Dazhi was very tired, so tired that his old eyes were dizzy and his hands were numb, so he made a mistake. He stopped the ball when he was in the frontcourt and stopped directly to the horse to retreat. Then Mbappe's raid was very deadly.

Alas——, Dazhi is old.

Fortunately, Xiao Jiang decisively threw down the scar and attacked Mbappe with Voneltini. He failed to defend himself, but he did not let him succeed. He barely shot but failed to attack his strength and was confiscated by Yan Junlin.

It was the 87th minute, and this was an opportunity to completely kill the Chinese team. The French sighed like Wu Lei's sigh just now.

Time is like a rope of death, tightening the throat of the Chinese team. The French team's counterattack is like a sharp butcher knife constantly dancing around the Chinese team's neck.

Two minutes later, Zhuo Yang forced a long shot and was taken off by Loris. The counterattack of the throwing ball seemed to be precisely guided, and he once again came to Mbappe. His hungry axe was about to crack.

Walking away from Feng Xiaoting is like a sports car running through the streets where no one is in the early morning, only the sound of explosions was heard, and he didn't even leave a chance for a foul.

Xiao Jiang could only throw down the more dangerous scar again and exchange his life for his life. Mbappe was not greedy for me and pushed the left side to give him Uncle Scar.

Scar is a thousand-year-old vixen and a swordsman in the desert. He has ten thousand ways to penetrate Yan Junlin face to face.

There is only one kind of ambition, his magic.

Dazhi, who was only 38 years old, rushed back. The duel between the two old guys, he slipped the shovel and blocked the gun hole when the scar pushed the far corner. I don’t know how he ran over from thousands of miles away, but he did it.

Old awesome.

Dazhi is such a person, swaying between "he is old" and "he is awesome".

He didn't have time to hold a personal commendation meeting for Dazhi, but Duan Xuan at the live broadcast seat said his most fussy sentence: There is not much time left for the Chinese team.

Thirty thousand Chinese fans were calling Zhuo Yang's name in unison, and booed the sky when Deschamps replaced Derbych with Sidibe to engage in delaying tactics.

Zhuo Yang was really too difficult. He could even be shameless. He had a fake fall in the penalty area that was completely unsatisfactory.

Toliso closed his legs in time, and Zhuo Yang ignored it. The air swept the hall and his legs were brittle and slapped on the ground.

It was so fake that even Kanter was embarrassed. The referee Roaldan would not be self-deprecating to please him. Not giving Zhuo Yang a yellow card was already a decent care for the superstar.

Fourth official Ramos gave 4 minutes of stoppage time, which finally aroused the dissatisfaction of Deschamps, who was forced to calm down in the game. He believed that there were not too many dead balls in the second half, and the 4 minutes were obviously too much.

Sforza was also nervous under tremendous pressure, and Deschamps's puns made him unable to help but talk. Zha Ge is actually a low-key and always wants to follow the Confucian coaching route. He likes to pretend to be gentle in front of people, but the suffocation in the semi-finals of the World Cup is enough to make the thousand-year-old fox demon reveal his tail.

"We were injured for two of the whole game. Is it too much for 4 minutes?"

"You should be sent off two more." Deschamps sarcastically said that he was referring to two vicious fouls by Zheng Zhi and Xiao Feng.

"Then you go and play the referee." Brother Za was so angry that he came: "You should die in the group stage."

"You deserve to die!"

The two of them squirted against each other on the edge of their coaching area, and they looked very gentle and dispelled. Fortunately, neither of them was as bad as when the Chinese team and Bosnia and Herzegovina four years ago, Neskens and Susic were just fighting each other, and there was no extra move.

The coaching teams on both sides, Lombardo and Vaughans, Stefan and Javio, came up to persuade them and whispered a few words from time to time. Anyway, the fake plastic relationship before the game has been thrown into Java now.

After both sides intervened by the referee on the sidelines, they were full of anger but had to pretend not to care about ending the fight. It was already 92 minutes.

