"Mao Jianqing!"

"Mao Jianqing!"

Dong Fangzhuo's long through pass crossed the midfield, through the open space between Demichelis and Otamendi, and went straight into the left hinterland of Argentina.

It was too sudden, completely defenseless.

No one thought that Messi could lose the ball, Dong Fangzhuo would chase back and steal the ball at Messi's feet, let alone Dong Fangzhuo would stuff a through ball at such a distance!

This requires quite precise footwork, quite hard toes!

But now,

It's a reality.

When Mao Jianqing turned around and started, Otamendi also turned around, but the passive turn definitely couldn't play the winger. Counting on Demichelis to flank?

Useless.

The ball fell at Mao Jianqing's feet as if it had life, and this time Mao Jianqing chose to hit the lower right corner of the goal!

With a push with the arch of his right foot, Romero went down, but he couldn't make a save!

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is in!"

"Mao Jianqing!"

"Mao Jianqing!"

“4:1！”

“4:1！”

"The Chinese team leads Argentina 4:1!"

"The arrogant Maradona and the Argentine team were humiliated by the Chinese team 4:1, and Mao Jianqing's goal let the people of the world know that the Chinese team has the ability to defeat all opponents and ravage all opponents! Argentina can fuck off! ”

Although the game was only in the 71st minute, and there were still nearly 20 minutes before the end of the game, Huang Jianxiang had already arrogantly shouted that Argentina was out.

With a three-goal lead, can Argentina still be able to turn over?

Ghost Letter!

This is the one-eighth knockout match of the World Cup, this is not a drill, this is not a friendly match, and the Chinese team, which is three goals ahead, will defend its lead to the death.

"Qu, go and change people!" Crouchen waved his hand on the sidelines with a smile on his face, asking Qu Bo to hurry up to replace Feng Renliang. No matter how calm he was, he couldn't control his excitement.

Nima's, if you can't win this game, I'll chop diao!

Although Crowchen is getting older and his diao has no practical effect, the function of peeing is still there......

Qu Bo stood on the side of the court, his eyes full of anticipation.

In 2001, he once represented the Chinese youth team and the Argentine youth team, when he lost 1:2, the Chinese team's goal was scored by him, and now, he once again represented the Chinese team, the score was actually the Chinese team 4:1 lead, it was like a dream.

He hugged Feng Renliang and immediately rushed to his place.

Maybe Lao Tzu can score a goal again, dreaming back to 9 years ago.

Argentina is in this situation, it must be pressed on the offense, and it is not surprising that the Chinese team has scored one, this has already scored 4.

Woo woo woo,

Woo woo woo,

The damn woo vu zu sound resounded throughout the stadium, for Chinese fans, this is an extremely pleasant sound, but for Argentine fans, this is simply a life-threatening suona.

It's messy, restless, and distracted.

1:4, can you still equalize?

Even the Argentine players on the pitch didn't believe it. Messi walked to the center circle in frustration, completely forgetting that he was the captain of Argentina on the field, and at this time, he should motivate his teammates and tell them not to give up, although it is not very practical.

Aguero and Palermo's demeanor is not much better, each with its own mind and its own path. It's not something that doesn't happen anymore.

Maybe only Maradona is jumping up and down, and the embarrassment is lost, and maybe he can't score another goal to save a little face?

It's a pity that he has used up three substitutions in one go, and these three substitutions don't seem to have any effect.

Many Argentine fans in the stands have shed tears, this time purely to cry for Argentina. The younger children almost cried profusely, the female fans buried their heads in the man's shoulders, the older fans had a look of vicissitudes and amazement, and even those sturdy male fans also tensed their faces.

It's a ridiculous and inexplicable score.

The clock quickly ran to 75 minutes, and Dong Fangzhuo was brought down by Pastore in midfield.

The Chinese team hesitated to make substitution adjustments, and Crouchen first pushed Hao Junmin to the substitution area, but the substitution sign was written with Shao Jiayi's number, and then called Shao Jiayi over.

The referee immediately stopped the game, trotted over, and then ruthlessly gave a yellow card like Crouchen.

Old man, do you think I don't know you're stalling?

Crouchen did not do anything to fight, but laughed.

"Crowchen spread his hands and smiled, he was probably happy, this is the first yellow card of his career......"

"I don't care about you, you're a mediocre referee, let's win, I'm happy to ......"

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"One more."

"Brothers, let's find a way to get another one."

"Today is a good day, four is not enough, we had better give them a slap, six or six Shun is also fine, there is still time, let's hurry up!"

Captain Zheng Zhi finally spoke......

Looks like he's playing high too?

Messi they can't understand Chinese, if they can understand, they will definitely vomit blood on the spot, otherwise they will chase Zheng Zhi with a machete and cut them.

Excessive, you excessive.

