Vol 3 Chapter 185: smile

When Cahill received the ball, he also saw Zhou Yi, but he did not take Zhou Yi into his eyes at all.
Since Zhou Yi scored, he seems to have lost all his strength, and he rarely runs on the court, much like a wooden pile.
It is impossible for such a person to play a defensive role.
If Zhou Yi's physical fitness is excellent, he can still haunt Cahill, but what can he do now?
Cahill took the ball to the Chinese team's goal and completely ignored Zhou Yi in front.
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"Cahill got the ball! No one was defending him! This is bad!" Liu Hong exclaimed. In fact, he also saw Zhou Yi, but as Cahill thought, Liu Hong did not think What Zhou Yi can do.
The audience in front of the TV was all nervous.
This is a major mistake for the Chinese team's defense!
If it was equalized at the last moment... wouldn’t all previous efforts be in vain?
Zhou Jianliang clenched his teeth, stopped the waist pole, clenched his fists with his hands on his thighs, and the whole body was trembling slightly...
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Zhou Yi watched Cahill rushing towards him with a ball. He was a little surprised at first-is this man blind? Can't you see yourself here?
However, he quickly reacted. The opponent must think that he was exhausted, and standing on the court was the same as non-existence. It was impossible to stop him.
Hello, this is too despising!
Cahill has rushed to Zhou Yi, he put the football to the right, speeding up will pass by Zhou Yi.
Almost everyone can imagine that Cahill will easily break through Zhou Yi and then enter the restricted area!
By then, the Chinese team can only count on the goalkeeper Yang Zhi's bravery...
But at this time, Cahill who killed Zhou Yi suddenly lost his balance!
I saw that Zhou Yi was pulling Cahill's clothes in his hand, and he was shoveling towards Cahill!
But at this time, the football has been taken away by Cahill, he is absolutely impossible to shovel the ball, only shovel... people!
Even pulling. Shovel underfoot. Zhou Yi just put Cahill down on the ground!
Everything happened between the electro-optical flint, and everyone hasn’t reacted yet. Cahill has fallen... He watched the football he pulled out keep rolling, and then was attacked by the goalkeeper Yang Zhi In my arms...
And then. He heard a whistle.
Only then did he react and jumped up from the ground. Raised his hands and yelled at the head referee: "He fouled! Foul!!! This is a foul!!!"
In the nearly hysterical roar of Cahill, Zhou Yi just lay on the ground without raising his arms to signal that he had not touched the other party. He didn't get up to defend himself, he gasped. His chest was violently undulating, and just looking at the night sky in Doha, there was noisiness in his ear.
He heard Cahill's almost desperate scream. He also heard the exclamation of his teammates.
He also heard the mess in the stands.
But these are not important, the important thing is that he did not allow Cahill to drive the ball into the penalty area.
This is more important than anything.
Think of here. Zhou Yi lying on the floor laughed.
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"Cahill breaks through... Zhou Yi! He... shoveled Cahill!" Liu Hong's voice was horrified. "This is this... this is a foul..."
Not just him, almost all Chinese fans in front of the TV, as long as they understand what this means. Both eyes widened, covering their mouths with both hands, looking at the TV screen in disbelief.
Zhou Jianliang was so tight that he shivered slightly, but suddenly he slackened. Then he leaned back and leaned on the back of the sofa, staring blankly at the TV screen.
Li Cuiyun, who didn't know football, followed a lot of games with her son, and understood a little bit what it meant.
She turned her head to look at her husband and got a definite answer from the expression on her husband's face.
Their son... helped the Chinese team reach the finals, but it is very likely that they have missed themselves... the finals!
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The players of the Chinese team saw Zhou Yi shoveling Cahill to the ground and froze for a moment. Cahill jumped up and protested to the referee. He swings his arms, trying to defend Zhou Yi.
But his mouth opened, but he could not speak.
How to justify it?
This is an undisguised, unquestionable... foul!
But even so, the Chinese team's players still surrounded the referee, hoping he could show mercy and only a yellow card.
But everyone knows in fact that if they are breached, they will face the goalkeeper directly. How could the foul of the attacking player be just a yellow card?
However, from the perspective of Australian players, especially from Cahill, even giving Zhou Yi a red card can not calm his anger, because if Zhou Yi does not foul, he will directly hit the penalty area and shoot, he is confident to put football Shoot in. But now... this attack came to an abrupt stop three meters before the Chinese team's penalty zone!
Even if Zhou Yi is punished, this reality cannot be changed.
Australia will get a free kick, but can a free kick be compared to a must-have goal?
Even a penalty kick is better than a free kick!
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"I depend, Zhou Yi!!" Sun Pan exclaimed in the group.
"Alas..." He Ying sighed.
Yang Muge and Guo Nu said nothing.
They also know what this scene means.
In fact, Zhou Yi can directly put Cahill in the penalty area without fouling. Maybe Yang Zhi can stop this shot?
This is actually a self-deceiving idea. If Zhou Yi put Cahill in this way, Cahill would score goals in all cases. No one can guarantee that goalkeeper Yang Zhi can save Cahill's shot, and Zhou Yi has no choice to throw the responsibility to the goalkeeper behind him.
