MTL - Fox in the Penalty Area-Chapter 323 die of bravery

When the Dutch team launched a counterattack, the stands were filled with boos and screams from Chinese fans:

Seeing the situation in the backcourt of the Chinese team, many people can only feel desperate.

However, after Hu Lai suddenly accelerated to catch up, many people's hearts were rekindled.

Xie Lan in the stands yelled excitedly: "Shoot him, son!"

Then she quickly changed her words: "Ah, don't shovel! Don't foul!"

Immediately afterwards, he asked himself: "But can you stop it without fouling?"

She didn't continue to fall into painful choices, because her son gave the answer-foul!

Seeing Hu Lai reach out and grab Carey's jersey tightly, Xie Lan couldn't help opening his mouth, but no more sound came out.

She hopes that her son will succeed, but she is also worried that his son will incur a yellow card for herself...

In the 52nd minute of the game, Hu Lai kicked Danny Drew from behind for a foul in the frontcourt and received a yellow card.

If you get another yellow card, you will be sent off.

Without nonsense, even if the Chinese team can reach overtime, how can they win against the Netherlands? Can it really be dragged to a penalty shootout?

Taking a step back, even if the Chinese team really eliminated the Dutch team in a penalty shootout, how would they beat Italy in the semifinals after losing Hu Lai?

Just when Xie Lan was thinking wildly, reality gave her a more brutal blow-her son's foul did not prevent the Dutch team from counterattacking!

Carey passed the football to Tesis while being pulled down!

Around Xie Lan, there were louder screams from the Chinese fans.

Their screams were like the tide of the sea.

Rise up as Tesis sends the football down the middle.

Seeing that Ding Yuanhai was still standing in the middle, he fell down.

Seeing Jaden van Bruggen leak the ball, he rose again.

Until finally Robin Feeney kicked the football into the goal of the Chinese team...

The tide went down completely.

The hearts of Chinese fans also sank to the bottom of the sea.

In the Casavala Stadium, which can accommodate 45,000 people, only the deafening cheers of the Dutch fans.

The Dutchman who scored the goal, Robin Feeney, got up from the ground and ran towards the corner flag with his arms outstretched, an expression of ecstasy on his face.

Jaden van Bruggen, who missed the ball to him, also got up from the ground and chased him.

There are many more Dutch players.

They ran all the way from the backcourt, as if they were here to celebrate.

Maxi Carey tried to get up from the ground as the football was passed to Jaden van Bruggen, but his first attempt was unsuccessful.

Because Hu Lai's hand is still holding on to his jersey... It seems that he is afraid that he will go forward and participate in the attack.

Now he knelt on one knee and turned to Hu, who was still tugging on his jersey, and said, "Stop pulling, we all scored goals."

But Hu Lai who was sitting on the ground still did not let go.

Carey raised his arm again and exerted a little force, but this time he broke free easily.

Looking back at Hu Lai who was still sitting on the ground, Kaili turned around and ran to celebrate.

In the penalty area of ​​the Chinese team, Luo Kai, who had toppled Robin Feeney but failed to stop him from scoring, lay on the ground, panting, with his chest heaving violently.

Ding Yuanhai didn't get up either.

Lin Zhiyuan lay on the ground, turned his head to look at the goal, and the football was indeed inside. So he turned his head back again and buried his face in the grass.

When the football flew into the goal, Zhou Zijing had just run across the middle circle. Seeing the ball lost, he stopped and stood there blankly.

Then he heard a sudden cry of pain from beside him.

He turned his head to follow the prestige, and found Xia Xiaoyu was not far from him, sat down again, and hugged his right leg with both hands—it was the leg he had cramp just now.

After running back with a limp, he had another cramp.

Zhou Zijing hurriedly went to press his legs.

In front of the Dutch coach's bench on the sidelines, head coach Josef Drost embraced his coaches. The substitute Dutch players have left the bench in a swarm, rushed to the corner flag area of ​​the Chinese team, and celebrated with their teammates on the field.

They passed the deadly Chinese bench.

The substitute players of the Chinese team who couldn't help but stand and watch the game before are either standing dumbfounded or squatting on the ground.

Head coach Jorge Dillon didn't say anything about the loss at the last moment. He kept the posture just now and stood on the sidelines.

Behind him are the coaches with their heads in their hands.

In the stands not far behind the Chinese team's bench, Wang Guangwei tightly gripped the iron railing with his hands until his knuckles turned white, making a "creaking" sound.

