Junior football dream

Chapter 75
"Okay, it's only one goal away, Zhou Xing, you have to work hard!" Seeing this, Qin Lu who was sitting in front of the TV also shouted silently in his heart.At this time, Chen Yao was beside her.The two women sat on the bed, one on the left and the other on the right, watching the game on TV attentively.

"Xiao Lu, do you think Zhou Xing can win this game?" Watching the TV, Chen Yao felt a little shaken in her heart.She happened to be on vacation these days, so she came to BJ to see Qin Lu.

"Believe me, I believe he will do it." Watching the TV, Qin Lu said firmly.

"I believe so, let's watch together. If we win, we must call him. That idiot, who never knew how to call you, left you little sister in the cold." Chen Yao looked at Zhou Xing in front of him. The performance on the football field, while talking to Qin Lu.

"Oh, let's not talk about him. How about you, sister, when will you find the right person? I still want to see my brother-in-law?" .

"I am a workaholic, and I don't talk about feelings. To me, feelings are like floating clouds in the sky, which is unrealistic." Chen Yao said sadly, with a sad expression on her face.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xing's face suddenly appeared in her mind.This big boy did not know when he occupied a corner of her heart.

"I don't believe it." Qin Lu laughed coquettishly, showing her bright smile and white teeth, like a carefree child.

"Ah, a goal is about to be scored, watch it quickly." Before Chen Yao could speak again, Qin Lu had already turned his attention back to the TV.Seeing this, Chen Yao also set her eyes on the TV.

At this time, the Brazilian team is launching a new attack on the goal of the Chinese team.

In the frontcourt, several people from the Brazilian team made an exquisite cooperation.In the backcourt, Brazil defender No. 3 Leonardo made a long pass and distributed the ball to their frontcourt No. 11 forward Rafael Sobis.Rafael Sobis tapped his heel and then passed the ball to No. 14 Ed Carlos behind him.

Ed Carlos made a long pass and distributed the ball to Buddy.Under the double-teaming of Zhang Bin and Zhou Kai, Buddy forced a shot, and the football passed through the gap between the two defenders and went directly to the goal defended by Mi Zinc.

This time, Mi Zinc's performance was very brave, and he hugged the ball firmly in his arms with a diving jump.

"Beautiful save!" Seeing Mi Zinc's wonderful performance, the Chinese fans in the field gave him warm applause without hesitation.As a young player playing for the first time, Mi Zinc performed very well.

Seeing the enthusiastic applause from the fans, Mi Xin showed a determined fighting spirit on his face, and felt that the blood in his body was about to boil.

"I've waited so long, isn't it just for today?" A burst of great happiness filled his heart, making him almost out of breath.

"Mi Zi, what are you doing, tee off." Seeing his dazed look, Zhang Bin hastily reminded him.

"Okay, catch the ball, Zhang Bin." After recovering his senses, Mi Xin hurriedly threw the ball at Zhang Bin's feet, and launched an attack by throwing the ball with his hands.

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Time passed by one minute and one point, and the current score on the field is still one to two, and the Chinese team is behind.Seeing this, Zhou Xing was also extremely anxious.

"What should I do? There are only 10 minutes left. What should I do next?"

At this time, the football just passed to his feet.Zhang Bin made a long pass and passed the ball to Cheng Dao.Cheng Dao made a beautiful through ball and passed the ball to Zhou Xing's feet.

Recalling the German's instructions during the halftime break, Zhou Xing did not choose to pass the ball himself, but passed the ball through the ball to the gap in the frontcourt.

Before everyone understood, Ji Weihao used his keen sense of marksmanship, quickly started to catch up with the football, and then shot a beautiful shot towards the Brazilian goal.

It's a pity that his shot was slightly inferior in strength, and Assuncao easily got it, losing a good chance to score.The missed shot also made him very annoyed.

Assuncang hugged the football, and then drove the ball into the frontcourt with a big kick.During this period, the offensive and defensive transitions of the two teams were very fast, making people seem a little out of breath.

However, under the excellent performance of the goalkeepers of the two teams, the score remained unchanged. The score on the field was still one to two, and the Chinese team was one goal behind Brazil.

"Hoo, hoo!" The rapid transition of offense and defense made the players of the two teams extremely exhausted.Since Zhou Xing starts every game and has to play the whole game, his physical strength has really reached his limit.

Sweat covered his forehead, and the original red ball jersey was already speckled with grass juice.Not only that, the white socks on Zhou Xing's legs couldn't tell the original color, and they became colorful.

"I really want to take a break, I'm so tired." What Zhou Xing wanted to do most at this time was to lie on the bed without saying anything, with a cup of hot tea beside him.After running fiercely, he found that his throat seemed to be burning with fire, and it became abnormally dry.And the heart in his chest seemed to jump out.In his ears, he could clearly hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

"Here comes the football." Before he could take a rest, the football rolled to his side again.Seeing this, he ran up in a hurry, trying to catch up with the football.But at this time, his speed seemed to be much slower than before.Before he could take a few steps, the Brazilian defender caught up to him.

"Oops, I've been caught up." Zhou Xing yelled inwardly. Normally, he would use his speed to get rid of his opponent, but now, he can only choose to use his skills to surpass others.

