"Kick-off!" Wang Ai shouted in front of everyone in the crowd while jumping on his feet.
The Chinese team is waking up from a dream. At this time, regardless of the condition of Jiang Jin's injury, if the team doctor comes to diagnose on-site and send him off the field, time will be gone. We...we were in the lead!
The national players helped Jiang Jin to the bottom line first and handed it over to the team doctor. Yang Pu, who had just come on as a substitute, raised his hand: "Xiao Wang, I have played goalkeeper. I'll do it! You come on!"
Wang Ai nodded and ran towards the center circle holding the football.
If we follow the traditional habits of the Chinese team, this game will be fine! What else do you want if we draw with Brazil? Not to mention that the goalkeeper is injured and the game is about to end. If you go up and the Chinese team concedes another one, there will be no draw.
What to do?
This is what Wang Ai looks down on, "wanting to win but afraid of losing", or that tactical determination is always wavering. And the most important thing is that in the next few minutes, the Chinese team defended with all their strength, and Yang Pu, who had played as a goalkeeper in who knows how many years,
, a group of defenders who are accustomed to losing the ball and slipping away, and are physically exhausted, can they definitely hold on when facing the extremely powerful Brazilian team?
The referee also knew that time was precious. As soon as Wang Ai and Shao Jia arrived, he quickly blew the whistle to kick off. Wang Ai rushed forward with the ball. Cafu intercepted it a few times and found that he could not grab it. He was also afraid that Wang Ai's free kick skills were not good enough.
He dared to foul easily and had no choice but to force the Brazilian team's midfielder to retreat. This was the moment that truly reversed the crisis in the Chinese team's backcourt.
However, Cafu did not let Wang Ai go. The sweat on his head was splashing everywhere, and his breathing was heavy and rapid. Wang Ai frequently accelerated, decelerated, changed direction, and dribbled, in just a few short seconds from the center circle to the top of the penalty area.
At ten meters, Wang Ai made countless moves, and Cafu passively adjusted himself countless times. The two struggled all the way, and neither could do anything about the other. Wang Ai, who tried his best, even though his physical disadvantage was obvious, he withstood the challenge.
It's still no problem for dozens of seconds.
Finally pushing the football to a position that was enough to threaten the goal, Wang Ai decisively scored the ball. Rivaldo, the Brazilian team's frontcourt, ran back. It was impossible for a single player to score the goal.
At this time, the referee was already looking at his watch frequently.
Zhao Junzhe took two steps after receiving Wang Ai's cross. The Brazilian defender on the opposite side did not forget Zhao Junzhe's dangerous long shot and followed closely. Zhao Junzhe had to pass back to Li Tie, who directly knocked it to Li Tie.
He found Shao Jiayi, who was unguarded on the other side.
Shao Jiayi knew that time was running out, so he tried his best to control his footwork to face the incoming ball, and launched a long-range shot with a wide arc. Looking at the trajectory, it seemed that it was within the goal range! The shocked goalkeeper Max fought hard to save!
"Bang!" A loud noise!
Shao Jiayi and his teammates yelled in annoyance, "Goal post!"
However, Wang Ai did not worry about it. He and Cafu and other Brazilian team members rushed towards the football fiercely. The referee hesitated with his whistle in hand. As a result, Wang Ai took the lead in grabbing the ball near the baseline.
Cafu, Carlos, and Junior were all around or in front of him. Even Ronaldo was helping to defend from a distance. Lucio and Edmilson were all coming one after another.
Wang Ai looked around. If he were older and his physical disadvantage was not so obvious, he would really have the confidence to break through. But now, as long as the opponent turns around and closes the door, he will not be able to hold the ball.
Wang Ai was forced to dribble the ball and run to the sideline to distance himself. At the same time, before Cafu could catch up, he passed the ball back to Li Tie who came to meet Li Tie.
Just as Li Tie was about to make a move, he heard two short and one long whistles.
Li Tie stepped on the ball with his mouth half open and looked at the referee blankly. Swede Anders Frisk pointed to his watch apologetically, you have already timed out. The timeout happened just before the shot.
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If the Chinese team had not performed so well this time, the referee would not have given you any explanation at all.
Li Tie let go of the football in vain. The Jade Emperor gave the Chinese team Wang Ai, and God gave the Brazilians two goalposts. Although Wang Ai tried his best to save the first goalpost and turned it into a goal, the second one failed.
There is no time.
"Let's go, Xiao Wang."
Li Tie walked to Wang Ai and patted Wang Ai, who was covering his forehead.