Around him are the lamentations of the Chinese team staff.

He actually never regretted the handball foul against England.

Because without that handball foul, the Chinese team wouldn't even be where they are today.

But now he really feels very reconciled...

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"Watch out for the Dutch counterattack!"

"Nonsense! He brought Kyrie down! But Kyrie has already passed the football!"

"Tersis! Cross!"

"Dangerous! Dangerous!"

"Van Bruggen... leaked!"

"Finny! Ah—"

"well!"

He Feng and Yan Kang sighed heavily at the same time after seeing the football fly into the goal.

Then He Feng remembered his duty, endured the pain and said:

"The Chinese team...the Chinese team finally conceded the ball...At the last moment of the game, after the corner kick was taken, the Dutch team counterattacked..."

Then he felt that his throat was tight, and he couldn't speak much.

Everyone in front of the TV was also speechless.

Every fan, even non-fans who don't usually watch football, saw this scene very clearly.

At this time, if the ball is lost, it will be difficult for the Chinese team to pull it back.

Because... there is no time!

Eight minutes of stoppage time, it stands to reason that at 98 minutes, the game should be over.

Because of Xia Xiaoyu's cramps and other dead ball situations, the referee gave some stoppage time as appropriate.

It is impossible to make up for stoppage time in accordance with the regular time for stoppage time, and make up for as many minutes as there are missing minutes.

Basically, if you can give two minutes, it's almost over.

So the Chinese team lost the ball in 100 minutes, which means that they may not have a chance to kick-off, and the game will end.

Even if the referee didn't directly blow the whistle for the end of the game, it is estimated that the Chinese team just kicked out the football and the game ended.

Therefore, the Chinese team lost.

"Woo..."

There was a whimper in the living room.

From Jiang Yin.

When the others were silent, she couldn't help crying.

Before this World Cup, she was not a fan and hardly ever watched football matches.

It can be said that it is precisely because of this World Cup that she gradually entered the football world, tried to watch games, and discussed football with others.

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She has begun to become a "football fan".

But as a new fan, she may not be able to accept the cruelty of the football world.

Obviously I worked so hard, and I was awarded a last-minute penalty against England before, but I still managed to turn defeat into victory...

But why?

Why can't it work this time?

Hearing the crying, everyone turned to look at her, including Yan Yan.

Jiang Yin choked up and asked Yan Yan: "Brother Yan... tell me, Hu Lai can still... can he score in the middle circle to tie the score?"

Faced with this problem, Yan Yan, who always said "you can always trust nonsense", did not speak, but reached out and hugged the girl's shoulders that kept shrugging from crying.

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"stand up!"

In this game, Zhang Qinghuan, who replaced Wang Guangwei and wore the captain's armband, yelled at his teammates lying on the ground.

"The game isn't over yet! The referee hasn't blown his whistle yet! Maybe there's still a chance!"

Amidst his shouts, Luo Kai, who was lying on the ground, stood up and turned to look at the referee.

It turns out he didn't blow the final whistle!

"As long as the game is not over at this time, don't give up!"

Zhang Qinghuan continued to shout like a real captain.

At present, he is the oldest and most experienced player on the field, and he is indeed qualified to be the captain.

"Brother Huan is right!" Hu Lai also stepped forward and shouted to the frustrated everyone. "No matter how long it takes, let's fight them!"

"How do you spell it?" Zhou Zijing asked Xia Xiaoyu after pulling him up from the ground.

"When we kick off, everyone will rush forward at the same time, as far as they can. Leave behind...leave Lin Zhiyuan." Hu said.

Hearing what he said, everyone turned their gazes over, among them Lin Zhiyuan pointed at himself in surprise: "Me?"

"Don't stand in front of the goal, Xiao Linzi." Hu Lai said to him, "You just stand behind the center circle, when I pass the football back to you, you kick the football forward with a goal kick .”

Lin Zhiyuan did not express any objection to Hu Lai's outrageous idea, he simply nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Hu Lai said to the others: "I will kick-off with Elbow in the center circle, and you all stand on the center line. After the referee blows his whistle, rush forward in a swarm. This is the only possible way I can think of." The way to quickly hit the ball to the front of the Dutch team's penalty area."

"I think it's okay." Zhang Qinghuan, as the captain, stood up and expressed support for Hu Lai.

Others have no objection.

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The Dutch team finally ended their wild celebrations and returned to their own half.

The referee didn't blow the end-of-game whistle as they celebrated.

In his opinion, as long as the stoppage time is not completely over, he cannot blow the whistle.