Gently pulling with his foot, Zhou Xing pulled the football to his body, first protecting the football by his side.Then, he turned around beautifully, trying to get rid of the opponent's defense by relying on fake moves, and turned around to surpass others.

"Bang!" Zhou Xing felt dizzy and fell to the ground.At this time, he felt a sharp pain on his brow bone. It turned out that the Brazilian defender who was defending him accidentally hit his brow bone with an elbow.This blow was very fierce, and a burst of bright red blood immediately flowed from Zhou Xing's head.

"flute--!"

Seeing the blood flowing on Zhou Xing's forehead, the referee hurriedly interrupted the game and asked the team doctor of the Chinese team to come forward to treat Zhou Xing's injury.At this time, the camera zoomed to Zhou Xing, and saw that his wound was deep, and bright red blood flowed onto his face, and the wound was mixed with sweat, which made Zhou Xing feel some numb pain.

"Zhou Xing!"

Seeing Zhou Xing lying powerlessly on the ground on TV, blood gushing out of the wound like a spring, both Qin Lu and Chen Yao who were sitting in front of the TV exclaimed, their faces paled.Zhou Xing's appearance at this time made the two of them feel distressed for a while.

"Playing football is just too dangerous."

"Yeah, it's too dangerous."

The two men rebuked the dangers of playing football while paying attention to the situation on the TV.

Zhou Xing felt his head was covered and fell to the ground. He didn't wake up until the team doctor wiped his head with cold alcohol.

"It hurts." Moaning in a low voice, Zhou Xing looked blankly at the team doctor helping him to heal.Licking his dry mouth, Zhou Xing shouted in a low voice: "Water, give me some water."

"Here, I'll give you some water. How's it going, Zhou Xing, how do you feel?" German Bohr quickly handed Zhou Xing a bottle of water, while looking at him with concern.

After drinking half a bottle of water in one gulp, he poured the remaining half bottle on his face, washing away the blood on his face, Zhou Xing nodded and said, "I'm okay, I can continue to fight."

"But, after bleeding so much, can you still persist?" Seeing Zhou Xing's pale face, team doctor Dr. Wang asked worriedly.

"It's okay, all I have is blood, it's nothing. Doctor, put a bandage on the wound first, it's okay." Lying on the stretcher, Zhou Xing said firmly.

"Okay then, I'll help you deal with it first, and put an anesthetic on it. The medicine can only last for half an hour. After the game is over, let's go to treat it." The team doctor quickly and simply treated Zhou Xing's injury, and then Zhou Xing A thick layer of white gauze was wrapped around his head.

"Okay, I'm going up." Waving to the coaches and team doctors, Zhou Xing resolutely walked back to the court.

"Wow!" Rainstorm-like applause rang out from the audience stands. For Zhou Xing's heroic performance in battle with injuries, the audience gave him the highest respect.

"Zhou Xing, pay attention to your body, are you okay?" Meng Qingtao and Yang Fan, members of the Chinese team, asked with concern after seeing Zhou Xing re-enter the field.

"It's okay, let's continue the game." Zhou Xing waved and continued to run on the field.

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Zhou Xing's battle with injuries obviously encouraged the players of the Chinese team on the field. At this time, their actions were much more active than usual, and their fighting spirit and other mental outlooks changed a lot compared to before.

However, the attack power of the Brazilian team is still strong, and the two teams are still evenly matched no matter how they play. The game has been stalemate, and no one can have extra chances to shoot.

Watching the time pass by every minute and every second, but the score has not changed a bit, which also makes the Chinese team members on the court and the audience off the court extremely anxious.

When the Chinese team's attack was destroyed by the Brazilian team again, the anxiety and disappointment on Zhou Xing's face could not be concealed.Looking at the sidelines in a blink of an eye, the fourth official had already raised the sign for 3 minutes of stoppage time.After the last 3 minutes, the game will be over.

Zhou Xing was also extremely anxious.

"Hey, what should I do?"

When Zhou Xing was thinking about it, Zhang Chen behind him shouted: "Zhou Xing, catch the ball."

It turned out that Cheng Dao intercepted the pass in Brazil just now, and passed it to Zhang Chen again, and then Zhang Chen passed him to Zhou Xing.

Without hesitation, Zhou Xing still chose to break through with the ball.After a feint, Zhou Xing dodged the Brazilian defender who was defending him. Unexpectedly, he did not continue to break through. Instead, he made a diagonal pass and divided the ball to the other side of the penalty area.

On the other side of the penalty area was Ji Weihao who had been waiting for a long time. Without hesitation, he shot a low shot, and the football bounced and flew towards the goal of the Brazilian team.

The shooting power of this ball is not very great, and it seems that there is not much threat to Brazil's goal.However, at this time, Yang Fan stepped in from the middle and touched the football lightly, causing the football to change its direction.

It was this move that made Assuncao, who had fallen to the ground, no longer able to stop the football from flying into the goal.

"GOOOAL!"

Unbelievably, the Chinese team even scored a goal in the final stage of the game, tying the score.At this time, the Chinese audience in the venue had become a sea of ​​joy.

