"Bowo's goal made the Chinese team equalize the score before the end of the game! Moreover, many players of the National Olympic Team also had cramps, which made the Chinese team worse! "

Qiu Suhui asked Hu Bin to replace Lin Feng with cramps at the last moment. He originally planned to use the last two substitutions for injury and stopping time, so it would be easier to delay the time. But now it seems that it is no longer necessary.

Both sides should have no energy for the remaining minutes, so they will definitely play overtime in this game.

What a tough game!

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As Qiu Suhui thought, within six minutes of injury time, both sides played very dullly, and did not try their best as some people thought, and climaxes were repeated. Both sides had a tacit understanding: save some strength to fight in overtime, and the winner was the last thirty minutes.

After the whistle sounded at the end of ninety minutes, the players on both sides fell directly on the court to rest. After five minutes, they would stand up and continue fighting.

Qiu Suhui took advantage of the players' rest and replenishment of physical fitness, and made a final explanation: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious to attack now. There is no golden or silver ball system in overtime, so you have to play for 30 minutes. So you must allocate your physical fitness reasonably. If necessary, even if you drag a penalty kick! The defenders deal with the ball and try to give them free kicks on both sides of the penalty area!" Qiu Suhui cooperated with body language and expressed his meaning slightly exaggeratedly.

"Everyone understands it? Remember this is your most important game. Don't give up until the whole game is over! Okay, the time is up! Get up! Go to the game!" Qiu Suhui waved his hand like a duck to let the players stand up, move a little, and avoid cramps.

Li Yan used a telescope to scan the faces of the national Olympic team players. "It still has the same expression. Although he is obviously too tired, his eyes are very stubborn."

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At the beginning of the overtime game, even the fans who yelled in the stands for ninety minutes were a little tired, let alone the players on the field?

The heat in the first half of the game increased their physical exhaustion, especially the Chinese team. Now it seems that many players can no longer run. But they are still gritting their teeth and insisting that there is only one place for substitution. Everyone is not thinking about "Switch me and rest!" but "Don't change me!"

Except for the goalkeeper and two central defenders, Yang Pan, Li Yongle and Xiang Tao are the best physically strong people in the team. Except for the ball being on their side, the others are basically walking.

On the other hand, the Italian team with a lot of professional competition experience is much better, so Italy is still playing against the Chinese team in the first half of the overtime.

Xiang Tao made a direct pass from the opponent with big feet. He no longer had the mood or strength to shout a few times to cheer himself and the team up. The pressure given by Italy to the Chinese team is not only physical but also psychological.

Is this the world's strong team? Do it!

Qiu Suhui decided to use the last substitution quota, he wanted to replace forward Li Jie and then replace forward Kong Liang.

Kong Liang is a forward with outstanding defensive ability. He replaced the exhausted Li Jie to strengthen the defense. But this does not mean that Qiu Suhui gave up the attack. Hu Bin, who was already on the court, was faster. After Kong Liang came on the court, the Chinese team actually played 4411, and Hu Bin was at the forefront alone, using speed to restrain Italy's defense line so that the opponent could not beat him with all his might. And the Chinese team would fight back if they had the chance.

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Yang Pan is the right back of the Chinese team most of the time, while Wang Liang retreated into the penalty area and became a central defender.

Pirlo was still active, and he passed the ball to Gasbalone's feet. Gasbalone faced Yang Pan, and he gently stroked the football with his right foot, then knocked the football forward with his left foot and forced the breakthrough!

Yang Pan was a little stunned, turned around and chased. In terms of speed, he would not lose to anyone. While chasing his opponent, he gradually leaned his body up and prevented Gas Baroni from adding up the speed. Then he sinks, stretched his left foot forward, and tackled!

Gas Baroni seemed to have expected Yang Pan to do this. He gently pushed the ball to the outside and avoided Yang Pan's tackle!

Will it break through?

It would be strange! Yang Pan lay on the ground, twisted his body outward along the rushing momentum, and swept his right leg up!

Gas Baroni obviously did not expect Yang Pan to tackle twice in a row. In a hurry, he jumped up like a conditioned reflex, and the football was swept out of the sideline by Yang Pan.

