"Dong Fangzhuo,"

"8 goals!"

"The 8th goal! Dong Fangzhuo scored twice, the total number of goals in the World Cup has reached the 17th goal, and there are still two goals left to Ronaldo's 19 goal record."

"Burdiso thought he was going to shoot directly, but Dong Fangzhuo dunked the ball behind him and pulled it to the right to push the ball to the lower right corner of the goal."

"He's too calm."

"It's completely opposite to the overwhelmed Burdiso. This is not something that ordinary forwards can do. I believe that basically all forwards will kick it directly at that moment, but Dong Fangzhuo didn't do that. He knew Burdiso would reach out to intercept it, so he made a more beautiful choice between lightning and flashing."

"That's why he's the strongest forward."

"At this time, many Argentine fans should miss Samuel and Zanetti. If they were there, maybe the Argentine defense line would not be like this. Of course, Chinese fans would thank Maradona for not calling out the two Inter Milan defense lines, Zanetti and Samuel."

"2:1, the Chinese team reversed the score!"

"In the 39th minute, the Chinese team led Argentina 2:1."

Burdiso's expression was very stiff, his dull eyes were all left and right, and there was no trace of his spirit at all.

This is a typical manifestation of losing souls after being hit hard.

His teammates around him all cast a complaining look.

Why didn't you watch Dong Fangzhuo?

Why didn't you stop him from shooting?

You won't turn around?

Romero's eyes were even more resentful because he had made a world-class save.

But now you are like a piece of wood, asking Dong Fangzhuo to take the ball and turn around, pushing the ball behind you and shooting?

Fark!

The king of football Maradona's face was constantly twitching, and his short legs were walking left and right. He was turning around in the command area anyway. At this moment, he felt as if he was imprisoned here, feeling ashamed!

He doesn't like this feeling very much.

The powerful Argentina, like him, was humiliated and humiliated by Dong Fangzhuo.

That guy!

It's all that guy!

Messi, what are you doing?

Don’t you want to defeat Dong Fangzhuo? Don’t you want to stand at the world’s number one position? Now is your best opportunity.

If you don't defeat him, then you will be ridden by him forever. This is not the attitude that the successor should have! You are my successor, and you are the hope of the whole Argentina...

But what are you doing now?

Maradona took some anger on Messi.

Messi is too useless, Higuain is useless, Tevez is useless, all of them are useless!

Where is my son-in-law?

My son-in-law, yes, I want my son-in-law to appear, he is the most trustworthy, neither of you.

Maradona's eyes moved from the field to the bench, and his son-in-law sat there quietly, as if something was not in his mind.

But in Maradona's view, his son-in-law was in a very calm state...

The Argentine fans in the stands all drooped their heads, with no trace of blood on their faces. Dong Fangzhuo's two consecutive goals completely sluggished them, and they didn't even have the strength to yell.

Unless Argentina can score again, they really can't raise their heads.

Messi?

They also set their sights on Messi at the same time. Who said Messi is the star of Argentina?

Beep,

The game continued, but the first half was not much time.

Stay stable!

Before the game started again, Dong Fangzhuo told his teammates to stabilize the game.

There is not much time left, and now the score is ahead, so it is Argentina who is anxious, not them.

Teves took the ball on the left and changed direction twice in a row, causing Zhang Linpeng to death, and then dribbled the ball and changed direction to the middle.

"Dangerous, Messi's side is empty, Huang Bowen didn't stare."

Messi ran toward him, but Tevez turned a blind eye and did not pass the ball at all.

Bang!

Zheng Zhi knocked him down in the middle and gave Argentina a chance to set the ball in the frontcourt.

"Luckily Tevez didn't pass the ball, and Messi has started."

"If this ball is passed, Messi is likely to get the ball and break into the penalty area."

Messi curled his lips and stopped talking. In the end, he didn't say anything. He bent down and picked up the ball, and then put it in the fun position again.

Teves twisted his head to the stands and didn't look at Messi at all. It seemed that both of them knew it well, but they didn't say it clearly.

Eyed Wolf, who assisted the goal just now?

You Tevez doesn't pass the ball? Then you didn't create a chance to shoot.

I created the set piece, but it was Messi's.

Messi is Argentina's number one penalty kicker, and he has the power as long as he wants to stand in front of the ball.