"Flute!" After nine 10 minutes of the game, the Chinese team and the Brazilian team drew [-]-[-]. Next, they will have overtime.

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After a short break, the Chinese team and Brazil returned to the court, and the overtime game will begin soon.

At this moment, Zhou Xing was so tired that he almost collapsed, and he didn't have any strength in his body.

"Persevere, in the end we will definitely win the final victory!" Zhou Xing said to his teammates, the tiredness in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Hold on."

Every Chinese team member's face is exhausted, but their fighting spirit is self-evident.

"Definitely!"

They have worked so hard to get this far, how could they be willing to give up?

The players of the Chinese team and the Brazilian team came to the field again. This time, the Chinese team kicked off first.This time the Dutch World Youth Championship adopted the golden ball to decide the outcome, and adopted the method of sudden death.

In overtime, there can't be a little bit of error.Otherwise, it will be beyond redemption.

Yang Fan passed the ball to Ji Weihao, starting the overtime game.At this time, the audience on the sidelines and the Chinese audience in front of the TV did not dare to vent their anger, and they all watched this life-or-death match quietly with their voices held.

Ji Weihao did not choose to pass back, but made a big long pass, hoisting the ball far to the goal of the Brazilian team.The ball doesn't look like a shot, nor does it look like a pass. What on earth is he trying to do?

"Brazil's physical strength must be stronger than ours in the extra time. If we can't score in the first 5 minutes, I think we will lose this game. Come on, this is the tactical indicator. Ji Weihao put his big foot in the midfield The ball was thrown towards the penalty area of ​​the Brazilian team, and Meng Qingtao remembered to insert it from the side. And Zhou Xing, you are responsible for grabbing a shot from the middle. Whether it is successful or not, it is all here."

The Germans held tactical signs and made the final deployment to these players.

"Okay, I understand, coach." All the players replied in unison.

On the side, Meng Qingtao was like a gust of wind, cutting in at high speed on the side, catching up to the football at an incredible speed.No one could have imagined that in overtime, he could still have surprising speed.

When the ball was about to cross the bottom line, he flew to head the ball and saved the ball back.At this time, without waiting for him to adjust his body to pass the ball further, the Brazilian defender got the ball first.

At this time, Zhou Xing also hurried forward to respond. Seeing that the Brazilian defender took the ball, he hurriedly tackled the ball and got the ball again.

"Come on, come on, break through and shoot quickly." At this time, the audience cheered endlessly, and the fans of the Chinese team shouted the loudest. I hope Zhou Xing can seize this opportunity and score the winning goal.

However, after more than 90 minutes of running, Zhou Xing really didn't have the extra strength to speed up his breakthrough.When he broke through to the front of the penalty area, the Brazilian defender stood beside him in front of him, blocking his position.

Zhou Xing swayed slightly, making an acceleration that wanted to move forward, but he pulled lightly under his feet, wanting to turn around and pass others.However, after nine or ten minutes, his physical energy consumption was too great, and the pace of his feet could not keep up with what he thought in his heart, so that his right foot remained in place.

"what!"

Before Zhou Xing could shrink his feet, the spikes of the Brazilian defender stepped firmly on Zhou Xing's instep, causing Zhou Xing to lose his balance immediately and fell to the ground.

Beads of sweat dripped from his head wrapped in white gauze. At this moment, Zhou Xing's brows were all gathered together, and his whole face was full of pain.

At this time, the big screen at the scene played the scene just now, and I saw that the whole foot of the No. [-] Leonardo of the Brazilian team stepped firmly on Zhou Xing's fragile instep.On the big TV screen, one could see the sharp light emanating from the long spikes under his feet.

"It's okay, it's okay." When people thought that Zhou Xing was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, unexpectedly, Zhou Xing got up from the ground, took the football, and put it on the penalty spot.

Watched on TV, he staggered with every step he took.But no one knew that every step he took would feel a piercing pain.The Brazilian defender's slap just now made his entire right foot hurt like a knife.

"Persevere, persevere, I will leave the court after this free throw and ask someone else to replace me." Zhou Xing wiped the sweat from his forehead and put the ball on the penalty spot.With a wave of his hand, Zhou Xing signaled to his worried teammates and coaches that he was fine.

Yang Fan and Zhou Xing stood on the penalty spot, one left and one right, but everyone knew that Zhou Xing would take the penalty.Yang Fan ran over the football in small steps, Zhou Xing made a strong run-up from the back, and then volleyed vigorously with the outside instep of his left foot.At this time, Zhou Xing felt a sharp pain in his right foot. He finally couldn't support it, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"No, I have to get up, I have to get up to see if the goal has been scored." A voice in my heart said to Zhou Xing.Zhou Xing supported the ground with his hands, trying to get up from the ground.However, he really didn't have the strength to get up again.Feeling his arms go limp, he fell to the ground again.

Severe pain hit, Zhou Xing felt his eyes go dark, and passed out on the ground.

Zhou Xing, just lying on the green grass, red jersey, thin body, looks very small on the whole court, like a lonely little shadow, lying quietly on the grass, motionless.
(End of this chapter)