a minute, the national Olympic team also learned about Brazil's leading news.

Rad played the cards in his hand in succession and replaced them with two offensive players.

"The Chinese team must hurry up!" Liu Jianhong said seriously. "There is not much time left for the Chinese team!"

After learning that Brazil scored a goal, Xie Hui, Yang Chen and Tan Ende bombed the Hungarian goal indiscriminately. Shen Si, Yao Xia, Sun Jianjun and Zhou Ning also kept rushing forward. Even Li Ming, Zhang Yanhua and Xiao Jian rarely returned to their own half.

Under the command of Rad, the formation of the National Olympic Team became 343.

"Goal, goal!"

When Xie Hui's header hit the crossbar again and flew out of the bottom line, a sigh rang out in the living room again.

"Xiaowei!!!" Seeing a black back of his head blocking his sight again, the squad leader Bai picked up his slippers without saying a word and smashed him at him. "If you can see, look, let's go!"

Everyone in the living room was shocked and shook their necks by the momentum of the squad leader Bai.

"I would have liked Nigeria scored too." The man in glasses sighed.

"You think it's so easy to think it's beautiful!?" Huang Wu curled his lips and retorted.

But in fact, why don’t he think so in his heart?

It would be great if Nigeria could score a goal!

After all, Nigeria scored a goal, it would be much easier than the Chinese team scored two more goals...

Just as fans across the country were praying for Nigeria's goal, the goal result really appeared.

But it's not Nigeria, but Brazil.

"Latest news, Brazil has scored another goal."

"In the 83rd minute, Carlos used a free kick to pierce Nigeria's goal again, expanding the score to 2-0."

Brazil scored another goal?

After hearing this news, all the fans were stunned.

If Brazil scores another goal...

"It would be great if Brazil scored another goal!" The man in glasses said everyone's thoughts again.

In just less than ten minutes, the support of Chinese fans changed from African black buddy to Brazilian.

If Brazil scores another goal, Nigeria's goal difference will change from 1 to 0, which will be the same as the Chinese team's goal difference.

The winner is still unmatched!

"Chinese team, you can also be more proud and get in!"

"In one!"

"In one!!"

"In one!!!"

More than 3,000 Chinese fans at Orlando Stadium stood up and shouted in unison to cheer for the Chinese team.
To be continued...