Li Yongle made a diagonal pass to the penalty area. Yang Pan got the ball before Ferrari, but he just poked the ball away and suddenly fell into the penalty area.

The referee decisively awarded the penalty!

"Yang Pan fell in the penalty area! There is no problem. No matter how you look at it, it will be a penalty!" Wang Jianxiang shouted.

"This is a fake fall! Yang Pan hangs his foot on Ferrari's ankle!" And his Italian colleagues have a completely opposite view.

Ferrari jumped up from the ground in anger and caught up with the referee: "He pretended to fall! I can guarantee that I didn't have a foul!"

Yang Pan stood up as if nothing had happened, and then slapped Li Yongle who came to celebrate.

Qiu Suhui stood up from his seat, and he looked at Gentile with a little smug look on his face. No matter what, a penalty kick is good, as long as he can lead Italy.

The referee insisted on the original judgment and asked the Chinese team to punish the penalty. The Italian players had no choice but to disperse, thinking that there was still time and they must make a comeback.

Yang Pan walked to the penalty spot with the ball in his arms, then gently put the ball up, and then adjusted carefully to make the breathing mouth face him. Then he got up and retreated, stood there four steps away, ready to kick the penalty.

Pellizoli hit his palm hard and encouraged himself. He bent down and stood up, then looked up at Yang Pan.

Yang Pan glanced at Pelizzoli with an expressionless face, then avoided the other party's gaze and looked down at the ball.

Are you guilty of being a thief? Pellizoli hummed in his heart.

The referee blew a whistle and signaled that Yang Pan could kick, and everyone suddenly became nervous.

Will Yang Pan be nervous too?

He assisted, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps! He stepped on the ball with his left foot and then swung his right leg! Now it was a penalty kick, and no one would interfere with him, so he could use all his strength and make a try with pleasure!

Here comes! When Pelizoli was helping Yang Pan, he was guessing which side he would shoot. Finally, before Yang Pan shot, he chose to pounce on his left and on his right.

The facts told him that he had pounced on the opposite direction!

Yang Pan pulled the ball with his right foot and the football flew to the right side of the goal!

The ball and the goalkeeper flew in the same direction. Will the ball be saved?

Pellizoli was secretly happy, he was sure to save the ball!

Unfortunately, he underestimated Yang Pan's shooting power too much. Although he saved it earlier than Yang Pan's shooting, the ball flew into the goal one step ahead of him and flew into the goal against the post!

The ball has entered!!

When the football hit the net and lifted it up hard, Pellizoli's hand just reached the route the ball had just flew over.

"GOOOOOAL!!" Yang Pan clenched his fist with his right hand and thrust hard, opening his mouth and shouting. It's so good to score a goal in this way!

Li Jie rushed up first and hugged Yang Pan tightly, for fear that he would run away. Next, a group of crazy teammates rushed up and threw the two of them down and suppressed them.

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"Okay! Take the lead!" Sophie jumped up and cheered with her hands high.

Zhang Jun beside him looked at the Chinese team members who were in a mess on TV. He did not applaud as usual, but instead clenched his hands tightly into fists, bit his lower lip, and his body trembled slightly.

If, if I were there at this time, it would be great!

Feng Qing noticed Zhang Jun's small movements and the thoughts expressed through this small movement. Please bear with me, Zhang Jun. You are recovering very smoothly now and one day you will return to the court.

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Qiu Suhui punched the awning behind the seat, finally leading Italy! The efforts of these boys were not in vain!

"The ball is scored! The ball is scored! Yang Pan! Yang Pan!! This penalty is fierce and tricky, and Pelizzoli is powerless at all! The Chinese team is now leading Italy 1:0! Audience friends, if you just turn on the TV, you will be surprised by the score, but that's right! Yes, the Chinese team is ahead of Italy and the star-studded Italy!" Wang Jianxiang was a little hysterical, but he also heard the clamor from the next door. At this moment, they were also surrounding the big screen to pay attention to the game.

