"Uh, the ball went in..." CCTV commentator Xu Ming looked surprised. This goal was too sudden.

"This goal is a bit incredible. The shot of Abu Dhabi, the No. 9 player of Iran, is too weird." Sun Hai frowned and shook his head depressedly.

"Yes, Abu Dhabi's shot was not reasonable at all, but this shot penetrated our goal, which was indeed a big blow to us who were away from home." Xu Ming sighed.

At the scene, the Iranian team's goal made the fans who were worried about not seeing "Lin Crazy". After all, they are their own country's team. Even though they are a little blamed, they will not be stingy with applause and cheer after seeing the goal.

The Azadi Stadium was full of joy, and Iranian fans were enjoying the joy of scoring goals.

On the contrary, the Chinese team's bench was dead silent. The coach Lippi frowned and held his cheek with one hand. He didn't know what he was thinking. The other assistant coaches were full of frustration. The loss of the ball so early was still a big blow to the team. The coaching staff's expectation for this game was to win the draw, but the loss of the ball just as soon as the game started was unexpected.

On the host's stage, the vice chairman of the Chinese Football Association, Gao Jian, looked cold. He deliberately came to the scene to supervise the battle in the hope that the national football team could achieve good results, but unexpectedly, the team conceded the ball just as the game began.

"Chairman, the competition has just begun, and we still have time." Liu Xuejiao, the secretary who passes with Gao Jian, said cutely. Her identity is Gao Jian's personal secretary, and in fact, his little lover. This time Gao Jian came to Iran to supervise the battle, which is considered to be a "public tour" with his little lover.

"Well, the situation of conceding the ball now is indeed better than conceding the ball again in the second half." After glanced at Liu Xuejiao beside him, Gao Jian's depressed mood improved a lot.

"That's it. There are still eighty minutes left. I don't believe that we can't get back. Maybe we can overtake it!" Liu Xuejiao said with a smile.

"You have a good mentality. It would be great if the players of the national football team had your mentality." Gao Jian smiled and felt a little relieved. After all, the game was still long, and he also felt that there were many unexpected elements of this ball. The game still had so long, so the national football team was not without a chance.

However, domestic fans who are watching the live broadcast are in a bad mood because of Iran's goal.

"It's 0:1, I didn't expect to concede the ball so soon!"

"Everything said, it would be impossible without Lin Feng! The goal was conceded just now."

"No, no brag, no, no, Lin Feng was good at this kind of ball in the past, but now, the opponent actually scored such a goal."

"Hey, if you really lose this game, let's see how the Football Association responds!"

"Pu is very happy. This is the national football team without Lin Feng. Let the Football Association take a good look!"

"Forcing Lin Feng to withdraw from the competition is really good. Look, this is the result you want!"

"The goal was lost at the beginning of the game. According to the strength of the national football team playing against the wind, it is difficult to turn the tables in this game!"

"If you want to lose the ball away, it seems that this game is really in lingering."

“…”

Fans are talking constantly, and the news of Iran being the first to score on the Internet has been flooded with news. After all, this game has attracted too much attention in China.

Just after the Iranian team scored a goal, "I'm not Lin Chuangmao" also updated his Weibo. He didn't say anything, but simply wrote down the current score between the Iranian team and the national football team, 1:0.

However, in the eyes of fans, this is completely Lin Feng's "schadenfresh" and satirizing the Football Association.

"Haha, I knew you would update your Weibo and was ready to grab the sofa. Like me, hurry up!"

"Iran's magic assist is one step further after Lin Feng successfully slapped the Football Association in the face."

"Hey, without you, the Chinese national football team really can't play football anymore. It seems that this game is about to be over."

"No, I miss you on the court. If you were there, we might be the one who scored the goal."

"Those people from the Football Association are really hateful. They had a good prospect of qualifying, but because of their own selfish interests, they have become like this. If they really lose this game, qualifying will depend on others' expressions."

“…”

Azadi Stadium.

The game continued. After conceding the ball, the Chinese national team strengthened their offense, but they returned in vain for several attacks. As the game deepened, the strength of both sides also showed. The Chinese national team was completely in a passive defense state, while Iran launched wave after wave of offensive climax. Fortunately, the Chinese national team's defense was not bad and did not concede any more goals until the end of the first half.

The game also entered the intermission with a score of 1:0.

CCTV commentary seat.

"The first half is over, the score is 1:0. We are temporarily behind. Coach Sun, please comment on our half-time performance." Xu Ming had a stylized smile on his face.

Sun Hai nodded and combined with the data report in his hand, saying: "Looking at the whole first half, we were still relatively passive, and the score was actually a good manifestation. However, our defense was done well, effectively curbing several very threatening attacks of the Iranian team. In fact, if it weren't for the strange shot of the Iranian No. 9 player, the score would have been 0:0 at this time, and we would not have been as passive as we are now. As for the team's performance, I think it's still good. They performed at a normal level and did not lose their level because of someone's absence. Therefore, the national football team has also used the half-game to just clear their reputation. The national football team will not lose several levels just because of one person missing. Some fans like to exaggerate!"

Sun Hai said with a firm look on his face. After all, he is a person within the system, and his words are quite targeted.

Xu Ming nodded in agreement: "Yes, although we were passive in the scene, we lost a goal accidentally, and the team's ability to play against the wind has also been well verified."

Although the Chinese national football team entered the midnight break with a backward score, judging from the attitudes of Xu Ming and Sun Hai, it seemed like the Chinese national football team was leading. Their comments were naturally of some purpose. However, domestic fans who were watching the live broadcast stopped after listening to it.

"Hold on the grass! CCTV can't watch this live broadcast, and it's still behind, so I'll just brag like this. If I lead, I won't go to heaven."

"Sun Hai is a real lies without blinking. Because Lin Feng's absence, the Chinese national football team has obviously lost several levels, but he actually said there is no!"

"Hmph, the commentator and guests invited by CCTV this time are very in line with their appetite. These two guys are really embarrassed to say it. Isn't it a few levels without Lin Feng's national football team? Are you blinded by fans?"

"In a word, without Lin Feng, the national football team will not be able to do it!"

"No, without Lin Feng, the Chinese national football team is just a hot chicken!!"
Chapter completed!