Stand by the last line of defense

Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Scored a goal and took the lead.Let the Chinese fans very happy.

In their view, the Chinese Olympic team will win again in this game.

It's out!

But the next game made them realize that the Olympic team in front of them had become very strange.

The performance before the goal is an illusion.

Confusion, disjointed front and back... a whole bunch of bad stuff.

The bad problem of the Chinese Olympic team's inexperience reappeared.

Scoring a goal made them suddenly become a little bit incapable of playing football.

Some people are excited and want to take advantage of the victory to chase and score another goal.

Some people are more conservative and want to hold on.

If an experienced coach will decisively remind the players at this time, let them play, attack, or defend and counterattack according to their own tactics.

Let the players not be in a mess.

But the head coach Bobo also hesitated in the face of this situation.

As long as this wins, the Chinese Olympic team will be able to qualify ahead of schedule.

Under this kind of thinking, he really hesitated.

Originally, there were many players in the Chinese Olympic team who had no formal competition experience.

Now the coach is hesitating again.

The Chinese Olympic team, which scored a goal, became confused.

This is really speechless.

Syria saw a goal scored by their opponent and they fell behind.

At this time, they went all out.

For them, if they lose this game, they can bid farewell to this tournament in advance.

Only by defeating the Chinese Olympic team can they have a glimmer of hope.

It is for this reason that Syria's head coach Hakim stood on the sidelines and shouted loudly, asking the players to step up their running and try to score a goal at halftime to equalize the score.

The game continued, the Chinese Olympic team's offense was not smooth, Liao Lisheng was watched, and his organization in the frontcourt was missing.

The Olympic team's offense was completely disorganized.

Wu Xinghan received the ball, and he wanted to break through to tear apart the opponent's defense.

But No. 6 Jegnat rushed over and squeezed with his body, it became very difficult for Wu Xinghan to control the ball.

He was just about to control the ball behind his feet when a black shadow struck him.

Immediately afterwards, he felt that the ball under his feet was intercepted.

No. 3 Ajian snatched the ball, he raised his head and glanced at his teammates.

Passed the ball.

No. 10 Mavas received the ball, and moved his palms forward again and again, signaling his teammates to press on.

The other players see it and immediately move the line forward.

The Olympic players hurried up to press down, but Feng Gang's approach on the 14th was unsuccessful.On the contrary, he attacked rashly and completely lost the Chinese Olympic team's center.

The opponent in the backcourt formed a 5-on-4 situation.

Mavas dribbled the ball forward, and Wang Dan had no choice but to rush out.The other players hurried back to defend.

Mahvas assigned to No. 20 Karfa on the wing.

After No. 20 Calfa dribbled the ball forward for five or six meters, he crossed the penalty area obliquely from the side.

Seeing the opponent's pass, Zheng Long made a judgment and chose to stay in the penalty area.

Sprinting desperately, Herribin rushed into the penalty area and successfully received the ball. His eyes were fixed on the goal behind the opponent.

I must score this goal!

Hribin stabilized his figure, swung his right leg, and kicked the football hard with his instep with all his strength.

Bang!

Grass clippings and mud clods were picked up by shoe spikes and splashed in all directions.

The football sprints toward the goal against the turf.

"Hribin shot!" shouted the commentator Zhang Lu.

When the opponent shot, Wang Ke, who was chasing back, stretched out his feet desperately to block.

Zheng Long's sight was blocked for a while, and he couldn't see where the ball would fly.

Just when the ball passed through the crowd, he saw the ball was flying towards the left side of the goal.

In an instant, Zheng Long made a judgment.

The first time he turned, he moved to the left, and then stared hard with both feet.

Zheng Long threw himself out.

Like a flying squirrel, flying in the air, with its arms stretched out desperately.

Seeing that the ball was about to fly into the goal, Zheng Long's palm appeared in time, blocking the ball's path.

The ball hit Zheng Long's palm and bounced off.

The commentator Zhang Lu shouted excitedly.

"Herbin shoots and the ball goes straight to the bottom left corner of the goal!"

"Block it! Zheng Long blocked the opponent's shot with his feet!"

