"Decisive Battle of the Asian Cup" Author: Xiao Yeyu

‘No matter what, it depends on you…” Zhang Jun patted Yang Pan’s shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm here, I can't escape." Yang Pan said confidently.

There were 10 minutes left in the game, and Zhang Jun was injured and left. Before the game, he lay on a stretcher and said that to Yang Pan who was squatting beside him.

"Look at you..." Yang Pan murmured: "Don't worry, I won't let you down again this time. Last time was the first time and the most

The next time!" Yang Pan looked at the gate guarded by the Japanese team in the distance and clenched his fists secretly.

After Zhang Jun got off the stage, he went upstairs and called his name tsunami. The audience gave him applause without hesitation, and he scored 80 points on the stage.

Zhong, one assist, one goal, one person dragged the entire Japanese team's defense line. Such performance can only be done in two characters.

Concept—perfect.

Qiu Suhui sighed and touched Zhang Jun's head: "I performed well today, so have a good rest."

"Don't worry, coach" Zhang Jun seemed to feel Qiu Suhui's depression. "And Yang Pan, Liu Peng, Li Yongle and others are all working very hard, we

You will win!" Zhang Jun turned around and stared at Qiu Suhui.

Qiu Suhui seemed to be infected by Zhang Jun's confidence in winning, and said, "Yes, the game is not over yet, we will win!" What was going on just now

So, after seeing Zhang Jun being tackled and injured by the opponent's defender, he actually felt unsustainable. Could it be that he was too dependent on him?

Not a good phenomenon. Qiu Suhui shook his head, trying to get rid of all the bad luck of this game.

The game continues. The commentator's voice still resounds in the audience in China who are guarding the TV to watch the game.

In the 35th minute of the second half, the Chinese team's No. 11 striker Zhang Jun left the court due to injury. The young player No. 19 Wu Shangshan was replaced.

The current score is 2:3, the Chinese team is behind, everyone, you are watching the final of the 13th Asian Cup, which is from China

The national team faces the Japanese team. Now the Chinese team is playing the direct free kick in the frontcourt..."

Yang Pan walked to the free throw point with the ball, carefully arranged it, and then retreated about 5 meters. Looking at the Japanese team's wall, he suddenly thought of it.

What? Yang Pan waved his hand and called Li Yongle and Li Suisheng over, and told his plans so much. Li Yongle and Li Suisheng

Nodded and stood on the left and right sides of the free throw point.

"This ball, about 30 meters away from the goal, is on the right side of the arc, and has entered Yang Pan's range at the free throw point.

Li Yongle and Li Suisheng, who was here to punish this ball? Yang Pan started, should he choose to shoot directly or…”

"GOOOOOAL~~~~~~~~~! The ball entered! Yang Pan made a powerful shot, so that the Japanese team could line up with people.

The players were briefly surprised, and then gently transferred the ball to Li Yongle, and then quickly inserted it into the Chinese team's ribs. Li Yongle

Without stopping the ball, I directly rubbed the over-top ball. The position was just right... Sorry, I should have inserted the Japanese team's ribs just now... Yang

Climb and jumped up and smashed the ball hard into the Chinese team's goal with his head. Sorry, it was the Japanese team's goal. I was so excited... Now

The score is 3:3, and both sides returned to the same starting line again. It was a really exciting game. Yang Pan! It was him who saved it.

Save the Chinese team!"

The Workers' Stadium was completely boiling, just for the incredible tactical free kick just now. Yang Pan had already rushed to the audience's table.

Waving his fists and roared to the sky, then he was "hard" hitting to the ground by Li Yongle who rushed over. More team members joined this

The game of stacking arhats...

In front of the TV, Ren Yidi drank a glass and took a breath and felt excited: "Yang Pan, it's amazing, I can think of this trick... Central

The commentator from Taiwan...is still the same time..."

Sophie shouted and danced in the stands. It's been a long time since she was so crazy! Yang Pan! Good, Zhang Jun! I love you!

Henan Central Plains, Zhang Yang and Zhang Taolin hugged each other: "Did you see it? The boss passed the good ball~~ This is the first time I saw him in Yang Pan

Heading, I didn't expect it to be the same as his powerful shot, terrifying~~”

"Hey, Zhang Yang, let go, your stomach makes me feel so uncomfortable!"

