Chapter 182: For all for me, for all for me

At the beginning of the second half of the game, the Chinese team launched a fierce offensive against Paraguay's goal.
As everyone predicted.
After all, under such circumstances, there is no secret as to what tactics the Chinese team will adopt. Anyone who knows a little about penalty kicks knows what the Chinese team will do.
Since they used the attack to get the ball at the beginning of the first half, they would naturally repeat their old skills in the second half.
Paraguay made a targeted defense.
This time the Chinese team's continuous attack failed to score a goal, and it felt that their attack was obviously not as threatening as it was at the beginning of the first half.
After Paraguay withstood the fierce offensive of the Chinese team in the opening stage, they began to counterattack.
"Ramirez broke through forcibly! The speed is so fast!"
When Ramirez broke through the defense of the Chinese team's right back Du Junwu on the wing, an exclamation sounded from the stands because Ramirez had already taken advantage of the situation to break into the penalty area!
Wang Guangwei hurriedly came up to fill his seat.
Facing him, Ramirez suddenly slowed down, and there was an action to stop cutting inward. After deceiving Wang Guangwei to turn, he suddenly buckled the football to the bottom line with his right foot, trying to break through.
Wang Guangwei didn't care about thinking too much, and reflexively stretched his feet to stop.
As soon as he stretched out his feet, he suddenly felt aroused in his mind, realizing something, he quickly retracted his legs and raised his hands at the same time.
But it was too late. He had already kicked Ramirez's foot. After the opponent screamed, he lost his balance and fell to the ground after breaking forward!
The referee's whistle could not be heard in the huge boos on the scene, but everyone could see his gesture-he pointed his finger to the penalty kick!
"Punishment?!" He Feng was taken aback. The second half had just started for ten minutes!
"Is this a penalty?" Yan Kang also reflexively questioned, he thought Ramirez was a flop.
The boos in the stands fully demonstrated the attitude of the Chinese fans in front of this penalty.
But after watching the next slow-motion replay, the two commentators fell silent briefly.
From the slow motion, it can be seen that Wang Guangwei did kick Ramirez. Although he had quickly retracted his leg, he was still a little slower.
Ramirez was a bit exaggerated of course, especially the scream, like Wang Guangwei kicked his leg.
But in terms of rules, it is impeccable. This is a penalty.
After a short silence, Yan Kang sighed in front of the iron-clad facts: "Wang Guangwei is still a little younger, and the opponent obviously wants to trick him into getting a penalty..."
He Feng spoke for Wang Guangwei: "But he can't help it. If he can't make this ball, it would be just as dangerous to let the opponent pass... At that time, it was difficult for the players to make the most sensible choice in an instant. Ramirez is too cunning!"
The boos in the stadium continued, not everyone can admit the facts like the commentator, after all, the commentator still has to set up an archway. Ordinary fans don't use it, they just need to vent their emotions.
Whether it's the scene or in front of the TV, countless fans pointed to Ramirez and yelled at him, called him the prince of diving, called him the diving prince...
No one can stay sane at this time.
After all, this penalty means that the Chinese team's away goal advantage is gone. After Paraguay scored this penalty, if the Chinese team wants to qualify for the World Cup, they will not be able to score another goal. They will have to score two more goals to drag the game into overtime-this is still not considering the loss. In the case of a blow to the morale of the Chinese team's players.
For the current Chinese team, they must do their best to score another goal, let alone score two goals...
In other words, even if the penalty kick did not completely lose hope for the Chinese team to enter the World Cup finals, at least it would have allowed the Chinese team hanging on the cliff to grab the cliff with only two fingers.
That's why everyone's emotions are so excited.
Numerous voices cursing Ramirez appeared instantly on the Internet.
On the court, Wang Guangwei also realized how serious the penalty was. He found the referee, hoping to explain to the referee that he didn't mean it just now, and he also closed his feet. Subjectively, there is no willingness to foul... But in fact, this is all It is useless, and the referee will not listen to this explanation.
He not only awarded Ramirez a penalty, but also gave Wang Guangwei a yellow card!
This made the scene boo even louder-many people pointed their anger at the referee.
There have been many more messages cursing the referee on the Internet.
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In front of the TV, Wang Guangwei's parents were stunned and watched the TV. His father was always worried that his son would take the blame. He didn't expect what he was afraid of. Now his son is really responsible for the failure of the Chinese team!