"Zheng Long once again defuses the opponent's dangerous attack. He is telling the opponent with practical actions that it is not so easy to conquer his door!"

……

Seeing Zheng Long save the ball, the Chinese fans in the stands gave out huge cheers.

While the fans were still cheering, Zheng Long immediately got up from the ground.

The rebound of the ball saved by Zheng Long landed in the penalty area. No. 6 Jegnat received the ball and passed it to the penalty area immediately.

Baher immediately went forward to grab the first spot.

After reacting, Wang Dan hurried forward to block it.

Seeing that the opponents were all coming up, Bacher knew that there was no time to adjust himself, so he directly kicked the goal.

Zheng Long rushed out to block the opponent's shot.

The commentator Zhang Lu shouted anxiously.

"The danger is not over yet. After No. 6 Jegnat grabbed the ball, he lobbed it into the penalty area!"

"Baher succeeded in the counter-offside! He hit the goal"

"It's flying towards the goal!"

"Fortunately, the ball hit the post!"

When the commentator Zhang Lu just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, his voice suddenly rose.

"The ball fell to the Syrian player again."

"Heribin shoots!"

Zheng Long really wanted to scold the street.

But at this time, he didn't even have time to swear.

In order to catch Heribin's shot just now, he quickly moved to the right and flew out.

Now, like a cheetah, he quickly got up from the ground.Again, fly and jump out.Throw the ball directly under you.

Seeing that the opponent took his shot down again.

Herribin wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Damn it.What the hell does this guy do.

How to react so fast.

Why can't I break through the gate guarded by him?

Is it because your own skills are not good, or is the opponent's strength too strong?

What the hell!

The Syrian players scolded Zheng Long in their hearts.

Syrian coach Hakim saw Zheng Long save Hribin's shot again.

His hands seemed to be embracing a ball, Yang Tian sighed.

Allah!

It shouldn't be like this!

He still can't believe it.

Why is there such a terrifying enemy standing in front of the opponent's door?

How exactly?

To send the ball into the gate he guards?

The Syrian fans gave out a shocking lament.They all slumped on chairs, holding their heads and lamenting.

Damn it, don't go in like this.

That damned goalkeeper, did he take medicine?

The commentator Zhang Lu was taken aback by Zheng Long's three consecutive attacks.

He was trembling with excitement.

"In this case, Zheng Long was able to react in time and save the ball!"

"so amazing!"

"fantastic!"

"Three in a row! This is a world-class save. Even if Cassie comes, there is no guarantee that he can be saved. But Zheng Long did it!"

On the other side, Bobo saw Zheng Long blocking the opponent's shot.

The smile on his face grew brighter.

Sure enough, it was the most correct way to put pressure on the Football Association to keep Zheng Long in the Olympic team

The fans of the Chinese Olympic team all jumped up and cheered with their arms high.

"Brother Long is really amazing. It's incredible!"

"Genius! A truly talented goalkeeper! With him protecting our players, the championship is not a dream!"

For Zheng Long's performance, even the most picky fans of the Chinese Olympic team were conquered by Zheng Long's outstanding performance.

They all chanted Zheng Long's nickname.

"Brother Long!"

"Interceptor!"

"God!"

The fans hurriedly shook the cards with Zheng Long's number on them, calling him various nicknames.

Zheng Long's three consecutive pounces completely detonated the Chinese fans.

As if the button was turned on, countless fans swiped their screens on the Internet desperately.

"Awesome!"

"Brother Xinlong, no goal!"

"It's too fierce! Brother Long, please accept my knee!"

……

For a while, the screen was full of exclamation, and even the picture could not be seen.

The first time I didn't defend it, I let the opponent single-handedly.Zheng Long can accept it.

The landing point was not grabbed and was shot by the opponent.Zheng Long can accept it.

But for the third time, the ball was still not grabbed.Can never again.

Zheng Long was angry.

When Zheng Long stood up holding the ball, his neck thickened, his face was red, and he roared at his teammates.

"Do a good job of defending and wait for an opportunity to counterattack"

"We are not a strong team! Do a good job of defense first, and keep an eye on your people!"

"Understood? Don't make such a fucking low-level mistake again!"

"Defense! Defense! Defense!"

(End of this chapter)