C Luo was a little angry and embarrassed. Seeing such a punishment, he was obviously very disappointed.

He ran to the referee and shouted for a few words, but finally calmed down. He wanted to score too much and made his mood fluctuate.

"Royce is a bit too much. This is a good goal. It doesn't constitute a foul. He didn't even touch his feet. But he can understand his mood to score."

"The score has not changed."

Although he was startled by Ronaldo's attack, the Chinese team continued to stick to their own style of play and still dared to attack. Yang Liyu and Wu Xi fought against Wu Xi on the side and immediately raised the ball forward. Dong Fangzhuo faced the defense of Fonte and Pepe and tried to knock the ball over them with his heels, but Pepe obviously had a hand and blocked Dong Fangzhuo's turn direction. The ball finally fell into the goalkeeper's hand and threw the ball to Ruo Mario's feet. Mario didn't seem to adapt to the rhythm of the court. After receiving the ball, he didn't know who to pass it to. As a result, he chose to pass it horizontally to Bruno. Feng Renliang rushed up quickly and directly slipped the ball to the bottom, hooking the ball under his feet.

"nice shot!"

Feng Renliang immediately climbed up from the turf and quickly drove the ball towards Guerrero. Although Guerrero was ready, Feng Renliang chose to cut the edge line before he was close to him. He tapped his left foot and immediately used his right foot to cross the ball to Dong Fangzhuo, who was more than 20 meters away. While the opponent did not force him up, Dong Fangzhuo pushed the arch of his right foot and the ball rolled towards Feng Renliang again. Feng Renliang poked the toes, took a step forward, and immediately volleyed his left foot!

The ball flew towards the lower left corner of the goal against the turf!

Patricio lay steadily on the turf, slapped his right palm, and the ball rolled along the bottom line. There was another exclamation in the stands, and the Chinese team missed the opportunity to score again.

It was still Feng Renliang's figure. He did not regret not scoring, but chased the ball straight to the ball. However, Guerrero still kicked the ball out first. The ball fell far to the backcourt of the Chinese team. The Chinese team's attack was still extinguished. However, Li Xuepeng steadily stopped the ball with his chest on the left side, and quickly handed the ball to Zhang Xizhe again. Zhang Xizhe transferred a large scale! It was Yang Liyu's turn to get the ball.

"God,"

“Portuguese is now passive.”

"The Chinese team played too hard on both sides, making Portugal's midfield and backcourt exhausted. If you continue playing like this, something will happen sooner or later!"

"Chinese players are too capable of running. If they don't pay attention to the defense, they may be penetrated."

The Chinese team continued to maintain their offensive advantage through substitutions, but although Portugal changed two, the scene was still embarrassing. Santos was anxious on the sidelines. He was not like this before, and he still underestimated the strength of the new Chinese players.

“Press up,”

“Press up,”

He kept wavering hands on the sidelines and shouting, finally, he no longer let the players pile in the backcourt, and he felt the danger strongly. Then Portugal's formation moved and quickly reached a new balance with the Chinese team. The pressure on the defense decreased, and Ronaldo almost got more balls. He gave Felix two passes in a row. However, Felix's physical fitness dropped significantly, and the breakthrough speed was significantly reduced a lot, and he was finally successfully cleared by Zhang Linpeng and Wang Gang.

Time flies, and the 80th minute of the game is coming, with only the last ten minutes left.

"Ten minutes left,"

"The score is still tied 1:1."

"Neither side can break the ball."

"At this time, whoever wants to advance one first will have to finish the game. It seems that both sides have started to slow down. Do you want to play extra time?"

"Dong Fangzhuo's position is still relatively low. Most of the time, Feng Renliang and Yang Liyu broke through on the two sides to cause trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Renliang got a chance to set the ball in the frontcourt on the wing. Bruno was the one who fouled. Guerrero had already received a yellow card, so Bruno could only share more defensive responsibilities.

"The set ball at this position cannot be shot directly. I guess Dong Fangzhuo can only shoot one shot. Zhang Linpeng came up and ran up for the first time in this game. The Chinese team has not many high points, and not many can grab points. Zhang Linpeng is one."

"But the only players entering the penalty area are Zhang Linpeng, Wei Shihao, Wu Xi and Wang Gang."

"I feel like there is no advantage in grabbing points."

Dong Fangzhuo bent down and put the ball twice in a row, observing the goal guarded by Patricio. The penalty area was full of people, but it was difficult to find the shadow of Chinese players, and they were almost surrounded.

Have a kick?

It may be a little trouble to take advantage of the chaos.

Having this idea in my mind, I specially added two run-up distances here.

The whistle sounded, and Dong Fangzhuo chose to shoot with his right foot!

boom--

Tomahawk!

When the ball entered the penalty area, it obviously slid to the right, which looked very strange.

"This ball!"

"Change direction!"

"I'm in!!!"

"The ball is in!!!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

“Incredible!”

"The goalkeeper had almost no reaction. He definitely didn't expect the ball to fly like this. No matter how you look at the ball, it seemed like it was flying to the middle of the goal, but the ball flew to the far post by a silly misfortune!"

“2:1!”

"The Chinese team finally took the lead,"

“In the 82nd minute!”

"One hand of the Chinese team has touched the World Cup championship! Just stick to these few minutes."

The stadium was boiling in an instant, and the drums shook the sky and cheered everywhere. Chinese fans finally waited for the second goal. Both football celebrities and national leaders couldn't help but shout like ordinary fans.

At this moment, joy belongs to China.

For the Portuguese, Dong Fangzhuo's goal almost frozen the air, and everyone could not breathe in an instant.

Duang! It seemed like a huge rock hit the head, completely losing consciousness.

C Ronaldo felt such an impact more than anyone else. Maybe he lost the Hercules Cup because of this ball...

Dong Fangzhuo was almost standing there, waiting for his teammates to come from all directions, while Ronaldo had already run to the goal and picked up the ball, then rushed to the center circle arc. This scene happened to be clearly seen by Dong Fangzhuo.

He knew that maybe Ronaldo was going to miss the Hercules Cup.

“Concentrate,”

“Continue to focus!”

"Play the best few minutes!"

He yelled, and at this time, he could not help but make any mistakes!

"Follow them and don't let a fly fly by!"

Only so little time left...

"Come on China!"

"Come on, the Chinese team!"

The shirtless Chinese fans shouted in the stands, giving more strength to Chinese players...

Although Dong Fangzhuo's goal just now was quite beautiful, no one was discussing it, because the game was more important, and every minute was terrifying!

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Chapter completed!