Huh! Yang Pan gasped and got up from the ground. If it weren't for physical strength, he could definitely hook the ball with his right foot. Italy shouldn't even want an out-of-bounds ball!

Yang Pan's move is also a microcosm of the Chinese team's first half of overtime. In the first half of overtime, they are powerless.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and the players on both sides did not rest, and directly switched sides to the second half. However, the players walked very slowly and they were hurrying to rest. Now not only the Chinese team, but many Italian players are already exhausted.

Looking back now, is it more humane to play overtime for 30 minutes or more humane to play the Golden Ball system? The players fought for 90 minutes, but they had to fight for another 30 minutes, regardless of winning or losing. This is a double test of the team's players' physical and will. On the other hand, if the Golden Ball system is adopted, then when one side scores a goal, is it unfair to the side behind? Maybe they still have the strength to equalize, just give them some time... This issue is always a matter of opinion and cannot be explained clearly.

However, the current national Olympic team would rather finish the last fifteen minutes than let the opponent enter a direct GAMEOVER. In their minds, even if Italy really enters one, they can definitely recover it before the end of the game.

What a pity, it's a pity. This is a real game, not a comic or a novel. Some things cannot be determined by spirit alone. The reality is cruel, really...

"The ball went in! Italian captain Pirlo. He shook Li Yongle, who was exhausted, and used his best long shot to break through...the goal of the Chinese team." When he said this, Wang Jianxiang was in a complicated mood. Because he was a commentator, it was his job to report the game, but if he could, he would rather remain silent at this moment and not say a word. Italy finally scored the goal, and it was in the tenth minute of the second half, the 25th minute of the overtime, and the 115th minute of the whole game. "But! The game is not over yet, we still have five minutes! The boys of the National Olympic Team, stand up! Stand up! There are still five minutes, enough for everything to happen!" Wang Jianxiang shouted to the TV screen, as if he was on the sidelines, and his shouting could be heard by the Chinese players. But unfortunately, he was not here.

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"Everyone stand up!" Yang Pan stood on the court and shouted at his teammates who were sitting depressedly. His voice was hoarse, but he tried hard to make his voice reach every teammate's ears. "There are five minutes left! We still have time! Don't waste time sitting here!" Yang Pan reached out to pull Li Yongle. "You were injured when playing against us, and didn't give up. Now you pretend to be a soft guy! Get up, otherwise I'll kick you up!"

Then he ran to pull Zhao Pengyu up, and shouted to Xiang Tao not far away: "Lying there and pretending to be dead! Get up for me! Isn't you the most fiercer call? Do you pretend to be dead at critical moments? Fuck! Are you still a fucking man?"

Xiang Tao felt very uncomfortable, not because of Yang Pan's words, but because of the violent ups and downs in his chest that he couldn't even breathe. However, he usually has many heroes who are hurt by his mouth. Now he shouldn't be lying like this when he should be heroes! "Dan... Yang Pan, you are very good at scolding? This account... remember first! I will fuck you after I finish playing Italy!" On the one hand, he was still showing off a hero, but on the other hand, he had already gotten up. It seemed a bit difficult. I really don't know if he really has the energy to fuck Yang Pan in Italy.

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Zhang Jun watched Yang Pan pull his teammates up one by one in front of the TV, and he remembered the match between the University of Science and Technology Affiliated High School in the first year of high school. Although Yang Pan scored a goal in the end, the game was on the verge of ending. But Yang Pan didn't care, he only knew that as long as he didn't hear the final whistle, the game would not end for him.

This is a bit difficult, but...

If you are present, you will do that too!

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Qiu Suhui can't do anything now, and the substitution quota has been used up, and five minutes of tactical adjustments to the existing lineup may not be effective. As a coach, he can only watch the players perform off the court.

Bet on everything you have, run and fight, no matter whether you win or lose, don’t regret it, don’t leave a trace of regret.

This is what Qiu Suhui thinks now, and what the national Olympic team members think.

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The National Olympic Team, which fell behind with one goal and was physically exhausted, unexpectedly cheered up, as if they had just started playing.

