Revenge Huaguo football, assisting Ronaldo in the World Cup

"At this time point, and the familiar position on the left side in front of the restricted area, do you think of anything, Mr. He Wei?"

Zeyuan, the commentator in the live broadcast room, watched the Portuguese team gathered together and spoke slowly.

At this moment, He Wei blurted out:

"Easy as a frightened bird, graceful as a swimming dragon!"

As He Wei spoke, the memories engraved in the hearts of the fans in the live broadcast room flooded into their minds.

"In the 18 World Cup group match, the Portuguese team encountered a powerful Spain. Ronaldo scored a hat-trick in 87 minutes. He was the only savior and equalized the score for the Portuguese team."

"That night belonged to Portugal's No. [-] alone, it belonged to Cristiano Ronaldo, and it also belonged to Ronaldo's miracle night!"

Zeyuan couldn't help showing anticipation.

"I don't know if anyone in Portugal can repeat this miracle tonight."

He Wei was still immersed in the memories, and lowered his head in disappointment.

"The person who used to write miracles, he is no longer on the court~"

Wu Lei: "Today's Portuguese team still has Yuqin!"

"Don't forget, in the last game he blasted past the Swiss team's goal with an elevator ball."

At this time, people who are more aware of the situation are more desperate, and He Wei is a little emotional.

"Yuqin's kick was a follow-up shot from Ronaldo. If he pursues a shot from such an angle, it is already a blessing that the ball does not fly out of the goal."

"But if you don't pursue such a dead end, judging from Bunu's brave performance today, the Portuguese team is still hopeless to score."

"It's almost an unsolvable deadlock."

He Wei's calm analysis caused a brief silence in the live broadcast room. What he said was the truth, and it was also the fact that made the fans despair.

……

Standing at the kick-off position, Yuqin looked at the goal which was 30 meters away from him, and tried hard to search all the memory and shooting practice of this position in his mind.

At this time, everything on the court, Morocco's thunderous shouts, the hoarse encouragement of the players, and his heavy breathing have nothing to do with him now.

There is only one thought in his mind: to penetrate the Moroccan goal!

Equalize the score for your team, and then change your fate against the sky!

Morocco's human wall defense is ready, and goalkeeper Bounu raised his hand to signal that he is also ready.

The referee signaled that Yuqin could start free throws.

At this moment, Yuqin, who was immersed in memories, forgot the eyes of the whole world looking at him.

His own field of vision fell into a strange silence, except for the fierce beating of his heart, which resonated with his bulging temples.

Yuqin has put aside everything, only the purest memory remains in her mind.

He stepped back and gradually opened the distance between himself and the football, one step at a time, until he reached the distance he was most satisfied with.

Facing Yuqin's close-up shots, He Wei regained his energy at this time.

"He's going to hit the goal! We've seen this look. Every time he shoots, Yuqin always has this look!"

"Such firm eyes are exactly the same as Ronaldo's night!"

"Yuqin wants to be the hero of the Portuguese team! He wants to create his own miracle! Write his own night!"

……

Yuqin started to speed up, so carried away that he completely forgot about his pain.

His starting speed was so fast that even the camera zoomed in on Yuqin's face, the first time he couldn't keep up with his rhythm at all.

Just when Yuqin's speed reached his limit, he raised his right foot backwards like a crescent moon.

Then it hit the football hard, and there was a loud "bang", which even stunned the referee who was not far from the penalty spot.

It wasn't the elevator ball that Bunu had expected, but Yuqin's free throw was a ground slash!

Morocco's human wall has been predicted in advance and jumped high.

The soccer ball was sticking to the ground, as if flying towards the goal with a roar.

The Moroccan goalkeeper tried his best to make a save in the face of the ground cut that rushed straight to his other side.

However, when the football was approaching the goal, it fell, which caught Bunu, who thought he had predicted where the football would land, caught off guard.

Sticking to the ground + falling of the elevator ball!

Bunu knew the answer instantly in his mind, but the football had already hit the grass, went directly over Bunu's defense, and bounced into the Moroccan goal.

The Moroccan fans in the entire arena instantly became silent. In the silence, deafening cheers erupted from the Portuguese viewing area.

Although the number of fans was far smaller than that of the Moroccan fans, the noise from the fans suppressed to the extreme seemed to overthrow the entire stadium.

After Yuqin, Yuqin clenched his fists tightly, and it was rare for him not to celebrate wildly at this time.

Looking at Ronaldo who was hugging Santos tightly on the sidelines, Yuqin knew that if he didn't really win his opponent, he who had been timid had no right to cheer.

The commentators in the live broadcast room who saw this scene were instantly detonated by Yuqin.

Wu Lei couldn't help shouting: "Beautiful! Beautiful, beautiful!"

He Wei's tone was close to hoarse: "92 minutes, Yuqin really pierced through Morocco's goal at this desperate time!"

Zeyuan still couldn't believe it: "What kind of big heart does Yuqin have! Dare to bet on a ground cut that is related to the life and death of the Portuguese team in such a situation!"

"If Morocco's wall doesn't jump up, if he hits the ball a little higher, the Portuguese team may lose their last chance to attack."

He Wei tried his best to calm down his mood, looking at Yuqin who was expressionless in the camera and slowly pointed at Ronaldo's captain's armband, his heart was surging and it was hard to hold back.

"We can see that after breaking the door, Yuqin basically has no expression on his face, but his fierce eyes reveal an unprecedented firmness."

"In just 7 minutes, Yuqin completed his transformation in today's game!"

"It's such a hero who saved the Portuguese team. At this time, I still don't forget the captain's responsibility that Ronaldo handed over to him when he left the field!"

"This is where Yuqin's strength lies!"

"If you win, don't be overjoyed; if you lose, don't be discouraged; if you have thunder in your chest and your face is as flat as a lake, you can worship the general!"

Accompanied by He Wei's affectionate commentary, at this moment, I don't know how many fans couldn't help but burst into tears.

Portugal 1:1 Morocco.

In the 92nd minute, he tied the score with a ground cut. It was this small number that saved the entire Portuguese team.

Zeyuan's voice was also a little choked up.

"Today's goal is definitely a perfect example of Yuqin's scoring ability!"

"I saw some people say that all the teams that Yuqin played against before were of little importance, but today's game has proved the gold content of the top eight in the World Cup."

"Morocco, which eliminated Spain, no one can underestimate!"

"If we say that in the World Cup in 18, Ronaldo alone carried the Portuguese team forward; then in Qatar in 22, it was Yuqin who dragged the Portuguese team out of the doomed situation."

"There is no doubt that today belongs to the Portuguese team's No. [-] night, and it belongs to Yuqin's miracle night!"