Wang Ai raised his head and let out a long breath. It was just a little bit worse. However, Jiang Jin could not be blamed. He had tried his best and was still undergoing emergency treatment for bleeding from the nose and mouth. The Chinese team had used wisdom, courage, discipline, and combat readiness to level the two sides.
The absolute difference in strength.
But, I am so unwilling!
Wang Ai, who pursed his lips tightly, walked to the sidelines and walked among the dull teammates.
Suddenly, a storm of applause and cheers erupted from the dull auditorium. The Chinese fans did not expect that they could see such a wonderful offensive battle. Our stumbling national football team could compete with the Brazilian team.
With the fight like this, there is still a chance of victory until the last minute!
We don’t need any more bicycles, this is enough, really, enough!
Ahhh! Ohhh! The unprepared fans roared with all their strength and meaninglessly.
The palms were flapping like crazy, the arms were waving like crazy, and the national flag was undulating like the ocean. I don’t know who started it, but the 30,000 Chinese fans in the audience gradually sang "Singing the Motherland". This sound,
This passion, this melody, is like the surging waves of the boundless sea!
The sudden noise woke up the frustrated Wang Ai. He stared blankly at the countless excited faces on the opposite side, and suddenly felt that his vision was a little blurry. When Li Tie pulled him into the queue and walked to the stands, he tried his best to ask loudly.
: "Brother Tie, are my demands too high? Is my ambition too big?"
Li Tie's answer was to hug Wang Ai's shoulders hard.
In the queue, there was a gray-faced Ma Mingyu, Jiang Jin with a blocked nose, and Hao Haidong on crutches... No matter which stand they walked to, the fans wanted to jump down.
On the other side, all the Brazilian stars rested for a moment tiredly on the field. Such a thrilling situation was really unexpected. The Chinese team failed to score a single goal in the five warm-up matches in the first half of this year. Who would have thought that they would enter the World Cup?
They have become so fierce! They scored 7 goals in two games, and they tied 4:4 with Brazil!
Cunning Chinese! This must be their deliberate attempt to hide their strength in the warm-up match. Yes, that damn, lucky, despicable...genius No. 13!
Ten minutes later, the two teams thanked the fans and met in front of the main stand. The Chinese in red jerseys and the Brazilians in yellow and green jerseys were finally freed from the tit-for-tat confrontation. Different from the slightly excited expressions of the Chinese players, the Brazilians
People looked at these Chinese people who had created huge problems for them with great interest.
The way Xu Yunlong looked at Cafu made Cafu feel a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, he just stood up and pointed at his jersey. Cafu smiled and nodded. This completely activated the Chinese team's crazy fans, and they all came up one after another.
Find your favorite star to exchange.
These shameless people! I said it all in vain! Wang Ai didn’t find anyone, he despised them fiercely, and was about to leave first. Although the fans were satisfied, he was not satisfied yet. After using so much effort,
I have deceived the other party so many times and only got one point. If I had known this, I might as well have given up. You must know that after these deceptive methods are exposed, it will not be easy to use next time and I will have to think of new ones.
Tricks. But the scariest thing is always lying to people, and the persona will be ruined, just like Zhao Xuri now sees that he is a "liar" every time he talks or not.
Wang Ai, who was lowering his head, was suddenly stopped by someone.
An absolutely short man of 1.68 meters, stocky, with a bright head, and the appearance of a complete villain.
Carlos, who deserves to be the focus of this game, and Wang Ai, both scored two wonderful free kicks, which were the key for both sides to save the game.
Wang Ai also had a straight face, and the two of them just stared at each other in silence.
After exchanging jerseys, the players from both sides noticed the confrontation between the two little men. Nearby fans and the coaching staff also discovered this unusual encounter.
Suddenly, Carlos smiled, pointed at Wang Ai's jersey, and then pointed at his own.
Wang Ai looked aside: My jersey is worth more than yours! But he was suddenly slapped on the head. When he looked back, it was Jin Zhiyang.
"Pay attention to foreign affairs discipline! What did the officials of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs tell you before going abroad? Your jersey is not only yours, but also the country's!"
Wang Ai clicked his lips, muttered, and took off his jersey.
The naked two people put each other's wet jerseys on their shoulders. Carlos put his arms around Wang Ai's shoulders, talking and gesticulating. Wang Ai knew that he must know English, but deliberately didn't speak, and even spoke to him in Chinese.
Speak with gestures.
Just when Wang Ai took off his jersey and exchanged with Carlos, the melody of "Singing the Motherland" had gradually dropped, and then a new melody sounded from nowhere. The Brazilians could not understand Chinese, but they were equally familiar with it.
Gradually, they also began to hum this famous song that became world-famous along with "Blue Bridge".