He shuddered when he thought of Zhao Kangming's treatment back then.
On the rostrum, Zhao Kangming had a solemn expression and said nothing.
He once gave the opponent a penalty in the key battle of the Chinese team's World Cup qualifying, but he was sent off by a red card, causing the team to lose that game. He was also scolded until he retired.
For him, he was used to it and accepted his fate.
But he absolutely didn't want his fate to be repeated on his disciples.
Dong Wen twisted his fat body a little nervously, looked at Zhao Kangming and stopped saying: "This..."
He wanted to say "how is this good?", but when he thought of everything Zhao Kangming had encountered, he knew that it was useless to ask Zhao Kangming.
After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and said: "It's okay, Old Zhao. We can spend money to find a public relations company to conduct crisis public relations, so that Wang Guangwei can survive this disaster..."
After the first round of the game, watching the national fans and the media yelling at Lin Zhiyuan, he still had a spectator mentality of "watching fire across the bank". How can I think that the same thing would be on his head so quickly... It's a sin!
Zhao Kangming did not respond to him, but still stared gloomily into the restricted area of ​​the Chinese team.
There, Yao Huasheng pushed Wang Guangwei away and replaced him by standing in front of the referee to communicate. He kept pointing to the VAR screen on the sidelines, hoping that the referee could look at the replay of the video referee so that he could change the penalty.
In fact, Yao Huasheng doesn't know if the VAR referee can make the result beneficial to the Chinese team, but this is the only thing he can do.
Almost all the Chinese team players are squeezed in the penalty area, and some people run to find Ramirez's trouble. This caused a commotion among the players on both sides, and the fans in the stands yelled...the scene turned into a pot of porridge.
Wang Guangwei, who was pushed out, didn’t bother with Ramirez. He just stood desperately outside the crowd, alone—Zhang Qinghuan and Chen Xingyi both went to Ramirez and accused him of being a fake liar. . Hu Lai used his language advantage to help Yao Huasheng communicate with the referee...
The young central defender with a calm personality almost couldn't stand it anymore.
At this moment, someone put his arm on his shoulder.
"It's okay, Pharaoh. I'm sorry for the last game, now it's my turn to pay you back."
Wang Guangwei turned his head and looked at Lin Zhiyuan stupidly. The latter was grinning at Sousa Espinola, who was holding the football and was planning to take the penalty.
After noticing that Wang Guangwei turned his head, he retracted his gaze and glanced at the latter, then smiled: "Everyone is for me, I am for all. Team spirit."
After speaking, he released Wang Guangwei and turned back to his goal.
Wang Guangwei looked back at him and found that he was twisting his hips when he was walking!
It doesn’t seem like preparing for a penalty kick, but preparing to jump on the podium...
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The chaos in the penalty zone was finally over. No matter what Yao Huasheng and Hu Lai said, the referee did not change his penalty. He did not go to the sidelines to watch the video replay, but asked the video referee's opinion through the headset. The latter also told him with certainty that it was a penalty kick, so he insisted on his penalty.
On Ramirez's side, both China and Paraguay had an emotional player who received a yellow card.
Finally, in the sky booed, players from both sides began to withdraw from the Chinese team's penalty area.
Souza leaned over to place the football.
When Sousa put the football, he got up and saw Lin Zhiyuan smile at himself, then...turned around and turned his back to him!
Not only his back to him, but also his hands behind his back, while standing proudly with his head slightly raised!
Sosa's pupils shrank.
Not only him, everyone present was stunned by Lin Zhiyuan's action.
The frustrated Chinese team players stared at themselves, the youngest teammate in the team. Hu Lai was even more exaggerated. He had to walk out of the restricted area and ran back, pointing at Lin Zhiyuan and shouting, "What are you doing! Be careful that Sosa shoots directly!"
While speaking, he also leaned against Sousa specifically.
After the fans in the stands were stunned, someone asked in shock: "This idiot...what else is going to do?!"
No one answered his question, because normal people generally cannot understand the brain circuits of idiots.
"This..." He Feng and Yan Kang in the commentary seat looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. They didn't understand what Lin Zhiyuan was doing. The commentary work was almost impossible to continue.
Fortunately, Lin Zhiyuan suddenly moved again. He released his hands behind his back, inserted his ribs, twisted his waist and buttocks... and started a warm-up exercise!
