World Cup of Great Powers

"Oh! This is a long-range shot from outside the penalty area by the South African team!" Huang Jianxiang's voice rang through the microphone again.

"It's a bit outrageous!"

"The Chinese team launches a quick counterattack!"

"Xu Hong distributed the ball to Sun Jihai on the wing."

"Sun Jihai brought the ball all the way to the front court."

"Cross from a 45-degree angle!"

"South African goalkeeper Hans Funk got the ball easily."

"Our passing accuracy needs to be improved."

Since the start of the "leisure", although the Chinese team defended more and attacked less, it was not too far behind on the scene.

On the contrary, Sun Jihai's frequent sprints and crosses from the wing caused a lot of trouble for the South African team.

"This is the first time the Chinese team has played against the South African team."

"Speaking of which, the Chinese team rarely has the opportunity to play against African teams."

"The last time we played against an African team was the first Dunhill Cup early last year."

"In Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, the Chinese team defeated Zimbabwe 3-1 to reach the Dunhill Cup final."

"And defeated Bosnia and Herzegovina 3-0 in the final."

"This is also the first international competition championship won by the Chinese team."

"I have to say that our football progress has been quite rapid in the past few years."

Just when Huang Jianxiang opened a bottle of mineral water and took a sip, something suddenly changed on the field.

In the midfield, South Africa suddenly discovered that the defensive players on the left side of the Chinese team were too flat and lacked mutual protection.

So a long pass was lobbed to the left edge of the Chinese team's penalty area.

Wu Chengying, who was desperately trying to chase back, focused his head on the ball flying in the air. As a result, he and Wei Qun collided with each other during the chase.

McCarthy took advantage of the situation. After getting the ball, he passed Xu Hong and formed a single goal.

Facing the Chinese team's goal, he pushed and shot through Ou Chuliang's fingers.

1 to 0.

The South African fans couldn't help but cheer.

However, only 3 minutes later, the cheers of the South African fans became louder - South Africa took a left corner kick, and the tall Bartlet jumped high in the crowd and headed the ball.

After the ball grazed Zhang Minghua's scalp, it flew past Ou Chuliang's desperately stretched fingertips and once again penetrated into the Chinese team's goal.

2 to 0.

All the players on the field looked livid and stood on the grass with dull faces.

On the side of the court, Chi Shangbin and Jin Zhiyang were also stunned, watching all this in disbelief.

This, this, this...

Huang Jianxiang almost cried.

"South Africa scores another goal!"

"When the Chinese team lost the first goal and didn't react!"

"Using a corner kick opportunity, the South African team once again broke through the door of the Chinese team."

"Just 10 minutes into the game, the South African team rewritten the score to 2-0."

"I hope the Chinese team can wake up from conceding the goal as soon as possible."

"We still have time, it is possible to equalize the score or even take the lead..."

Is this another one coming in?

Wu Chengying turned around, the bruises on her face from the collision with Wei Qun were still there.

Looking at Xu Hong behind her, her expression showed some doubts.

Xu Hong shook her head and said that I didn't expect you to miss the top.

But Wu Chengying can only jump so high, and it’s not up to him whether he jumps to the top or not.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, this..." Chi Shangbin became anxious.

10 minutes ago I was still dreaming of qualifying;

In 10 minutes, I will become the vice president of the World Cup!

Zeng Zheng did not expect such an unexpected situation.

The first goal was caused by Wu Chengying and Wei Qun's serious defense, which caused each to ignore the other, resulting in the opponent's one-on-one attack; the second goal was simply the opponent's set-piece tactic.

In the former situation, Zeng Zheng could not predict it at all, and naturally he would not remind him; in the case of the second goal, it was useless to remind him.

All that came from the stands were the cheers of South African fans.

Within just a few minutes, the 20,000 Chinese fans at the scene fell silent.

How could they still shout when they were two goals behind?

"Is Wu Chengying blind? Can he still bump into his teammates?"

"Wei Qun is so awesome, she can't even turn a corner, but when she saw her teammates running towards her, she bumped into them!"

