"I want to play with us,"

"Let's let them see what yin is."

Fan Zhiyi stood beside Li Yin and Zheng Zhi and gritted his teeth.

In fact, South Americans are a bit dirty in playing football, but Fan Zhiyi and the others are not afraid. They have all experienced the most intense competitions in Europe. Who is afraid of whom?

"Um,"

"I feel like they want to use fouls to force us to hold the kick."

"I also wanted to take advantage of us with small moves, and that was the case with the last game against Spain."

"It's better for us to take the initiative to let them know what cruelty is."

"But we have to push the foul position forward a little and try to stay away from the penalty area. You can be more ruthless on both sides..."

Zheng Zhi also agrees with Fan Zhiyi's view.

And Li Yin has no objection. The bosses have said that, just kick whatever they should!

Afterwards, the game really became fragmented, and neither side allowed the opponent to play smooth offensive cooperation. It seemed that they were tacit, and I would play as well as if you played, and if you played me, I would mess with you.

In the 17th minute, Sun Jihai took the lead in implementing the spirit of Fan Zhiyi and Zheng Zhi. When Navia dribbled the ball and attacked on the side, he played a series of dazzling bicycles and tried to jump from Sun Jihai's right side. As a result, Sun Jihai suddenly flew a side kick while retreating, and directly drove the ball to overturn Navia.

The referee came over and warned Sun Jihai seriously, but still did not take out the cards.

Sun Jihai felt happy, okay, he deserves to be from England...

Get up and pat your butt and leave.

Pizarro drove the ball into the Chinese team's penalty area, trying to find Zamorano. Under Li Weifeng's cover, Fan Zhiyi soared into the air and dived in a crazy air.

"drink!"

Not only did he push the ball out, Zamorano's body also quickly fell to the other side, and involuntarily hit his teammate Contreras's body before stabilizing his body.

When I landed, I felt like the whole stadium was shaking!

"cough,"

"Ahem,"

Zamorano's left hand was on Contreras's shoulder, looking disbelief. Fan Zhiyi's impact was so terrifying? Even in Serie A, he had never suffered such a terrifying impact!

Before the game, he heard the coach talk about the physical fitness of the Chinese defender, but he sneered, and now he really understands it.

Ka, Ka, when he moved his steps, he even felt his bones making a sound, and his body seemed to be falling apart!

And at this moment, Fan Zhiyi glanced at him with a trace of contempt.

The muscles on his face became twisted in an instant, and the two black braids on his head seemed to feel their anger.

When did Zamorano suffer such contempt?

Zheng Zhi had already got the ball in front and played twice in a row with Tao Weng and Shao Jiayi and rushed through the half. However, Qu Bo and Li Yi's running position failed to get rid of their opponents, so Zheng Zhi simply took another step forward.

Get up!

He pulled his feet out from the thirty-five meters away and shot angrily! The elevator ball was like an restless dragon, rushing towards the lower right side of the Chile goal!

"Ah, the elevator!"

Huang Jianxiang exclaimed, but the ball had already hit the goal like lightning. The Chilean goalkeeper did not dare to be careless at all and hit the ball with both fists. Li Yi rushed straight and rushed to the front of the ball. In terms of sprinting speed, the opponent's defender was naturally not the opponent.

But Li Yi was too anxious and directly kicked the ball.

Da ~

The 500 Chinese fans in the stands all raised their arms and cheered, but Li Yi's shot actually drew on the sideline!

"Grass."

"Li Yi,"

"Isn't this ball just enough to just push it?"

"Just pumped directly?"

The fans were speechless. Li Yi was good at everything, but the corner head of the shot was too outrageous!

The Chilean team escaped, and the goalkeeper kicked the ball out with a big foot. However, the strength was insufficient and it fell into the backcourt of the Chinese team. Pizarro rushed up quickly and jumped up under Zheng Zhi's nose, even his elbows raised, and his whole body also crashed into Zheng Zhi due to inertia.

Zheng Zhi had a flash of inspiration and simply stopped jumping. Instead, he hugged and drilled under Pizarro's body, and gently carried it up.

Pizarro hit the ball, but because of Zheng Zhi's resistance, he instantly lost his balance in the air.

Before this was over, Zheng Zhi moved a little left and turned over Zheng Zhi! His body turned 180 degrees and his back hit the ground first.

Bang--

The fall was really bad.

Zheng Zhi also staggered with his feet and lay directly on the grass...

"ah!"

“This ~”

"This Pizarro is too hard, right?"

"If the head hits the ground first, there may be a problem with the neck."

"Zheng Zhi is not feeling well."

"I was crushed directly by him."

Beep,

The whistle of the English referee sounded again, and Zheng Zhi was immediately sentenced to a foul.

"I'll go."

"How could this be a foul?"

"It was clearly that guy who pressed on Zheng Zhi, and Zheng Zhi wanted to jump up."

"This penalty is not a good deal."

"Look, Zheng Zhi seemed to twist his waist and didn't get up at all."

"But it seems that the other party is the same? The other party did not get up. Both parties were injured?"

"But Zheng Zhi can't be hurt! He is the core of China."

The head coaches of both sides were very worried and immediately sent medical staff to the stadium. Zheng Zhi and Pizarro were carried down by stretchers.

Horton walked to Zheng Zhi with a anxious look on his face and squatted down.

"Zheng,"

"No problem?"

"No problem?"

Zheng Zhi did not answer, but just closed his eyes tightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed to the corner of his mouth, but he could only hear his muffled groan.

On the other side, Pizarro's reaction was almost the same as Zheng Zhi. If there was any difference, Zheng Zhi struggled to get up, while Pizarro was still lying on the stretcher and didn't even dare to turn over!

After more than ten seconds, Zheng Zhi stood up, limped for a few steps, and then became normal.

On the other side, the head coach Pizarro's face had long been as dark as fire, and he walked to the side of the court and faced the bench with anger.

"warm up!"

"Hurry up!"

Pizarro died, and this midfielder he was most optimistic about was destroyed by Zheng Zhi.

He turned around and glared at Zheng Zhi who was already standing on the side of the court. If Zheng Zhi hadn't done that just now, would Pizarro die?

Intentionally,

This guy did it on purpose!

What exactly are we playing? We agreed to use rough fouls and aggressive actions to break the enemy's army. Now we are the ones who break the army! The other party is even more ruthless!

Depend on!

The anger in my heart was even stronger.

What to do now? Losing Pizarro means something will happen in the knockout stage.

A messy mood.

Zheng Zhi returned to the court, and Chile also replaced a new midfielder to replace the injured Pizarro.

"fine?"

Li Yin came over and asked Zheng Zhi.

"fine."

Zheng Zhifeng replied lightly.
To be continued...