Zheng Zhi put his right hand on Sun Jihai's shoulder.

"This shot is too perverted."

"There's really nothing to do."

"But the game is not over, we will get it back."

Then Zheng Zhi withdrew his right hand and began to applaud vigorously.

"It's okay, it's okay,"

"Come on, come on!"

"We will catch the ball that was thrown back!"

"It's no big deal."

"come on!"

"come on!"

Horton and Zhu Guanghu also clapped their hands hard on the sidelines to encourage everyone. The players' performance was visible and there was nothing to blame.

Then the gongs and drums of Chinese fans also rang again.

1:2. In the 40th minute, the Chinese team had to accept such cruel facts, but it was impossible to defeat the Chinese team and the Chinese players' psychology!

But the commentator Zhang Lu became worried.

"Kissing Xiang,"

"This is the first time we've fallen behind in this event, right?"

"I wonder if I can play against the wind?"

Huang Jianxiang licked his tongue, "I don't know, I'm worried about this, but there's not much time left in the first half, so I just adjust it during the rest."

"It's not scary to fall behind. The Chinese team is still capable of scoring goals. Scoring is not a problem. What I'm more worried about is whether the Chinese team will concede the ball again."

"Brazil's attack power has just been shown now."

Zhang Lu, “Yes,”

"This defense line has not been performed much, but the Brazilian team's personal ability is too strong. No one could have imagined the goal Ronaldinho just now. I think the ball was either confused or shot directly from that angle."

Zhang Lu also has a very high opinion of Ronaldinho, but he is not as favored as Jike.

The game resumed, and the Brazilian fans in the stands sang and danced, singing the Brazilian national anthem. The 2:1 score made them climax. But the Chinese fans quickly suppressed their voices with the sound of gongs and drums!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Chinese team, come on!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Come on, the Chinese team!

The familiar cheer sounded on the court, the Chinese team was patiently turning their feet, Zheng Zhi shuttled through the midfield, and the Brazilian team had already retreated. As long as they persisted for about 5 minutes, the first half was over. Only Ronaldinho and Fabiano were wandering in front and walking easily.

The Brazilian team's defense line was too deep. Although Sui Xiliang and Zhao Junzhe were pressed to the near-the-stop area, the dense defensive players still forced them to pass the ball back.

Fan Zhiyi actually crossed the center line to get the ball, but he didn't dare to draw the ball, so he immediately handed the ball to Zheng Zhi. When Zheng Zhi got the ball, Roshenbak and Edu immediately doubled up at the same time, and Fabiano in front suddenly retreated and defended.

Suddenly a 1vs3 situation formed!

"It's dangerous!"

Huang Jianxiang exclaimed.

If the ball is broken, it will be hit and counterattack!

He was pinned to death in all three directions. Zheng Zhi was really hard to get the ball, but he was definitely not a guy who made the ball in a hurry. Instead, he stabbed Fabiano in the direction!

What?

Fabiano didn't understand what this move meant?

Just when he was confused, Zheng Zhi walked around behind him and let Fabiano stand in front of Edu and Roshenbak!

One move to defeat the enemy! One breaks three, it’s extremely wonderful!

Then Zheng Zhi immediately turned around and continued to use Fabiano's physical protection to raise his feet!

Yes,

It’s not that he shot too far, but he was passing the ball forty meters away!

Just turning around and glanced at him, he saw Zhao Junzhe's running position, and immediately sent a long pass over the top with his right foot!

"Zhao Junzhe!"

"Oh, I opened my eyes!"

The ball crossed the court and landed on the right side of the Brazilian team's penalty area like a missile. Zhao Junzhe inserted it just right and completely threw away Bilica. The ball fell to his right front. He firmly swung his right foot and shot directly!

Bang
Chapter completed!