Golden Greenery

Dazhi was very tired, so tired that his eyes were dizzy and his hands were numb, so he made a mistake. He made a mistake when passing the ball in the frontcourt and stopped directly to the horse to retreat from the enemy. What followed was Mbappe's run, which was quite fatal.

Alas, Dazhi is getting old.

Fortunately, Xiao Jiang decisively dropped Scar and attacked Mbappe with Von Erdini. He was unable to prevent him, but he also did not let him succeed. He barely fired without enough power and was confiscated by Yan Junlin.

It's the 87th minute. This is an opportunity to completely kill the Chinese team. The Frenchman's sigh is just like Wu Lei's sigh just now.

Time is like a rope of death, tightening the throat of the Chinese team. The French team's counterattack was like a sharp butcher's knife constantly dancing around the Chinese team's neck.

Two minutes later, Zhuoyang forced a long-range shot and was picked off by Lloris. The counterattack of the hand-thrown ball seemed to be precisely guided. He once again found Mbappe, and his hungry ax was about to dry out.

Passing Feng Xiaoting was like a sports car driving through a deserted street in the early morning. He only heard the sound of explosions and didn't even leave him a chance to foul.

Xiao Jiang could only throw down a more dangerous scar again and pounce on him in exchange for his life. Mbappe was not greedy for credit and pushed the left side to give him Uncle Scar.

Scar is a thousand-year-old vixen and a swordsman in the desert. He has ten thousand ways to defeat Yan Junlin face to face.

There is only one kind of ambition, his magic.

Only the 38-year-old Dazhi rushed back. In the duel between the two veterans, he blocked the hole of the gun with a slide shovel the moment Scar pushed the far corner. I don’t know how he came here from thousands of miles away, but he did it.

So cool.

Dazhi is such a person, swinging between 'he is old' and 'he is old and awesome'.

There was no time to hold a small personal commendation meeting for Dazhi. Duan Xuan said his most annoying words in the live broadcast: There is not much time left for the Chinese team.

Thirty thousand Chinese fans were calling Zhuo Yang's name in unison, and they also booed when Deschamps replaced Debich with Sidibe in a delaying tactic.

It was so difficult for Zhuoyang that he was even shameless and made a completely substandard dive in the penalty area.

Tolisso retracted his leg in time, but Zhuo Yang didn't care at all. The air swept his leg and slapped it to the ground.

It was so fake that even Kanter was embarrassed. Referee Roldan would not taint himself just to please him. Not giving Zhuoyang a yellow card was a decent act of care for the superstar.

The fourth official Ramos gave 4 minutes of stoppage time, which finally aroused the dissatisfaction of Deschamps, who was forcing himself to be calm throughout the game. He believed that there were not too many dead balls in the second half, and 4 minutes was obviously too much.

Sforza is also very neurotic under great pressure, and Deschamps' nagging made him unable to help but talk back. Brother Zha is actually a low-key person who always wants to be a scholar and a handsome person, and likes to pretend to be polite in front of others, but the suffocating feeling in the World Cup semi-finals is enough to make the thousand-year-old fox demon show its tail.

"We had two injuries in the game. Is 4 minutes too much?"

"You should be penalized two more times." Deschamps sneered, referring to the two vicious fouls committed by Zheng Zhi and Xiao Feng.

"Then you go beat the referee." Zha Ge was furious: "You should die in the group stage."

"You deserve to die!"

The two of them stepped on the edge of their respective training areas and exchanged blows. They exposed each other in a very polite and disgraceful manner. Fortunately, neither of them was as bad as Neeskens and Susic when the Chinese team played against Bosnia and Herzegovina four years ago. They only fought verbally and had no extra actions.

The coaching staff on both sides, Lombardo and Vaughns, Stefan and Xavio, came up to advise each other, and also exchanged words with each other from time to time. Anyway, it’s a fake plastic friendship before the game.

At this time, it is considered to be lost to the country of Java.

By the time the referee intervened on the sidelines, both sides were full of anger but still pretended not to care and ended the fight. The time had reached 92 minutes.