Wang Jianxiang turned off the microphone and took a secret sip of water. When will everyone be so obsessed with a game of Chinese football? From noon to the beginning of the game, the enthusiasm seemed to be a young fan who watched the game for the first time. Thinking of this, Wang Jianxiang smiled and turned on the microphone again.

"Yang Pan also scored four goals in the Olympics with this penalty kick, and is currently ranked second in the scorer list. Well? The speed of the ball was counted just now! It's amazing... 136 kilometers per hour!! It's worthy of being a heavy artillery Yang Pan..." His voice became hoarse again, but even if he was really hoarse, he was willing to do so.

The Chinese fans in the stands of the Thessalonika Stadium were happy, and they witnessed this passionate moment on the spot!

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But on the other side, looking at the Chinese players celebrating crazy, the Italian players were very upset.

Not only because the Chinese team was led, but also because the goal was lost was actually the penalty kick awarded by the opponent's fake fall!

What is this?

We must never let the Chinese defeat us like this, nor can we be eliminated by the Chinese team. They should be eliminated! Otherwise, we will be killed when we go back!

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After the re-telection, the Chinese team seemed to be in excitement and did not come back to their senses. Li Yongle was thrown away by Pirlo in a blink of an eye, and then he passed the ball straight to the penalty area!

Giraldino was unable to chase the ball under Liu Peng's defense, but instead attracted most of the Chinese team's defense. At this time, the right forward Scully took the opportunity to intervene and shot before Xiang Tao was chasing back!

Sima Hongxin is not liked by Qiu Suhui because of her taciturnity, but in many cases his personality can help him calm down more easily than others. He kneels on his knees and holds Scully's shot firmly in his arms.

Because of Xiang Tao's existence, Scully's shooting angle was much smaller, so this level of shooting could not pose a threat to Sima Hongxin. As soon as he stood in the near corner, he was tall and wide, blocked the opponent's shooting angle.

After the Chinese team made several proactive mistakes, Qiu Suhui realized this problem. Fortunately, the first half was about to end, so if you have anything to say at the end of the game, you can say it slowly.

These kids are still too young!

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Li Yongle found that Pirlo became difficult to defend, and he couldn't guess what Pirlo wanted to do next. He often made him nervous with a simple move.

Is this the experience? This is what is honed in the Italian league?

Li Yongle remembered that he had smelled this smell on Zhang Jun. It was during the training in Spain this winter. When Zhang Jun swung past him and shot at a zero-degree angle, he only had a very short moment. He found that Zhang Jun was so powerful that he was a little depressed.

Now Pirlo also has it, maybe this is the temperament of a world-class star!

Pirlo Peace played a two-pass and one-cooperated match, and then kept kicking a long shot from 21 meters away!

Sima Hongxin was a little inadequate in this ball, and his tall body fell down a little slowly, so he missed the far shot that was against the ground!

The Italian commentators were planning to shout "GOAL" before they found that the football hit the outside of the goal post and bounced out of the bottom line.

A huge sigh sounded in the stands. At the same time, the referee blew the whistle to the end of the first half.

At the end of the first half, the Chinese team temporarily led Italy 1:0 with a penalty kick from Yang Pan in the 32nd minute.

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Qiu Suhui first praised the team's performance in the first half with a smile, but then his face darkened and his tone changed: "I know you are very excited and happy when you lead, but!" His voice suddenly rose octave, "But you have to understand how powerful the opponents you are facing are! Their defense is not so fragile that you can easily score three goals in the half, and their offense will not be blocked by several offside traps. So you must always be twelve points. As long as you don't hear the final whistle, no one is allowed to breathe a sigh of relief!"

The exhausted players were cheered up. Yes, there was still half. If you gave up now, what would the result be? Losing, regretting it.

Isn’t it just for another forty-five minutes? The first forty-five minutes came over, and I was still afraid that the other party would not succeed?

"In the second half, we still use wings and speed to deal with them. We will attack at the beginning. Don't give Italy a chance to recover! Grip our teeth and persevere. When the game is over, I will give you a holiday!"

