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Li Zimo, who gnawed his nails fiercely, ejected from the sofa, punched his fist vigorously and shouted 'yeah~~'. Feeling unsatisfactory, he hit the military combination a few more times and yelled a few times.

After the excitement, he asked Vinicius who was applauding lightly: "If I put this ball in my hands, I can still score. Do you believe it?"

Vinicius pursed his lips: "I believe it, I believe it."

Li Zimo stared: "If you make such a **** expression, I'll beat you up, believe it or not?"

'Shua~' Immediately serious, Vinicius nodded solemnly: "You must be able to enter, you must."

Zimo scolded angrily: "Get out!"

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After cheering for the goal, Liu Langdong looked at Mei Zixi's tears and said with emotion: "Xiaoxi is happy, this is called happy tears, right Brother Scar."

Scar Franck Ribery was very upset: "I told you a long time ago, Ma Bubu calls me Uncle Scar."

Lang Dong shook his head: "Impossible, I call the captain Big Brother Zhuo, so it's impossible to call you Brother, Uncle at most."

"Spicy mom said you haven't got 18 yet, and I'm 36, which is twice as much as your turtle." The scar math is very good: "In a few years, you will be 20 years old, and I will be 40. You will be 50 years old, and I will be 100. When you Grandpa is enough, why can't you call him uncle?"

Lang Dong: "..."

"Are you shouting or not?"

"impossible."

"roll!"

"Get out, get out, I'll tell Brother Zhuo that you kicked me out later."

"Come back." Scar changed his face in seconds: "Leave after eating."

"Alright, Brother Scar."

Li Zimo and Liu Langdong, who cheered for the Chinese team to score another goal and regain the score advantage under the dangerous mirror, are happy and sincere, but the sourness in their hearts is also real, which is naked jealousy towards Mei Zixi and others.

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The moment the football was bounced into the goal, Mei Xiaoxi burst into tears.

Crying and roaring, he ran towards the captain who raised his hands outside the penalty area, but was cut off by Li Ju, who directly pushed Mei Xiaoxi up and carried it on his shoulders.

There is no doubt that this is the most important goal of the Chinese team. The teammates swarmed, and even the goalkeeper Crazy Lei ran around howling to celebrate.

Mei Xiaoxi was crying so hard that Zhuoyang realized how much pressure the child was under before. He himself has always been heartless on the court, he has cried and laughed, lost and won, but he has never tasted the pressure and hardship.

Cry, the pressure is released with tears, and this hurdle is over.

But what does it mean that you Zeng Rourou wiped your eyes?

"Rourou, why are you messing around and crying?"

"Captain, I...I just want to cry."

"Captain, you don't know." Pu Ren hurriedly replied: "Rou Rou will cry every time she watches "My Fair Princess", and if she cries every time it is replayed, he won't see others cry."

Zhuoyang scratched his head: They are still some live treasures.

"Okay, just cry for a while together. Xiaoxi, you can almost accept it, the game is not over yet."

"promise!"

The Chinese team is comfortable, and the Iranians are naturally stupid.

The soap bubble between dream and reality burst too abruptly, and the **** Iranian F1 couldn't turn the hairpin at all.

Gu Queiroz spread his hands on the sidelines, at a loss for the first time in his coaching career. He is a coach who advocates defense. In his opinion, the defensive line behind the ball just now did not make any mistakes, and in his football cognition, if there is no mistake, the ball should never be conceded.

But now it happened, and Queiroz wandered like a saltfish in a freshwater well.

There are five minutes left in the game. If the Iranians want to be worthy of the god-given opportunity of 11 against 9, they must go crazy in the last five minutes. Of course, there is no need for the Chinese team to accompany you, everyone is united, and it is only five minutes.

If you really want to defend with determination, nine people are enough, not to mention that Iran's hard hitting ability is at the second-rate level in Asia, and they rank fifth among the five major powers.

I don't say it, but I am really guilty of the central defender's thunder, so Zhuoyang directly takes over the midfielder, and even retreats to the defensive line to play as a central defender.

In the 88th minute, Haisafi, who had no good way, chose to hit the ball from the right again and hit the middle to hit the big luck. But when Taremi saw Zhuoyang take off, he lost even the interest in fighting for it.

