As Peng Weijun kicked out, a white light flashed in the TV broadcast camera. [.\nCOM The updated chapters of Situ are the most complete and comprehensive, and the error-free content is repaired in the most timely manner. Due to caching reasons, browser access is recommended.\nCOM
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Then the football appeared in the goal.
Switching to the "victim" perspective, the Icelandic players felt as if something exploded in front of their eyes, and the net behind them automatically lifted up without any wind.
They all turned their heads and first saw goalkeeper Smarassen raising his hands and leaning back.
Then he continued to turn his neck, and then he saw the football hitting the net, bouncing off, and falling to the ground inside the goal.
Only then did Smarassen collapse to the ground.
It was as if a bullet had passed through his heart. After the bullet passed through his body, he slowly fell down, covering his heart...
With a slow-motion replay, everyone can see that the football flew into the goal from the side of Iceland goalkeeper Smarassen from the space where Zhou Zijing dodged.
However, the look and feel of a slow-motion shot is similar to that of an ordinary shooting shot. It does not feel "slow" at all...
Before Peng Weijun took the shot, the referee blew his whistle and the Lotus Stadium instantly became quiet.
And now, the cheers are like thunder exploding above everyone's heads!
This stadium is completely boiling!
All Chinese fans jumped up from their seats and hugged everyone they knew or didn't know.
In the stands behind the Icelandic goal, countless die-hard Chinese fans in uniform uniforms waved the national flag vigorously.
The conspicuous five-star red flag rolled up in the stands, like a flame rising into the sky.
Because the football was too fast, He Feng only shouted about half a second after the football had hit the net - it was as if the network was delayed.
"Team China! Team China is ahead! Peng Weijun!
He scored the first goal of this World Cup!
The Chinese team leads Iceland 1:0!”
At the same time, Yan Kang was also shouting: "Beautiful! So beautiful! Peng Weijun's free kick was so beautiful! It was like a heavy cannon, hitting the face! No matter the wall or the bus that Iceland put in front of the goal
...Even an iceberg was smashed to pieces by this cannon! What kind of defender with a knife? This is a 'defender with a cannon'!
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Before this game, "Goal" launched a small online quiz for everyone to guess who will score the first goal for the Chinese team in this game.
Sorted according to the number of nominations.
He came to everyone's expectation and ranked first.
Next, many people supported Chen Xingyi, Luo Kai, Zhou Zijing, etc.
Even Wang Guangwei ranks among the best.
There were only more than 200 people who guessed Peng Weijun. Compared with Hu Lai, who was optimistic by more than 100,000 people, Peng Weijun was like a "firefly" under the "sun and moon". How dare the light of fireflies compete with the sun and moon?
Unexpectedly, it was Peng Weijun who scored the first goal!
Not only is the Chinese team’s first goal in this World Cup, but also the first goal in this World Cup!
Peng Weijun wrote his name into World Cup history with this iconic goal!
After scoring the goal, Peng Weijun did not stand there in a daze. He turned around, opened his arms and ran towards the corner flag area excitedly.
Although his brain has not fully reacted, his body has already responded for him.
However, before he reached the corner flag area, he was stopped by his teammates.
Luo Kai hugged him, and then Chen Xingyi rushed up and dragged him to the ground.
Then more Chinese team players swarmed in and pressed forward.
At this time, Peng Weijun has not yet run out of the Iceland team's penalty area...
In front of the coaching bench on the sidelines, Qin Lin and his fellow coaching staff raised their arms and shouted together to celebrate the goal.
While celebrating, Qin Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief - he finally scored a goal!
If he doesn't score a goal, he is really worried that the team's morale and confidence will be damaged.
He has taken over coaching this team since the 2031 Asian Cup, and the World Cup is his first major competition after coaching the national team.
The first experience was directly like the college entrance examination.
It would be a lie to say I'm not nervous.
He made some arrangements for Iceland before the game. Unexpectedly, after the game started, the game did not develop exactly according to his plan.
He quickly made adjustments under pressure.
If the adjustment fails to achieve the effect, Qin Lin will be in crisis - what to do next? Should he continue to increase his offensive intensity? Or should he adopt a conservative strategy because he is afraid of losing the ball?
He must tell the players the results of his thinking during the halftime break and turn it into the team's tactics for the second half.
There isn't much time left for him.
Fortunately, his adjustment had an immediate effect. The Chinese team took advantage of Iceland's opportunity to attack and launched a successful counterattack, scoring through an indirect free kick in the penalty area.
This ball was like a pressure relief valve, releasing most of the pressure on Qin Lin.
Although he is not the kind of head coach who is always calm, but in the celebration of this goal just now, his celebration was still a little too excited...
