Zhang Lu said what Gao Jiajun thought and thought, but Duan Xuan fell into silence. It was only twenty seconds before he resumed the explanation pretending to be nothing. Both he and the Chinese fans need to accept a new fact, something suggested by Zhang Lu.

The people in the court were more anxious than them, and both Gao Hongbo and Bosque stood on the sidelines to watch the battle. It's just that Gao Hongbo said nothing as usual, and Bosque didn't say much, but he had already begun to intervene in command.

In his eyes, the Chinese team only has Wang Ai, plus Chen Tao, and other deficiencies. Unexpectedly, it was such a second-rate team in Europe that played them five or five times. It is not physical, but technical, which makes the proud Spaniard quite uncomfortable.

He saw the sweat on the heads of the Chinese team members, but he also heard the heavy breathing of Harvey and Alonso. He had no idea that the Chinese team could play short passes with them in the midfield and midfield. Although Spain is definitely ahead in ball possession, it will not lead by more than 5 percentage points, which means that while the Chinese team's physical fitness is being consumed at a high speed, the Spanish's physical fitness is also rapidly declining.

The Chinese team's passing is not as concise and crisp as the Spanish team, but it is quite sharp and the response is extremely accurate, showing a high degree of understanding between the players. The two sides started to fight from the beginning, except that the middle was too tired, and the midfielders of both sides controlled it to some extent, the 10th, 15th, 20th, 25th, and 30th minutes!

The Spanish team still hasn't steadily taken control of the midfield. Is this still a Far Eastern team?

But if Spain gives up control of the midfield, then the terrifying "king of the golden boots" in front of the Chinese team will be fully activated. If you face his muzzle directly, "San Cassie" will not be safe.

Bosque was about to intervene again. Suddenly, the Chinese "dumb" coach who was not far away rushed to the field and made a gesture...Huh? Is the Chinese team back to defense? Can't hold it anymore?

It's really a bit unsustainable.

Hao Junmin felt that his legs were soft. He couldn't count how many times he touched the ball. He remembered that in the shadow of the red jersey, he kept passing, short, and short passes with his teammates in the white jersey. Interspersed, steals, and tackles between the clothing players!

The strategic contraction of the Chinese team gave the Spaniard a sigh of relief, and immediately the whole team became annoyed.

The Spanish team's aggressive attack has begun!

What I didn't expect was that the first to break the goal was the Chinese team that seemed to give up resistance!

In the 36th minute of the game, the Spanish team got a corner kick. The tall Ramos rushed to the front court to grab the spot. Xavi's corner kick was issued. Li Weifeng grabbed the spot and headed the ball out of the penalty area. At this time, Zhao Xuri pressed Alonso and glanced forward with his mouth pursed. With a big foot, he kicked the football out of the crowd.

Go straight ahead!

Wang Ai penetrated the defense line pressed by Spain in one step, pushed the football more than ten meters ahead with a touch of the ball, and then he and Pique started a sprint competition on the football field!

From grabbing the first point of the two people side by side, to the position before and after the second touch, with the superb level of man-ball integration, and the speed affected by Pique's repeated attempts to block the fruitless, he gradually chased No way, but in front of Wang Ai, there is a Marchena who is coming in at a high speed and diagonally!

Wang Ai lost his restraint, and rushed to full speed. He was still running, and the fake action was directed at Marchena. Unsurprisingly, Marchena was left behind as soon as he entered the penalty area.

At this time, a yellow shadow galloped from the front door, and fell to the ground decisively!

Responsive Casillas!

His hands are on the left and his legs are on the right, blocking Wang Ai's shooting direction from the left side.

To the right of the two is Marchena, who is only one step behind Wang Ai!

At the moment when "Saint Cassie"'s body was drifting at high speed against the turf, Wang Ai slowed down.

Casillas' hand was less than half a meter away from the football, and Marchena rushed to the front of Wang Ai when Wang Ai slowed down and turned desperately on the right side. Wang Ai switched small steps and dialed the ball horizontally, passing Casillas' hands, Marchena's hind legs, and blocking the body of Pique who followed closely.

Marchena forced his foot to intercept, but didn't touch it, already sitting up, Casilla threw back flat and didn't touch it!

"Go in! Xiao Wanger scored!" Duan Xuan exclaimed in excitement during the commentary.

When he called out, Wang Aigang was about to kick up. But Duan Xuan, who watched Wang Ai's game, decided that the goal could be scored. When the ball was united and passed through the gap between Marchena and Pique and just opened the shooting boundary, Wang Ai's calf swings slightly, with Rub the arch of the foot.

The man was hit back and forth and staggered out sideways, and the football obediently drew a small arc on the ground and rolled over the goal line.

In the middle of summer, the land of China is always hot and dry. Many people who come out to enjoy the cool night gather in large and small squares. Just like in the past few years, watching Wang Ai's game every summer night has become a non-traditional "tradition."

When Wang Ai's figure sent a white dot into the opponent's goal on the slightly blurred LED screen, the skewered, draught beer, chat, and partner cheers in unison.

After the Olympic Games last year, according to a sample survey, the number of Chinese football fans exceeded 200 million! The entry threshold is to watch at least 15 games a year! Among them, there are more than 50 million people who can accurately name the ten national teams. In addition to these 200 million people, there are at least 200 million who can accurately name Wang Ai's 4 achievements. As for those who know his name, everyone who has a TV or a radio at home knows it!

Who made him appear on "News Network" too many times? Who can see his billboard everywhere?

What is a national star? This is! No one knows and no one knows. Through his own hard work, he has brought unforgettable summers to the people of the whole country.

After scoring a goal on the field, Wang Ai stabilized his figure and looked at the five-star red flag traveling for thousands of miles. Putting his right index finger and **** on his lips, he pointed to them. The camera immediately pointed to the direction Wang Ai was aiming at, and a girl with a red flag painted on her face was pulling her boyfriend and yelling and jumping.

Among the crowd applauding from the sidelines, Dong Fangzhuo grinned, stuck his waist, and subconsciously looked around the stadium. Shook his head and sat back next to Gao Lin: "They are all stars, why is the gap so big?"

Gao Lin smiled: "The boss is the star, I am not, I am Xiao Gao."

"Are you three months older than him?"

"It doesn't make sense to say this." Gao Lin's head shook: "We play football based on our true ability. We don't judge heroes by birth or age."

When Zheng Zhi heard this, he suddenly laughed: "If you want to say that, I will call him the boss in the future."

"Brother Zhi, don't!" Gao Lin hugged Zheng Zhi: "We all played together until the end, he doesn't care. You have to call him the boss, he has to kick me."