"Ah! Psychological warfare! This is psychological warfare!" He Feng grabbed the straw and shouted, "Lin Zhiyuan is launching a psychological war against Sosa! This is right...this is right!"
Sosa really wanted to shoot the football directly, but Hu Lai stood in front of him, and the referee did not whistle, so he could not move.
He could only push Hu Lai a little, and remind him as calmly as possible: "You are blocking me."
"Huh?" Hu Lai seemed to realize what he was doing. He quickly gave way and said to Sosa, "I'm sorry, brother. You continue, you continue."
Souza took a deep breath, and instead of entangled with Hu Lai, who was pretending to be stupid, he turned his eyes to the referee-I don't believe you dare to be stupid in front of the referee!
When the referee looked at Hu Lai, the latter seemed to wake up like a dream. While apologizing to the referee, he withdrew from the penalty area.
By this time, Lin Zhiyuan had already "warmed up" on the door line.
He turned around and looked at Souza.
Then suddenly he slid a step to the side while the opponent was watching, letting out the center position!
The goal was divided into a larger part and a smaller part...
Souza froze for a moment, but he didn't expect this kid to have tricks.
But Lin Zhiyuan's tricks were not over yet. In an uproar, he bowed slightly and made a "please" gesture, pointing to the goal that was vacated by him with a larger area.
The meaning couldn't be clearer: Uncle, please shoot here!
Even Hu Lai, who played a wave with Lin Zhiyuan just now, couldn't help but clenched his fist when he saw this scene-almost, Xiao Linzi! Act carefully again as a clown!
Faced with such a magical scene, He Feng could only meet again and again: "Lin Zhiyuan is interfering with Sosa. This is part of the psychological warfare..."
Souza narrowed his eyes, and he remembered Lin Zhiyuan's eyes looking at him in the passage before the game started.
This is provoking yourself!
Good boy, do you think I dare not shoot there? !
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The boos continued, but after being disturbed by Lin Zhiyuan, everyone's emotions became a bit incoherent, so the boos at this time were much smaller than when the penalty just appeared.
On the sidelines, Paraguayan coach Arturo looked up at the stands of the Lotus Stadium, with a little smile on his face.
This penalty came at a real time.
Ten minutes into the second half of the game, it interrupted the Chinese team's offensive and also caused the opponent's player morale to plummet. In the next thirty minutes, the game will fall into the rhythm of Paraguay.
Now catching up with the chaos of the young goalkeeper of the Chinese team, even the home fans' interference with Souza has been greatly reduced...
The last round of the game rushed to make a low-level error and gave us a ball. Will we give us another ball in this game?
It is simply the best twelfth person in Paraguay!
Just when Arturo was secretly delighted, he heard the crisp whistle!
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Souza spit out all the foul air in his chest~EbookFREE.me~ At the same time as the whistle sounded, he started to run and then kicked the football!
The moment he started, he saw Lin Zhiyuan leaning to his left in front of the goal, as if he was about to pounce on the goal that was let out.
Sure enough, he is a young man, do you really think that I will be hit by your agitation?
naive!
Souza shook his right ankle and drew the football to the lower left corner of the goal, which was also Lin Zhiyuan's right hand!
He shot the small goal that Lin Zhiyuan stood before!
But after the football kicked out, he saw Lin Zhiyuan, who was supposed to pounce in the direction of the big goal, shook his body, and then slammed back!
The previous leaning of the body turned out to be a fake action!
He knows I won't be caught? !
Souza's eyes widened and watched Lin Zhiyuan, who was 1.96 meters tall, dexterously like a cat. He fell on his side, stretched out his right hand with an exaggerated arm span, and pounced on the route where the football was flying!
Immediately afterwards, his right seemed to touch the football...
The football flying towards the lower corner of the goal jumped slightly, then deflected out of the goal post with a strong rotation and flew beyond the baseline!
"Pretty!! Lin Zhiyuan! Pretty!! He made a wonderful save! He blocked Sosa's penalty kick out of the bottom line!!" He Feng shouted hoarse in the commentary.
The somewhat dull boo suddenly turned into a huge cheer. The Chinese fans at the Lotus Stadium seamlessly switched to watching the game, changing from frustration to ecstasy!
Amid the deafening shouts, Lin Zhiyuan rolled, got up from the ground, and slammed a punch in the direction of Sosa!
I said you don’t even want to score a goal in this game!
I swore to the national flag!
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PS, the three shifts are over, and the three shifts will continue tomorrow!