Fox in the Penalty Area

After Xia Xiaoyu participated in the goal celebration and ran back, his right shoulder was suddenly patted hard.

He turned to look to the right, but saw no one.

When I turned back to the left, I saw Hu Lai grinning at himself: "Where are you looking?"

Xia Xiaoyu froze for a moment, remembering his first game representing Anton Shining Star, which was the 2024 China Super Cup, and he stood in the tunnel as a starting player, which made him a little nervous.

Just when he was thinking wildly in his mind, Hu Lai also patted him on the shoulder like this, joking with him.

He always seems to be like this, nervous about the Super Bowl, nervous about the World Cup...always the one who loses the chain at the critical moment.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiaoyu apologized to Hu Lai: "I'm sorry, Brother Hu..."

"Why did you say sorry all of a sudden?"

"I...behaved too badly..." Xia Xiaoyu lowered his head and said. "I was so nervous...for a while, I even wished I could be replaced again, I wanted to escape..."

Hu Lai put his arms around Xia Xiaoyu's shoulders, and hugged him tightly to his side, preventing him from continuing to blame himself.

"Be single, Xiaoyu. There is nothing to worry about. The worst thing is that we lose the game. Don't you always say that you think about the worst outcome first, so that when the worst outcome occurs, you have mental preparations, Don't you think it's a big deal? On the other hand, if you plan for the worst in everything, does it mean that as long as it is slightly better than this result, it is a good result?"

Xia Xiaoyu froze for a moment.

Hu Lai squeezed his arm hard, and then let go: "I added the BUFF of the goal just now to you, and you have been strengthened, Xiaoyu, don't think so much, just do it, and it's over!"

After speaking, he accelerated and ran back to the Chinese team's half.

Xia Xiaoyu, who was watching Hu Lai's back from behind, squeezed his lips tightly.

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Almost everyone was shocked at how Hu Lai was able to score such a goal, especially the more familiar with Hu Lai, the more confused he was.

The label "heavy gunner" has never had anything to do with Hu Lai.

Even if he can shoot long distances, it doesn't mean he is a "heavy gunner".

But this is not a very important question.

At least for the fans of the Chinese team, they don't need to care about why Hu Lai can blast the football in at a distance of 35.63 meters from the goal. They only need to know that Hu Lai scored the first goal in the history of the World Cup for the Chinese team, and the Chinese team is only one goal behind Algeria!

For Algeria's players and coaches, this is just a question that makes them somewhat concerned.

If Houlai can always threaten Algeria's goal far from the penalty area, then their defensive tactics may have to be adjusted...

Fortunately, when the game restarted, Hu Lai did not continue to shoot from far away.

Of course, Algeria has indeed stepped up its pressure on Hou Lai to get the ball near the center circle. Even if he can't grab the ball, he can't let Hou Lai take the ball easily and calmly. They are really worried that Hou Lai will make another super long-range kick. The world wave breaks the door, then there is really no reason to go...

After Hu Lai performed a "miracle\

,"He fell into the siege of the opponent again.

However, because of this goal, the morale of the Chinese team has been improved, and their offensive has also improved a little.

During this period, Algeria's captain Sedley replaced Ode and became a busy man who often appeared in the close-ups of the broadcast.

He blocked the Chinese team's attack with his fierce defense.

Build a high wall for Algeria's defense in midfield.

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Zhang Qinghuan took the ball in the midfield, ready to dribble forward.

Looking up, he saw Sateri right in front of him.

He swayed his upper body from side to side twice, and seeing that he was about to approach the opponent, he flicked the football to the outside with the instep of his left foot, intending to rush past Sedri.

But Sateri accurately judged his intention, and decisively stretched out his foot to grab it!

Poke the football away!

It's not over yet.

After stabbing the football, Sateli didn't hold back, but took advantage of the momentum to grab Zhang Qinghuan directly.

Zhang Qinghuan was hit and fell to the ground in pain, but the referee did not call Sai Deli for a foul.

Because he did hit the ball first, but only hit Zhang Qinghuan when he couldn't stop. The two people are very close, and at such a close distance, it is impossible to avoid it.

So hitting is normal.

