Click,

Mao Jianqing hit the right foot and cut into the left side of the Dutch penalty area.

It was almost exactly the same angle as Robben just now. No one expected that he did not pass the ball to Dong Fangzhuo. Devry, who had an argument with the goalkeeper before, had no time to stop Mao Jianqing.

His chance was easier for Robben. No one came to block him, and there was no time.

In a blink of an eye, Mao Jianqing adjusted his shooting pace and still shot with his left foot.

boom,

Far corner!

He likes the big far corners, not the near corners.

Hom,

The ball drew a strong arc and flew directly to the far corner of the goal.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This scene was too abrupt. When the ball was directly hung on the upper right corner of the goal, everyone was stunned for two seconds, and then the stands went crazy in an instant.

"Mao Jianqing!"

"Mao Jianqing scored a goal!"

"Ah, I really didn't expect it!"

"The Chinese team actually scored another goal, I can't believe it."

“3:0!”

“3:0!”

"That's right, at this moment, at the 58th minute of the game, the Chinese team had already led the Netherlands 3:0, with the three goals scored by Sun Jihai, Dong Fangzhuo and Mao Jianqing."

"This score is too unexpected. I believe that fans all over the world will not believe that this will be the result, not to mention that the game has not been played for less than 60 minutes now."

"I feel that after the Dutch team had just quarreled, they were distracted on the court. With three goals in hand, is there any suspense in the Chinese team reaching the World Cup semi-finals? If the Dutch team wants to blame, they can only blame themselves. It's not that they don't have a chance, but the Chinese team can seize the opportunity more."

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind..." The music of "Singing the Motherland" was played high on the spot, and Chinese fans did not believe that there was still a miracle in the Netherlands.

The Dutch team fell down!

Sneider, Robben, Van Persie, and Blind, their expressions were extremely ugly, as if their parents were dead... They fell down so unprepared. They were just about to show their power in the second half and strive to equalize the score, but the defense line was so terrible.

"Fake!"

Robben, who was impatient, sweared on the spot. He couldn't bear it anymore. He spat on the turf and dragged his heavy steps towards the arc of the middle circle.

Sneider shook his head all the way, and his head fell into chaos. The dream was ruthlessly defeated by reality, and no one could accept it for a while.

Off the field, Van Gaal's old face twitched violently, shaking and shaking, and even his two thighs felt unstable. Being behind three goals, the trend was hopeless, and he himself could not believe that the Netherlands could still tie the score.

But after all the calculations, the players were infighting again. Just because of the little quarrel on the field, the Dutch team's future was ruined!

※※※※

In the Dutch Sports Live Room, Rijkaard spread his hands and said, "Ha, this is the ending."

"Although I don't think this is the result, the fact is ruthless. The Netherlands will always fall like this. When will there be a united Netherlands? They should feel ashamed and ashamed!"

Debor grabbed a handful of sparse silver hair, "After these children grow old, the next generation will come again, alas..." Thinking of Ajax, Feyenoord has not had such a good seedling in recent years, his heart is bleak.

"No, the Netherlands will always be the Netherlands. That day will not be too far away. It's just that our philosophy must be very clear."

After falling behind three goals, the Dutch team was no longer interested in fighting. After a sudden death, everything became messy. The offense began to become unorganized and almost fought on their own. After Robben got the ball, he almost did not take the initiative to find his teammates, but chose to go alone. With Sun Jihai's assisted defense cooperation, Feng Xiaoting continuously blocked his way, so that even Van Persie had an opinion.

Then Van Persie was replaced early by Hunteral...

Maybe Van Persie's national team trip is about to end here, and he didn't seem to realize something until he walked off the court.

He is 31 years old. Four years later, he still has hope of joining the national team? He can't believe it or think about it.

That's it?

Although Van Gaal was in a very uncomfortable mood, he still came up to hug him. Van Persie, who had a numb look on his face, still couldn't come back to his senses, but tears came out of his eyes...

"This should be Van Persie's last World Cup. He is 35 years old in four years and basically has no chance. In the center position, the Netherlands is increasingly lacking top centers. Although Hunteral is also a good forward, there is still a gap compared to the previous ones. Besides, Hunteral is not young after four years."

As time passes, the Dutch team still has not created any offensive opportunities. In fact, everyone knows very well that the game has ended early.

There was only one person still fighting, and Wesley Sneider was still very diligent in asking for the ball in the midfield, running back and forth, and he still tried to organize the attack.

There is still time, why do you all give up?

We still have time! We shouldn't give up!

He once again stuffed the ball to Robben. Now he doesn't mind Robben eating alone because he believes Robben has the ability to create opportunities, but Robben eventually fell in front of the Chinese team's penalty area.

The Dutch team finally got a chance to have a free kick in the frontcourt. Robben got up and walked away without saying a word, just because the position was not good and was not suitable for his left foot to take the penalty.

Sneider finally walked up and stood in front of the ball. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed in his heart.

God, please give me strength so that I can score this goal so that I will not let the Netherlands lose its disappointment...

Beep,

The referee's whistle was a little harsh, but Sneider's pace was still so steady.

A very tricky arc ball was shot in the inside of the right foot.

Duang!

Once again, his shot hit the post.

Once in the first half, once in the second half!

The crisp voice seemed to tell Sneider, as if even God was rejecting Holland. The expression on his face instantly became very painful.

I really want to cry.

But the ball bounced back and did not go out of bounds. The mid post did not stop the game! The goal post made the Dutch players lost again at that moment, but the Chinese players did not!

Dong Fangzhuo received the ball from Zhang Linpeng on the right side of the penalty area, and then just looked up and immediately sent out a long pass over the top!

This ball was directly found in Feng Renliang!

Feng Renliang rushed over Indy at a rapid speed, and kept the ball off and unloaded the ball to the right side of the Dutch team's penalty area!

As usual, Mao Jianqing just showed him a perfect shot.

He also chose to play in the far corner of the goal!

Bang--

The ball is hung straight at the dead corner.

4:0.

Disastrous defeat! Massacre! It is a foregone conclusion...

In the stands, there were crying sounds in the orange ocean, which was terrible. Even the Chinese fans quickly became quiet and couldn't bear to continue to stimulate the basketball fans.

They quietly accompanied Dutch fans through the last few minutes...
Chapter completed!