Penalty kicks may represent the greatest luck on the court, even in top competitions such as the World Cup. For example, in the quarter-finals of the World Cup in South Africa, Ghana had a chance to defeat Uruguay in overtime, but forward Gian missed the penalty.
A penalty kick resulted in the team subsequently losing the penalty shootout. Not to mention Robert Baggio, a well-known example in world football.
Therefore, Wang Dalei's penalty save directly caused the morale of both sides to wax and wane, and the Saudi team was immediately relieved.
The Chinese team then took advantage of the situation and launched a quick counterattack. Zheng Zhi passed the ball diagonally from the backcourt and directly connected with the left midfielder Sun Ke. This desperate Saburo, who even Yi Zhe admired, cut inside and shot a low shot with his right foot directly.
Running towards the goal, he almost got stuck in the blind spot.
"Oh! Sun Ke! The Chinese team is bound to be lucky if it survives a disaster. Yi Zhe will definitely not be satisfied with the 1:0 advantage. It is only a matter of time before he scores!"
It's rare for He Wei to say such a thing, and many fans also expressed their support in the online comment area. It's rare for everyone to have such a consensus.
"Yi Zhe is truly a golden boy, he controls the field so well!"
"I'm kidding, Yi Zhe is so good in the Bundesliga now that he can destroy anyone he sees. Coming to Asia can't be considered a dimensionality reduction attack. The situation in Saudi Arabia today is like a professional amateur..."
"And with Yi Zhe here, the national team obviously has confidence. Everyone knows there is a backbone."
"So I still have to study abroad and see high-level events before I can be confident!"
Yi Zhe retreated to the backcourt, with a one-goal advantage in hand. Saudi coach Olaroiu replaced him with a fast forward Sahrawi. It was obvious that he was going to fight for his life.
Yi Zhe began to retreat to the midfielder position, and at the same time shouted towards the backcourt: "Brother Zhi, hold on!"
Having just experienced a penalty scare, Yi Zhe didn't want to learn this lesson again. No one can stay lucky forever.
Sure enough, the Saudi team started a long pass from the backcourt. The strong Hazard got directly stuck between the two central defenders and completed the header strongly.
"Danger! Zheng Zhi is not stuck in position! Ren Hang's state today is really not on the same page as the team..."
Every team will have a weak defender. Yi Zhe doesn’t know how this genius who can partner with Brother Zhi got into the national team...
Fortunately, the opponent's speed is not that fast, at least in his eyes, it is nothing, so this hole can still be filled.
"Yi Zhe! Hahahaha! Will Sahrawi, who just came on the field, think that he has defeated the Chinese team's defense? But now the Saudis should have a better memory. They must remember Yi Zhe not only on the defensive end, but also on the offensive end.
Yi Zhe is also an existence that is incomprehensible to them!"
The whole process went back more than 30 meters. When Yi Zhe steadily intercepted the ball at the edge of the penalty area, the Saudi commentators expressed their despair for the game: "The Chinese team has Yi Zhe, which is unfair! For all Asian players
For the team, the Chinese team is like holding the sword of God."
The next second, Yi Zhe was indeed dominating the game on the court, continuously changing directions and accelerating past the two Saudi team members. It was as if he could hear the Saudi commentary at this moment. Since he had brought out the gods, he should accept this ending.
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"Sure enough! Yi - he is here - alala lala..."
Yi Zhe went directly to the edge of the penalty area and aimed a low shot at the goal, causing the Saudi defenders to fall to the ground in a hurry to block it, and finally missed the post by a hair.
Yi Zhe turned around and glanced at his teammates: "Let's do it again! They can hardly run anymore!"
But the game was almost eighty minutes old, and not many people could still run like this. The intensity of this game had far exceeded that of the domestic league, and people like Yi Zhe, who had played in the Bundesliga all year round, still had plenty of physical fitness.
"Third brother, give me the ball!"
Yi Zhe simply took over the ball in the frontcourt from Hao Junmin. After getting the ball, he dribbled directly towards the penalty area from the front and accelerated. He flicked his right foot back and forth at the top of the penalty area, knocking out the Saudi central defender Dosari.
Huh. But the Saudis were united in their own territory. At least four or five legs crossed over to shovel Yizhe, knocking him down with the ball, and both his left and right legs hit Yizhe's legs at the same time.
The Chinese fans at the scene booed loudly.
"Idiot! Red card!"
"What the hell! How dare you do anything to Brother Zhe!"
But Yi Zhe quickly stood up slowly with a grin on his face, he had long been used to it.
"Zhe, are you okay?" Hao Junmin ran up to ask immediately.
Yi Zhe shook his head: "Third brother, calm down. Even their fouls are worse than those in the Bundesliga!"
Seeing Yi Zhe put the ball away and stand at the top of the arc in front of the penalty area facing the wall, He Wei's worry immediately turned into excitement.
"Great! Yi Zhe is going to take the penalty himself. The Saudis will have to pay the price for this foul!"
The broadcast camera moved to Yi Zhe's face, and he closed his eyes. Although he was already familiar with it, he still relived the simulated training scene of the Full Moon Scimitar.
"Yi stands in front of the ball and must remain completely vigilant! He has an unheard-of skill: he can score a penalty goal with his eyes closed!" The tone of the Saudi commentary already showed that they were panicking.
When the whistle blew, Yi Zhe took a running start and drew a wonderful arc from the head of Dosari, the first height of the Saudi defense, floating in the air and heading straight for the goal.
Saudi goalkeeper Enazi had tried his best to reach the goal with his right hand, but the arc of the ball was beyond his ability to predict. After bypassing the wall, it continued to spin strongly, and even went towards him with topspin a second before it reached his hand.
The top of his arm.
The whole person fell into the goal, and he could only watch the ball hit the net.
"Hey - the ball has gone in! It has indeed gone in! It is indeed Yi Zhe! Yi's arc cuts across the sky of Brisbane Stadium, and Yi Zhe's full-moon scimitar is unsheathed at the Asian Cup!"
This was also the goal that sealed the victory. In the end, the Chinese team defeated Saudi Arabia 2:0 and got off to a good start.
Yi Zhe, who was passing and shooting, was of course the most watched man of the match, but after the game, he ran to the sidelines, found the cute little ball boy, took off his jersey, and didn't even exchange jerseys with his opponents.
I agreed and gave it to the child instead.
"I want the football, I don't want the jersey, Yi!" The little ball boy still refused to accept it.
Yi Zhe smiled: "Can you tell me your name?"
"Stephen."
Yi Zhe nodded, squatted down and touched the child's head: "I can't give you the football now, Stephen, do you want a surprise?"
The caddy nodded.
"I promise your wish will come true."
In an interview after the game, facing reporters' questions about the good start, Yi Zhe said two sentences: "First, I wish Brother Big Lei a happy birthday. This victory is the gift agreed upon by the whole team, and we did it. Second.
, the biggest contributor is not me."
The reporters were stunned for a moment.
"Thanks to Stephen, he is our lucky star."
Yi Zhe had no intention of keeping this "secret". A twelve-year-old caddy became popular in China with Yi Zhe's Full Moon Scimitar and the Chinese team's good start.