"At the 14th minute of the game, the Chinese team took the lead 1-0." He Wei's delighted voice came from the TV screen.
"Let's watch the replay again."
"This is a powerful shot from Wang Xiaodong in front of the penalty area."
"At the top of the penalty area, the Uzbekistan players' defense was obviously a little relaxed, giving Wang Xiaodong a chance to kick."
"In the Premier League and European competitions, this place is called Wang Xiaodong's area. In this position, he has scored countless goals!"
The "Wang Xiaodong Area" is all a boast made by He Wei.
But this description of the live broadcast effect is quite good, and no fans have doubts.
Looking at the score on the scoreboard, countless fans put their hearts back into their stomachs.
No matter what, scoring a goal is like having a layer of insurance.
For "a draw will qualify", this is undoubtedly a step into the knockout rounds.
"Yes, just fight like this!"
"Fuck him!"
"Wang Xiaodong, come on!"
Red flags were waving in the stands, and all the fans had joyful smiles on their faces.
The camera finally focused on the face of a young foreign fan. Like his mother, he had short blond hair. Under the curtain of hair hanging down in front of his forehead, there was a red Chinese flag painted on it. Not only that, he also has a red national flag sticker on both sides of his cheek. The yellow clothes he is wearing are souvenirs from this Asian Cup. In the center, there is also a red Chinese flag sticker.
Seeing themselves on the big screen, the young fans kept waving the red flags in their hands and shouted at the camera: "CHINA, CHINA, CHINA!!!"
He may be from Australia, Central Asia, or the former Yugoslavia or other regions or countries.
But at this moment, his heart was hot and red.
...
After falling behind by one goal, Uzbekistan, unwilling to fail, chose to attack aggressively.
The Chinese team can qualify if they tie, but if Uzbekistan wants to win, it must win this game.
The Iranian team over there has started massacre mode. Not only do they want to win, they also want to be first in the group.
This is definitely a bad signal for both parties fighting on this field.
Although morale was high because of Wang Xiaodong's goal, Zheng Zhi and Li Datou were unable to play after all. The central defenders of Zhang Yaokun and Du Wei looked very embarrassed when facing the Uzbek bombing.
In the 24th minute, Du Wei's key miss ruined the great situation created by Wang Xiaodong's goal: the ball flew over his head and flew straight to the Chinese team's penalty area. Substitute goalkeeper Yang Jun was obviously inexperienced, and he seemed not to have expected that the ball would be missed by his teammates.
It's too late for him to choose to attack now.
Uzbek striker Bakayev stepped in at high speed and kicked the ball into the lower right corner of the goal with a sweeping kick.
"Beep!!!" A long whistle.
Uzbekistan equalized the score.
"Ah~~~" Seeing Uzbek scoring a goal, many girls in Class 8 and 7 couldn't help but sigh.
These little girls say they don't want it, but a large number of them still like football as much as Ma Fanshu.
Even when the boys form a small game together in physical education class, there are many girls watching.
Although the development of domestic football has been stumbling, the football atmosphere on campus has been very active in the past few years.
"It really stinks!"
"Yeah, why was Du Wei so aggressive with the ball? The opponent's forward didn't even run in front of him!"
"I guess he panicked. You see, his supporting feet are not normal. No wonder he jumped so low."
Lao Guo moved a stool and sat next to Ma Fanshu, looking up at the TV screen.
Seeing Uzbek scoring a goal, Lao Guo's heart trembled. He couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's too easy for people to score. Wang Xiaodong's goal was just in vain."
"It's okay, teacher, I believe Wang Xiaodong will still score!"
Lao Guo turned his head in surprise and saw the study committee member on the side clenching his fists and wrinkling his nose to encourage the team members on the screen.
"Haha, I have been a fan for more than ten years, but I am not even as good as a child!" Lao Guo shook his head and sighed, he was really stunned just now.
I have said before that it is normal to lose and win in football matches. But who would have thought that after watching it, he would be affected by the situation on the field.
Then Lao Guo stood up, made an agreement with the students, stood in front of the podium, and waved his arms.
"Come on, Team China! Come on, Team China! Come on, Team China!!!" The students whispered softly with their throats carefully, so as not to affect the students in other classes who were studying with them.
On this sultry summer night, the hearts of all the teachers and students in Class 7 of Eight Years were tightly united.
...
After the score was equalized, the international players did not show any signs of discouragement. Especially Wang Xiaodong, who seemed to have anticipated the opponent's goal and came to his position early to wait for the restart.
After equalizing the score, Uzbekistan began to establish a solid defense in the midfield and backcourt. Even if Wang Xiaodong controlled the ball, he would be intercepted by his opponent if he was not careful.
It has been raining in Kuala Lumpur these days, and the slippery field is very detrimental to the team's offense.
In the 29th minute, Uzbekistan made another inward attack while advancing slowly from the right. Fortunately, this time Yang Jun steadily confiscated the ball.
In the 32nd minute, Wang Xiaodong quickly advanced after stealing the ball in the backcourt. Shao Jiayi was violated in the middle and created a free kick 30 meters away from the goal for the Chinese team.
Shao Jia, who was standing in front of the ball, flicked the ball with his heel. Wang Xiaodong, who followed, then shot hard. Uzbek goalkeeper Nesterov showed bravery and lifted the ball over the crossbar with his fists.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's another vigorous bombing, fans across the country tensed up in front of the TV and their hearts beat wildly.