At the same time, the players of the Chinese team have already stood in their positions, waiting for the kick-off.

It's just that their positions have attracted the attention of others.

There was a commotion in the commentary booth.

"The Chinese team is..."

"Why is their goalkeeper so far ahead? Isn't he keeping the goal?"

"Wow! All the members of the Chinese team are standing on the center line, and the only one behind is the goalkeeper! This is really rare!"

He Feng and Yan Kang, who were still sad and painful about the Chinese team's lore before, were shocked when they saw this wonderful scene.

The two of them looked at each other in the commentary booth.

Then He Feng raised his voice, cheered up his mood and tone and said: "Although they suffered a lore at the last moment of the game, the boys of the Chinese team did not give up! They are still preparing to fight to the death! This scene is really shocking! I I think no matter what the final result of the game is, just this scene will let me see the future hope of Chinese football!"

Yan Kang echoed loudly: "Yes! They have been driven to a desperate situation, and even fell off the cliff. These guys, even though they are in the air with nowhere to rely on, are still trying to save themselves...they never give up! No surrender! They...showed the courage of Chinese football to the world!"

Can the Chinese team's desperate stance be able to tie the Netherlands again?

Neither of them really had hope.

But they are still very exciting.

as they say.

They saw the courage and hope of Chinese football.

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The players from both sides had already stood up. Although the players of the Dutch team were a little surprised by the positions of the players of the Chinese team, they were only surprised by Lin Zhiyuan's position.

Unexpectedly, as a goalkeeper, Lin Zhiyuan didn't just stay in front of the goal, but ran behind the center circle instead.

But they also know what the Chinese team will do next.

Hu Lai stood in the middle circle and said to Zhou Zijing: "Kick the football forward in a while, and run away after kicking, leave me alone."

Zhou Zijing nodded: "Okay."

Then Hu Lai looked up at the goal of the Dutch team.

Toni Schulman was found standing honestly on the goal line.

He really wanted to complain: Don't be so nervous, I can't drive and hang up anymore...

After everyone was ready, the referee blew his whistle.

Zhou Zijing quickly kicked the football out gently.

At the same time, all the Chinese players on the center line rushed into the Dutch half and ran towards their penalty area!

It's like a decisive charge!

Hu Lai stepped into the half of the Dutch team, knocked the football out of Zhou Zijing, turned around and passed it behind him.

Pass it to Lin Zhiyuan!

After Lin Zhiyuan received the ball, he raised his big feet and prepared to kick the ball!

But at this moment, the strictly punctual referee blew his whistle.

One sound.

Lin Zhiyuan's foot kicked the football out.

Twice.

The players of the Chinese team continued to rush forward, no one stopped and ignored the whistle.

Three times.

Luo Kai jumped up and tried to push the football towards the center.

But he missed the ball.

Lin Zhiyuan's kick was too big, and the football flew out of the sideline from a height of about ten centimeters above Luo Kai's head...

After the whistle, Rokai lost his balance and fell to the ground amidst the huge cheers of the Dutch fans. This time he did not get up again.

The other players who were sprinting also stopped.

Some people propped their hands on their knees, lunged forward, panting heavily.

Someone is prostrate on the turf.

Others collapsed to the ground.

The Dutch players cheered around them, raised their hands and knelt, thanking God.

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The Dutch commentator shouted excitedly in the commentary booth and shook his fist vigorously: "The game is over! The game is over! With the goal in the 100th minute, we beat the Chinese team! This is an amazing victory! The Netherlands The team moves on!"

He looked excited, as if the Dutch team won not a quarter-final, but a final...

But no one would laugh at him for making a fuss, especially after the 17 minutes after the Chinese team equalized the score.

Anyone will agree that the victory of this game is hard-won for the Dutch team.

The Dutch fans in the stands, besides cheering, also had a kind of "survival after disaster" luck.

They looked up to the sky and screamed, and vigorously waved their fists, and everything that could be waved in their hands.

Others covered their faces with their hands, wept with joy, and hugged each other with their loved ones or strangers.

This scene is not unfamiliar to Chinese fans, because three days ago, they were also part of the cheering, celebrating and hugging.

But now, they can only stand in the stands dumbfounded, looking at the stadium with pained, numb and disappointed expressions.

The joy and pain brought to them by football are only three days apart.

Not just the Chinese fans at the scene.

Most of the Chinese fans in front of the screen watched in silence the cheering Dutch players and the crying Chinese players.

