Fox in the Penalty Area

After Hu Lai's header was high, he immediately gave Chen Xingyi a thumbs up and shouted: "Just pass it like this, little Xingxing! No matter what the situation, try to pass the football to me ! I will take care of the rest!"

He knows that he is not superior in the physical confrontation with Mousavi, but through this top fight, he also knows that he is not vulnerable.

Wearing the [Pierced Giant Bear Jersey], his confrontation ability is better than usual.

This gave him the confidence to continue fighting Mousavi.

At the beginning of the game, he still thought about getting rid of Mousavi's marking as much as possible, looking for space, and then shooting when his teammates passed the football with a tacit understanding.

But after half an hour of the game, he also knew that Mousavi had obviously listened to the arrangement of the opponent's coach and never left him.

Then it won't be easy for him to get rid of his opponent.

Since it is not easy to kill with a sharp dagger, Hu Lai planned to kill with a blunt knife.

Grind with each other a little bit...

as long as you try very hard, you can achieve anything!

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"...Bai Di pressed up, and Luo Kai passed the football to him. He didn't go down, but passed directly at a 45-degree angle!"

With He Feng's yell, the football drew an arc and flew into the penalty area of ​​Algeria.

A low pass from Bai Di.

The football bypassed the outstretched foot of the Algerian defender and flew forward!

This time, Hu Lai also rushed forward, and then shot directly with his foot!

But the football was kicked out of the bottom line by Mousavi who was sticking to him first, and he kicked empty!

"Oh!" Seeing this, He Feng and Yan Kang sighed regretfully in the commentary booth.

Hu Lai himself didn't look regretful at all. He watched Zhang Qinghuan run to take a corner kick, turned his head and shook his head at Mousavi and said with a smile: "Brother, you can't do it this time, you even gave us a corner kick. I'll give you a corner kick." Let’s say, our set-piece tactics are well-designed, with so many tricks that you doubt your life. If you give us a corner kick, rounding it up is equivalent to giving us a goal..."

Mousavi was a little surprised that Hu Lai was able to speak fluent Arabic with him - if Hu Lai spoke French to him, he would not have been so surprised. After all, he plays in the Premier League, and it is normal to speak a few words of French... But This is Arabic!

This kid's Arabic is so fluent that he doesn't even have an accent. It's not like the kind of person who wants to disturb the army's morale after learning a few sentences, but seems to have used it proficiently for many years.

Seeing Mousavi's stunned look, Hu Lai didn't expect the other party to react like this. He realized that a lot of what he said just now might be in vain...

At this moment, Mousavi finally recovered from the shock that Hu Lai could speak fluent Arabic, remembered what Hu Lai said just now, and snorted with some discomfort: "It's useless to play tricks here. of!"

Hu Lai was upset, but when he heard Mousavi say this, he was immediately happy: "Brother, do you understand? I thought my Arabic was not standard... To tell you the truth, brother, this Arabic I just learned it yesterday..."

When Mousavi heard Hu Lai's words, he couldn't get angry—you think I look stupid,

It's easy to lie, isn't it? Just learned yesterday, you can speak so fluently? ! What a fool!

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"Ouch! It's coming, it's coming!" Yan Yan shouted excitedly, pointing at the live broadcast screen. "Cross talk football is here again!"

Everyone in the box laughed.

At this time, the Chinese team was preparing to serve a corner kick, but the TV broadcast obviously also noticed the conversation between Hu Lai and Mousavi, so they pushed the camera over.

He Feng said with a smile: "Hu Lai chatted with Mousavi again. This is not the first time he communicated with the opposing player in a game...We all know that Hu Lai is a player with a very high language talent. Foreign languages ​​are always faster and easier than ordinary people, so he likes to communicate with people on the court so much... But what is there to talk about?"

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While standing in the restricted area, Hu Lai was chatting with Mousavi who never left him: "Brother, don't believe me. I'm not going to lie to you. I'm very gifted in language. Oh, don't you want this expression... I'm telling the truth, I'm going to lie to you, I'm..."

At this point, he stopped abruptly, and the person suddenly rushed out!

"Corner kick... go ahead! Hu Lai!!"

He hit the ball!

Look back at the moon and throw the football back.

It's a pity that it is slightly higher than the beam!

