After experiencing the madness of two goals in two minutes in the second half, Long Shute seemed to have fallen into silence under the strict defense of the Netherlands.

For a full forty minutes, the most he did was to speed up and run three steps, throw away Blind half of his body, catch the ball and pass the ball, and then be surrounded by three big men again and fall into silence again.

Although he never really stopped, this method undoubtedly saved some energy.

In addition, in order to defend him, Blinder and the other three almost gave up participating in the team offense. The Netherlands' offensive was greatly reduced, and the Chinese team's defensive tasks were much easier. Long Shute didn't need to run all over the field to check for missing outings for his teammates.

It was not until the last five minutes that Long Shute, who had been resting for 40 minutes, turned on the engine again and hung on the fifth gear, becoming a roaring red train.

He dragged down Stroman and Sim Dejong with three minutes of running, and then took eight seconds to resolve the battle.

In the first second, he led Blind to disrupt Luke DeJong's catch rhythm.

The second second, Zhao Xuri, who was waiting for the rabbit, stole the ball.

In the third second, Zhao Xuri found Hao Junmin.

In the fourth second, Hao Junmin passed the Dutch defense line behind.

In the fifth second, Long Shute completed the offside, and in the next three seconds, he could even slow down, pull the football across the penalty area, completely shake Steglenborg and throw the center of gravity, and then easily score into the single shot.

When Steglenberg pounded the sod in front of the goal in depression, Long Shute had turned and left.

The new player of the Chinese team was pointing at Hao Junmin who gave him a long pass and showed a bright smile.

"Can you get in too tmd?" Hao Junmin picked him up high, "I'm convinced!"

Zhao Xuri also slapped him on the butt: "Are you a rabbit boy? You run so fast!"

Long Shute laughed: "I am a horse!"

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"My God..."

Lang Guangjun opened his mouth wide and couldn't help but swear:

"Is this tmd still human?!"

Liu Jian took a tissue and wiped his eyes secretly.

Although he is only 18 years old, he has no hope for the smell of Chinese football.

But Long Shute's appearance rekindled a glimmer of hope for countless fans who saw through the world like him.

It was as if I saw the firefly in the darkness, although it was weak, but... I still felt warm after all.

Even in a dream, it is always much better than a pitch-black ball.

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"When the Dutch thought that their three-person double-team could limit Long Shute, the Chinese young players told them how outrageous they were wrong..."

Liu Jianhong became passionate:

"He transformed into a red dragon, turning the entire arena upside down! Those young players from the Netherlands can only give in under his might!"

Commentary guest Xu Yang finally put down his negative views and nodded repeatedly to the replayed image:

"Long Shute's personal abilities are absolutely unattainable in this national team. Even when facing European strong teams, his speed and physical strength can play a huge role. I think that if Gao Hongbo has long-term ideas, he can rebuild the tactical system around Long Shute after the Asian Cup. He is only 20 years old and has at least ten years to serve as the core of the team..."

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"md, why can't we take Longshen as the core now?"

Lang Guangjun was a little dissatisfied. Every word of this commentary made him angry.

Liu Jian explained to him: "There is only one and a half months left in the Asian Cup, and it is too urgent to change the tactics. Moreover, the players of the Chinese national football team do not have any tactical qualities. If you ask them to learn a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west, it is better to let them learn nothing..."

Lang Guangjun suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, you're so right..."

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"Drip, drip, drip!"

After this goal, the referee quickly blew the whistle to the end of the game.

Both sides did not get an absolute chance in the final injury stoppage time, and the three-to-three score remained until the end.

Long Shute still has a lot of physical strength, but the Netherlands was almost blocking him with a human wall in the last few minutes. Blind wanted to hold his thigh and drag it to the ground. No matter how fast he was, he could only roll to the ground with his friends.

"Daly, if you dare to pull me like this in the World Cup, I will definitely drag you to death on the ground!"

He pulled Blind up and warned viciously.

Brinde spat: "World Cup? I'm looking forward to that day!"

"You kid... you are really a madman!" Dezewu, who had already changed his clothes, ran up and slapped Long Shute on the back. "Luckily, I've already gotten out at that time, otherwise I would be really embarrassing!"

Steglenberg also ran up with a grin: "You bastard, do you know how much effort we have put in to deal with you? You can't understand our hard work?"

Long Shute smiled and said, "I heard that you made a passionate declaration before the game? You said you wanted to tear me to pieces? And you wanted to lower your proud head?"

"Hahaha, this, I can't blame me for this. Loyalty and righteousness cannot be achieved. You have not given any affection at all. I have let my brother score three times in a row?"

The Dutch goal god immediately admitted his conscience. While gently patting Long Shute's shoulder, he glared at Brinde: "It must be your kid's secret!"

"Dragon!" Wijnaldum also ran over, handing over his wet jersey, "Can you exchange it with me?"

Seeing the young player who was half a year younger than him looking at him with admiration, how could Long Shute bear to refuse? He immediately took off his jersey and handed it to the happy other party.

Brind quit: "Joel, how can you grab my jersey! This is what I booked!"

Wijnaldum rolled his eyes and ignored him at all.

Who doesn’t know that you, Daly Blind and Long Shute, are the closest roommates. Not to mention a jersey, you can even grab his underwear!

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A warm-up match that does not have much attention from foreign media, and the press conference is of no significance.

But Chinese public opinion became lively.

Those who had previously advocated that "Longshute is the savior" began to be proud of their wise predictions, while those who insisted that "even God cannot save Chinese football" refuted it with "This is a warm-up match, and the Netherlands obviously lets the waters go."

But no matter how you refute, in front of the video of Long Shute's three goals, they can only admit: "From personal ability, Long Shute is definitely a superstar that has never appeared in the Chinese national team."

"With his strength, if he is in the Netherlands, Germany, Italy, and Argentina, he might really have the chance to win the World Cup with the team, and even Portugal and England have this possibility. Unfortunately... he joined the Chinese team..."

So, the trolls who had previously criticized him for forgetting his ancestors and selling his country for glory began to criticize him for being blind, destroying his future, and seeking death...

Anyway, you can be hacked.

Of course, Long Shute ignored these boring voices.

Since he has chosen the national team, he has no room for regret.

FIFA will not allow him to make another choice.
Chapter completed!