"There is 22 meters in the middle of the penalty area. This position is very dangerous. The walls should be arranged well. Messi's free kick style is still good. He can make a very good arc ball, either on the left or on the right. Is this ball really not easy to defend against?"

Dong Fangzhuo, Feng Xiaoting and Li Weifeng chose to stand on the right. After all, Messi used his left foot and preferred to hit the right.

Messi frowned and took three steps back, not much running distance.

His free kick does not win by strength, but plays skills and angles.

Beep,

The referee whistle.

He pressed his body down, almost like he was poured onto the turf.

Bang,

The ball he kicked out with his left foot quickly climbed from the turf, and the ball flew over Dong Fangzhuo's head, and flew to the upper right corner of the goal with a beautiful marking.

Zeng Cheng moved quickly to this side and then jumped quickly.

but,

The angle is very cool!

Can't stop it!

ah……

He groaned.

Duang!

The ball actually hit the lintel!

Aww—

The Argentine fans who originally clasped their hands together and prayed that Messi could score a free kick instantly cried out.

The ball popped out of the bottom line.

Farke! Maradona roared in her heart.

This joke is so big! How can the lintel block Messi's goal?

Do you have a grudge against Argentina?

"Ha ha!"

"I deserve it!"

"Just paying off debts for offside, you have today, too."

The Chinese fans on the sidelines immediately burst into laughter.

"If you survive a great disaster, you will have good fortune!"

Messi was ashamed and kept shaking his head.

well……

He sighed and walked back with his head down, forgetting to press again.

Zhu Ting took the ball on the left, Rodriguez stepped forward to press, but Zhu Ting handed the ball to Zheng Zhi, who passed the ball with a big foot and transferred.

Feng Renliang inserted into the middle on the right.

"Oh, good ball!"

The ball that Zheng Zhi passed was like precise guidance, and the landing point was quite perfect. Feng Renliang and Heinze chased the ball at the same time. Feng Renliang did not choose to stop the ball, but volleyed directly!

A difficult shot!

Dong--

The ball flew directly into the stands!

Beep,

With a long whistle, the first half of the game was finally over.

"At the end of the first half, the Chinese team led Argentina 2:1. Argentina took the lead with an offside ball, but then Dong Fangzhuo scored twice and reversed strongly. Now both sides entered the halftime break and fought again in 15 minutes."

Dong Fangzhuo and his teammates are slapped in high fives. This is not to celebrate the victory, but to express his respect for his teammates.

“Hit really well!”

"Continue in the second half!"

"Feng Xiaoting, thank you for your hard work."

"Zhu Ting, don't let Messi touch your balls,"

"Xiao Zhang, you can play more resolutely."

Although Zheng Zhi is the captain, Dong Fangzhuo's influence is not inferior to him at all. Moreover, Dong Fangzhuo has been in a wealthy European family for a long time and has been the captain for many years. He knows how to motivate his teammates, which is something that Zheng Zhi does not have.

Although Zheng Zhi has also played in Europe for many years, he will never have such influence or experience in competitions as Dong Fangzhuo.

He closely united everyone, and 11 people walked into the player channel almost holding hands.

This is really in stark contrast to the Argentine players. Messi and others almost all buried their heads and left the stadium with a desperate look on their faces.

In the locker room, Maradona's roar could almost be transmitted to the Chinese team.

I heard a loud roar soon. Although I didn't know what Maradona was scolding, I thought about it and knew that he was very dissatisfied with his players.

Maradona wants to lead the team to the quarterfinals of the World Cup, but now he is behind the Chinese team?

Isn't this face slapping?

However, Argentina's big names gathered, and Maradona might not be able to scold her. Even if she listened on the surface, she might not be able to feel in her heart.

In the locker room of the Chinese team, Crowchen's tone was very calm, neither rushing nor slow. He was clearly telling his players what would happen in the next second half.

"The battle has just begun, and we are still quite far from victory."

"They will be like roaring lions, and will pounce like us."

"They will continue to ravage our sidewalks and endlessly try to destroy our defense."

"They will use speed and technology to bite us."

"From now on, we must be fully prepared. When we step onto the court again, we must immediately enter the battle state!"

"No matter how fierce they are, we must use our fearless bodies to stare at their attack!"