When he saw the ball saved by the opponent's goalkeeper, he showed a disappointed expression.
"I remember Wang Xiaodong could kick the ball directly in the corner!" Some students whispered in the classroom.
"Wang Xiaodong has that kind of kicking skills, but the goalkeeper must also pay attention! And this ball is not kicked by Wang Xiaodong at all..."
Just as he was talking, Shao Jiayi took a corner kick, and the ball flew high into the sky and fell towards the top of the arc.
Just when the fans thought that the ball was kicked, some sharp-eyed fans were surprised to find that directly under the ball, Wang Xiaodong had already made a pose to swing his legs.
Uh-huh!
boom! ! !
There was a thunderous explosion.
Even fans in front of the TV can hear the sonic boom coming from the scene.
The ball that was hit hard by Wang Xiaodong's instep turned into a white light and flew straight to the Uzbek gate. This time, there was no reaction from Nesterov in front of the goal.
When he saw the ball, it had already jumped out of his sight and plunged into the net behind him.
"The ball goes in blah blah blah!!!"
Suddenly, He Wei's exclamation came from the TV.
"You can lift a thousand junctures, and you can pierce a poplar with a hundred steps!"
"Wang Xiaodong!"
"This is Wang Xiaodong's first 'DONG-style shot' on behalf of the national team!"
"This is a perfect combination of power and accuracy. I'm afraid the whole of Europe may not be able to find another player who can shoot volleys as accurately as Wang Xiaodong, right?"
Committee He was still praising him, but Ma Fanshu quietly touched Lao Guo's arm: "Teacher, Wang Xiaodong's ball is like Zidane's kick from heaven!"
"Haha? You also know about Zidane's flying fairy! If you use all your little thoughts on studying, you won't be able to come back first in the exam!"
Ma Fanshu blushed and stuck out his tongue.
"But looking at it this way, it does look similar." Lao Guo watched the replay again and his head started to click involuntarily.
...
Although the Chinese team took the lead again, it improved morale, but it did not have much impact on the opponent.
In Uzbekistan's view, since it can tie the score once, there will be a second and third time.
But what they didn't expect was that their countless attacks would be rewarded by defensive counterattacks that their opponents took advantage of.
In the 37th minute, Zhao Xuri won a set kick in the frontcourt for the Chinese team.
Wang Xiaodong, who was standing in front of the ball, did not wait for Shao Jiayi to cooperate and kicked the ball directly towards the hinterland of the Uzbek penalty area.
Although Zhou Haibin failed to grab the point, he also interfered with the opponent's goalkeeper. Nesterov just blocked the ball subconsciously. When the opponent was in a hurry and there was a vacuum in front of the goal, Dong Fangzhuo rushed forward in time to make a supplementary shot, once again making the score expand.
3 to 1, the Chinese team leads by two goals.
When the game got to this point, the Uzbek side was anxious.
They thought they could bring the tie to the midfield, but who would have thought that the Chinese team's strength was far beyond their imagination.
The mood and state after entering the halftime break are completely different after a draw, one goal behind, and two goals behind. If such a score is maintained until the midfield, it will be difficult for the players to muster the spirit to counterattack in the second half.
The consecutive goals stimulated the enthusiasm of all the Chinese fans in the stands. Now they saw the score expanded again. The fans kept waving the drumsticks in their hands and beating the big drum in front of them.
It was in such a fierce atmosphere that during stoppage time in the first half, Mao Jianqing once again struggled with his injury and once again created a free kick opportunity for the Chinese team in front of the penalty area.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong moving his ankles in front of the ball, the Uzbeks felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
This is an international superstar who can pass and shoot!
How do we set up defenses?
Can his free kick really be sealed?
"Xiaodong, how are you going to kick this ball?" Shao Jiayi, who had tasted the benefits of a free kick, asked in a low voice in front of the ball. Even he could see that the Uzbeks standing on the wall in front of him were panicking.
The opponents moved left and right under the command of the goalkeeper, but they could not find a position that satisfied the goalkeeper. Even the referee could not help but urge them to stand up quickly.
Wang Xiaodong stood in front of the ball, looking at the swaying wall in front of him, and suddenly asked: "Brother Shao, I heard domestic football commentators are saying that you can qualify if you tie the game?"
"Ah, yes, that's right, there is such a saying." Shao Jiayi was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "In terms of points, let's tie..."
"Oh, how can there be a tie?"
"What?" Shao Jia, who was interrupted, suddenly asked again.
"I said, there is no such thing as a draw!"
After saying that, Wang Xiaodong rushed to the ball and kicked it fiercely.
After hitting the ball, his right foot was still rising under the inertia, and it didn't stop until he stepped forward to the left.
ROU~~~
Bang! ! !
The ball flew past the corner of the Uzbek wall, passed through the gap between Nesterov's hands, hit the inside of the post, and bounced into the net.
Buzz~~~
The Uzbek door swayed back and forth, shaking off the rainwater on the doorframe and shattering the hearts of the Uzbeks.
At this moment, they suddenly realized that they were far, far away from qualifying for the group stage.
Looking at the excited students in the classroom, Lao Guo crossed his legs and thought to himself: "As long as that guy Zhu Guanghu is stupid, he will have a long memory, right? As long as he doesn't replace Wang Xiaodong, this promotion is not Sooner or later?"
