"Feng Jin, there is a successor to the Chinese team!"

"How big a heart does it take to score such a goal? I have watched football for more than 30 years, and only Dong Fangzhuo and him have scored such a goal, and even Feng Renliang has not done it."

For a moment, Feng Jin detonated China.

There is almost no time left for Uruguay. They are dying slowly. Every second of time goes back, it is like their hearts beating, plop, plop, and one of them is about to stop beating.

Suarez, who was unwilling to give up, was making his last sprint, but Bentancur's ball failed to pass it over. The ball was intercepted by Huang Bowen, and he ran for nothing.

With a squeak, he ran back angrily, and then shoveled down at Huang Bowen's feet.

Angry scissors feet.

A shovel of loss of mind.

Maybe when he made a move, he didn't know what he was doing.

Huang Bowen was caught off guard and fell on the turf, and let out a painful roar that resounded through the sky.

The referee's whistle sounded, showing Suarez a red card directly, and blew the whistle to the end of the game at the same time.

The unlucky Huang Bowen lay on the turf and kept rolling around with his left foot, and all the Chinese players forgot to celebrate.

"Louis!"

"You idiot!"

"That's so stupid!"

Dong Fangzhuo yelled at Suarez. After all, this guy can't afford to lose. He even has to kick Huang Bowen. If Huang Bowen is injured, who will replace him in the next game?

Zhao Xuri had already rushed towards Suarez and grabbed Suarez's collar. He wanted to seek justice for Huang Bowen.

"You're such a shameful guy!"

"The clown who can't afford to lose!"

These people have no friendship with Suarez.

Godin came over to help and separated the two of them. He lost the game and was acquaintance again. This time it was really embarrassing.

And at this moment, Tavarez limped into the stadium with a cane, and no one noticed his arrival.

When he walked behind Suarez, Tavarez raised his crutch with his right hand and thrust hard towards Suarez's back.

With a snap,

The strength is quite strong.

"Enough!"

"Can't you afford to lose?"

"I still want to continue to embarrass you?"

The crutch fell, and Tavarez had turned around and walked back.

Suarez was stunned, all his teammates were stunned.

The old handsome back is so lonely...

“Louis,”

"Stop making trouble."

Godin shook his head, then said to Dong Fangzhuo, "I'm sorry, Dong."

"Congratulations, you've advanced."

“…”

Godin drove all his teammates away and followed the old coach all the way. No one dared to say anything, and no one dared to chase after him. The Uruguayan fans in the stands were also silently watching all this, and they were already crying.

As expected, most of the players in Uruguay cannot participate in the next World Cup. It is time for Tavarez to leave the football stage. He has dedicated his life to Uruguay for decades, but he still failed to do what he wants.

It was not until Tavarez walked out of the court that Uruguayan fans remembered to give Uruguay the warmest applause and shouted Tavarez's name.

"Thank you,"

"Thank you,"

The one they should thank most is Tavarez, not any player.

At this time, Huang Bowen finally stood up from the turf. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with his left foot. It hurt just now, but now it's all right.

"That boy is so yin,"

"I almost got rid of it by him."

"Not different from before."

Everyone knows Suarez well...

"Forget it, it's fine, after all, they lost the game."

"Let's go, thank the fans for going!"

Dong Fangzhuo patted Huang Bowen on the shoulder and hugged him.

Now, it has finally become a sea of ​​celebration for Chinese fans...

From the quarterfinals of 16 to the quarterfinals, the Chinese team advanced one step further, and there were only two games before the finals. Now, we can wait for the next opponent.

When everyone turned around, they found that coach Clauchen was sitting quietly on the coach's seat alone, without any excitement.

Maybe he is tired, Dong Fangzhuo saw it, hurts it in his heart, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He was still in the position of coach of the Chinese team at the age of 77. In addition to heartache, he was still heartache.

He stepped towards Clauchen and sat silently beside him, just like an old and a young man enjoying the night view at night.

"I've entered the quarterfinals,"

"Um,"

“We are already on the way.”

"Um."

"The next goal is the semifinals."

"Um."

Clauchen just nodded, not saying much.

"I'm so tired, just go and have a rest. I can attend the press conference on your behalf." Dong Fangzhuo looked at the tired face on his face and felt distressed again.

"Well, I'm really tired."

"Maybe,"

"I'm really going to have a rest."

"Yes, after playing this World Cup, you can spend your old age in peace." Dong Fangzhuo also nodded.

"No,"

"I mean, maybe from now on."

"I can't walk anymore, and I feel like I'm about to collapse. Help me up and let me try walking."

?

Dong Fangzhuo was shocked and had an unknown premonition in his heart, but he still gently helped Clauchen up. At the same time, he greeted the team doctor.

The team doctor came over and saw it, and was stunned. He held Clauchen's other arm.

"He wasn't like this before,"

"You're so tired, you're so excited to win just now?"

"I'm going to take him to the hospital for a checkup now."

The team doctor's reaction was still very fast.

In this way, the two of them helped Crowze walk towards the player's passage. The camera camera kept shooting, and all the fans on the scene saw it.

"What's going on?"

"What happened to Clauchen?"

"Why support?"

"Ah, no..."

There was a lot of discussion in the stands.

In the live broadcast room, Huang Jianxiang and Duan Xuan were also confused.

"There is a physical problem with the old coach."

“It’s really worrying.”

"At 77 years old."

"The army cannot be the commander of the military. I hope there is nothing wrong with Clauchen."

...

The fans in front of the TV were also worried, but more people had already gone to drink and celebrate, and there was no scene after the game.

The ambulance drove to the local hospital in a tumultuous manner. Dong Fangzhuo was with Clauchen and did not go back to the locker room, nor did he intend to attend any press conference.

Nothing is more important than Lao Shuai's health.

At this time, Clauchen slept very peacefully, no different from other simple old people. He almost devoted himself to the Chinese national football team. His grandson even registered with a Chinese household registration, which can be said to be half a Chinese.

“It will be better,”

"don’t worry."
Chapter completed!