"Tsk~~, do you think I want to hug you? I can't help it." Zhang Yang let go of his hand angrily, looking at the belly that was lofty in front of him, bitter

laugh.

"...To be honest, that commentator is really bad." Zhang Taolin changed the subject at the right time.

"I'm used to it, CCTV is just like this, why don't you try it?" Zhang Yang looked at Zhang Taolin with an expression that I had known for a long time.

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Sorry, it's a game against the Japanese team..." The game has not ended yet, and the fourth official raised his sign and had to stoppage time for three minutes. The whole game is over.

There are nearly 6 minutes. All the Chinese team members have returned to the midfield. Do they want to drag the game into overtime? Yang Pan is on the right

The midfielder continued to fight with Japan's Shunsuke Nakamura. Shunsuke Nakamura could not see Yang Pan, so he returned the ball to Nakada in the middle, Li Yong

Le quickly pushed up. Nakata made a false move of incision. Li Yongle's body slightly tilted to the left, Nakata's right foot

Pull it, and you're about to break through with your left foot, but one foot stretched out horizontally and broke his ball. It was Li Yongle! His

The fake move made Nakata think that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, but Nakata had to walk forward and broke the ball.

Without stopping, Li Yongle drove the ball forward with big feet. There was no one in the frontcourt of the Chinese team. Is this ball clearing? Two Japanese teams

Guards Miyamoto Yukiyama and Ireyasuke were desperately chasing the ball, and they wanted to hurry up and organize another attack.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out like an arrow, and under the attack of two Japanese defenders, he touched the ball first, No. 7! It was Yang Pan again!

He saw him throw away the last two Japanese defenders like lightning, break into the penalty area, and shoot alone! Only the Japanese goal ahead of him

Master Keqi Masato, Master Keqi was about to abandon the goal and came to take the ball under Yang Pan. He just stepped out of the goal line and Yang Pan was already at the point.

The ball kicked up near the ball point, and the ball was like a white light, passing through the tip of Keqi's fingers and rushed into the goal, bringing the ball net up,

GOAL! Another Yang Pan-style goal, without any tricks, the speed of the wind, the force was as strong as an avalanche.

Door.

For a time, the morale of the Japanese team dropped to the lowest point. Their attack was like tickling through the boots, and they could no longer guard the gate Anke.

Any threat is caused, the remaining time becomes garbage time, and both sides are waiting for the referee's whistle to sound.

Finally, the referee's whistle sounded at the right time, and the Chinese team defeated the Japanese team 4:3. It won Asia for the first time in history.

cup!

At this time, Yang Pan could no longer control himself. He took off his jersey excitedly, waved, rushed towards the coach's seat with a loud shout, and waited

There, Zhang Jun and Qiu Suhui hugged each other tightly. Then they were pushed down by Li Yongle, Liu Peng and others who rushed from behind.

On the ground...

"Who pulls my pants~~!"

"Oh, my head~"

"Son of Turtle, see how I will deal with you~~"

Qiu Suhui couldn't stop smiling. Suddenly he saw the team members climbing up from the ground one by one, his eyes were so weird, when he sent

When he felt something was wrong, Li Yongle and Yang Pan had already put him down, "No~~~!" No one paid attention to what the coach was yelling.

So, I just threw him into the air excitedly...

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"Zhang Jun."

"What?"

"We're cleared up."

"What are the two clears?"

"Do you still remember the game I played with Kezhong University of Science and Technology in high school? You were injured and Lao Liang didn't let you play on the court, you patted my shoulder and said:

I gave it to you, but we lost. That was my first time losing the agreement. Now I will give you my supply and we will clear the two of you."

“…, I don’t remember.”

"you……"

"Football is played by 11 people, right?" Zhang Jun looked at Yang Pan, "So don't care about these things anymore. We are friends, we want to be together.

Win the championship.”

"Correction, we are not friends~"

"What did you say~~!!" Zhang Jun threw a backhanded and threw it...

"Slow~~Slow, I~ haven't finished speaking yet." Yang Pan tried hard to pull Zhang Jun's hand that was slinging around his neck. "I mean, we are brothers~"

"Brother..." Zhang Jun's face again had an idiotic smile, and his hands were loosened.

"Oh~!" There was a loud noise behind Zhang Jun~

"Yang Pan, are you okay? Ah?"

"You bastard..."
Chapter completed!