"Don't move, mine!"

The moment the sound came out, Zhang Liuhua subconsciously moved half a step to the right, and the No. 32-carried Masashi Zhongshan was unable to brake, and his chin almost hit Zhang Liuhua's shoulder.

Click!

A sound of water splashes sounded in front of the Chinese team's goal. Ou Chuliang, who was flying forward, instantly hugged the ball and rolled on the ground. He got up and swung his long arms behind him, throwing the ball to Wu Chengying on the side.

Since the beginning of the game, Ou Chuliang has been in excellent condition and full of energy.

Every interception and every catch is so smooth and natural, without any drag.

Rard's pre-match motivation sounded a little mysterious, and even Ma Mingyu, General Fan and others couldn't hear it.

But for Ou Chuliang, the restlessness in his heart never stopped.

For him, if he can't go to the World Cup, what's the point of living?

Three games, three losses, zero playing time.

This is an eternal pain for Ou Chuliang.

Only the World Cup can be compensated.

From the moment he joined Jianlibao, he swears that no one can stop him from going to the World Cup!

Since the start of the game, Zhang Aohua has also played very comfortably. Every command from Ou Chuliang will make him react subconsciously, and there is no need to think too much about it. The technical movements made by his body just fit the goalkeeper.

The tacit understanding formed by this conditioned reflex cannot be given by any goalkeeper. Even the club's teammates Chen Gang and Han Wenhai, Zhang Jianhua did not find such a seamless connection feeling in them.

Looking at Ou Chuliang who quickly retreated from his side to his position after throwing the ball, Zhang Yanhua felt a sense of security from the bottom of his heart.

With such a goalkeeper guarding the rear, what are we afraid of?

With such a goalkeeper standing on the goal line, what reason do we have to beat Japan?

The most difficult top ten games have been passed, and now there is only one game left, and the opponent is still the old enemy of the Japanese team.

The power left by the older generation of international players still exists, and the players even feel a little superior when they face the Japanese team.

The simplest point is that when entering the field, the players on both sides stood in two rows, and fans could clearly see that the Japanese players were one shorter on average.

If the "HK fear" in the past two years is the result of malicious media hype, no one has ever said that the Chinese team cannot even win the Japanese team.

Yes, what are we afraid of when facing Japan?

Maybe we can really go to the World Cup this time!

At this point, Wu Chengying's eyes lit up. He accelerated his feet and suddenly surpassed Ming Bohao half a position.

"What is he going to do?"

Before Ming Bohao could react, a red figure stopped him at some point, scaring him to slow down immediately to avoid tripping on the other party’s feet and falling.

"Is he crazy?"

Just like when overtaking, he ignored the feeling of the car behind the car, Wu Chengying's incision did not consider the inertia of Ming Bohao's running, and he didn't even think about whether the other party would "step on the brakes". He moved over in a domineering manner and drove the ball from Ming Bohao to rush over.

Looking at Wu Chengying's back, Ming Bohao gritted his teeth with hatred.

"It's so savage! Boy, you won't be so lucky next time!"

No one expected that Wu Chengying would break away from Mai Bo Ho's defense in this way. By the time Naoki Saoma wanted to make up for the position, Wu Chengying had already brought the ball to the front of the penalty area.

"Wu Chengying cut inside!" With Huang Jianxiang's commentary, the hearts of fans across the country also rose.

“Yi Shun…”

"Still dribbling the ball..."

When he saw Wu Chengying pulling horizontally away from Naoki Satoshi, Huang Jianxiang couldn't guess what he was going to do next.

Wu Chengying rarely dribbles forward on the court, and even attacks often runs along the sideline to the bottom line and passes from the bottom.

Continuous incisors like today are rarely seen in the reports of Takashi Takeda's players, let alone those Japanese players who defend him.

Just as all the fans were guessing how Wu Chengying would handle the ball, Wu Chengying gave the answer the next second.

Taking advantage of the gap between the Japanese players and other teammates, Wu Chengying suddenly kicked and pulled the ball directly on the front of the foot.

Whoosh!

In the wind and rain, the ball whistled and flew straight to the Japanese team's goal.

"Wu Chengying's long shot?!!"

Bang!