"Oh-Hu Lai! Although he didn't score, he has already threatened the goal of Algeria! After the Chinese team lost the ball, they went through the initial panic. Now under the leadership of Hu Lai, they gradually regained their feeling! Just play like this , the Chinese team! Just play like this!"

He Feng was at the commentary booth, patting the table while talking.

After hitting the ball, he looked back and saw Hu Lai, who had the football flying off the crossbar. He yelled regretfully, and raised his hands to hit his head.

Mousavi, who was not far behind him, had a dark face—he felt that he had been played by this kid.

Pulling himself to talk was actually to distract himself, but he really fell for this kid!

When he heard Hu Lai's sudden break just now, he was still thinking: What are you? Tell me, what are you trying to lie to me about?

Unexpectedly, Hu Lai took this opportunity to get out of his marking, and then got a chance to head the ball!

This is the first time in this game that he has been thrown away by Hu Lai!

Before the game, coach Durand reminded him more than once to pay special attention to Hu Lai. As the Premier League Golden Boot and the best player in the Premier League last season, he is by no means in vain.

——Don't let him leave your side, even if you only give him half a position, he may score the football into the goal! So as long as you are in the restricted area, stick to him every step of the way!

That's what the head coach said, half of the position is like this, and that position is simply too indulgent.

Facts also proved that the head coach didn't lie to him. If he was a little negligent, the opponent got a chance to shoot in front of the goal.

If it weren't for the front point this time, Hu Lai shook his head to attack the goal with his back to the goal. It was too difficult, the angle was too small, and he didn't hit the goal frame. Maybe he would have scored!

Mousavi was startled and angry, staring at Hu Lai as if his eyes could spew fire.

Seeing him like this, Hu Lai immediately stopped being upset about not scoring a goal, but changed his expression: "Look, brother. I said that giving us a corner kick is equivalent to letting us score. So next time you You have to work harder and don't give us a corner kick!"

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Zhang Qinghuan found that Hu Lai was in good condition today.

After all, if he's in a bad state, he probably doesn't have the heart to use this cheap trick to chat with the other party...

Then, as the "halberd bearer" who holds the Chinese team's offensive trident, he should be responsible for passing the football to Hu Lai more, and give full play to the sharpest point of the trident.

So when he received the ball again, he immediately looked up to observe Hu Lai's position and tried to pass the football to the latter. Unexpectedly, he suddenly lost his balance, his body tilted to one side, and the ball under his feet was also stabbed away!

"Sateri! He suddenly kicked out from behind and knocked the football off!"

"Zhang Qinghuan didn't notice what was going on behind him, and was too busy looking for Hu Lai..."

Zhang Qinghuan, who was knocked to the ground, saw Sateli's back and knew who did it just now. Lying on the ground, he raised his hands and complained to the referee for a foul.

But the referee ignored it.

Because Sateri's hit was indeed not a foul.

Although he kicked from behind, he stabbed the football cleanly first, and just knocked Zhang Qinghuan down by the way.

In other words, Zhang Qinghuan's fall was a piggybacked result.

After Sateli passed the football to his teammate, he turned around and saw Zhang Qinghuan getting up from the ground. He grinned, showing his white teeth.

Zhang Qinghuan thought of the opponent smiling at him in the player tunnel before the game, and his heart sank.

He was targeted by this "killing machine".

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Although the Chinese team improved and rebounded in the final stage of the first half, it also threatened Algeria's goal.

However, they still failed to break through the opponent's goal in the end and equalized the score.

When the referee blew the whistle to end the first half, the score was still 1-0, with Algeria leading.

The first goal of the World Cup that Chinese fans have been waiting for has not yet come.

However, the team's performance in the final stage still made them full of confidence in the second half.

In general, although a goal was conceded in the first half, the overall performance of the Chinese team was better than people expected.

The imagined situation of not being able to perform at half of the normal level due to being too nervous did not appear. This is really a commendable improvement for the Chinese team that always stretched their hips psychologically in the past.

Because of this, the fans are full of longing for the team's performance in the second half.

We're just one goal behind, with forty-five minutes to go...

Everything is possible!

"Come on, Chinese team! Come on, Hu Lai! Come on, Luo Kai!!" Yan Yan yelled with a microphone in the box.

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