After Gao Zheng equalized the score, the morale of the Chinese team was greatly boosted, and after the game began, it was like the Korean team's goal launched a fierce offensive.

But the South Korean team doesn't want everyone to think that they can only be beaten by the Chinese team on the ground, and they don't even have the strength to fight back.

On the contrary, in the face of the fierce offensive of the Chinese team, the South Korean team performed very tenaciously and toughly. On the one hand, they faced the fierce offensive of the Chinese team, and on the other hand, their counterattack was also sharp and rapid.

Because there is a very fast Son Heung-min in their formation, he has strong combat capabilities in individual soldiers.

Many times, the Korean team only needs to kick the football forward and find Son Heung-min. The rest is to let Son Heung-min do it himself.

He can disrupt the Chinese team's defense line by himself.

Of course, on the other side, Gao Zheng alone made the Korean team's defense line look like a big enemy. They had negligently let Gao Zheng score the goal, and now no matter when, there are people around him to avoid him from getting the ball easily.

The game time passed by minute by minute, and it was almost close to the end of the ninety-minute game.

Both commentators began to talk about playing extra time.

Perrin now has a substitution quota, and he has been slow to substitution, perhaps just preparing for overtime.

In the 88th minute, the Chinese team pushed the attack, but Wu Xi made a mistake when passing forward.

Football was cut off by the Korean team!

"Danger!"

Amid He Ping's exclamation, the Korean team once again made a long pass to Son Heung-min in front.

After receiving the ball, Son Heung-min directly faced the last defender of the Chinese team, Jiang Zhipeng. As long as he could pass Jiang Zhipeng, he would face the Chinese team goalkeeper Wang Xiaolei.

When Jiang Zhipeng saw Son Heung-min dribbling the ball towards him, he reasonably told him that he should have a foul here, but when he thought that the foul might be sent off and missed the next game, Jiang Zhipeng hesitated for a moment.

This hesitation just gave Son Heung-min the opportunity to take advantage of it. He changed direction and flew past Jiang Zhipeng.

Jiang Zhipeng stretched out his hand and lifted it up again, unable to hold Son Heung-min's jersey.

Son Heung-min passed by him like the wind...

"It's a foul!!" Xu Yang in the commentator's seat shouted when he saw this scene. He could not wait to jump down and foul on behalf of Jiang Zhipeng.

At this time, you should definitely make a foul at the first time and end the Korean team's counterattack here, without considering your own gains and losses.

But it's too late to say this now.

"Zheng Zhi is still chasing!" He Ping shouted.

When Jiang Zhipeng let Son Heung-min go, Zheng Zhi chased after him from behind and followed Son Heung-min to rush over Jiang Zhipeng.

The next moment, when Son Heung-min wades the football into the Chinese team's penalty area and he is about to reach the top of the free throw arc, Zheng Zhi behind him finally seizes the opportunity of Son Heung-min's slowdown when he dribbling, bringing the two closer together.

Then the captain of the Chinese national team reached out and slapped Son Heung-min's shoulder, and kicked Son Heung-min's right leg without hesitation.

Son Heung-min, who was sprinting at high speed, suddenly lost his balance. Although he wanted to try hard to maintain it, he waved his hands desperately, but he still could not fight against inertia and gravity. He fell to the ground and completely lost control of the football.

The football was held by Wang Xiaolei, who was attacking.

Wang Xiaolei picked up the football and kicked the football in the frontcourt with a big foot, as if he wanted the Chinese team to fight back directly, but his move was interrupted by the referee's harsh whistle.

"Oh!" He Ping sighed in the commentary seat. He already knew what would happen next.

Zheng Zhi kicked Son Heung-min from behind, and this was indeed a foul.

After Son Heung-min fell to the ground, he jumped up again like a spring on his body, and roared at Zheng Zhi very angrily.

He knew that Zheng Zhi's foul this time would definitely make Zheng Zhi get a red card and be sent off. But he didn't want this result. He would rather Zheng Zhi didn't play at all because he wanted a single shot and a goal.

Now his goal was cruelly broken by Zheng Zhi's foul.

Even if the referee gave Zheng Zhi ten red cards and the AFC suspended Zheng Zhi by 100 games, it would not be able to offset the unwillingness and anger that was interrupted by Zheng Zhi to Son Heung-min.

Faced with Son Heung-min's anger, Zheng Zhi got up from the ground expressionlessly, then turned around and walked towards the frontcourt. He did not look up at the referee right beside him, nor did he look at the red card he was holding in his hand.

What ending will happen to him is very clear when he decides to commit a foul.

What he has to do now is not to waste time.