The Chinese team kept hitting the ball into the French penalty area and was pushed out again. At this moment, the old and young men had no idea of ​​taking care of their heads and not caring about their butts.

I didn't care about anything. I didn't even talk about quarrels on the sidelines just now, even if Sforza and Deschamps slashed with kitchen knives, Zhuo Yang and his teammates wouldn't look here.

The same is true in France, and even Scar returned to the edge of the penalty area and came to pester his brother Zhuo Yang in person.

Zhuo Yang could do such shameless fake falls just now. Scar knew that only by sticking to him and kidnapping him with brotherly friendship can Zhuo Yang be prevented from deepening the shameless progress.

On this point, the brothers can really control Zhuo Yang's pulse. He can't do anything to cheat his friends, even in such a crisis.

Is it because Scar's integrity infected Zhuo Yang's loyalty, or whether Scar's thief defeated Zhuo Yang's thief? In short, Zhuo Yang can only rely on his true ability to play fairly.

A low shot suddenly occurred in the corner of the penalty area, and the football passed through the narrow crowd, which was blocked by Loris' side save.

The ball collapsed and went to the left side of the penalty area. C Zhe stopped the ball and adjusted it immediately crossed the back point. It was hard to tell who it was passing, because it was crowded.

Pogba took advantage of his long-legged football, and he lifted his legs from the penalty area to escape, but Boba possessed him as a fake academic master, and just wrote an explanation. The football was light and did not fly far away, and fell at Zhuo Yang's feet again.

No one dared to be careless in the penalty area. Scar, Kante, Toliso, the three people were like three leeches, tightly attached to Zhuo Yang, and like three big nets, covering him in the darkness.

Zhuo Yang put his back on his back and waved his left and right, and his false and real actions made him shook himself round. But it was not so easy for the three of them to get rid of them, especially Scar holding his butt with his hands very vulgar.

A narrow defensive gap flashed suddenly at the corner of his eyes, which was fleeting. The end of the gap was at the goal, and this end was between Toliso's legs.

He didn't even have to turn his body, and he twisted it and knocked his heels hard. Toliso's crotch cold, and Scar was shocked.

The route is indeed narrow, but Zhuo Yang's handling is very accurate. The football penetrated the crotch and rushed straight to the goal along the gap.

But after kicking out, Zhuo Yang knew it was gone because he saw Loris who suddenly moved to appear on the other end of the shortcut.

This shot requires the word "smart" and has no strength. Whenever the goalkeeper is prepared, football will be thrown into the trap.

Zhuo Yang sighed inwardly: I shouldn't have...

The football rushed towards Loris, who was already half-squatting, as if he could see the joy of harvest in the eyes of the French goalkeeper.

Suddenly, a red shoe suddenly appeared on the ground, as if it had grown directly from the grass.

Like the gentian silver spear in Zhao Zilong's palm, piercing the night and the sky.

The red sneakers intercepted and shoveled away the football. Zhuo Yang watched it pass through the gap. The red sneakers were connected with red stockings, red shorts, and the clear '7' on the side.

Lei Zi!

Wu Lei's tackle changed the ball 90°, avoiding Loris's foolproof left and plunged into the right side of the goal.

Lei Zi, who had missed two excellent goals before, finally completed the redemption at the most dangerous moment. Zhuo Yang and Sforza did not believe in the wrong person after all.

Wu Lei lay on the back of captain Zhuo Yang, roared and shouted directly to slash his throat.

At the last moment, Lei Zi fully utilized his advantage in ball quotient and judgment, accurately captured the trajectory of the football among the troops, calculated the cause and effect of the shot in an instant, and then made the most reasonable choice before the whole world.

In 903 minutes, the score was 2:2. This is by no means a tie, but a strategic goal from the Chinese team back to the shore and overlooking the Frenchman.

The Chinese team, which has the advantage of winning the penalty shootout, will tighten the lasso on the Frenchman's neck little by little in overtime.

In this heroic Chinese team, not only has the god Zhuo Yang, the eight kings of King Kong and returnees from all over the world, but everyone here can fight and no one will give up.
Chapter completed!