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Li Yan frowned and looked at the cheerful Chinese fan phalanx not far away. He was a little worried that from the time when the first half was about to end, the Chinese team's relaxation was not entirely due to excessive excitement in the goal, but also related to their physical decline. From the 12th to the 21st, four consecutive intense and intense games were played in nine days.

Originally, the third game could be rotated against Mali to give the main players a break. But for some reason, the Chinese team tried their best to tie the opponent in the end - in fact, it didn't matter if they lost. Could it be that Qiu Suhui was using the Chinese team's achievements to add a halo to him?

Well, let alone personal grudges, the density of the players in the nine-day and four games has caused more or less physical problems. In addition, the crazy attack in the first half, counter-attack, attack, and counter-attack... Although this kind of physically consuming style allowed the Chinese team to lead the first half, it also planted dangerous seeds for the second half. Once the physical strength is exhausted at the end of the second half, it is very likely to be tied or even overtaken.

Don’t they know the consequences of doing this? Why do they still have to adopt such a risky approach?

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Hu Li watched the players walk out of the locker room one by one, his pace was still heavy. He said to Qiu Suhui beside him with some concern: "Why should we adopt such a life-deserving tactic? If this continues, even if we win Italy, the opponent in the next round is likely to be Argentina. Do you think we still have the energy to compete with Argentina?"

Qiu Suhui smiled bitterly and asked Hu Li: "Do you think we can defeat Italy if we have enough energy in this game?"

"this……"

"Actually, I have never considered the next game. If I have spare energy, I can't win Italy. If I win Italy with all my strength, I will be eliminated by Argentina. Ha! Lao Hu, which path do you choose? Since the end of the game is always losing, why not use all your strength in this game and do everything. There is no regret for winning or losing. There will never be a good ending. This is a cup, not a league, and we don't need to preserve any strength for the next opponent."

"What a pity! We won't have to work so hard if Ghana qualifies." Hu Li sighed.

"Haha! Do you know, Lao Hu. Actually, those players are the same as I think. They are not afraid of Italy, they are afraid of leaving regrets!" Qiu Suhui looked at the exit, and the young men of the Chinese team were disappearing one by one at the brightly lit exit.

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Li Yan originally thought he would see tired faces and heavy steps. But what surprised him was that every National Olympic team member ran out of the exit, and there was no trace of fatigue on their faces!

Why?

Li Yan would not understand the thoughts of these players. As Qiu Suhui said, they understand their situation very well. For them now, it is completely meaningless to consider what will happen in the future. It is better to spend all their thoughts on this game. Bet on everything, everything, bet on all the training, all the games, all the games, all the tears, laughter, pain, anger, confusion... Every minute and every second of the memories are bet on this game.

I'm afraid that many people will feel completely different now than when they first heard that their opponent is Italy? Fortunately, they did not lose to Mali, so they could find such an excellent opponent for their farewell match.

Italy, whether it is losing or winning, you must remember our names and let you know that Chinese football is not something you can despise casually.

The first half was still evening, and the sunset was shining on the court, very soft. When it came out, it turned into night, and the lights enveloped the court. Yang Pan squinted his eyes and looked at the lighting, which were as dazzling as the little sun.

Sorry, Zhang Jun. It seems that I can't bring you this Olympic gold medal. It's just a lead, and maybe you may lose! But it doesn't matter, I will play it as the final and cheer for me, if you can see it...

"The game is about to begin, cheer up! We have 45 minutes left!" Yang Pan yelled at his teammates. Then he looked at the referee and started quickly. Referee, I can't wait!

"beep!"

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"The Chinese team still attacked with all their might at the beginning of the second half, and every player was running tirelessly! They seemed to want to grab points from Italy! They played very boldly, but are they physically not having any problems?" Wang Jianxiang said worriedly.

It can be seen that after a short break of fifteen minutes, the Chinese players can still support their physical strength and can still use their speed to put pressure on Italy.
To be continued...