Kawaguchi, who was highly focused, could fly sideways and block the ball from the bottom line with a single fist.

"Woo~~~" Seeing that Wu Chengying's shot failed, a whimper from Chinese fans came from the stands.

"this..."

"The quality of Wu Chengying's shot is quite high." Huang Jianxiang hurriedly set his personality for Wu Chengying's shot.

Logically speaking, Wu Chengying from the left wing guard has no right to fire in this position, but when he kicked the ball within the extremely high-quality goal frame, all doubts disappeared.

"Xiao Hei, you've played well!" Ma Mingyu came up and patted Wu Chengying on the shoulder to show encouragement.

"Yes." Wu Chengying snorted lightly, but the eyes that looked at the Japanese team goal were full of hostility.

"Guide Zhang, the Chinese team has played very smoothly during this period." Taking advantage of the corner kick, Huang Jianxiang and Zhang Lu chatted.

"That's right, the Chinese team had four shots in the first ten minutes, and they all hit the goal frame, and one of them scored. I think it's because of this goal that the Chinese players are so comfortable to play."

"I didn't expect Sun Jihai's good start would bring such great encouragement to the whole team."

On the court, Sun Jihai shook his wet hair.

The continuous drizzle made every athlete with long and curly hair unable to maintain their head shape.

But even so, Sun Jihai was still retained by the habit of shook his head.

It was a corner kick again, another chance to score.

Standing in a familiar position, there was a defensive player who was specifically watching him in front of him.

Looking back at the opening goal, Sun Jihai actually didn't feel anything.

He just stood at the position he should stand according to his usual training. When the ball appeared in front of him, he didn't hesitate, so he stretched his head and then scored the goal.

For Sun Jihai, this may be the easiest goal he scored in the top ten games! So much so relaxed, Sun Jihai didn’t feel too much joy, just regarded it as an ordinary exercise.

If the score had not been rewritten to 1 to 0, Sun Jihai would have thought it was a dream.

That was a wonderful dream.

Gradually, as the game progressed, Sun Jihai suddenly saw something from the fierce gaze of the Japanese players.

Tension, stress, threat, anxiety, fear, and uneasiness!

It turned out that this goal actually caused such a huge burden on the opponent!

Looking at Suhiro Yamaguchi who was inseparable from him and was facing a great enemy, Sun Jihai suddenly thought, maybe, the Chinese team can really enter the World Cup this time!

At this point, Sun Jihai immediately thrust his waist, squeezed away Yamaguchi Suhiro in front of him, and jumped high backwards.

The ball that landed at the back point again was a bit too large, and Sun Jihai almost broke his neck, and then he barely touched the ball with his forehead.

With a crisp bang, the ball hit Sun Jihai's forehead and flew out of bounds from above the Japanese team's crossbar.

It was not until the Japanese players saw the ball go out of bounds that they let out a sigh of relief.

"Cross the back point..."

"I'm looking for Sun Jihai again..."

"Sun Jihai headed the ball..."

"Oh, the top of the ball is a bit big."

"But Sun Jihai has tried his best. He jumped so high, and it is not easy to touch the ball..." When Huang Jianxiang looked at the slow-motion replay from another angle, he explained the reason why Sun Jihai's ball was not of high quality.

The fans did not complain about the young player's "bad skills" and gave Sun Jihai a free applause.

Being able to hit the corner kick again under the opponent's strict defense shows that Sun Jihai has excellent sense of grabbing points. What's more, Sun Jihai scored a goal before!

Kawaguchi was a little confused in front of the goal. He had already stopped halfway through two consecutive runs, and the two numbers "20" pleated on his black jersey.

He looked around, two full-backs, Naoki Ma and Akira Ma, were retreating and receiving the ball. But Wu Chengying and Sun Jihai were both within six or seven meters of their range. As long as he passed the ball to his teammates on the side, the two of them would definitely speed up and grab it.

This is too risky!

Kawaguchi can only look at the midfield if he can survive.

The continuous light rain more or less interfered with Kawaguchi's vision. He could not see Hideho Nakada in the midfield, nor could he see Ninho Hattori.

Are they missing?

No!

They were defended by Chinese players!

Looking down at the football field, you can see that the Chinese team's three-back formation is standing very high.
To be continued...