World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 94 Gold 3 Minutes

Swearing?

Fuck his dirty words!

Lao Tzu is just an ordinary fan now.

Come as I please!
Of course, this is just what Huang Jianxiang thinks in his heart.

He couldn't say it.

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

"Not long after the start of the second half, the Chinese team scored a goal."

"Sun Jihai scored the goal."

"It was his goal that helped us equalize."

"It's 2-2 on the pitch now."

"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 way to go in the second half."

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

Sun Jihai waved his arms and galloped along the sidelines to the coach's bench.

"Coach Zeng, Coach Zeng, I scored a goal, I scored a goal!"

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.

Laughing and laughing, Sun Jihai began to cry.

After being injured in the first group match, Sun Jihai felt that the sky was about to collapse.

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

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

But now, everything is different.

Zeng Zheng not only gave him trust once again to arrange him to start, but also entrusted him with a heavy responsibility, giving him the right to fire on the court.

the most important is.

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

This is the World Cup!
It's not the junior high school league in DL city.

Coach Zeng is still so stable, still so amazing, and still so trustworthy!

Looking at Zeng Zheng who opened his arms to him from the sidelines, Sun Jihai's eyes turned red, and he threw himself in front of Zeng Zheng and was about to kneel down.

"Why? Your legs go soft after scoring the ball?"

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

The man has gold under his knees, and I'm not your parents, I can't bear such a big gift from you!

"All right, all right, isn't it just a goal?"

"Just celebrate."

"Go back to the field and continue the game."

"Try to use this strength to make another one."

Sun Jihai wiped away his tears and nodded severely.

"Ok!"

Looking at the backs of the players running back to the field, Zeng Zheng heard the praise of Jin Chi and the two again.

"Did you see that? Just now when Sun Jihai advanced forward, no one guarded him!"

"That's right, Li Bing took away the center of gravity of the opponent's defense. Who would have thought that our real killing move would be on Sun Jihai?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, coach Xiao Zeng is really good at using soldiers! If this was placed in ancient times, he would definitely be a famous general on the battlefield!"

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

The [-] fans who came to the scene never thought that a draw would make them ecstatic.

Whoa!

Isn't it a draw?
Why can't I bear it anymore?
Woohoo!

"Come on, come on!"

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

The fans who stood in front of the TV and radio were also in tears.

"Second, second!"

Watching the South African player kick the ball again on the screen, Uncle Zhao, who is over 70 this year, calmed down his excitement.

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

"Dad, you have to take it easy!"

"We can't put our bodies in because of a game."

"Yes, grandpa, you have to take care of your health!"

"Maybe we'll score again later!"

The son and grandson wiped Uncle Zhao's chest from left to right.

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

"Ah, ah, ah, you are really old!"

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

"Two at once"

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

"Son, you left Uncle Wang last year, but you didn't see the goal until you closed your eyes!"

Uncle Zhao sighed when he thought of his old golf friend who had passed away.

Seeing this, the son and grandson hurriedly continued to persuade each other with kind words.

Just when the three fathers were kind and son filial, Uncle Zhao suddenly looked excited and opened his mouth slightly.

The heartbeat also accelerated involuntarily.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Hearing the accelerated heartbeat of the old father, Xiao Zhao was startled.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't scare me!"

"What's the matter with you?"

Before Xiao Zhao finished speaking, Uncle Zhao concentrated all his strength on the palm of his hand and pushed his son away from him.

"Don't block me!"

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

After the latter dodged the angle to the side, he directly kicked a long pass behind the South African full-back.

With previous experience.

Yang Chen, who succeeded in countering offside, jumped 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 opponent's defenders 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 was formed in a short period of time in the frontcourt.

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

Seeing this, the South African defender hurriedly followed.

Four pass, three defend.

There is always one missed.

The ball was 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 fax dunk, protected the ball and raised his eyes, and the opposing midfielder was about to return to the defense.

Gritting his teeth, Wu Chengying took advantage of the gap from the spiking ball and took a step forward, directly breaking into the South African team's penalty area.

Once the white line was over, the South African defender who made up was like a cock with his feet tied.

Tuck your arms behind your back and keep stepping back.

Wu Chengying tapped the ball twice on the outer instep of his left foot. When the opponent came to the front, his feet suddenly swayed, and both feet quickly circled around the ball.

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

Third Prince, you are really relaxed!

Dare to step on a bicycle in the World Cup?
With just one round of cycling, Wu Chengying lost the focus of the opponent in front of him.

Seeing the opportunity to sweep with his left foot, the ball was picked up by Wu Chengying's arch and flew to the middle.

boom! ! !
Before the penalty kick, Li Bing leaped high and hit the center of the ball with his forehead intact.

The South African players who had just put in defense did not interfere with the jumping Li Bing, so they let him smash the ball into their own gate with their heads hard in front of them.

Fuck, come in again?
Sun Zhengping was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and adjusted the headset.

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

Judging from his voice and word order, it seems that he did not say that dirty word just now.

Not Huang Jianxiang?
That is
Sun Zhengping couldn't help but look to the side.

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

"Fuck, how did this goal become so easy?"

(End of this chapter)