I'm an almighty star

Chapter 272

The ball is in.

It was Yu Dabao who scored again.

Help from Mo Bai.

In football, there is nothing more passionate than scoring goals.

No matter how depressed he was before, as long as he scores a goal, he can answer all doubts.

The host Xu Bing was very excited.

Even he didn't expect that the second half of the national football team only opened a few minutes, and the result became 1:1.

"I didn't expect to score a goal so quickly."

"Yes, it seems that Lippi's strategy has worked."

"I didn't expect Mo Bai to not only be able to defend, but also attack."

"It should have been thought of earlier, Mo Bai's speed is very fast, and he already has the potential to be a striker. It's just a pity that everyone focused on his defense before, and everyone didn't notice that Mo Bai is actually a very good offense By."

"Yes, but the speed was too fast just now, and I still don't quite understand how the goal was scored. Especially, how Mo Bai passed the opponent's defender."

"Let's take a look at a slow-motion replay."

Not only the two hosts, but many viewers in front of the TV also wanted to look back at the moment when they scored just now.

"This is Mo Bai dribbling the ball, and the speed is still very fast."

"No, it's still impossible to see Mo Bai's movements clearly, so go slower."

Adjust slow motion.When the speed of the lens was adjusted to 0.3 times of the original, Mo Bai's extraordinary movements became clear.

"This is a standard deep-fried meatball. Unexpectedly, Mo Bai is faster than some famous football stars."

"Now it's three times slower, and we can see Mo Bai's movements clearly. No wonder the defensive player didn't react at that time. If it were us, I'm afraid it would be the same."

The two hosts were amazed by the slow-motion playback, and it also made countless fans boil again.

"Hang, it exploded."

"This is real football."

"The god of midfield has become a shadow striker. Now it is 1:1. Will 2:1 be far behind?"

Looking at Mo Bai on the court, the fans became more and more excited.

How many years have not seen such a good player.

How many years the Chinese team has not been so strong.

"damn it."

Seeing that the Chinese team tied the score 1:1, Syrian head coach "Hakim" cursed.

"What are you three guards doing, keep an eye on Mo Bai for me, and keep an eye on it with all your strength."

Hakim on the edge of the court said loudly, and ordered the two backcourt players to keep an eye on Mo Bai.

Although he didn't see Mo Bai's extraordinary movements just now, he knew that Mo Bai's speed was very fast.

As long as the speed is up, he can become a terrible weapon.

Obviously, this Mo Bai is not only good at defense, but even better at offense.

Moreover, it seems that a person is obviously a little bit unable to guard against him.

At the very least, send two people to keep an eye on him.

This also made Hakeem tense.

With such an outstanding striker, I am afraid that this game will not be good for Syria.

I have to say that Hakeem has a good eye.

After the 1:1 tie, the momentum of the Chinese team slowly began to pick up.

Under the leadership of Mo Bai, several Syrian players in the backcourt complained again and again.

"Why is this guy so fast?"

"I can't guard against him, come one more."

"No, neither of them can guard against it, God..."

"Okay, goal scored."

When Mo Bai broke through the two consecutively and passed the ball to Gao Lin, the whole game became 2:1.
China 2, Syria 1.

"One person, another, Mo Bai has gone berserk."

"Ahhh, I was so excited to watch this game."

"Don't drag me, I'm going to worship Mo Bai on the spot."

"Advanced, advanced."

Although the Chinese team had little hope of entering the World Cup, when the score reached 2:1, countless spectators raised their hopes of entering the World Cup together.

No matter how small this hope is.

At least, it's not completely eliminated yet, is it?
"Mo Bai, amazing."

"Good job, Mo Bai."

"Mo Bai, come, come, let's have a celebration."

On the court, six Chinese players directly celebrated the goal by stacking Arhats.

However, Mo Bai, who was pressed at the bottom, was very depressed, and said quickly: "It seems that I didn't score the goal."

Damn, almost even the shit was pressed out.

Be sure to suggest later that the way of celebrating should be changed in the future.

The game continues.

After the Chinese team led 2:1, the Syrian team adopted a strategy of keeping an eye on Mobai in all directions.

As long as Mo Bai gets the ball, there must be two, or even three people coming to block him.

And sometimes unable to defend Mo Bai, the Syrian team adopted foul techniques.

While the foul is shameful, it has to be said, very effective.

The most powerful player in the Chinese team is Mo Bai. As long as Mo Bai's rhythm is interrupted, even if there is a foul, other players in the Chinese team may not be able to kick the ball into the goal.

Although, such a foul is also very dangerous, and Syria conceded another goal.

However, relying on such a strategy, Syria once restricted Mo Bai's performance.

Although Mo Bai was also speechless, there was nothing he could do for a while.

Moreover, now that the score is 2:1, Mo Bai doesn't want to show any more.

In the 90th minute of the second half, the score was still 2:1.
The referee signaled 4 minutes of extra time.

Unlike other sports, almost every football game has overtime.

The so-called overtime here is not because the score is the same as choosing overtime.

Overtime in football is used to make up for injuries, timeouts, celebrations, etc.

4 minutes of overtime is relatively long.

Although the Chinese team wanted to end the game quickly, the 4-minute overtime still had to be played.

In the face of the precious 4 minutes of overtime, the Syrian team knew that this was their last chance.

The Syrian team started a frenzied attack.

Accidentally, under the crazy attack of Syria, Feng Xiaoting, No. 6 of the Chinese team, made a defensive foul.

Set the ball.