He trotted and ran to the frontcourt, then took off the captain's armband on his arm and said to Gao Zheng: "Come on, stretch out your hand."

Then he tied the captain's armband to Gao Zheng's arm.

After doing this, he didn't say anything, turned around and trotted to the sidelines.

Gao Zheng looked at his back and was speechless, then he looked down at the captain's armband.

Unexpectedly, he was the captain of the national team for the first time, and it was on such an occasion...

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"Zheng Zhi was sent off with a red card... There is no doubt about this. His foul must have received a red card for him. Zheng Zhi used the red card as a price to exchange for the Chinese team's goal for the time being. But in this way, even if the Chinese team can advance to the Asian Cup semi-finals, Zheng Zhi will be absent..." He Ping sighed. "This is the last contribution the captain of the Chinese team can make for his team!"

In the Korean commentator's seat not far away, the Korean TV station commentator shouted: "It's just a little bit! Son Heung-min can break in. When Zheng Zhi fouls, it will be a penalty kick! Now, although the South Korean team has obtained a free kick opportunity that is very close to the goal and has a very positive angle, it is still not worth the loss! Zheng Zhi's bad foul should be suspended for additional games!"

"Don't worry about whether to stop or not. I hope the South Korean team can seize this free kick opportunity and kick the football into the Chinese team's goal! We all know why Zheng Zhi wants to make a foul, so he will use the goal to make his foul meaningless!" The Korean commentator said with gritted teeth beside him.

"This is not the first time he has made such a bad foul. On the eve of the 2006 World Cup, when the French team warmed up for the Chinese team, Zheng Zhi tackled the French striker Cice in the game, causing the opponent to miss the World Cup, and his subsequent career was changed. I am not surprised that this villain did such a thing, but it is not enough to just rely on a red card to punish him! Only by letting him know that the Korean team, who was desperately fouled and stopped him, could he score the goal? Only by hitting him as a villain from the root!"

Seeing that Son Heung-min was about to score, he was directly knocked to the ground by Zheng Zhi. No supporter of the South Korean team could accept such a thing.

In the stands, Korean fans booed Zheng Zhi who was leaving the court, and fans also gestured to Zheng Zhi's middle finger.

But their boos were quickly suppressed by the singing of Chinese fans.

Perhaps in the eyes of Koreans, Zheng Zhi is an unforgivable bad guy, but in the eyes of Chinese fans, this is their hero!

He sacrificed himself to retain the opportunity to counterattack for the Chinese team, so that the Chinese team can still stand on the court alive.

He didn't even think about whether he could participate in the next game, he just wanted the Chinese team to participate in the next game.

The singing sounded like a tide and the applause was thunderous, resounding over the Brisbane Stadium.

Every Chinese fan in the stands was singing at the top of his voice, making the Koreans unable to make any sound.

Amid the singing and applause, Zheng Zhi took a photo. Perlan was waiting for him at the entrance of the player's passage. Seeing him coming, he reached out to high-high with him.

But neither of them spoke. After the high-fives, Zheng Zhi lowered his head and ran into the player passage. However, he did not walk back to the locker room directly, but was in the passage and looked out of the field.

He is waiting for the final result.

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Son Heung-min was still roaring at the referee, as if sending Zheng Zhihong card was not enough to satisfy him.

On the other hand, the Chinese defender Jiang Zhipeng blamed himself: "If I could have committed a decisive foul just now...even if I was sent off with a red card, it would be better than letting the captain go..."

Wu Xi patted his head: "Don't think so much, focus on the game, don't lose the ball first, otherwise the captain's red card will be in vain?"

Wang Xiaolei stood in front of the door and said hello to his teammates: "Range the wall!! This ball must be held!"

Gao Zheng, who is 1.9 meters tall and the tallest in the team, also returned to the penalty area from the frontcourt and stood in the wall.

Just as Wu Xi said, don’t think too much, and you must not let the Korean team score with this free kick!

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After the Chinese team lined up the wall, the South Korean team was also ready to take the free kick.

Son Heung-min was still a little angry and did not come to take the free kick, but lies in the penalty area and prepares to make a comeback.

He was taking deep breaths, looking like he was adjusting his emotions.

As a striker, you must not let yourself fall into anger, as you will lose the ability to make calm judgments in front of the goal.

Referee Williams whistled and Ji Chengyong kicked the free kick towards the goal.

Gao Zheng and his teammates around him jumped up and blocked the ball with their bodies.

With a bang, the football hit someone's body and made a dull sound.

Someone else was shouting: "Get the second place!!"

The Chinese team's penalty area front is in chaos.

In the chaos, I don’t know who kicked the football into the frontcourt with one kick, and the alarm was lifted.
Chapter completed!