"Crack, crack, crack!"
The turf of the Tianjin Olympic Stadium was rubbed rapidly by a pair of football boots.
Under the attention of tens of thousands of fans at the scene, Wang Xiaodong rushed to the goal like a god descending from heaven.
There was a bang.
A kick knocked the Iraqi forward to the ground.
The next second, Wang Xiaodong jumped high and used his head to clear the ball out of the penalty area.
"Fight back!"
As Wang Xiaodong roared, Qu Bo, who was on the wing, dared to be lazy and turned his head towards the frontcourt.
Before taking two steps, Qu Bo found a black shadow falling in front of him.
It's football!
Seeing the ball spinning in front of him, Qu Bo once again increased his power.
This is a precise backspin!
Is Wang Xiaodong's point-to-point long pass so terrifying?
After running two more steps, Qu Bo stretched out his foot and blocked the ball directly.
Facing the attacking Iraqi goalkeeper, Qu Bo pushed the ball gently with his right foot and sent the ball into the opponent's goal.
In an instant, the five-star red flag was once again fluttering in the wind in the stands, and the fans were cheering for this fast break.
"Huh, it's so dangerous~~~"
On the sidelines of the court, Gao Hongwang was breathing out his breath.
Fortunately, the score was evened immediately.
Oh my God, don't do this again.
My little heart can't bear such a blow!
Just as Gao Hongbo thought, the Chinese team quickly took advantage.
I thought it was a smooth game, but unexpectedly, my opponent scored first.
The fans watched anxiously, and Wang Xiaodong was actually a little angry.
Good guys, I thought you were all busy traveling and just wanted to save some face.
I didn’t expect you to push yourself further?
Is that okay?
After only one minute, Wang Xiaodong took advantage of the opponent's passing error and quickly intercepted the ball near the center circle.
The next second, the ball once again passed diagonally to Qu Bo, who was penetrating forward.
After tasting the sweetness of scoring goals one after another, Qu Bo completely let himself go.
Facing the opponent's defender, Qu Bo tried to cut inside twice in a row before he was unwilling to dribble the ball down.
Fortunately, Zheng Zhi behind him responded promptly, and Qu Bo kicked back without causing a hasty cross.
After Zheng Zhi got the ball, without saying a word, he took off and hoisted the ball into the penalty area.
In the penalty area, Gao Jiji jumped high to attack the goal, but he did not hit the power or angle, and was easily confiscated by the Iraqi goalkeeper.
Although the goal was formed, Gao Hongbo on the sidelines was still not satisfied.
"Middle, middle!"
Gao Hongbo kept waving his hands back and giving orders to the team members.
Judging from Gao Hongbo's gestures, it seemed that Zheng Zhi was quite dissatisfied with the precise guidance of the kick.
Why are you still scolding me when you are obviously attacking?
However, Zheng Zhi also blushed after hearing the coach's rebuke.
He turned to look at Wang Xiaodong in front of the arc in the middle with an apologetic look on his face.
The current Chinese team is no longer the one before.
This Chinese team no longer needs to hoist the ball into the penalty area to form a header.
Just pass the ball to Wang Xiaodong in the middle.
His long-range shot is much more threatening than a header in front of the goal!
Sure enough, after Zheng Zhi forced himself to control himself and changed his previous playing style, the second goal came soon.
In the 23rd minute, Wang Xiaodong and Xiao Zhanbo teamed up to steal the ball, and the ball quickly came to Zheng Zhi's feet.
This time, Zheng Zhi deliberately took the ball to the side.
After attracting the attention of most opponents, he neither cut inside nor made a cross, but instead made a pass near the baseline.
He chose an inverted triangle kick.
This time, Wang Xiaodong, who strode in from the center, did not waste the opportunity and rushed to the ball to shoot furiously.
The ball passed between the legs of three players in the penalty area and hit the goal!
Iraq, which was one goal behind, finally began to panic.
They were already out, and now they were fighting for honor, but they didn't get any good results.