It's just that in an ordinary collision, everyone will have a mutual force-receiving action, and the collision is actually not that hard.

But Sateri didn't, he didn't stop at all.

Here's his usual style of play:

It is also a one-on-one defense. Most defensive players poke the football away and it is over. They will focus on controlling the football.

But Sateri is different. Not only does he want to destroy the defense, he also wants to hit the offensive players hard.

This is a deterrent move that belongs to him, telling those offensive players who dare to challenge him: This is the defense you will face in the game! If your kid is not afraid of death, then just come!

After Sateli knocked down Zhang Qinghuan, he was fine. He rushed forward, caught up with the football, and passed the ball forward to launch a counterattack.

But behind him, Zhang Qinghuan didn't get up, still clutching her thigh with a pained expression.

The players of the Chinese team kept signaling this situation to the attacking Algerian players.

There were also huge boos at the scene.

The Algerian players did not choose to stop the attack immediately.

In the end, Erde kicked the football out of the sideline amidst the boos, making the game enter the dead ball stage.

The referee then turned to look at Zhang Qinghuan.

The latter was struggling to get up from the ground and took two limping steps. Seeing that the opponent kicked the ball out of bounds, he sat down again and rubbed the outer thigh muscle of his right leg—the place where Sedry's knee hit him just now.

"Zhang Qinghuan's expression looks very painful... I hope there is no problem..." He Feng said worriedly.

Yan Kang was comforting him, as well as the Chinese fans in front of the TV: "It looks like it should be a head-on encounter, a hard injury... the pain must be very painful, but there will be no hidden dangers. Just wait for the pain to pass ..."

The sideline coach Shi Wuyin protested to the fourth official. He believed that Sateri's action should be a foul.

However, judging from the slow motion of the replay of the TV broadcast, although Sateri's actions were rough, they were indeed not foul...

So there is no problem with the choice of the referee.

After the game was suspended, Sai Li had to turn around and look for Zhang Qinghuan, but he didn't want to pull Zhang Qinghuan up, but attached himself to his back and patted him twice, then ran away again, with a playful smile on his face .

It seemed to be mocking Zhang Qinghuan like a sissy who deliberately lay down and couldn't get up.

The female fans of Zhang Qinghuan who watched this scene in front of the TV were furious and condemned Sai Deli one after another.

This is exactly where the player Sateri is controversial.

There are many people who hate him, and the reasons are the same. They think that he plays rough football and has a tendency to hurt people maliciously. The nickname "Killing Machine" was originally given to him by these people in order to satirize Sateri.

Unexpectedly, in the end, Sateri liked the nickname very much, and personally took it over and put it on his head.

Those who supported Sateri defended him, arguing that he just tried his best every time he defended.

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The team doctor of the Chinese team quickly came to the field to check and treat Zhang Qinghuan.

After some inspections, he told Zhang Qinghuan: "Fortunately, it's a hard injury. No ligaments or joints were injured..."

Zhang Qinghuan bared his teeth in pain, tears were about to burst out, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Fuck! How is it so painful?!"

The old team doctor patted him: "Is it better than Gao Ruimin?"

After speaking, he took out the spray to relieve Zhang Qinghuan's pain.

After the cold spray touched the sore spot, Zhang Qinghuan finally felt relieved, so he asked, "How is Xiao Min?"

"Preliminary examination, it may be a metatarsal problem..." The team doctor answered him while working.

Hearing this, Zhang Qinghuan fell into silence and didn't cry out for pain.

He knew what the news meant.

Everyone who plays football knows that if there is a problem with the metatarsal bones, the injuries are very complicated, and most of them are accompanied by bone and soft tissue defects. It is very troublesome to recover, and it cannot be recovered in a week or two.

If it was really a metatarsal injury, Gao Ruimin's World Cup trip might have come to an end.

He just kicked against Sateri, but he injured his metatarsal bone, and he may bid farewell to the World Cup...

From this point of view, although I was hit by the opponent's knee and my thigh muscles hurt so much that I was about to cry, I could still stay on the court anyway.

It is indeed okay.

But Zhang Qinghuan didn't feel relaxed at all.