Failure used to be the main theme of Chinese football. Every Chinese fan hated failure very much, but had to accept failure again and again.

But this time, when they faced the failure of the Chinese team, many people did not curse.

They are just sad.

He Feng's hoarse voice sounded in the live broadcast:

"The game is over, the game is over... The last quarter-final of this World Cup is over. Audience friends, just like the quarter-finals, the Chinese team also encountered a crisis at the last moment of the game, but it is the same as three days ago The difference is that this time we failed to create another miracle and win the game...

"Maybe success in life is only temporary, and failure is the main theme. But how to face failure divides people into different looks. Some people will be crushed by failure, while others can keep getting up and moving forward …Friends, have you seen the last collective charge of the Chinese team? I think this is the answer given by the boys of the Chinese team when they faced failure!"

When the scene of the Chinese team players crying bitterly appeared on the live broadcast, Yan Kang's equally hoarse voice interjected:

"The Chinese team faced a lot of difficulties in this game. The main central defender was injured more than 20 minutes after the game started. We lost a captain before the game started. Almost everyone was injured. The physical fitness was almost exhausted after continuous fighting... But none of these difficulties knocked down the boys of our national team!

"From the equalizer to the last moment of the game, we didn't back down, conservative, and didn't mean to keep the tie and play overtime. Some people will definitely say why we didn't keep the tie and play overtime? I think it may be because of the players of our national team They really think that we can win, and they don't feel that they are inferior to the Dutch team... This kind of belief is the most important, and this courage should not be criticized and ridiculed!"

In the World Cup four years ago, after the Chinese team drew with Brazil 3:3 in the last game, both He Feng and Yan Kang saw the Chinese team off with smiles.

It's also going home, this time they can't laugh anymore...

Because they all have more expectations and visions for this team.

He Feng took the conversation and continued:

"It's time to say goodbye to this team that has given us so much joy. Thanks to the boys of the Chinese team! What you have shown us in this World Cup is beyond imagination. More and better than we hope you can do! When you go home, you don't have to hang your head down, and you don't have to cry like this. You are the well-deserved heroes in the hearts of all those who love Chinese football!

"Victory and defeat are unpredictable, and shame is a man. The children of Jiangdong are so talented, and it is unknown to come back! Goodbye, Chinese team, goodbye. Let us make a comeback in the China World Cup four years later!"

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The figure of Wang Guangwei appeared on the TV screen. He was wearing the unified sports uniform of the Chinese team and came to the stadium from the stands.

As the captain of the Chinese team, he is comforting his teammates one by one.

Give them a hug, a pat on the shoulder, a pat on the back, or a pat on the head.

When he met Luo Kai, he still hugged Luo Kai in his arms and kept talking.

And Luo Kai lowered his head and covered his face, crying very sadly.

In the noisy scene, the voice of the Japanese commentator was slightly distorted:

"...the last Asian team in this World Cup is eliminated...China's team stopped in the quarter-finals, which is their best result in the history of World Cup participation. If you don't count the South Korean team in 2002, this is also an Asian team. The team's best result in World Cup history, they tied the 2002 Japan team...

"But I think at this moment, in China, not many people will be happy for what they have achieved, because even I feel sorry for them... Facing the stronger Dutch team, the Chinese team showed the world The tenacity and courage of the East Asian teams... China, the giant dragon, has opened its eyes!"

Only then did Mom notice that the house was already bright. She turned her head to look at the window. The sky was bright outside, and the golden sunlight was driving away the darkness, covering almost the entire sky.

"Ah, it's dawn!"

She sighed softly~www.novelbuddy.com~ Junpei Morikawa next to him was unmoved, still looking at the TV screen, the tears on his face were shining brightly against the rising sun outside the window.

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PS, no more.

All the games of this China World Cup are finished.

The seventh volume is also coming to an end.

Next is the last volume.

The saved manuscript is completely gone—this chapter was written at 5:30 this morning, and I was still revising it ten minutes before everyone saw this chapter. But the time is short, and there is no way to check the typos carefully. If you see a typo or a sentence that is not smooth, please leave a message in the chapter, and I will modify it as soon as I see it.

After I finish updating this volume, give me a few more days to save the manuscript and update it again...

This last volume will not be too long, about 300,000 to 400,000 words, just for one World Cup.

Finish the book when you're done.

If all goes well, it should end in March of this year.

Slow down and maybe go in April.

It's unlikely to finish sooner in February, because I really can't write that fast...

Thank you for your understanding and support!

Thanks!