Yang Pan moved the ball from his right big foot to the left. Zhao Pengyu stretched out his foot to stop the ball, but his support foot was so weak that he stretched out that he only touched the ball with his toes. The football changed its line slightly and bounced towards the sideline. When he was about to go out of bounds, he barely blocked the ball with one foot, and then wiped the Bowo who rushed up to interfere with Zhao Pengyu!

"If you don't have enough energy, go to the back. Let me come here!" Xiang Tao howled and rushed into the Italian defense line.

"It's Xiang Tao! He still has the strength to rush up from behind to assist!" Wang Jianxiang shouted in surprise.

However, Xiang Tao's situation was not very good. He was gritting his teeth and fighting. Bonella rushed up. It was time to pass the ball!

"Xiang Tao made a cross! A low pitch!"

Xiang Tao passed this ball very smartly. He knew that the Chinese team's forwards are not very good at heading the ball. Passing high balls is just a waste of energy. But if you pass the ball, it will be different. As long as the ball speed is fast enough, the defender who returns to the defense and the forward who rushes up are likely to score a goal no matter who strikes a kick!

So who would have encountered this kick?

Ferrari took the lead in tackle, but he was one step late and didn't encounter it!

The football continued to pass through the front door quickly!

Hu Bin suddenly radiated forward, then kicked towards the football with both feet! But he collided with goalkeeper Pellizoli! None of the two sides encountered the football!

The ball flew to the back point!

The one who appeared there this time was Yang Pan! He was at the back point and no one was on guard! Great opportunity! Great opportunity for the Chinese team to equalize the score!

The ball has arrived! Yang Pan used his best right foot to push the ball...

Moretti caught up from the side and flew over to hit the ball with his head, but he didn't!

The football flew over his head and flew towards the empty gate!

Will you enter?

Pellizoli wanted to pounce back, but he couldn't get up, squat, jump, and snatch in just one second. He didn't even have time to turn his head when he heard a scream.

Did the ball enter?

Qiu Suhui's heart was in his throat, and I believe Jentille was not having a good time. But he saw the football barely flying over the crossbar, jumping on the crossbar, then flew behind the goal, landed and hit the billboard and rolled back.

The ball didn't go in!!

Sighs and cheers were immediately mixed together, filling the entire Thessalonika Stadium.

"The ball did not go in! Yang Pan hit this foot a little higher than the crossbar." Wang Jianxiang originally planned to say that he had beaten away, but in an instant he changed his mind.

Qiu Suhui suddenly leaned back, and Yang Pan, who performed the most stably in the whole game, became weak at the most critical moment, and missed this God-given opportunity. God’s will!

After the ball hit, Yang Pan's knees softened and he knelt in front of the ball. He raised his head and looked at the crossbar blankly. He couldn't believe that the ball was just letting himself hit... and it was knocked away!

He knows better than anyone else how important this ball is to the Chinese team, but he... cannot forgive himself for his left knee when his right leg was about to exert force!

Just as Yang Pan was still kneeling in front of the Italian gate, the referee blew the whistle to the end of the audience mercilessly. He did not leave it for the Chinese for an extra second, just 120 minutes.

The journey of the Athens Olympics of the Chinese Olympic men's football team came to an abrupt end in this second.

After the whistle sounded, Yang Pan still knelt on the ground blankly, looking up at the sky, without any intention of getting up, or his thoughts stopped at the moment when his right foot exerted force, but his left knee became weak.

If the ball is in, if the ball is in... It turns out that I am still so persistent in winning or losing! Why? I clearly said that no matter whether you win or lose, as long as you do your best, you won’t regret it? Why does your heart hurt so much? Why?

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Zhang Jun looked at Yang Pan's back kneeling on the ground and wanted to cry. He tried his best to endure it, but his eyes were blurred until the end.

This scene seems to be a spectator in the first year of high school, and I am an incompetent spectator again!

Feng Qing felt that he was not suitable for him to stay in the house under this situation, so he came to the yard with slightest steps. To be honest, he wanted to cry just now, but after all, he was a little older and had experienced more things, so he still held back in the end.
Chapter completed!