"Hao Junmin!"

"Hao Junmin!"

"He completed a side-length barb shot on the corner of the small penalty area, and the Brazilian goalkeeper did not respond at all!"

“2:1!”

"Minute 105!"

beep--

The referee's time was really accurate, and he didn't give Brazilian players a chance to watch the game again, ending the first half of the overtime.

Brazilian players can only bring pain to the second half.

"What did I say, 18-year-old Hao Junmin! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"It's so amazing, this national youth team is unprecedented!"

"I want to cry..."

Huang Jianxiang only felt his nose sore and he really wanted to cry.

But he forced himself to hold his breath and raised his head again.

It is not the time to cry happily, and the competition is not over yet. He needs to continue to explain the competition in front of the people of the whole country.

"There are 15 minutes left. Young men, you must persevere! The people of the whole country are supporting you at this moment!"

"come on!"

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"Woo woo..." The Brazilian fans were speechless.

The guy who had bet with Chinese fans before was taking advantage of everyone's attention and slowly moved his foot back and gradually disappeared into the crowd...

He didn't want to eat the seat after Brazil lost the game.

"It's impossible. Brazil can definitely equalize the score in the first half of overtime."

"It's absolutely impossible to lose this game."

The live camera lens switched to the VIP seat, where a large number of celebrities and football celebrities were watching the game.

Dutch football legend Cruyff, Brazilian football legend Romario, Chinese football legend... and Gao Feng, who is the Chinese promotion ambassador of the World Youth Championship.

Gao Feng's fists were clenched tightly. The moment Hao Junmin scored the goal, he almost shouted.

Although there are many stars around him, no one is alone. Perhaps the star sitting here is only unknown. He is just a Chinese star, not a world star...

But Hao Junmin's goal made everyone know him.

It turns out that he is a famous Chinese football player...

"Fuck you!"

When he saw the excitement, he would swear a few times. He was so straightforward. Anyway, foreigners couldn't understand Chinese...

"Idiot Brazil, you still don't die this time?" He is no different from an ordinary fan.

Both coaches kept explaining the players who were preparing to play on the sidelines. Crowchen must only care about the team's defense, while the coach of the Brazilian National Youth League must only think about attacking.

In the 106th minute, the Brazilian army was approaching and tried to cooperate with the Chinese team's penalty area through the middle lane, but Feng Xiaoting's precise interception destroyed their attack.

In the 107th minute, the Brazilian striker broke into the penalty area. Feng Xiaoting fell directly on the turf without touching him. Then the Brazilian immediately surrounded the referee and asked for a penalty kick.

no,no,no, the referee's index finger shaking continuously in front of them, telling the Brazilian.

"This is not a penalty!"

"This is not a penalty!"

Then, Brazilian striker Sobis received a yellow card.

In the 108th minute, midfielder Huang Bowen successfully tackled and passed it straight to Gao Lin in the frontcourt. Gao Lin splashed the ball horizontally, forced his kick outside the penalty area to shoot, and the ball flew away. The Brazilian team quickly counterattacked and passed the ball over the top for a long pass.

Zhao Ming rarely cleared the ball with a barb in the backcourt, winning applause.

Chapter 109…

"Damn, I can't hold it anymore. Look, I went into the room to make a machine, I was under too much mental pressure..."

"I turned off the TV..."

Many Chinese fans couldn't stand it anymore and left the TV. The game brought them too much pressure. If they had heart disease, they would probably die.

But more Chinese fans are still sticking to the TV.

"Just five minutes left!"

"But the time is still so long!"

Dong Fangzhuo has retreated to the midfield.

At this time, everyone is a soldier. Withstand the Brazilian team's attack and win the final victory, this is the only goal.

Gao Lin was in the front, while Dong Fangzhuo formed the first line of defense for the Chinese team behind him.

As long as the Brazilian gets the ball in the backcourt, he can see Dong Fangzhuo running over. Although he is so far away from the goal in this game, he has contributed everything.

From the middle road to the left road, the left road to the middle road, and the middle road to the right road, he is everywhere.

Then, he rushed back to the backcourt from the frontcourt, and then returned to the frontcourt...

"Zhou Haibin's big feet relieved!"

"Hao Junmin tackled his opponent, yellow card!"

"Feng Xiaoting hit the ball! Zhao Ming followed and cleared the ball with his big feet!"

"Oh no, Zheng Tao was passed. Zhao Ming fell to the ground and tackled, and he relieved the danger in time!"

"Zeng Cheng saved the ball!"

The Chinese team's midfield and backcourt kept clearing the ball forward.

"Two minutes left!" Huang Jianxiang's voice became hoarse. The game was not over, and his voice was about to break.

"Ah, it's a foul!"

"The set ball at the top of the arc of the Brazilian penalty area."

"Stay it! Don't be kicked in by the Brazilian."

The wall of 7 people only blocked two-thirds of the space and one-third, which was a test for Zeng Cheng.

Zeng Cheng's face was covered with sweat, and he kept directing his teammates to mount a wall. His heart was beating faster.

"calm!"

“Concentrate!”

"Pull out!"

He kept muttering in his heart, talking to himself.

This is what the goalkeeper coach often keeps warning him in his ears when training him.

At this moment, he was repeating.

Standing in front of the ball is Brazilian player Felipe, the Brazilian defender who was replaced at the last moment.

This guy who will grow into a great star later is now just a substitute for Brazil, but he took the initiative to come to this free kick.

You know, this is almost the last shot for Brazil.

Hu, Hu, Hu, Felipe took a deep breath, staring at the goal behind the wall.

He slowly accelerated and helped him run.

leaning on the body,

Shoot!

The ball shot from the instep of the left foot quickly bypassed the human wall.

"See it!"

Zeng Cheng flew.

Give all your strength!

"ah!"

In the air, he felt his whole body burning.

squeak--

The tip of my left finger touched.

He could hear clearly...

Duang——
To be continued...