Coupled with the surge in morale of the host Chinese team, Iraq had no choice but to huddle in its own penalty area and defend submissively.
Before the end of the first half, the Chinese team took the initiative to retreat when the offensive position battle failed, and then formed a surprise attack through a long diagonal pass between the two wings.
Although Gao Jiji's rapid advance was disrupted by his opponent, Gao Jiji still rushed into the penalty area to press the goalkeeper.
In desperation, the Iraqi goalkeeper Noel received the ball with his hand and was judged to be a "return pass violation." The Chinese team won an indirect free kick on the left side of the penalty area.
Seeing the free kick from this position, all the fans in the stands burst into laughter, showing a pitiful expression.
"This free kick..."
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
He Wei didn't know what to say.
Looking at the 10 Iraqi players on the goal line, including the goalkeeper, He Wei even thought of a certain war movie.
The "refugees" stood in a row, some covering their chests, some covering their crotches.
They have different looks and postures.
But at this moment, they were praying to the gods together.
After all, the enemy's gun only has one bullet.
Beep!
The whistle sounded.
Zheng Zhi gently pushed his left foot to the side. The next second, all the Iraqi players subconsciously turned around and turned their heads behind them.
As a goalkeeper, Noel was the only Iraqi player who faced the enemy head-on, opened his arms and raised his chest to block the eye-catching Iraqi players.
But his tough-guy behavior didn't bring him a heroic ending.
The moment Wang Xiaodong made his move, a loud explosion sounded in front of the Iraqi goal.
The next second, the ball instantly overturned the top of the net.
It stagnated in the air for a second before falling back to the ground unwillingly.
"Beep!!!"
The whistle sounded again, and the Chinese team led 3-1.
...
"The five-star red flag is fluttering in the wind,
How loud the victory song is..."
In the stands, tens of thousands of fans dressed in red stood in rows and sang loudly with excitement.
In the Chinese team's international competitions, there are two songs that are most common.
One is the national anthem, and the other is "Singing the Motherland."
Singing the national anthem when falling behind and singing "Ode to the Motherland" when winning is about to win have become a rule of thumb.
Although the game is not over yet, hundreds of Iraqi fans who came to Tianjin Stadium after traveling thousands of miles looked confused.
They didn't know how to describe the situation on the field, nor how to describe their mood.
From heaven to hell, in this game that lasted less than 80 minutes, their moods experienced ups and downs...
Looking at the score on the scoreboard, 6 to 1.
Wang Xiaodong scored a hat trick, and Qu Bo, Xiao Zhanbo, Zhou Haibin and Zhang Yaokun blossomed more.
The fans of the visiting team were in stitches.
Didn’t we have an advantage in the opening game?
Didn't we score a goal?
Aren't we ahead?
How come such an earth-shaking change occurred in just one meal?
"Tonight is a really bad day for Iraqi fans." He Wei's voice was a little sensational.
"Although they scored a goal against the Chinese team after the opening, but then Wang Xiaodong led the team to counterattack, and the city was defeated again and again."
"Perhaps by now they have regretted that they should not have scored a goal under Wang Xiaodong's nose."
"If they hadn't scored that goal, they might have left with dignity today..."
"But for Chinese fans, today's night must be very wonderful."
"You will definitely have a sweet dream after you turn off the TV."
"In fact, I can't remember the last time the national team scored such a big difference in an international competition like the World Cup preliminaries. But no matter what, the Chinese team performed like a dream team tonight! "
"Maybe this time, we can actually go to South Africa!"
At the moment when He Wei was feeling emotional, Gao Jiji jumped up high in the restricted area.
Facing Wang Xiaodong's pass, he smashed the ball into the Iraqi goal.
After scoring the goal, Gao Jiji kept beating his chest, like a gorilla in heat.
Just as the team members gathered together to celebrate happily, Zheng Zhi approached Wang Xiaodong with a look of complaint and asked quietly: "Xiaodong, when will you let Brother Zheng score one too?"
