Gentile looked at the court, as if it was a copy of the first half, and Italy was suppressed by the Chinese team again. But this time he was no longer worried about anything.

Hum! It's so stupid! Such a way of playing does not consider the consequences at all. Qiu Suhui, you have been in Europe for so many years. Do you even understand this principle? Although we play ugly, we will definitely win in the end. What's the point of football that cannot be won in such a competition?

Unfortunately, Gentile is not a Chinese, and he will never understand the Chinese way of thinking.

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"They want to die?" Feng Qing said in surprise as he looked at the Chinese player who was still steadily on the court.

But Zhang Jun's eyes were full of sadness: "It's not that they don't want to die, but that they know that they can play this game. No matter what, they don't have the strength to go back. So, just here..." Sophie snuggled up to Zhang Jun without saying a word. She agreed with Zhang Jun's opinion. If you win Italy and Argentina, it is absolutely impossible for the Chinese team to defeat two strong enemies in a row with the current strength and physical strength of the Chinese team.

"But if you win Italy, even if you lose to Argentina, there are still three and four players who can play in the final!"

"Ha, Brother Feng, don't you see it? Now they have no considerations about the future, and they have never thought that there will be any third or fourth finals to play. They just want to play a good game." Zhang Jun said with a wry smile. They are always like that, Yang Pan, Li Yongle, Liu Peng, Sima, Xiang Tao... They never focus on calculating the subsequent games, but only put them all in the current games. Winning makes people happy, and losing will never be cowardly. They are always like this...

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Li Yongle's long shot suddenly fell in front of Perizoli, bounced back, making him unable to react. Seeing that the football was about to enter the door from behind him, a blue figure flew over and drove the football's big foot out of the penalty area.

"Ferrari almost kicked Li Yongle's shot out on the goal line! What a pity! If there was no Taiqi interfering in front, the Chinese team would likely lead 2:0!"

Seeing that the ball did not enter, Li Yongle turned around and ran without saying a word. He didn't want to waste his time and energy on posing. Besides, this big foot directly caused Italy's counterattack.

Pirlo received the ball in the frontcourt, and he could show his power while Li Yongle did not come back! Giraldino, Scully, and Palumbo were all running. The Chinese team had just attacked and had not had time to return to defense. This was a good opportunity for Italy to tie the score!

He passed the ball to Scully who was inserted in the back, and Scully directly made a cross! Girardino ran to the ball, and then grabbed the spot with his amazing sense of smell in front of the goal, and a powerful head-shaking!

The football flew backwards, and Sima Hongxin reached out like a conditioned reflex while rushing forward! The football flew outwards. Li Suisheng hurriedly jumped up and pushed the ball out of the sideline.

Huh, it's so dangerous!

As time goes by, Italy gradually began to exert force. The Italian offensive combination with Pirlo as the core constantly uses the opportunity of defensive counterattack to put pressure on the Chinese team in front of the goal.

In the 67th minute, Pirlo made a straight pass, and Gilardino, who was inserted into the trap, surpassed Liu Peng, and then shot before Sima Hongxin, but it was slightly off.

In the 72nd minute, when facing Li Yongle, Pirlo unexpectedly picked up the football with his toes and lifted the football high, crossing Li Yongle and the entire Chinese team's defense line. Gilardino inserted the ball to catch it, forming a one-on-one strike. Just when everyone thought he would succeed, the slightest bit of it was too big when the ball was stopped, and gave Xiang Tao the opportunity. He rushed forward to snatch Gilardino's foot and drove the ball out of the baseline. Italy missed an excellent opportunity.

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Qiu Suhui glanced at the watch on his wrist nervously. There were still fifteen minutes left, and now Italy's offensive became more and more fierce. The Chinese team had not even had a decent shot for ten minutes.

And the players on the field's physical strength has dropped very quickly. It seems that it's time to substitute people, although those guys won't want to end.

"Hu Bin, Kong Liang, Zou You, go warm up, I'll call you and come back!"

Hu Li was once again surprised by Qiu Suhui's substitution strategy. Shouldn't he use more defensive players to strengthen defense at this time? If the forwards are sent to the front, how can the defense start?

A clamor in the stands interrupted Hu Li's doubts. He turned his head and saw that Wang Yu's ball was cut off by Scully and fought back on the spot!

"Wang Yu was a little exhausted. He was cut off when he dribbled the ball! But he was unable to chase back and counterattack! Italian team attacked!"

Xiang Tao rushed up again, then leaned on Scully, and then stretched out his foot to poke the ball out of the sideline. Compared to strength, Xiang Tao would not lose to anyone.