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People in the box were cheering and jumping.
Jorge Dillon is no exception.
He also hugged his translator Yu Jintao.
"Qin made the right decision to adjust! He succeeded!"
Yu Jintao heard the feeling of "relief" in the old man's cheers for him, so he smiled and joked: "Relax, Jorge, don't always look at the game from a coach's perspective."
Dillon shot back: "Can you relax before this goal?"
Yu Jintao chuckled: "I'm different. I feel nervous as a Chinese fan."
Dillon showed no sign of weakness: "Now I am also asking for the head coach of the Chinese team as a Chinese fan!"
"..." Yu Jintao was speechless.
Thinking about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong with it...
When Dillon saw that Yu Jintao had stopped talking, he continued: "This goal was scored very well. It makes it impossible for Iceland to continue to set up a bus in front of the goal. But there is not much time left before halftime. I think Hermansson will be there."
Adjustments will be made during the halftime break. Iceland will not continue to defend. They will increase their offensive intensity, but they will still not attack the whole line. The offensive method will still be simple and direct, such as long passes and lobs..."
Yu Jintao joked: "You are not something a Chinese fan can say..."
Dillon's eyes widened: "You look down on Chinese fans? Chinese fans are very professional!"
Faced with Dillon's "pin", Yu Jintao was unmoved. He smiled and said: "Because Chinese fans will not start to calmly analyze what the two sides should do next at this time. They haven't cheered enough yet!"
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He pointed around.
Whether in the box or in the stands, the cheers and celebrations of Chinese fans continued.
Those who hugged, separated and changed directions, and continued hugging.
The waving national flag continues to fly.
This time it was Dillon who was speechless.
Looking at the delighted Chinese fans, Dillon smiled.
In the opening game of the World Cup hosted by your own country, your own country's team takes the lead. How can you be satisfied with just roaring and shaking your fist?
This is a wonderful moment for Chinese football, let them enjoy it more.
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The Chinese players on the field finally ended their celebration. They got up from the ground one after another, and finally pulled Peng Weijun up.
After pulling him up, he slapped his shoulders, back and head vigorously.
"You're so awesome!"
Peng Weijun, who had been praised by everyone, finally came to his senses at this time and realized what he had just done.
He scored a World Cup goal!
And it’s such a crucial goal!
He never thought he could score a goal in the World Cup before.
But think about it now, when Luo Ge asked him to take the free kick, he didn't have any doubts about himself and just agreed.
It's as if he has great confidence deep down in his heart about scoring goals.
It's really strange now that I think about it.
How could he have such confidence?
In the history of the Chinese men's football team, there are only five players who have scored in the World Cup: Hu Lai, Luo Kai, Zhou Zijing, Wang Guangwei and Chen Xingyi.
And now he is the sixth man.
He surpassed many predecessors and celebrities.
This made him feel unreal.
This feeling of unreality didn't disappear until he was slapped hard on the back.
He turned around and saw Zhou Zijing grinning: "You almost hit me with that kick! Fortunately, I dodge quickly!"
Peng Weijun felt aggrieved: "Brother Zhou, didn't you ask me to kick you there?"
Zhou Zijing laughed loudly and slapped Peng Weijun on the shoulder hard: "Good shot! I watched the replay just now, and the football flew in from where I got out of the way. Awesome!"
Someone joked: "Zhou Zijing, you are right in front of the football, and you still need to watch the replay to know how the goal was scored?"
Zhou Zijing said: "I was so busy trying to get out of the way for Xiao Peng, how could I care to see how the goal was scored?"
Hu Lai raised his hand: "I bear witness for the elbow spirit! He was rolling and crawling just now, and his escape was so embarrassing!"
Zhou Zijing: "..."
Everyone: "Hahahaha!"
After laughing, his teammates surrounded Peng Weijun and waved to the Chinese fans in the stands, then turned around and ran back to their own half.
The singing and shouting in the stands continued.
Lotus Stadium is also considered the home court for Peng Weijun.
Because before he went abroad to play football, he was a player for the Lingnan South China Tigers, and the South China Tigers' home stadium was the Lotus Stadium.
He is familiar with the locker room and every inch of the turf of this stadium.
Many of the fans who came here to watch the game today are also local Lingnan fans.
They shouted Peng Weijun's name in unison:
“Peng Weijun! Monkey Sai Lei! Peng Weijun! Monkey Sai Lei! Peng Weijun! Monkey Sai Lei!
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Amidst the familiar cheers, Peng Weijun patted his heart hard at the fans in the stands.
Below the screen of the TV broadcast, two lines of text were printed: