Vol 5 Chapter 182: Style (2)

"It's bloody!" The leader sitting between Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing turned to praise.
Ai Xiaoqing smiled and Wang Bin said, "The country has raised them for so long."
The leader smiled and nodded, hum.
The game on the field is also at the last moment. Just like the reappearance of the World Youth Finals eight years ago, Nigeria still has the manpower advantage and still has the opportunity to drag the game into the overtime. The current lineup of the Chinese team can be overtime. The match can't be topped anyway.
In critical moments, after Wang Ai retreated to the middle circle, he often played with Gao Lin as a midfielder, trying to maintain the three-dimensional formation of the Chinese team. At this time, the physical fitness of the whole team was on the verge of collapse, but it was only with the courage of a man.
There is only one person who has enough physical strength!
Luo Tongliang!
The Northeast man's presence in the national team and the Olympic team is not much stronger than Gao Lin. In addition to the coach who loves to use him in all games, he is more taciturn than Gao Lin. Now that he has been the main player in Bayern for many years and has a rich net worth, he is no longer relying on self-control to suppress his inner irritability as he did in his early years.
He is even more peaceful than Bai Guanghai, and has no desires and desires. Just like Wang Ai, ordinary games can hardly arouse his excitement. He sees too much.
However, in this game, the current teammates fell one by one, and even his leader, Wang Ai, faltered, the long-lost passion in his heart surged, but the pressure in Nigeria was too great. Don't worry that Yuan Weiwei can withstand it, so a flame is constantly accumulating energy in his chest, but it is not known to outsiders.
Today, Luo Tongliang has already cut off his long hair, and he does not need to live in a room without hot water. He has a round head and a round brain and a strong body. He is more playing his mind and skills. It is not a blind consumption of physical energy.
So when a red "3" was shown on the side of the stoppage time card, he knew that something had to be done. What's the use of keeping physical fitness? It's just that he doesn't need to consume it normally. Since it is needed now, then come on.
In the 46th minute of the second half of the game, Luo Tongliang suddenly jumped in. After receiving a cross from Zhu Ting, he did not choose to pass the ball but made a fake move. He knocked down the Nigerian opponent who was also physically broken. Soldiers advance!
Luo Tongliang, who was hidden in the deepest part of the Chinese team formation, came out!
Wang Ai was surprised. In Guozihao, Luo Tongliang’s offensive ability was greatly suppressed. On the contrary, because the Chinese team was under too much defensive pressure, Lao Luo, one of the Tubingen Three Musketeers, had not led the offense in Guozihao for a long time. Up.
At least this Olympics, not once.
Looking at Luo Tong's wide-open eyes and running posture, Wang Ai knew that the simple and honest Lao Luo was going to die.
Well, you have to support the market anyway! Regardless of the vanity of his footsteps, Wang Ai gritted his teeth and sprinted forward, even though his sprinting at this time was not fast enough.
But the problem is that the opponent can't run either. As a result, among a group of staggering people, Wang Ai ran quite fast!
Relative velocity!
Gao Lin, Mao Jianqing, and Zhu Ting all knew the true skills of this "Big Brother Luo", so they worked with him one after another and "sugged" him out of the opponent's penalty area all the way!
Wang Aibi Luo Tongliang arrived in the penalty area early and decided to give play to the final value of his superstar, still pretending to be physically vigorous, strode into the penalty area and rushed towards the goal.
The hat-trick Wang Ai personally pretended to attack and could not tolerate half-heartedness. In the last step, Wang Ai tripped on both feet and fell on his own without interference.
The other's eyes are wide open! Cheating penalty? wrong! How blind is the referee to give a penalty? At least you have to rely on our people, right? that……
wrong!
Look up again, just listen to the thunder from outside the penalty area!
At the end of the field of vision, someone kicked up suddenly, the red and white football was like a sharp arrow; out of the field of vision, the football had already penetrated the goal line!
Wang Ai, who was lying on the ground, looked up and saw the football bouncing in the goal line. He saw the opponent's goalkeeper kicking the football with an unlucky kick. He heard a sharp long whistle and turned over with difficulty, looking at the blue of the motherland. Sky, laugh a lot!
My junior, my national youth, my national Olympics, my Tubingen, my Luo Tongliang! Mine is all mine, hahaha!
My Olympics! My gold medal! Mine is all mine, hahaha!
When Wang Ai was laughing like crazy, Luo Tongliang's big face appeared above, and he smiled and stretched out a hand to pull up Wang Ai: "It's over in a few dozen seconds, hold on."
Wang Ai stood up and pointed at Luo Tongliang's chest: "This is what I said to you before. You actually told me now?"
Luo Tongliang nodded shyly: "That's right? You should listen to it, right?"
Wang Ai got up again, with one arm around his good buddy who had been for many years.
The Nigerian team has been unable to struggle, so the referee didn't urge this time, letting the Chinese team celebrate the victory, letting the cheers in the stands surpassed one after another.
After a while, the Chinese team returned to the half-court and reopened the battle. Although the bench was empty, even though there were only ten players, it was ahead of 4:2 and it was going to win!
Come on, a kicker can only win the Olympic gold medal once in his life. Come on! We have been expecting it for too long, too long.
With a long whistle, the Nigerian team organized an offense. The Nigerian player who could catch the ball tripped and fell on his own. Then he covered his face and started crying. They had already made it to the end and lost everything.
After Gao Lin got the ball, he shot the empty frontcourt and let his second goalkeeper go heads-up with the opponent's main goalkeeper.
Qiu Shengjiong was full of energy, trying desperately to catch up, thinking about playing dribbling after getting the ball. But as soon as he caught the ball, before he had time to show his footwork, he listened to the whistle from the rear. He was still wondering, this is me, foul? Oh, offside, right?
Hey, isn't it? I remember the offside rule is not like this. Is the opponent's full-back in front of me?
Black whistle? Dare to black us in the Beijing Bird's Nest, do you want to die?
The angry Qiu Shengjiong was about to turn his head to find the referee to protest, and suddenly found that the highest cheers of the audience had been emitted from the nearby stands, and countless VIPs stood and applauded. Qiu Shengjiong's blank face appeared on the big screen, making people laugh. The fans nearby shouted hoarsely in order to remind him: "Win, win!"
"Fuck!" Qiu Shengjiong just woke up, turned and ran, ran a few steps to think about the starting point, turned around and picked up the football, shot it into the stands, and then waved his arms to find his teammate.
He regretted it after the game, this ball is worth an Audi!