The height and weight of the two were about the same, but Zhuoyang, who had occupied the position in advance, jumped up and had his waist on Taremi's head, so there was no comparison at all.

Moreover, Zhuoyang never simply cleared the siege. He shook his head in the air and threw the football to Pu Renmeng on the left. This was the position he was optimistic about before taking off.

The Iranians rushed forward overwhelmingly to fight back. At this time, the overall excellent passing and receiving skills of the Chinese team were fully revealed. Under the group of opponents, everyone protected the ball and released the ball properly.

This is also one of the benefits brought after the score regained the lead. Everyone's mentality has stabilized and relaxed.

Mei Xiaoxi, whose tears had just been wiped dry, received a pass from Zeng Rourou in the middle. After pulling the ball to dodge Omid, he didn't bother with Kanani, who was making small moves behind him, and pushed the ball back to Zhuoyang, who was sticking to his throat.

Then, he heard the captain shout: "Run—"

Without even half a moment's hesitation, Mei Xiaoxi turned around and overtook Kanani who had just relaxed, and rushed towards the front court with short legs.

The population in the second half was too dense, so Zhuoyang went straight into the air and gave Mei Xiaoxi a long-distance overhead ball in order to save trouble.

Speed ​​is not Mei Xiaoxi's strong point, he can barely pass the fast running. While running, I looked up at the flight path of the football, and then braked slightly to unload the ball on the outer instep, and the football landed steadily one step ahead of me.

But just like that, Kanani, who was chasing back, caught up, forcing Mei Xiaoxi to stop completely and dodge with the ball.

Just as he was about to ponder whether to score points while playing cooperation, he heard the captain's roar again.

"Pass him—"

The youthful waves in his bones burned instantly, Mei Xiaoxi's lingbo microsteps on the ball immediately threw Kanani to the ground, and then his short legs turned into hot wheels again.

Iran is a team that plays counterattack and speed, and it has to use a rabbit as the standard for picking players. At that time, Madavikia could become the Bundesliga assist leader with his speed as a full-back. Now almost all of the Iranian national team are new motors.

The full-back Rezayang Bao came in to catch up and then decisively shoveled ~lightnovelpub.net~, but Mei Xiaoxi dodged the ball comfortably without slowing down and slightly changing direction. Then came Praliganji, who was also only a little short with his tomahawk.

After three people in a row, Mei Xiaoxi was completely released. The skillful sense of the ball keeps the football just one step ahead of him. Boss Mei, who watched the live broadcast, seemed to see himself 14 years ago.

The legs are short, so it is a small pendulum. Mei Xiaoxi's action of shaking Beranwand at the penalty area line is not available in Mei Daxi, but it is one of Zhuoyang's signature actions of "the goalkeeper will not stop".

Mei Xiaoxi's lonely and fluttering figure was in the backcourt in the distance. Zhuoyang stood there with his hands on his hips watching him push the empty goal and raised his hands high.

Mei Zixi scored twice, the Chinese team 5:3, the overall situation is set.

This time, Mei Xiaoxi didn't cry, he was as happy as a crazy person.

Not to mention chicken blood, the Iranians' cell fluids are already cold. Ten minutes ago, they were enthusiastically planning to take advantage of the number advantage to slowly train the Chinese team. At this time, they are more eager for the game to end sooner than the Chinese team.

Because if they continue to play, they are afraid that they will not be able to return to the country.

In the 90th + 3 minutes, Rourou steals the ball in midfield, and Mei Xiaoxi skillfully flicks and maneuvers to control it, and sends a through rib to the captain who was emptied.

In the past ten minutes, Mei Xiaoxi was so dazzling that the Iranians subconsciously regarded him as the center of the siege, but completely ignored Zhuoyang who had been guarding the backcourt.

With a clear and beautiful counterattack, Zhuoyang personally put an end to this difficult and weird game, fixing the score at 6:3.

After the game, Zhuo Yang, who scored four goals alone, was named the best player on the spot, while Mei Xiaoxi, who shot two shots and made a pass, completed the journey of redemption and shocked the football world.

The famous Portuguese coach Queiroz could not accept the reality contrast beyond his own football philosophy, and announced his resignation as the head coach of the Iranian national team after the game.

Eight years, what have I done?

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