Vol 2 Chapter 926: 1 slap in the past, this is for Argentina

Chapter 935: A slap shot, this is for Argentina
"Mao Jianqing!"
"Mao Jianqing!"
Dong Fangzhuo had a long straight pass, crossed the midfield, passed the open space between Demichelis and Otamendi, and inserted into the left hinterland of Argentina.
It was so sudden that it was completely unprepared.
No one thought that Messi could lose the ball, Dong Fangzhuo would chase back and steal Messi's foot, and even more did not expect Dong Fangzhuo to cram a straight pass at such a long distance!
This requires fairly precise footwork, very hard feet!
but now,
It's a reality.
When Mao Jianqing turned around and started, Otamendi also turned around, but the passive turn around certainly cannot play the winger. Counting on Demi Kelly's attack?
Useless.
The ball fell on Mao Jianqing's feet like life. This time Mao Jianqing chose to play in the lower right corner of the goal!
With a push of the right foot arch, Romero fell down, but couldn't save it!
"The goal is scored!"
"The goal is scored!"
"Mao Jianqing!"
"Mao Jianqing!"
"4:1!"
"4:1!"
"The Chinese team leads Argentina 4:1!"
"The arrogant Maradona and Argentina were humiliated by the Chinese team 4:1. Mao Jianqing's goal let the people of the world know that the Chinese team has the ability to defeat all opponents and destroy all opponents! Argentina can get out!"
Although the game only went to the 71st minute and nearly 20 minutes before the end of the game, Huang Jianxiang has arrogantly shouted that Argentina is out.
With three goals ahead, can Argentina still turn up?
Ghost letter!
This is a one-eighth knockout game of the World Cup. This is not a drill or a friendly game. The Chinese team leading the three goals will vow to defend their leading edge.
"Qu, go to replace!" Krautchen smiled and waved at the side of the court, let Qu Bo quickly replace Feng Renliang. No matter how calm he is, he can't control his excitement.
Nima, if this game can't be won, I will chop diao!
Despite Klaushen's age, his diao has no practical effect, but the function of peeing is still there...
Qu Bo stood on the side of the court, his eyes full of anticipation.
In 2001, he once represented the Chinese youth team and the Argentine youth team. At that time, they lost 1:2. The Chinese team scored his goal. Now, he once again represents the Chinese team. The score is actually China. The team led 4:1, it was like a dream.
He and Feng Renliang gave a hug, and immediately rushed to his position.
Maybe I can score another goal, dreaming back 9 years ago.
In this situation in Argentina, there must be a lot of pressure on the offensive. It is not surprising that the Chinese team has sneaked into one. It has not entered four.
woo woo woo woo,
woo woo woo woo,
The humming ancestors resounded throughout the audience. For Chinese fans, this is a very sweet voice, but for Argentine fans, this is simply a suicide suicide.
It makes people messy, anxious and loose.
1:4, can you even the score?
Even Argentine players on the field do not believe it. Messi walked down to the mid-circle arc and completely forgot that he was the Argentine captain on the field. At this time, he should motivate his teammates and tell them not to give up, although not very practical.
Aguero and Palermo's manners are not much better, each with his own mind and his own way. This is no longer an issue.
Maybe only Maradona jumped up and down, the shame is completely lost, may not be able to score a goal to save a little face?
It is a pity that he has used up three substitution places in one breath, and these three substitution places do not seem to play any role.
Many Argentine fans in the stands have shed tears, and this time it was purely crying for Argentina. The younger children almost cried out. The female fans buried their heads on the shoulders of the men. The elderly fans looked vicissitudes and sadness. Even the strong male fans also tightened their faces. .
This is a ridiculous and unsolvable score.
The time quickly ran to 75 minutes, and Dong Fangzhuo was knocked down by Pastore in the midfield.
The Chinese team hesitated to make substitution adjustments. Klauchen first pushed Hao Junmin to the substitution area, but the substitution brand wrote Shao Jiayi's number, and then called Shao Jiayi over.
The referee immediately terminated the game, trotting over, and then mercilessly gave Klauchen a yellow card.
Old man, do you think I don’t know that you are delaying time?
Krautchen did not fight anymore, but smiled instead.
"Clauchen's hands spread out and he smiled, he is probably happy, but this is the first yellow card in his career..."
"I don't care about you, you are a faint referee, let's win the ball, I'm happy..."
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"another one."
"Brothers, we are trying to find another way."
"Today is a great day. Four is not enough. We had better give them a slap. Six or six will be fine. We still have time. Let's hurry!"
Captain Zheng Zhi finally spoke...
Looks like he plays high too?
Messi they can't understand Chinese, if they can understand, they will definitely vomit blood on the spot, otherwise they will chase Zheng Zhi with a machete.