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Gao Hongbo had always been standing on the sidelines. When he saw Zhou Yi's foul, he suddenly squatted down.
One hand is still on the ground.
Fu Bo, the assistant coach next to him, turned his head and couldn't find Gao Hongbo. Looking down, he saw him.
So he squatted down next to Gao Hongbo.
The two men didn't speak, so they looked at the stadium like this, waiting for... the judgment of fate.
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Although there are many people around, there are Chinese players, there are Australian players, but the referee still lined up. Walked up to Zhou Yi. Then he hooked up and gestured to him.
Zhou Yi lay still.
When the referee signaled him to rise for the third time, he slowly sat up, and then sat on the turf like this, looking up at the referee.
After the referee saw Zhou Yi sitting up. He reached out and pulled out a stack of things from his chest pocket with a yellow card. There is a red card and a small book of records.
Then he took the red one out of it.
I don't have to watch it anymore.
He showed Zhou Yi a red card!
"Red card! Zhou Yi... sent off by the red card!" Liu Hong said with a trembling voice. "This is...an irrefutable foul, and it is reasonable to give Zhou Yi a red card...but...but... this way. He will miss the Asian Cup final and miss our game with Japan!
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"Zhou Yi actually... was sent off?!" The Japanese players in front of the TV were also surprised.
This is really the end that no one expected.
The Chinese team will eliminate Australia. But the most threatening and important player of the Chinese team missed the final...
"This is good, the champion is here..."
"It's so risky! I'm so lucky!"
After being surprised, the teammates patted their chests and rejoiced.
Kagawa Kaji also looked at the TV screen in astonishment, deaf to the luck of the teammates around him. No response, as if he and they are people from two different worlds.
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Zhou Yi saw this red card. There was no expression on his face, and he still had the faint smile he had before. Then he got up from the ground and patted his ass. Turn around and walk to the sidelines.
He did not say goodbye to anyone, nor did he explain anything, nor did he justify himself, so he resolutely left the scene. The only exception was that he glanced at Cahill before turning around and leaving.
"...When he fouled, he already knew what would happen to him?" Liu Hong said, looking at Zhou Yi's back. "But he did, without any hesitation, he sent the Chinese team to the final in one hand, but he...thank you, Zhou Yi. Without you, maybe we can't even play in the semifinals..."
Liu Hong said it was sensational, but Zhou Jianliang turned off the TV and then got up.
"Stop watching?" Li Cuiyun asked him strangely.
He did not answer his wife, but walked straight back to the bedroom.
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"If it's for me to guard the goal... he never needs to foul!" Sun Pan gritted his teeth and uttered such a sentence in the group. "Lao Tzu will not let that Cahill score 100%!"
"If you change me on the court, this foul should come to me!" Guo Nu also said.
Yang Muge: "If I were here, I wouldn't let this emptiness appear..."
He Ying: "If I am here, even if this goal is scored, it doesn't matter what the big picture is..."
Then there was a silence in the group. They are not all on the court, they are in faraway Europe, but this scene makes them feel the same.
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Zhou Yi walked off the court, Gao Hongbo got up to meet him, and stretched out his hand in advance. When Zhou Yi held his hand, he pulled Zhou Yi all over him, hugged him, and patted his back .
Nothing, just shoot.
I patted and patted until Zhou Yi said: "Okay, high finger, I have to leave."
Gao Hongbo only released him, and looked at him. Seeing Zhou Yi's face was not sad nor angry, and with a faint smile, he was surprised: "Are you... happy?"
"Why can't you be happy?" Zhou Yi spread his hands, "We are about to enter the finals!"
"but you……"
"I can't play the final? It doesn't matter, just wait another four years." Zhou Yi shook his head with a smile. "It's just about time. It's a high finger. Is your declaration of victory ready?"
He squeezed Gao Hongbo's eyes, then turned and left the player aisle.
Gao Hongbo's eyes continued to chase his back until he disappeared deep in the passage.
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Zhou Yi was sent off with a red card, but the Australian players didn't feel happy and happy at all. Cahill sighed and was about to explode.
Zhou Yi walked so lightly, making him particularly uncomfortable. If Zhou Yi finally cried and did not want to leave, he might feel better in his heart~EbookFREE.me~ As a result Zhou Yi walked away with a smile on his face! And he glanced at himself before leaving!
Although he didn't say anything, Cahill read the mocking of himself in Zhou Yi's eyes and smile...
It seems that they are laughing at their last chance and will be eliminated!
When he took the ball to Zhou Yi, he thought it was a soft persimmon. Now the situation is really ironic... Maybe choosing Zhou Yi as the opponent was wrong from the beginning!
Cahill Ninken stayed on the court with Zhou Yi, and then scored the ball himself, instead of Zhou Yi coming off, Australia was taken to be buried with him...
Cahill vented his anger on this free kick. He hit the Chinese team's wall with a heavy kick, and the red Chinese player Gao Lin grabbed his stomach and lay on the ground. But football... also flew out of the sideline.
Then, the referee's whistle sounded-the game is over!
The Chinese team advanced to the final, while Australia could only go to Korea to compete for the third place... (to be continued.) Launch of the new website