Because the "killing machine" has already set its sights on him.

"Okay, get up and move around." The old team doctor patted Zhang Qinghuan, indicating that his treatment was over.

Zhang Qinghuan didn't say a word, stood up and took two steps in silence.

Although there was still some pain in the place where I was hit, it did not affect my normal activities. After walking with a limp for two steps, I gradually got used to it.

He jogged back to his place.

Chen Xingyi was asking him: "How is brother Huan? Are you all right?"

Hu Lai also cast a concerned look at him.

He nodded to Chen Xingyi and Hu Lai respectively, indicating that he was fine.

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Although Zhang Qinghuan did not repeat Gao Ruimin's mistakes, but after the game resumed, he still couldn't get rid of Sateri.

Several times in the encounter with Sateri, he could only pass the football quickly, completely unable to organize the attack as he usually does.

His passing is also more cross-pass and return-oriented, with very few forward passes.

Li Zhifei, who watched the game from the sidelines for a while, shook his head: "Zhang Qinghuan was frozen by Sateri, and our offense couldn't be organized at all... The momentum that Hu Lai gained after scoring a goal is about to fall..."

Shi Wuyin didn't speak, just watched the game on the field.

Li Zhifei hesitated for a while and said, "Should we replace Zhang Qinghuan?"

Shi Wuyin pondered for a while before saying: "Substitute, call Lou Jiarong."

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The football rolled towards the sideline, and Zhang Qinghuan chased after it.

But just as he stretched his feet towards the football, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Sateri coming from the side with a sliding shovel!

He jumped up to avoid it.

The football was shoveled by Sately, flew up and hit Zhang Qinghuan's calf, and bounced off the touchline.

Not only did he not get the ball this time, he also gave the opponent a foul...

The referee raised his hands while blowing his whistle, signaling a substitution on the sidelines.

Zhang Qinghuan raised his head, and saw his number displayed on the sign held by the fourth official who was close at hand.

He realized he had been substituted.

So he didn't say anything, walked down the field with his head down, and briefly high-fived Lou Jiarong who was waiting on the sidelines.

Shi Wuzhen stretched out his hand, and he and Director Shi also clapped their hands together, then walked straight to the bench and high-fived each of his teammates.

Finally, he sat on the bench chair. Immediately, the staff of the national team handed him sweat towels and water, and the old team doctor came up again to check the condition of his thigh muscles.

For all of this, Zhang Qinghuan was indifferent, just staring blankly at the court.

"In the 70th minute of the game, the Chinese team made a second substitution. No. 7 Lou Jiarong came on, replacing No. 10 Zhang Qinghuan..."

"Zhang Qinghuan was closely guarded by the opponent in today's game, especially Sateli's defense against him was very fierce, which caused him great trouble. As the game progressed, it was almost difficult for him to perform decently... ...But luckily he was not injured in that collision, take a good rest, there are two games waiting for you."

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PS, today is still three shifts

The French team is really pulling their hips. However, I am still optimistic about their final victory in this European Cup.

After all, in the 2018 World Cup, they were also tied by Denmark in the group stage. What this team is best at is actually anti-counterattack, and anti-counterattack tactics will only be useful in the knockout stage.

So the French team had to enter the knockout round, which was almost invincible.

They can make it all the way to the finals by virtue of defense, and then crush their opponents to death.

Two own goals in Portugal's half, really speechless-the defending champion of the European Cup scored three goals in the half, but fell behind the opponent 1:2... Can you believe such a plot?

If this is the plot of a novel, I don’t know how many readers will be criticized for "making difficulties for the sake of difficulties", "in order to highlight the bravery of the protagonist, write teammates as idiots", "the defending champion is written like an amateur team by you"... …

When I was watching football, I was often troubled by the fact that I was too conservative and not bold enough when writing novels. Even though I wrote YY novels, they were not as crazy as the real world. I am really ashamed to be a YY writer!

So in the future, if you encounter something that doesn't satisfy you, or a plot that doesn't meet your expectations, you can spray whatever you want, but don't criticize what I wrote as "unreasonable". The German team beat the Brazilian team 7:1 at the gate of the Brazilian team, which is not reasonable at all...

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