"If you ask me, Coach Zeng shouldn't use Ou Chuliang, he is too short!"

The stands were filled with complaints from fans.

At this moment, a loud cheering sound rang out in the stands of the Chinese team.

"Come on, Chinese team, come on!!!"

Everyone followed the sound.

The little banyan with two red flags on her face, waving two small flags in her hands, stood in front of her seat and kept shouting.

Seeing this scene, Lao Rong felt sad and sad.

It's like I'm back in Jinzhou a year ago.

"Kid, you..." Some fans on the side couldn't stand it anymore, but they didn't know how to say it.

As if she had anticipated what the other party was going to say, Xiaorong puffed out her chest and answered loudly:

"This is not the Big Ten game last year."

"We have all arrived at the World Cup and are already victorious!"

"The game is not over yet, we haven't scored yet!"

"Why can't I keep shouting come on?"

After hearing this, the fans reacted.

"Hey, look at my brain! I'm worse than a child!"

The eldest brother patted his forehead.

Then he stood up and shouted loudly in time with Xiaorong's rhythm.

One spreads to ten, and ten spreads to a hundred.

Soon, the cheers became loud again, drowning out the cheers of the South African fans.

At this moment, defender Issa, who plays for Marseille, suddenly sent a long pass in the midfield.

Seeing Bartlett using force to get rid of Zhang Minghua, many fans at the scene felt dark.

"Fuck, it's over!"

"Zhang Minghua fell down!"

Huang Jianxiang's voice was also full of anxiety.

Bartlett is really awesome.

Zhang Huahua was stuck behind him.

The moment he caught the ball, he twisted his waist hard, then swung his arms, throwing Zhang Minghua to the ground.

Seeing that Bartlett was dribbling the ball to form a one-on-one shot, Xu Hong hurriedly ran over to defend.

But Bartlett was faster and rushed into the penalty area before Xu Hong blocked the ball.

Seeing that it was too late for his teammates, Ou Chuliang stepped forward and walked out of the door.

The 30-year-old Ou Chuliang is in his prime.

Whether it's speed, sensitivity, or reaction, it's at its peak.

Facing another one-on-one attack from his opponent, Ou Chuliang recalled in his mind what Zeng Zhengtong said to him that day.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Brother Ou, if one day I can coach the national team in the World Cup, I will definitely let you."

I thought it was a joke, but who would have thought it would turn out to be a prophecy.

Facing the approaching Bartlett, Ou Chuliang didn't hesitate at all, opened his arms and pounced on the ball at his opponent's feet.

This attack was extremely dangerous and left no room for oneself.

Seeing that the next step was about to step on the Chinese goalkeeper's face, Bartlett grinned and changed his right foot to push the ball over Ou Chuliang's head.

At this moment, everyone's eyes followed the arc of the ball and followed it down when it reached its highest point.

Although the ball flew slowly, everyone guessed the result.

Xiaorong tightly grasped the flagpole with both hands, and the nails of her thumbs were deeply embedded in her flesh.

The South African fans in the stands had already stood up and even raised their arms, cheering for the upcoming goal.

Just when the ball was about to fall into the goal again, a muffled "bang" sound came from the goal line.

A black sneaker has the spikes pointed upward, and the taut instep is tightly pressed against the surface of the ball.

While preventing it from moving forward, a powerful recoil force burst out.

The ball that was supposed to fly into the goal suddenly changed direction less than one centimeter in front of the goal line and flew high into the sky behind.

"Wu Chengying!!!" Huang Jianxiang only had time to call out the player's name.

Next, there was another "bang" sound.

Wu Chengying, whose name was "called", fell vertically to the ground under the influence of gravity, and her back fell hard on the turf.

Seeing Wu Chengying's landing posture, many fans trembled, as if they heard a "click" sound.

"Where's the ball?"

After landing, Wu Chengying quickly got up.

After turning around and seeing Sun Jihai knocking the ball out of the sideline, he grinned and fell to the ground with a grin on his face.

"Team doctor, team doctor!!!" Ou Chuliang shouted loudly.