"Don't be afraid of them, children! They are just desperate beasts!"

"And we are hunters holding hunting rifles."

"We just need to calmly defend and wait for a chance to kill them."

"Believe me, such an opportunity will definitely come."

"As long as we have enough patience, we form a line of defense that makes them desperate..."

"Okay, show your real skills and let them take a good look. They are nothing in Argentina!"

"Go and give them another failure, kick their ass, and send them home!"

After the change of sides, both sides showed that there were no substitutions, but Aguero, Pastore and Palermo were already warming up...

"remember!"

"The battle begins in the first second!"

"come on!"

"drink!"

Eleven Chinese soldiers waved their arms fiercely at the same time.

Beep—

Argentina took the ball, Mascherano immediately handed the ball to the right, Messi took the ball, took two steps, and immediately swept the ball to the middle.

His playing style is obviously much more indirect than in the first half.

The ball that was passed was looking for Higuain, but Higuain could not grab any points under the attack of Feng Xiaoting and Li Weifeng.

Instead, Zeng Cheng attacked decisively and held the ball in his arms.

fling!

Yes, Zeng Cheng threw the ball out immediately.

Feng Renliang!

This guy rushed up from the right like a spirit cat.

Lift your right foot one step ahead and remove the ball!

He was quick, and immediately rushed to the center line.

"Xiao Feng."

Dong Fangzhuo got the ball, and Feng Renliang continued to go forward without the ball.

Rush,

A ray of cold wind came from Dong Fangzhuo's right side.

Di Maria!

He quickly shoveled and hooked Dong Fangzhuo directly to the ground.

Beep,

Fouled.

Di Maria received a yellow card.

"Dimaria is in a bad state today, with almost no breakthrough. She is like an invisible man in the first half, and she takes the ball to the middle or handed it to Messi. His breakthrough should be a weapon, but I didn't see it today..."

"Maybe it's a tactical need! His name means angel, but I feel his wings are tied."

"This is a tactical foul, and obviously Di Maria got some instructions."

Bang,

Zhao Xuri drove a set ball near the center line, but passed the ball forward to Dong Fangzhuo.

Dong Fangzhuo ran sideways, faced Mascherano's encirclement, and flipped his right foot forward, directly changing the direction of the ball's flight, and changing direction to the left.

Although Mascherano was not shaken, the distance between the two was widened by Dong Fangzhuo.

This bastard, I bullied me slowly! Mascherano was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Dong Fangzhuo seemed to have a hundred ways to get rid of him!

Swish-

Before he could get close, Dong Fangzhuo's left foot had already passed the ball.

This time, the ball was handed directly to Mao Jianqing's feet.

call,

Before Mascherano could adjust his body, Dong Fangzhuo flashed past him and rushed forward.

gap……

Mascherano complained secretly in his heart, but could not stop him. Dong Fangzhuo's running was never as feminine as Messi, but rather drastic and striding.

Mao Jianqing passed by on the left, and Dong Fangzhuo got the ball again.

He paused his right foot, and while Mao Jianqing on the left pulled back, Zhu Ting inserted it!

Otamendi was confused and didn't know who he would be with. Dong Fangzhuo immediately sent him to the pass!

"Broken!"

"Dong Fangzhuo tore through Argentina's defense."

This time it looked so dazzling. The Chinese team's tactical cooperation was so beautiful. It was just to bloom at multiple points and bloom with a hundred flowers.

For a time, there were actually three response points in Argentina's penalty area. Zhu Ting was holding the ball, but Mao Jianqing, Dong Fangzhuo and Feng Renliang were receiving it.

Who is it?

Argentina's defensive players are also thinking about this, but there is no time!

Bang-

Zhu Ting kicked the pass!

There was no back pass in the inverted triangle, nor did the ball be kicked back to Mao Jianqing, but a strong pass in front of the goal!

"Feng Renliang!"

"Feng Renliang!"

Feng Renliang quickly got rid of Heinze, and this time it finally seemed like he had jumped into the sea.

Bang!

He took it for granted.

Demikalis intercepted with a sliding tackle in the middle!

Yes,

You just can't let the ball rush behind you.

Accurate!

pretty!

"ah--"

"Dmikelis! Oolong!"
Chapter completed!