"Chen Tao!"

"Direct pass!"

Dong Fangzhuo fought with Liu Qinglie again. This time Dong Fangzhuo knocked him away, but Kim Jin-gyu couldn't care anymore and directly tackled the ball.

"What a pity!"

"If Kim Jin-gyu doesn't let go of this ball, Xiao Dong will rush over. Kim Jin-gyu still dares to step on the ball. He temporarily saves the Korean team, otherwise Xiao Dong will definitely make a shot. With his current shooting method, this ball will probably be able to score in."

"The Chinese team needs another goal to be safer."

"Well, Uzbekistan just scored a goal and temporarily led Saudi Arabia 1:0. In this case, South Korea is temporarily in the third place in the group. I believe that Bonfrere should have known the score. He is now very anxious on the sidelines."

"The Chinese team must hold their destiny in their hands."

"Oh, here we are again. The Chinese team successfully tackled again. Zhao Xuri handed the ball to Chen Tao's feet, and Chen Tao passed it straight..."

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"well!"

"Park Ji-sung!"

"This time, Park Ji-sung tackled the ball in advance, and the ball didn't even reach Dong Fangzhuo's feet. Park Ji-sung may have become familiar with Chen Tao's routine. He cut off Chen Tao's blatant straight pass..."

But the South Korean team needs to score goals now, but they find that they have to focus more on defense, because the Chinese team just puts Chen Tao in one move and sends the ball to Dong Fangzhuo with the fastest speed, and then Dong Fangzhuo uses his speed to get rid of the defense...

But Park Ji-sung seemed to understand and sacrificed himself to retreat intentionally. He couldn't bear to see Dong Fangzhuo's words, even if his teammate scored a goal, it would be useless. If Dong Fangzhuo sneaked into one.

Dong Fangzhuo looked at Park Ji-sung in surprise, thinking that this guy really has his own ideas, it's good.

But, can you defend against all the passes? This is impossible.

Park Ji-sung can run, but Dong Fangzhuo is not bad either! He began to constantly drive the defense line of the South Korean team...

As the competition time becomes less and less, the Korean players are becoming more and more impatient...

In the 74th minute, Jin Dongjin suddenly kicked Chen Tao!

He shoveled Chen Tao to the ground from the front.

"This move must definitely be red cards!"

"The red card is indeed a red card. Kim Dongjin sent off the red card, and the Korean team is finished!"

"Oh, Uzbekistan was tied. They are now the same score as the South Korean team... This plot is developing."

Kim Dongjin was sent off for a serious foul, and the South Korean team could only fight 11 with 10.

"But for Korean fans, they must feel like they are riding a roller coaster now. They think that although Kim Dong-jin was sent off, the South Korean team is now ranked second in the group... If Uzbekistan cannot score again, South Korea can still qualify as second in the group."

If the Chinese team has one more player, they will no longer give the Korean team a chance to put down. They will be the Chinese team and become the Korean team!

"Kill South Korea!"

"Kill South Korea!"

"Kill South Korea!"

The fans kept shouting on the sidelines, hoping that the Chinese team would send the Korean team to hell. Although South Korea cannot die, even with the worst result, they can participate in the play-offs.

But Chinese fans want to see such a result.

At the last moment, the South Korean team dispatched troops and replaced several offensive players including No. 16 Zheng Jinghao, No. 18 Kim Jinyong and No. 15 Kim Jong-woo, and almost all the game...

"Chen Tao."

"Outer instep!"

"pretty!"

"Dong Fangzhuo successfully got the ball. Liu Qinglie could no longer withstand Dong Fangzhuo, and Jin Zhengui could not get there either. He rushed over, shot alone!"

"The ball has entered!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"Scoring twice!"

"The Chinese team led the South Korean team 2:0, and Chinese fans can celebrate in advance."

"We can definitely enter the 2006 German World Cup finals!"

"Hey, Uzbekistan was overtaken away..."

"beep--"

"beep--"

"beep--"

"Damn, we really entered the World Cup finals..."

The moment the whistle sounded, Chen Tao stepped on the ball and looked at the bright night sky in disbelief.

His ears were already deafening cheers.

In 2001, he sat in front of the TV at home and witnessed his seniors entering the World Cup. Unexpectedly, in 2005, he was able to follow the Chinese team to Germany.

“Perfect, so perfect!”

"After the South Korean and Japanese World Cup, we also rushed to the Germany World Cup."

"This class of national youth players is happy because they have not experienced pain. They can go to the World Cup at the age of 20!"

"Please remember, Dong Fangzhuo!"

“He made all dreams simple.”

"Chen Tao, Zhao Xuri, Zhou Haibin, Mao Jianqing, and Dong Fangzhuo, after the World Youth Championship, they once again entered the world's arena. This time, they are the highest arena in the world!"

"Cheer!"

"Chinese fans!"

“Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.”

"South Korean fans should not be disappointed, because Uzbekistan lost the game. They are the second in the group and can also directly enter the World Cup in Germany."

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have fought so hard?"

Everyone was quite excited, including those old players, such as Zheng Zhi who could not go to the World Cup in 2002, their eyes were red, and excitement was filled with their faces.

Only Dong Fangzhuo applauded gently, but there was a faint smile on his face.

He was not as excited as he thought.

Maybe, the mentality of the reborn person is a bit perverted...

"Okay, now we will convert the live broadcast to the award ceremony of the European Golden Boy Awards. Although Xiao Dong cannot go to the award ceremony in person, he is still a popular figure at the award ceremony."

"It seems that the organizing committee is counting the number of votes for the Golden Boy Award."

"The votes will come out soon, after all, there are only 30 media outlets."

"There may be surprises. Teacher Qu Youyuan from the Sports Weekly said before that at least 10 media outlets have chosen Messi, and Messi is the most likely to win the Golden Boy Award."

"But this does not mean that Dong Fangzhuo has no chance. Because there are 20 other media outlets that have not voted yet."

"What's more, there are two and three points to be counted, so we have reason to look forward to it."

"Now, the editor-in-chief of Turin Daily seems to have already counted the results, and the award presenter is Dutchman Van Basten."

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At the awards ceremony, the handsome Van Basten walked up to the front desk gracefully and took the envelope from the editor-in-chief of the Turin Daily.

He opened the envelope with a smile and pulled out the note.

"Oh, God!" Van Basten's mouth opened very loudly and was extremely exaggerated.
Chapter completed!