Looking at the referee's hands, the Chinese players couldn't believe it.
"What the hell is a penalty kick? What the hell is a red card!" Wang Dalei suddenly became angry!
The captain Zheng Zhi also stepped forward to explain: "There was clearly pushing each other in the penalty area just now, how could it be a foul on our part?"
However, the referee from Saudi Arabia did not change. His hand pointing to the penalty spot did not move. The red card given to Zhou Haibing was confirmed, and he also gave Wang Dalei and Zheng Zhi, who came forward to argue, a yellow card each.
The Chinese fans in the stands were shouting curses!
"You SB pig brain! You are collecting dirty money!"
"Seeing that our Chinese team was about to equalize, you started to do something dirty. You are so fucking awesome!"
Gao Bo on the sidelines also explained anxiously. Even the referee ran to the sidelines and punished Huang Bowen who was protesting on the bench. In the end, the decision of penalty kick and red card was not changed.
At this time, the Uzbek forward was standing on the line of the penalty area, and the Chinese players had already withdrawn from the penalty area.
"Big thunder!" Zheng Zhi shouted.
Wang Dalei extended a thumbs up but said nothing.
At this time, Yu Dabao suddenly had a premonition: "I don't think this ball can be scored!"
Zhang Chengdong frowned: "I hope so..."
At this time, the cheering sounds of Uzbekistan fans came from behind Wang Dalei. Naturally, this sound was not for him.
Despite this, Wang Dalei still turned around and waved his arms to signal the fans to make their voices louder.
The referee who was about to blow the whistle suddenly stopped and came to Wang Dalei to warn him.
"You are provoking fans. If you do something similar again, I won't mind giving you another yellow card."
Wang Dalei shrugged and said nothing, his eyes full of disdain.
But just now the Uzbekistan forward was lowering his head to tidy up the turf, but he was startled.
The fans were cheering me just now, why did they suddenly boo me?
What's happening here?
Just by lowering his head and raising his head, he missed a wonderful scene.
He slowly retreated, still having some doubts in his mind.
How did I offend the fans? Is it the reason why the one-on-one goal just now didn't go in? Or do the fans think I wasted too much time?
Don’t think about it anymore, just take the penalty!
Sprint quickly and volley into the far corner of the goal!
From the start of the run-up to the end of the shot, he was thinking about why he was booed by the fans...
And just before he shot, Wang Dalei keenly noticed his hesitation!
Fly to the left and punch out!
The penalty kick was defended! ! !
Wang Dalei punched the ball out. He fell to the ground and quickly got up. He was relieved when he saw the ball crossing the crossbar and landing on top of the net!
At this time, Wang Dalei turned around and wanted to punch the Uzbek fans behind him to vent his anger!
But Zheng Zhi rushed up and stopped him!
Behind Zheng Zhi, Zhang Linpeng, Wu Lei, Yu Dabao, Zhang Chengdong... the Chinese players stood in front of Wang Dalei and punched hard towards the stands!
This is a demonstration! It’s just a fucking demonstration!
Can't you get a penalty kick? Still can't get in!
The referee took a step forward, thought about it, and still didn't take out the card.
He also understands the principle that the law does not punish the public.
After saving the penalty kick, the Chinese team was full of momentum!
Although Zhou Haibing was sent off and the Chinese team played one less player, the Chinese players were in extraordinary condition at this moment and launched a fierce attack on Uzbekistan's goal!
Wang Chuhe's long-range curve ball! Wu Lei's agility to grab points! Yu Dabao's powerful header! Zheng Zhi's forward penetration and explosive cumshot!
Although the goal was still far away, the Chinese players gave the fans hope of an equalizer!
The offensive was maintained until the 75th minute of the game. Hao Junmin replaced Sun Ke, whose physical fitness was declining, and continued to strengthen the offense!
Seeing this scene, Yun Sheng in the VIP room applauded repeatedly: "Good job Gao Bo! Although there is one less person now, our morale is very good. We are right to continue the attack without breaking the bank. If it were me, I would do the same!"
It wasn't until the 85th minute of the game that the Chinese team's goal came belatedly.
This is a set kick in the frontcourt. Wang Chuhe's physical fitness has declined and his feet are not feeling smooth. Hao Junmin takes the penalty.
This Chinese genius, who led Schalke 04 to the quarterfinals of the Champions League last season, made a precise cross from the left!
The ball found Zhang Linpeng in the middle of the penalty area! Zhang Linpeng jumped high and headed the ball towards the goal!
The ball went in! ! !
The Chinese team finally equalized the score!
2 to 2! This draw was so hard to come by!
Zhang Linpeng rushed into the net, hugged the ball and ran back!
We don’t want a draw, we just want a victory!
In the next few minutes, the Chinese team continued to maintain a strong offensive momentum. Before the game was about to enter stoppage time, Hao Junmin's direct free kick hit the goal post and almost killed the opponent.
The referee blew the whistle half a minute early, which made the Chinese coaching staff very dissatisfied.
"Coach, we still have half a minute of injury time, why did it end early?" Gao Bo suppressed his anger and asked the referee who left the field.
The referee's face was full of innocence and kindness: "You have one less player to fight. I ended the game early to protect your players. After all, your players consume more physical energy."
"Thank you!" Gao Bo gritted his teeth and said this.
Gao Bo was just about to say something more when the assistant coach handed over a mobile phone.
"Who?" Gao Bo was in a very bad mood.
"Director Gao, he said he is Yunsheng."
"Oh?" Gao Bo was stunned and answered immediately.
Why did Yunsheng call at this time? Is there something urgent?
Yun Sheng's voice on the phone was still very low: "I suggest you not comment on the game's penalties for a while."
"Why? If you don't let me speak, I'll be angry!" Gao Bo said, his eyes still fixed on the referee, like a knife cutting.
"In order not to suffer a loss in the next round, you'd better not say anything. But don't worry, what you want to say, I will say it for you later!"
"Okay! Thank you!"
After hanging up the phone, Gao Bo walked towards the press conference hall, his expression gradually calming down.
Facing the reporter's interview, the Uzbekistan coach talked eloquently: "We did very well in this game. The only regret is that we failed to grasp the penalty kick, otherwise the victory would belong to us."
However, the reporters didn't care about him and wanted to hear Gao Bo's words more, but they were disappointed.
"Our players performed very well today. I am very satisfied with every player! I will not make any comments on the penalties in this game. I am just a head coach."
Next, when a reporter asked about the penalties for this game, Gao Bo just talked about him and talked about his ideas for the next game, which was not the right article.
Just when the reporters inside the venue were feeling disappointed, outside the stadium, a dozen reporters from Europe got what they wanted from Yunsheng.
Compared with the dull atmosphere inside the venue, the real excitement is outside the venue...
