Extraordinary football jersey

Chapter 217 Goal! (Add more! Congratulations to Ran Shifeng for becoming the first leader of this book)
Amidst the sound of cheering from the mountains and tsunami, the competition on the field became more and more intense, almost to the point where the bayonet saw red.Zheng Zhi's eyebrows were knocked open during a fight with his opponent, bleeding profusely.

After Zheng Zhi got off the field for treatment, the Chinese team seemed a little confused without him commanding the field.In just 2 minutes, the Chinese team's penalty area was buzzing, and the goal was continuously threatened by the Iranian team.The Chinese team was almost completely suppressed in the penalty area.

Zheng Zhi, who was being treated on the sidelines, was in a hurry, and Yang Daye was also in a hurry.If the Iranian team takes this opportunity to score again, it will be difficult for the Chinese team to play behind.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The Iranian team hit the goal continuously, like the sound of drums, hitting Yang Daye's heart one after another.In order to defuse the danger, Yang Daye, who was originally a winger, unknowingly retreated into the penalty area to participate in defense.

It was Jahanbakhsh again. He once again rushed into the Chinese team's penalty area by cooperating with Azmon.Leaning on Feng Xiaoting's close defense, he kicked decisively to hit the goal.

"Boom!" Another sound.

Going to score?
Seeing Jahanbakhsh's kick, all Iranian fans clenched their fists excitedly, ready to cheer for the goal in the next moment.

It's too dangerous to hit the goal in the penalty area.

"Boom!" There was another muffled sound.The original ether was that the football got bored on a Chinese player who suddenly flew out sideways, and then popped out of the bottom line.

"No! Such a good scoring opportunity was blocked by someone's body."

who is it?Who blocked our very likely shot from Iran?

Disappointed by the missed goal, the Iranian fans stared angrily at the fallen figure on the field, wanting to know who blocked the Iranian team's goal.

"Damn it, it's that China No. 7."

"Isn't he a striker? How did he get into the penalty area and do things that are usually done by iron-blooded defenders?"

"Score our goal and block our goal. It's disgusting. Allah will punish you."

That's right, it was Yang Daye who was flying to block the ball.Jahanbakhsh shot at such a close range, and Yang Daye was almost out of breath when he was suffocated.After lying on the ground for a while, Yang Daye got up under the concern of his teammates.

"Daye, are you okay?" Feng Xiaoting asked with concern.

"It's okay." Yang Daye shook his head.It hurts a little bit, but it will be fine after a while.

"It's fine. Fortunately, the ball was blocked by you, otherwise I wouldn't dare to think about the consequences." Feng Xiaoting's palms were covered with sweat.After Zheng Zhi got off the field for treatment, he was the most experienced leader on the field.He was under too much pressure.

Fortunately, at this time, Zheng Zhi had finished his treatment and returned to the field with the permission of the referee on duty.

Zheng Zhi quickly ran back into the penalty area of ​​the Chinese team, and as soon as he came back, he patted Daye on the back. "Daye, you did a good job just now."

"Should be."

Zheng Zhi nodded in relief, then turned his head and shouted to the others: "Focus on the man, get in position, and defend this corner kick. Xiao Ting, keep an eye on Jahanbakhsh..."

As soon as Zheng Zhi returned to the field, he immediately began to direct his teammates to defend the corner kick.Under his command, the Chinese team quickly stood up and carefully guarded their opponents.

Then the Iranian team took the corner kick and was first cleared by the Chinese team.

The crisis is temporarily lifted.Yang Daye immediately felt at peace, and soon he also saw that the expressions of his teammates were much more relaxed than before.

Perhaps this is the power of leadership.

Yang Daye found that although he had scored a lot for the Chinese team in these few games, he still had a long way to go before becoming the leader of the national team.His current real strength must be far superior to Zheng Zhi, but there is still a big gap in prestige.And this kind of power is not what the jersey system can bring.

The game continued, and since Zheng Zhi returned to the court, the chaos of the Chinese team has improved significantly.Especially under the command of Zheng Zhi, the Chinese team began to play in an orderly manner.

Although for a while, the Chinese team has no way to reverse the disadvantaged situation.But the Chinese team's defense is no longer so precarious.

Later, as the Iranian team's offensive fell back, the Chinese team gradually stabilized their position.After that, although the Iranian team still had the advantage, it was impossible to score a goal.

This situation also stabilized until the end of the first half.In the end, the two sides played to a 1:1 tie in the first half of the game.

For this situation, the Chinese team is acceptable.It's just a pity to lead first and then be equalized.

The Iranian team is naturally extremely dissatisfied with this situation.In the Azadi team, which is known as the home of the devil, not only failed to lead the Chinese team, but was also scored first by the Chinese team.Even if it is a late goal to tie.But this situation is simply a shame for the Iranian team, which ranks first in Asia.

Therefore, when halftime left the field, the Iranian players all had unwillingness on their faces.

"Damn it. The Chinese are so lucky that they survived the first half."

"However, in the first half, they have already exposed their weakness. In the second half, our Iranian team will definitely beat them severely with the blessing of the great Allah."

"Wait, Chinese, you will not be so lucky in the second half."

"I have a feeling that there will be a goal at the beginning of the second half!"

"..."

The 15-minute break at halftime passed quickly.Players from both sides returned to the field one after another.

The Chinese players who came out of the locker room looked serious and determined.But the players of the Iranian team looked more serious, but there was a faint murderous look in the seriousness.

"Ou, tell me, will the Chinese team lose? They didn't look very good in the first half. I don't want Yang Ouba to lose." Park Eun-sul saw that the two sides were about to start the second half. said worriedly.

"Hmm. I don't know. Except for Yang Ouba, the Chinese team doesn't look like much." Cheng Hadan replied.

"The people on the Iranian team look so fierce, and when so many of them yell together, it makes people feel scared through the motor. Do you think Obama will be scared?" The Iranian fans looked enthusiastic. Even through the TV, Park Eun-su's heart would be terrified.

"I'm sure you won't be scared. Didn't he score a goal before? Maybe he will score a goal later. I like the way he looks after scoring! It's really... oh..." Cheng Hedan Said obsessively.

And when she said this, the game on the field had already begun.As soon as Cheng Hedan finished speaking, a high-pitched scream broke out like a climax: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The same is true for Park Eun Sol and others, but her voice is more delicate, more graceful and moving.

"Ouba went in! He shot in again! It's amazing!"

(End of this chapter)