We're Argentina!

On the bench of Argentina, Gustavo watched the game listlessly with his chin on his back.

Sitting upright for more than 70 minutes, I witnessed a humiliation and a fiasco for Argentina.

Maradona's tactics are shit.

Many of the substitutes began to grow dissatisfaction with Maradona.

What bullshit, from start to finish doesn't look like Argentina.

Gustavo saw Messi get the ball again, then tried to get rid of the Chinese player's defense, then barely completed the shot, and finally gave the ball to China.

It didn't take long for Messi to make another comeback, the ball was still at his feet, he dribbled the ball along the line of the penalty area, and then hit the goal with his left foot, and the ball flew out of the bottom line again......

Again, a lot of time passed, and finally in the 80th minute, there was less and less time left for Argentina.

'In 10 minutes, Argentina needed to pull three goals back, but is that possible?'

"We can be ready to celebrate, we want to celebrate with impunity......"

The Chinese team began to deliberately retreat, giving up space to Argentina, and the defense started from half-time.

Despite coming on in the second half, Palermo and Pastore seemed to be on a walk and didn't look like they were fighting at all.

No way, the ball basically didn't come to their feet.

It wasn't until the 86th minute that Pastore got the ball on the left flank, only this time he didn't cross to the middle, but immediately sent the ball to the Chinese team's big penalty area.

With a snort, the ball he passed was awkward and urgent, Li Weifeng actually failed to touch the ball, and Palermo's bald head was on top of it.

Syllable!

The ball smashed directly into the Chinese team's goal.

Zeng Cheng lifted it with one hand, and the ball flew out of the bottom line.

"Brave, Zeng Cheng. The ball reacted too quickly, but fortunately Palermo was a little more correct, otherwise it would have been dangerous. ”

Corner kick!

"It's long overdue, it's a waste of Argentina's high school forwards, whether it's Higuain or Palermo, they have the ability to threaten the door of the Chinese team in the penalty area, but there are very few balls passed into the box, and some people prefer to burst around outside the big penalty area, and the result is nothing."

In the Argentine sports station, Ortega asked again in a strong critical tone.

"When in the history of Argentine football has the center been neglected? Isn't it too late to remember their existence now? ”

Pop, Pastore took a corner kick from the left and he sent the ball over Palermo's head again.

This time Palermo was not so comfortable, Li Weifeng and Feng Xiaoting attacked at the same time, but Palermo still rubbed the ball, and the ball flew straight to the back point.

Rodriguez volleys sideways under Zhu Ting's interference!

The ball touched Zhu Ting's thigh and went out of the bottom line......

It's still a corner.

"Alas!"

"If only there were a few more opportunities like this!"

Demichelis and Otamendi couldn't help it, and both rushed into the Chinese team's big penalty area, with only Burdisso trailing behind.

It can't be helped, Argentina need to score, even if there is only a glimmer of hope left, they still want to score.

Beep

Pastore takes another corner.

The ball flew into the Chinese team's big penalty area, too close to the goalkeeper, and everyone could jump.

Although Zeng Cheng's height was not high, he still attacked resolutely, raised his hands high, and grabbed the ball steadily.

"Zeng Cheng!"

Dong Fangzhuo rushed out of the forbidden area with a whoosh.

Zeng Cheng threw the ball at his feet with a big hand.

At the same time, Qu Bo ejected out of the right sideline of the big penalty area, and there was no stop at all.

Burdisso was taken aback, because he had already overwhelmed the half of the Chinese team, Qu Bo's speed was too fast, and he ran behind him at once, which was not offside at all!

In order to seize the time for the counterattack and avoid Mascherano's blocking, Dong Fangzhuo did not wait for the ball to land, and volleyed directly with his right foot!

Don't underestimate Dong Fangzhuo's footwork, each of his footwork is not casual, even if it is a volley, it is also deliberately pumping the ball in the direction of Qu Bo.

call

The ball crossed the Chinese half court and landed just before the halfway line.

Bang, landed and quickly bounced up.

Crossing the middle line, it seems to see his 20-year-old self, chasing the wind, chasing the ball, and happily killing the opponent's city......

There were no teammates outflanking, no enemy encirclement, only him and Romero in front of the enemy's city gate, as if the final end of the battle, only the two of them were left alone in the corpses strewn all over the field.

Sand......

There is only one move, stick to the ground.

Romero loses his armor......

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is in!"

"Qu Bo!"

"Qu Bo!"

Whoosh –

Dong Fangzhuo rushed faster than anyone else and came to Qu Bo.

"Brother Bo, stand still."

Dong Fangzhuo raised his right hand.

Syllable!

A slap in the face.

Syllable!

Another slap in the face......

Qu Bo is really a little confused!

"Bogo, this is a reward for Argentina!" (https:)

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