Too much, you are too much.
We are Argentina!
On the bench in Argentina, Gustavo supported their jaws listlessly and watched the game feebly.
Sitting for more than seventy minutes, witnessed a shame and a fiasco in Argentina.
Maradona's tactic is shit.
Many bench players began to breed dissatisfaction with Maradona.
What kind of is not like Argentina from start to finish.
Gustavo saw Messi got the ball again, then tried to get rid of the Chinese players' defense, then barely completed the shot, and finally gave the ball to China.
It didn’t take long for Messi to make a comeback again. The ball was still under his feet. He took the ball along the line of the big penalty area and then hit the goal with his left foot.
Time has passed a lot again, and finally came to the 80th minute, leaving less and less time for the Argentina team.
"In 10 minutes, Argentina need to pull back three goals, but is this possible?"
"We are ready to celebrate, we want to celebrate unscrupulously..."
The Chinese team began to retreat intentionally, giving space to Argentina, and the defense started at halftime.
Although it was only in the second half, Palermo and Pastore seemed to be taking a walk, and there was no effort at all.
No way, the ball basically did not come to their feet.
It wasn't until the 86th minute that Pastoré got a ball on the left, but this time he didn't cross the middle, but immediately sent the ball to the Chinese team's big penalty area.
With a shout, the ball he passed was tricky and anxious. Li Weifeng failed to touch the ball. Palermo's bald head was just right.
Snapped!
The ball hit the goal of the Chinese team directly.
With one hand on Zeng Cheng, the ball flew out of the bottom line.
"Brilliant, Zeng Cheng. The response of this ball is too fast, but fortunately Palermo is slightly correct, otherwise it is really dangerous."
Corner kick!
"It should have been this way, wasting Argentina's high center, whether it is Higuain or Palermo, they have the ability to threaten the Chinese team's gate in the penalty area, but there are very few in the penalty area. People prefer to rush out of the forbidden area, and it turns out nothing."
At the Argentine sports station, Ortega questioned again with a strong critical tone.
"When has Argentine football history overlooked centers? Is it too late to think about their existence now?"
Paspare took a corner kick on the left and he sent the ball over Palermo's head again.
This time Palermo was not so comfortable. Li Weifeng and Feng Xiaoting both attacked at the same time, but Palermo still rubbed the ball, and the ball flew straight after the point.
Rodriguez volleyed sideways with Zhu Ting's interference!
The ball hit Zhu Ting's thigh and came out of the line...
It is still a corner kick.
"Ugh!"
"If there are more such opportunities!"
Both Demekalis and Otamendi couldn't help it. Both of them rushed into the Chinese team's big penalty area, only Buldiso dragged behind.
No way, Argentina needs to score, even if there is only a silver lining, they still want to score.
Beep,
Pastore took the corner again.
The ball quickly fell into the Chinese team's big penalty area, too close to the goalkeeper, everyone can take off.
Although Zeng Cheng's height was not high, he still resolutely attacked, his hands raised high, and he steadily grabbed the ball.
"Zeng Cheng!"
Dong Fangzhuo rushed out of the big restricted area.
Zeng Cheng threw the ball to his feet.
At the same time, Qu Bo ejected from the right side of the big penalty area without any stay.
Buldiso was frightened because he had already overwhelmed the Chinese team in the first half. Qu Bo's speed was too fast, and he ran behind him all at once. There is no such thing as offside!
In order to seize the time for a counterattack and to avoid Mascherano's blockade, Dong Fangzhuo didn't wait for the ball to land, and his right foot volleyed directly!
Don't underestimate Dong Fangzhuo's footwork, each of his footwork is not casual, even if it is a volley pass, it is also intentionally drawing the ball in the direction of curve wave.
call,
The ball crossed the Chinese team's half, just before the center line.
Pa, the floor bounced quickly again.
Crossing the center line, it seems that I saw a 20-year-old self, a chasing young man, chasing the ball, and happily killing the other city...
No teammates outspoken, no enemies sieged, only Romero in front of him and the enemy city gates, as if at the end of the war, only the two of them singled out in the corpses.
sand……
There is only one way to cut it.
Romero lost his helmet and unloaded his armor...
"The goal is scored!"
"The goal is scored!"
"Qubo!"
"Qubo!"
Swish
Dong Fangzhuo rushed faster than anyone else~EbookFREE.me~ came to Qu Bo.
"Bogo, stand still."
Dong Fangzhuo raised his right hand.
Snapped!
A slap shot in the past.
Snapped!
I slapped again with a slap...
Qu Bo is really a bit dumbfounded!
"Bogo, this is for Argentina!"
Sleepy, I will take a break and update it tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)