The Chinese team kept hitting the ball into the French penalty area, and was pushed out again and again. At this time, the young and old men no longer had the concept of caring about their head and body.

Don't care about anything. Not to mention the quarrel on the sidelines just now, even if Sforza and Deschamps slashed at each other with kitchen knives, Zhuoyang and his teammates would not even look this way.

The same goes for France, and even Scar returned to the edge of the penalty area and came to pester his brother Zhuoyang himself.

Zhuo Yang could do such a shameless flop just now. Scar knew that only by clinging to him and kidnapping him out of brotherly love could he stop Zhuo Yang from continuing to be shameless.

At this point, the brothers really have a finger on Zhuo Yang's pulse. He can't do anything to deceive his friends, even in such a crisis.

Whether it was Scar's integrity that infected Zhuo Yang's loyalty, or Scar's chicken thieves defeated Zhuo Yang's chicken thieves. In short, Zhuo Yang could only rely on his true ability of fair play to save the team.

A sudden low shot from the corner of the penalty area passed through the small crowd and was stopped by Lloris's side dive.

The ball went to the left side of the penalty area, and C Zhe stopped the ball to adjust and immediately passed the ball to the back point. I couldn't tell who passed it because it was so crowded.

The long-legged Pogba took advantage of the ball and he lifted his leg from the small penalty area to save it. However, Pogba possessed the fake academic master and just wrote an explanation. The football flew lightly but did not fly far, and landed at Zhuo Yang's feet again.

No one dares to be careless in the penalty area. Scar, Kanter, and Tolisso are like three leeches, tightly attached to Zhuoyang, and like three big nets, shrouding him in darkness.

Zhuo Yang held the three of them with his back, swaying left and right, making himself round with false and false movements. But how could it be so easy to get rid of three people, especially with Scar holding his butt in a very obscene manner.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of a narrow defensive gap that flashed, and it was fleeting. One end of the gap is at the goal, this end is between Tolisso's legs.

He didn't even have to turn around, he twisted around and kicked his heels violently. Tolisso felt a chill in his crotch, and Scar was shocked.

The route is indeed narrow, but Zhuoyang's handling is very precise. The football passes through the crotch and goes straight to the goal along the gap.

But after kicking out, Zhuoyang knew it was gone because he saw Loris suddenly shifting and appearing at the other end of the shortcut.

This shot is a clever shot with little power. As long as the goalkeeper is prepared, football will throw itself into a trap.

Zhuo Yang secretly sighed: I shouldn't...

The football obediently ran toward Lloris, who was already half-crouching. It seemed that he could see the joy of harvest in the eyes of the French goalkeeper.

Suddenly, a red shoe suddenly appeared on the ground, as if it had grown directly from the grass.

Like the bright silver spear of gentian in Zhao Zilong's palm, it pierces the night and the sky.

The red sneakers intercepted the ball halfway and scooped up the football. Zhuo Yang watched it pass by through the gap. The red sneakers were connected to red socks and red shorts, with the number '7' clearly on the side.

Leizi!

Wu Lei's shovel shot sent Football Reese's flawless left side into the right side of the goal.

Leizi, who missed two excellent scoring opportunities before, finally completed his redemption at the most critical moment. Zhuoyang and Sforza did not believe in the wrong person after all.

Wu Lei lay on the back of captain Zhuo Yang and roared until his throat was split.

At the last moment, Leizi gave full play to his advantages in football intelligence and judgment, accurately captured the trajectory of the football among thousands of troops, calculated the causes and consequences of the shot in an instant, and then made the final decision before the rest of the world. Reasonable choice.

2:2. This is by no means a perfect goal, but a strategic goal that the Chinese team came back to overlook the French.

The Chinese team, which has the advantage of winning on penalty kicks, will gradually tighten the noose around the Frenchman's neck in overtime.

This heroic Chinese team not only has the God Zhuoyang, the Eight Great Vajras and the Returnees from the Four Seas, but everyone here can compete and no one will abandon or give up.

The red sun rises in the east. Born here and raised here, I hope to be prosperous for thousands of miles and prosperous for thousands of years.