"It seems that we can't delay any more." Qiu Suhui shouted to the warm-up team members. "Zou You! Come here and prepare to go on stage!"

Zou You ran over, quickly took off his coat, threw it aside, and was pulled aside by Qiu Suhui, and quickly told him what to do after he came on the court: "Remember, replace Wang Yu, put all his energy on defense, and run more horizontally. In addition, let Lin Feng take it back, don't be the front midfielder, ask him to defend! When defending, tell everyone that the ball in our backcourt should be handled more simply, and drive out if you can! Don't stumble in the back! If you understand, go on the court?"

Zou You just nodded and was pushed to the fourth referee by Qiu Suhui. It seems that the situation on the field is indeed becoming more and more unfavorable to the Chinese team.

On the other side, Gentile was also deploying troops. He saw that the Chinese team's physical strength had become a problem and the offense was far less sharp than the beginning, so he decided to add some pressure to his opponent. He sent Andrea Gasbarroni, a wing assaulter from Palemo, to draw the defensive midfielder and transfer Angelo Palombo to the middle, so that Gasbarroni, a fast and physically strong, played against the left front-end, and continued to attack the Chinese team's defense line.

Wang Yu was replaced by Zou You. Although he was a little unwilling to do so, he also knew that he could only drag the whole team down on the court. His mistake just now, fortunately, Xiang Tao was focused on the back and did not make a big mistake.

Hu Li handed Wang Yu a towel and asked him to wipe his sweat to avoid catching a cold: "Thank you for your hard work, you've done a great job. Leave the rest to them!"

But Wang Yu just covered the towel on his head, sat on a chair, and clenched his hands into fists: Damn it! At the critical moment, he was actually the first person to come down! Damn it!

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After Zou You came on the court, he conveyed Qiu Suhui's meaning to everyone. The Chinese team's defense was indeed much more concise and completely destructive defensive actions were taken. Gas Baroni's appearance also revitalized Italy's left side, so Yang Pan had to give up the offense and return with all his strength to defend the fast left winger.

With less and less time, Italy doesn't seem to have much chance. But at this time, the experience of the European Youth Championship champions played a role. They were not impatient, but instead had a patience to fight the position with the Chinese team.

After Pirlo shook past Li Yongle in the middle, he found that he could not continue moving forward, so he had to move horizontally to the right. Xiang Tao rushed up, and Pirlo knocked his heel, and the football passed between Xiang Tao's legs. Then Pirlo was about to turn around and bypass him. Xiang Tao had no choice but to stretch his legs and tripped Pirlo.

The referee showed Xiang Tao a yellow card and awarded Italy a free kick on the left side of the Chinese team's penalty area.

Zhao Pengyu and Lin Feng formed a wall of humans, and everyone else, including Li Jie, returned to the penalty area to defend.

Pirlo wants to take this free kick, whether in AC Milan or in the Italian Olympic team, he is the number one free thrower in set-pieces.

He sent the football into the penalty area and flew towards the goal in an arc! Under the interference of the crowd, no one touched the ball at the front and middle points. At this time, Bowo appeared at the back point!

Bowo was unmarked! He jumped high and rushed to the top!

Sima Hongxin turned around and rushed over, but his speed was still a little slower.

Qiu Suhui stood on the sidelines, clenched his fists and stared at everything in front of the door.

Gas Baroni, behind Bovo, had stretched out his hands, which was a celebration move, a celebration goal move.

Football flew past the goal line in front of Sima Hongxin’s fingertips!

The ball has entered!!

The ball entered?

“GOOOAL!!”

Yes, the ball entered.

"Bowo header! Sima Hongxin didn't save it! The ball flew into the goal! Italy stubbornly equalized the score with three minutes left in the game! What a pity, the Chinese team! The victory was only three minutes away from them..."

The Italian players hugged each other in front of the Chinese team's goal, howling, cheering, and tied! Finally, the equalization! None of them expected that this game would be so difficult before the game. It took them eighty-seven minutes to tie the score, but this already made them very excited, and they felt like they were escaping from death.

Lin Feng sat on the grass and cramped. After running for so long, his leg could not stand it anymore, but unexpectedly, even if he ran to the cramp, he would have gotten such a result... he was equalized! His chest was undulating, but it was not because of his legs hurt, but because of heartache.

Yang Pan stood in front of the door blankly, looking at the football inside the door, really wanted to kick it out! Damn it! It was only a little bit, only a little bit we won! But now it seems that we still have to play overtime. But everyone's physical strength... He smiled helplessly. For the Italians, this was just a goal, but for the current Chinese team, it was a very cruel goal. It not only wiped out everyone's previous efforts, but also made everyone's willpower last for another thirty minutes.
Chapter completed!