The referee gave Syria a set-piece.

"It's a bit dangerous."

"The distance between the set ball and the goal frame is about 30 meters. Although this distance is not short, it is definitely not long. If some world-class top players are given free throws, they will take a shot."

"Although there are no top players in the world in Syria, several strikers are also playing in the European League. I don't know if they will take shots or take tactical positioning."

"There are only 2 minutes left, I think Xulia will choose to shoot."

Seeing that the No. 9 striker of Syria is ready, Xu Bing and Duan Lei are extremely nervous.

If it didn't go in, then of course nothing happened.

But if this is scored, it will be a 2:2 tie.

If it is in normal times, a 2:2 tie is still acceptable.

But now it is the top 12 of the world preliminaries. If the Chinese team draws, then the World Cup will miss the Chinese team.

"So nervous."

"Don't open the door."

"Don't shoot in even when you hit the door."

"Zeng Cheng, hold on."

Like the two hosts, all the fans in front of the TV put their hearts down their throats.

They said they were afraid that if they were not careful, Syria scored another goal.

"Little heart can't take it, I don't want to watch it."

"After a while, everyone will tell me whether the ball has been scored."

Some players simply chose to close their eyes and not look at it.

This kind of scene, even every second feels like a long time.

"Knock the door."

The striker No. 9 of Syria chose to hit the goal.

Seeing the running-up movement of No. 9 player, Xu Bing called out.

"The ball went in."

bang.

Like a boulder, it hit people's chests.

The ball is in.

The score is 2:2.

"I'm sorry, Syria scored again."

"In the last 2 minutes, he was scored again."

"National football team, how long do you want to hurt me?"

Looking at the score of 2:2, countless players said in pain.

"Why, why the national football team couldn't hold on for the last 2 minutes."

"Why, why in the last 2 minutes, you can't hold on to the national football team."

"I thought a miracle would happen. It seems that even if a miracle happens, it will never happen to the Chinese team."

"Goodbye, Chinese team, you won't have a share in the 2018 World Cup."

Some fans were already weeping.

"How could this be?"

"It's over."

"The World Cup is over."

Looking at the score of 2:2, even the players of the Chinese team were stunned.

They once dreamed of playing in the World Cup.

They have exhausted all their strength for this.

"Sorry, Team China."

"Sorry, fans."

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

Feng Xiaoting looked up to the sky and cried loudly, blaming himself extremely.

If it wasn't for his last foul, the Chinese team would still have a chance.

If it wasn't for my last carelessness, it would be impossible for Syria to score a goal.

If it wasn't for myself in the end...

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

"Old Feng, we didn't lose."

Zhang Linpeng roared loudly.

Everyone woke up like a dream.

"There are still 2 minutes, brothers, even if there are 2 minutes left, we must hold on."

Yu Dabao also said loudly at this time.

"We start over."

Gao Lin roared.

"We start over."

Incomparable fighting spirit erupted at this moment.

Although everyone knows that they can't have a chance.

Only the last 2 minutes, no matter how hard you try, you can't get in.

"Zeng Cheng, hurry up and kick off."

Half of the 4 minutes of overtime have passed in a blink of an eye.

And half of the time it took for Syria to celebrate the goal has passed.

In the end, there was only 1 minute left.

1 minutes of time...

"I don't want to see it."

"There's no need to read it."

"Although the passion of the national football team in the end is very touching, but if you lose, you lose."

"Chinese team, let's fight again in another four years."

A sigh came from the mouth of the fans.

In the last minute, what chance do you have?
Not to mention, the Chinese team itself is a weak team.

Do you think you are Real Madrid?

Even Real Madrid may not be able to come back in the last minute.

A goal from organization, passing, dribbling, to shooting... It seems very simple.

However, it often takes 10 minutes or even more than half an hour to complete these actions.

In the last minute, let alone a shot, it is not certain whether it can be organized well.

"The Chinese team launched an attack."

"Mo Bai chose to take the ball and insert it quickly from the midfield."

"All the players of the Syrian team retreated to the area of ​​the field."

"Mo Bai passed two people in a row and passed the ball to Yu Dabao. There are still 10 seconds before the game, and there is only one chance."

"Yu Dabao chose to shoot."

"Unfortunately, the ball was kicked by the Syrian defender and flew to the midfield."

"The referee has picked up the whistle and is about to blow the whistle to end the game."

The progress of the game was broadcast live.

When Yu Dabao's shot was kicked by the opponent's defender, Xu Bing didn't know what to explain.

It seems that this game has used up all the strength and can no longer speak.

"It's over."

"The Chinese team has no chance."

The fans in front of the TV had already exploded.

Even the head coach Lippi closed his eyes at this time.

Although when he took over the Chinese team, he knew that with the current strength of the Chinese team, it is really difficult to enter the World Cup.

However, as a world-class coach, Lippi still wants to challenge.

And now, it's all over.

Although the top 12 in the Asian preliminaries of the World Preliminaries is not over yet, for the Chinese team, it is over.

But, just when everyone thought the game ended in a 2:2 tie.

A figure suddenly appeared in the midfield.

13 number.

Xu Bing was shocked suddenly.

Instructor Duan Lei stood up abruptly.

Countless fans were stunned and forgot their own existence.

"Tiger shooting."

Ow.

A tiger roar.

Mo Bai shot vigorously.

boom……

The football under the feet is like a bullet that has already been fired, and like a comet that has been violently impacted down, rushing towards the gate of Syria with the momentum of looking down on the world...

(End of this chapter)