936 Advance to the quarterfinals

Snapped,

Snapped,

Two slaps in a row, although not true, Qu Bo always feels painful.

At least the Argentine fans feel very painful. Whether they are Argentine fans in the stands or in front of the TV, they stare at Dong Fangzhuo's right hand, but their faces feel spicy.

Needless to say, this celebration is intentional.

There is hatred, everything the other party does is normal!

"Dong Fangzhuo's two slaps are cool, isn't Argentina going down the Chinese team before and after the game? Isn't it sure to be able to enter the quarter-finals? Did you deliberately lose the game against Greece?

"Take shame on yourself!"

"5:1! You did score a big score, only 1 is yours, 5 is ours!"

"After you return to your country, you will be spurned by Argentine fans. What Messi, Aguero, Tevez, the strongest attack combination in history, yuck!"

"Look at this shameful score..."

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"Oh, myGod,"

"5:1, crazy, too crazy. Argentina was completely defeated. Unfortunately, this is not the biggest defeat in their World Cup history."

"They lost to Czechoslovakia 1:6 on June 15, 1958. But the game is not over yet, and the score may continue to expand."

Reinkel smiled slyly, he really hoped that the Chinese team could chase after winning...

However, there is not much time left in the game. Whether you can score a goal depends on your luck.

"The cunning Chinese have used every opportunity to fight back and made every threat, every time they were deadly. They deserve to be hunters on the grassland."

"There are more than five minutes left. The Chinese team, come on, Dong, come on, come on a hat trick..."

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Maradona was completely silent, not because he was weak, but because he was numb.

give up.

It's 1:5, so what are you doing? He stuck his tongue out and licked his shriveled lips, his unruly eyes gradually fading.

At this moment, lonely and helpless, swept the whole body.

He understands that after the game he will become the world's joke with the Argentine team, and he will also leave the Argentine national team and become one of the most failed coaches in the history of the Argentine team.

As a player, he is successful, but as a coach, he can not be ordinary.

"Diego! Let's finish class!"

"Get out of the national team!"

In the stands of Argentine fans very close to him, finally some fans could not bear it, shouting at his back.

"This is the worst national team I have ever seen, and it is all thanks to you."

"If it were me, I would rather die by hitting the wall directly."

He heard the sound of the get out of class.

It's not a taste.

It was already very painful and angry, and his fans are still back?

He was shaking with anger, and with his character, how could he endure this kind of provocation.

"Fake squid!" He turned around and raised his right middle finger.

"Fake squid, Fake squid!"

Maradona is completely utterly...

The assistant coach took a look, I am grass, Nima, can you be so crazy after the game?

The game continues...

All the handsome men are crazy.

The assistant coach dragged him to prevent him from further impulses.

But the head referee ran over.

A ruby ​​card was almost attached to his forehead.

Yes,

He was expelled from the red card.

What about the ball king, contempt for discipline and rules.

Can you lose if you lose?

What's wrong with the fans...

"Fak!"

Maradona tried to break away from his assistant, and continued to swear.

But he was forcibly pushed into the player channel.

And his Argentina still has to be devastated on the court...

A generation of ball king, actually so embarrassed and lonely.

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

In the huge cheers of Chinese fans at the scene, Dong Fangzhuo was replaced by Gao Lin, and Krautchen immediately gave a warm hug.

Actually, a fan turned over the billboard, rushed into the stadium, and put a bright red national flag directly on Dong Fangzhuo.

Well, domestic athletes do this, Dong Fangzhuo accepted.

He waved his hand, and the stands were even crazier.

Thunderous applause resounded through the audience as if the game had already ended.

At this time there is only one superstar in the stadium, and that is Dong Fangzhuo.

Messi's eyes fell on Dong Fangzhuo's body, and then turned away, he took a heavy step towards the middle circle arc.

For the first time, he felt he didn't want to stand on the court so much.

too painful.

Beep,

The game continues.

Messi tried to speed up, but felt heavier, he even felt that his teammates were slower than him.

Everything became very slow.

Just three minutes is like three hours.

Buzzing,

Buzzing,

His mind was even confused, and the ball was lost at his feet. When Mascherano passed the ball to him, he was unfocused for the first time.

Zhu Ting broke the ball under his foot, and then put the ball straight forward to Gao Lin who just played.

Beep,

Offside...

Pity.

"Zhu Ting, haven't stole the teacher to the level of Dong Fangzhuo."

"But the passing consciousness is really strong."

