Chapter 256: Argentina, you are waiting!

"Huo Junmin!"
"Huo Junmin!"
"He made a sidebar shot from the corner of the penalty area and the Brazilian goalkeeper didn't react at all!"
"2:1!"
"105th minute!"
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The time of the referee is really accurate, and the Brazilian player will not be given the opportunity to watch the ball again, ending the first half of extra time.
Brazilian players can only bring pain to the second half.
"What did I say, 18-year-old Hao Junmin! Haha, hahaha, hahahaha!"
"God, this national youth team, there is no one before!"
"I want to cry……"
Huang Jianxiang only felt a sore nose and really wanted to cry.
But he held his breath forcibly and raised his head again.
Now is not the time to cry happily, the game is not over, he needs to continue to explain the game in front of the people of the country.
"There are 15 minutes left, young people, you must persevere! The people of the whole country are supporting you at this moment!"
"Come on!"
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"Woo..." The Brazilian fans were speechless.
The guy who had previously bet with Chinese fans was taking advantage of everyone's inattention, slowly moving his steps back, and gradually disappearing into the crowd...
He didn't want to eat the seat after Brazil lost the game for a while.
"It can't be like this, the Brazilian team in the first half of overtime must be able to tie the score."
"It is absolutely impossible to lose this game."
The on-site camera lens was switched to the VIP seat. A lot of celebrities and gentlemen in the VIP seat were watching this game.
Cruyff, a Dutch football destination, Romario, a Brazilian football destination, and a Chinese football destination... There is also a summit as a ambassador for the promotion of the World Youth Championship in China.
Gao Feng's fists have been clenched tightly. The moment when Hao Junmin scored a goal, he almost shouted and broke his throat.
Although the surrounding stars gathered, no one was alone. Maybe the star sitting here is unknown to him. He is only a Chinese star, not a world star...
But Hao Junmin's goal let everyone know him.
It turned out that he is a famous place for Chinese football...
"Fuck you!"
When he saw the excitement, he would make a few swear words. He was so straightforward. Anyway, foreigners can't understand Chinese...
"Stupid Brazil, are you still dead this time?" He is no different from ordinary fans.
Both coaches are constantly explaining the players who are preparing to play on the sidelines. Klauchen must only care about the team's defense, while the coach of the Brazilian national youth must only want to attack.
In the 106th minute, the Brazilian army pressured and tried to kill the Chinese team through the middle lane, but Feng Xiaoting's precise interception disrupted their attack.
In the 107th minute, the Brazilian striker burst into the penalty area. Feng Xiaoting did not touch him and fell directly on the turf, then the Brazilian immediately surrounded the referee to ask for a penalty.
no, no, no, the referee's index finger shook continuously in front of them, and told the Brazilian.
"This is not a penalty!"
"This is not a penalty!"
Then, Brazilian striker Sobis got a yellow card.
In the 108th minute, Huang Bowen succeeded in a tackle from the midfielder. He put a foot on the front line of Gao Lin. Gao Lin smashed the ball laterally and forced a kick outside the penalty area to hit the goal and the ball flew. The Brazilian team quickly counterattacked and passed the long pass.
Zhao Ming had a rare barb in the backcourt and won the round.
Article 109...
"I wipe, I can't stand it anymore, you see, I'm playing a gray machine in the advanced room, and I'm too stressed..."
"I turned off the TV..."
Many Chinese fans couldn't bear it anymore and left the TV one after another. The pressure on them is too great. If there is a heart attack, it is estimated that they all have to die.
But more Chinese fans still stick to the TV.
"It's just five minutes left!"
"But the time is still so long!"
Dong Fangzhuo has retreated to the midfield.
At this time, everyone is a soldier. Withstand the Brazilian team's offense and get the final victory, this is the only goal.
Gao Linding was at the front, and Dong Fangzhuo formed the first line of defense of the Chinese team behind him.
As long as the Brazilian takes the ball in the backcourt, he can see Dong Fangzhuo running past. Although he is so far away from scoring in this game, he has contributed everything.
Middle Road to Left Road, Left Road Middle Road, Middle Road to Right Road, he is everywhere.
Then, rush back from the front court to the back court, and then back to the front court...
"Zhou Haibin makes a big deal!"
"Huo Junmin knocked down his opponent, yellow card!"
"Feng Xiaoting has hit the ball! Zhao Ming keeps up and makes a big foot!"
"Oops, Zheng Tao was passed. Zhao Ming fell to the ground and tackled the danger in time!"
"Zeng Cheng threw the ball!"
The Chinese team's midfield and backcourt constantly keep the ball forward.
"Two more minutes!" Huang Jianxiang's voice was dumb, and the game was not over, his voice was about to break.
"Ah, foul!"
"The positioning ball at the top of the arc in the penalty area of ​​the Brazilian People's Congress."
"Hold on! Don't be kicked by the Brazilians."
The 7-person wall only blocked two-thirds of the space, and one-third was the test of Zeng Cheng.
Zeng Cheng's face was covered with sweat, and he constantly directed his teammates to line up. His heart was beating faster.
"calm!"
"Focus!"
"Bash it!"
He kept muttering in his heart, talking to himself.
This is what goalkeeper coaches often warn him in his ears while training him.
At this time, he was repeating his thoughts.
Standing in front of the ball is Brazilian player Felipe, the Brazilian defender who replaced him at the last moment.
This guy who will grow into a great star afterwards is now just a substitute for the Brazilian team, but he took the initiative to come to this free kick.
You know, this is almost the last shot of the Brazilian team.
Huh, huh, huh, Felipe took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the goal behind the wall.
He slowly accelerated, running up,
Tilt your body,
Shoot!
The ball shot from the instep of the left foot quickly bypassed the wall.
"See it!"
Zeng Cheng flew.
Go all out!
"what!"
In the air, he felt the whole person burned.
squeak
The left fingertip touched.
He heard clearly...
duang
Just a slight change,
The ball concentrated on the outside of the goal post and flew out of the bottom line!
"call!"
"It's dangerous!"
"Felipe's penalty is too high quality, Zeng Cheng made a contribution!"
In the stands, the famous Brazilian Roma has covered his face with his hands.
The goddess of victory, away from Brazil.
Brazil will have the last corner opportunity...
Brazilian fans have stood up, all eyes are focused on the penalty flag Felipe.
Felipe took a deep breath again several times.
In the end, he bravely took steps.
call
The ball roared towards the big penalty area of ​​the Chinese team~EbookFREE.me~ Dong Fangzhuo jumped high.
Boom
Pulling the header from the mountain, the ball ran to an unmanned direction.
After landing, Dong Fangzhuo roared towards the ball and no one could chase it.
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"Upgraded!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Brazil, bye!"
"Argentina, here we come."
Half an hour ago, Argentina had won Spain...