World Cup of Great Powers

Said something bad?

Fuck your dirty words!

I am just an ordinary fan now.

I can do whatever feels good to me!

Of course, this is just what Huang Jianxiang is thinking.

Nothing came out of his mouth.

After realizing that he blurted out "fuck", Huang Jianxiang quickly adjusted his mood and praised Sun Jihai's goal with extremely fast speech and lengthy commentary.

"Not long after the second half started, the Chinese team scored."

"The goal was scored by Sun Jihai."

"It was his goal that helped us equalize the score."

"The score on the court is now 2-2."

"If this score is maintained until the end, then we will get the first point in the history of the World Cup."

"Come on, Team China!"

"There's still a long time left in the second half."

"There is still a chance to set more records!"

Sun Jihai waved his arms and ran along the sidelines to the coaching bench.

"Coach Zeng, coach Zeng, I scored, I scored!"

At this moment, Sun Jihai still looks like a 21-year-old adult.

It was clearly a child who had just turned 12 years old.

While smiling, Sun Jihai started to cry.

After getting injured in the first group match, Sun Jihai felt like the sky was falling.

The team doctor told him that his foot should rest for at least a month. Even the doctor at the hospital told him that it was best to stay in bed and rest.

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In his condition, even if he could walk on the third day, no coach would dare to use him.

But now, everything is different.

Zeng Zheng not only once again gave him trust and arranged for him, but also entrusted him with important tasks and gave him the power to fire on the court.

the most important is.

According to Zeng Zheng's tactics, he really scored!

This is the World Cup!

This is not a league for junior high school students in DL City.

Coach Zeng is still so steady, still so magical, and still so trustworthy!

Seeing Zeng Zheng opening his arms to him on the sidelines, Sun Jihai's eyes turned red and he threw himself in front of Zeng Zheng and was about to kneel down.

"What are you doing? Your legs are weak after scoring a goal?"

At the critical moment, Zeng Zheng grabbed Sun Jihai by the scruff of his neck.

This man has gold at his knees, and I am not your father or mother, so I can’t stand such a great gift from you!

"Okay, okay, isn't it just a goal?"

"Just celebrate."

"Hurry back to the court and continue the game."

"Try to use this energy to score another one."

Sun Jihai wiped away his tears and nodded sternly.

"Um!"

Looking at the backs of the players running back to the field, Zeng Zheng heard the praises of Jin and Chi again in his ears.

"Did you see that? When Sun Jihai advanced just now, no one was guarding him!"

"Yes, the opponent's defensive focus has been taken away by Li Bing. Who would have thought that our real killer move is Sun Jihai?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, coach Xiao Zeng is really a master in using troops! If this were placed in ancient times, he would definitely be a famous general on the battlefield!"

...

From being two goals behind, to tying the score 2-2.

The 20,000 fans who came to the scene never thought that a draw would make them ecstatic.

Wow ya ya!

Isn't it just a draw?

Why can't I bear it any longer?

Woohoo wow wow!

"Come on, come on!"

It's not just the fans who come to the scene.

The fans who stayed in front of the television and radio also had tears in their eyes.

"The second one, the second one!"

Watching the South African players on the screen kick the ball out again, Mr. Zhao, who is in his seventies this year, calmed down his excitement.

With the support of his son and grandson, he slowly sat down.

"Dad, please take it easy!"

"We can't risk our bodies just because of a game."

"Yes, grandpa, you should take good care of your health!"

"Maybe we will score again later!"

The son and grandson wiped Uncle Zhao's chest up and down, one on the left and the other on the right.

After dozens of beats in a row, Uncle Zhao's heartbeat slowed down a bit.

"Oh my, my, my... I am so old!"

"I can see the Chinese team score goals in the World Cup in my lifetime..."

"I'll get two more at once..."

"Tsk, tsk, this life is not in vain!"

"Son, your uncle Wang who left last year didn't even see the goal until he closed his eyes!"

Uncle Zhao couldn't help but sigh when he thought of his old golf friend who had passed away.

Seeing this, the children and grandchildren hurriedly continued to persuade him with good words.

Just when the three of them were loving father and son, Uncle Zhao suddenly looked excited and opened his mouth slightly.

The heartbeat speeds up unconsciously.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

Xiao Zhao was startled when he heard his old father's accelerated heartbeat.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't scare me!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Before Xiao Zhao could finish speaking, Uncle Zhao concentrated all his strength on his palms and pushed his son away from him.

"Don't block me!"

Little Zhao followed his grandfather's gaze and saw that Shen Si successfully intercepted the ball on the screen and made a diagonal pass to Yu Genwei.

The latter ducked to the side and then directly took off the ball and passed the ball behind the South African full-back.

With the previous experience.

Yang Chen, who successfully countered offside, stepped in and once again stopped the ball one step ahead of his opponent.

After getting the ball, Yang Chen decisively pulled to the side, attracting the defender in the middle to the side.

At the same time, Li Bing also rushed over.

Counting Wu Chengying and Sun Jihai, a 4-on-3 situation formed in the frontcourt in a short period of time.

Yang Chen saw the opportunity and passed back to the middle.

Upon seeing this, the South African defender quickly followed.

Four people pass the ball and three people defend.

There is always someone who misses something.

The ball passed from right to left in a straight line in front of the South African penalty area.

Wu Chengying, who finally got the ball, faked a dunk. After protecting the ball, he looked up and saw that the opponent's midfielder was about to return to defense.

Gritting her teeth, Wu Chengying took advantage of the gap created by the spike and took a step forward, directly breaking into the South African team's penalty area.

As soon as the white line passed, the South African defender who came over looked like a rooster with his feet tied.

Put your arms behind your back and keep stepping back.

Wu Chengying tapped the ball twice with the outside instep of her left foot. When her opponent came to the front, she suddenly swayed with both feet and quickly circled over the ball.

Seeing this scene, Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but climax.

Third Prince, you are really relaxed!

Do you dare to ride a bicycle in the World Cup?

In just one round of cycling, Wu Chengying lost the center of gravity of the opponent in front of her.

Seeing the opportunity, he swept the ball with his left foot. The ball was picked up by the arch of Wu Chengying's foot and flew towards the center.

boom!

Before the penalty kick, Li Bing jumped up high and completely hit the center of the ball with his forehead.

The South African players who had just finished their defense did not cause any interference to the jumping Li Bing, and just let him smash the ball into their own goal with his head in front of him.

Fuck, come in again?

Sun Zhengping was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and adjusted the headset.

What came from the headset was Huang Jianxiang's almost crazy low voice.

Listening to his voice and word order, it seems that the curse word just now was not spoken by him.

Not Huang Jianxiang?

That is...

Sun Zhengping couldn't help but look to his side.

Song Shixiong, who was serving as a guest, was shaking his head and looking at the screen, mumbling all the time.

"Fuck, how did it become so easy to score a goal?"

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