"The third goal scored by China, Zhu Ting's passing credit is great. In fact, Zhu Ting's passing vision is very broad, that is, the passing footwork should continue to improve, and the players who have stayed abroad are different ..."

Romero took a set ball and directly kicked the ball to the Chinese team's half.

"The fourth official raised the sign and made only one minute of stoppage time."

"The referee has put his whistle to his mouth."

Beep,

Beep,

Beep ——————

"The whole game is over!"

"The Chinese team finally defeated Argentina with a big score of 5:1 and headed into the World Cup quarter-finals. The Chinese team scored by Dong Fangzhuo, Feng Renliang, Mao Jianqing and Qu Bo respectively. Argentina only scored an offside goal by Tevez. ."

"The Chinese team has once again left a strong stroke in the history of Argentine football. I believe that for a long period of time in the future, the Argentines will talk about tigers."

"This is the best result of the Chinese team in the World Cup."

"It was the last 16 in the last World Cup. At that time, the Chinese team was defeated by the French team and missed the top 8 of the World Cup. But today the Chinese team did it. Their next opponent will be the winner of the United States or Ghana."

"So, Maradona and Messi’s Argentina are going home, and the World Cup has nothing to do with them. Of course, if they want, they can stay here to watch the World Cup, but I think none of them will. ?"

"Okay, our live reporter has already started to interview Dong Fangzhuo, and now we switch the camera to them."

Dong Fangzhuo on the bench has been surrounded by Chinese journalists, and behind him, is actually a very good background.

Messi knelt on the turf, his head was almost buried in the turf, while Aguero was lying on the turf, his entire face disappeared, and Mascherano kept running between his teammates, trying to comfort They hurt their hearts.

But what does this have to do with the Chinese team?

"I'm glad we entered the quarter-finals of the World Cup." Dong Fangzhuo was full of joy, and then Zhu Ting rushed over and joined the camera.

"Hey, I said, can you not rub the camera?" Dong Fangzhuo scolded Zhu Ting and Feng Xiaoting with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, everyone should interview Zhu Ting and ask who he was showing love to last time..."

Zhu Ting hurried away.

"Don't run, is a big man still shy?"

"Where did we just say? Oh, we just defeated Argentina 5:1 and we reached the quarterfinals of the World Cup."

"Well, I don't have much to say, but I believe there will be a lot of words from other teammates and fans..."

"Do you think your second goal in the match can be compared to that of Maradona's goal of the century?"

"Of course, I think I am more beautiful."

"..."

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"Cough,"

"Cough,"

The coach Klauchen coughed several times and played with the microphone.

He smiled again, as innocent as a child.

"Hahaha,"

"Hahahaha..."

"Sorry, I'm so happy."

Klauchen stretched his neck and asked, "We really defeated Argentina? Has anyone confirmed it to me? God, I still feel very unreal."

Klauchen was amused by the laughter on the floor.

"Yes, Mr. Krauchen, your team defeated Argentina 5:1."

"5:1?"

"Not 1:5?"

There was another laugh on the floor.

"Yes, your team played a beautiful game and played a beautiful victory. How do you feel at this moment?"

"Yeah? That's how it is now... I don't know how we did it." Krauchen looked silly before he recovered his grim expression.

"Almost no one optimistic about us before the game, Alexander. Finally completed the task, I don't have to be shouted by the fans to leave the get out of class, not everyone dares to be the Chinese team coach."

Have you been called out of class by fans? Why don't we know that the reporters are stunned. But think about it, Krautchen mocked Maradona, only Maradona was called out of class by the fans.

"Mr. Krauchen~lightnovelpub.net~ It is said that you have another long contract?"

"Your information is very well-informed, yes, I think I have to work for the Chinese team for many years, maybe four years later, I will still take the team to Brazil..."

When the second round of the group stage won France, the Celestial Football Association already provided Krautchen with a new contract, which was renewed until the 2014 World Cup in Brazil. The Celestial Football Association now has 100% trust in Krautchen. The contract was originally only until 2012, but in order to prevent other teams from digging the foothills, they quickly renewed the contract.

For Klauschen, contract renewal is also the best option. No team is more suitable for him than the Chinese team.

"Mr. Clausen, what do you think of Dong Fangzhuo's historical position in the World Cup?"

"Oh, just look at his second goal and Maradona can't kick that one!"

"If Maradona's goal is the best goal of the 20th century, then Dong's goal is the best goal of the 21st century!"

(End of this chapter)