The people standing in front of them were not General Fan and Zhang Huahua either.

It was not Qi Yousheng who was shouting anxiously on the sidelines.

This is a brand new Chinese team!

This is a Chinese team that bursts with vitality under Zeng Zheng's training!

It is such a Chinese team that won consecutive victories in the Asian Games and reached the semi-finals of the Asian Games.

Facing Iran, the strongest opponent in this competition, they still led by one goal after 90 minutes of fierce battle.

Such teammates, such coach.

It made Ou Chuliang feel inexplicably at ease.

"Coach Zeng, he's a magical coach!" Ou Chuliang's mood was tentative.

Zeng Zheng's arrangements are not over yet.

Under Zeng Zheng's shouting, the other forward Sun Zhi also completely gave up the counterattack.

He came behind the wall of people and waded on the ground next to everyone's heels.

"Did you lose your brain by playing soccer?"

As soon as Sun Zhi lay down, Zeng Zheng's scolding sounded in his ears.

"Turn your face away!"

"If I kick you in the face, how will I explain it to your parents?"

Hearing Zeng Zheng's curse, Sun Zhi quickly turned around and faced Ou Chuliang.

Before he could awkwardly greet Ou Chuliang with a smile, Zeng Zheng's subwoofer sounded again.

"Cover the back of your head!"

"It's not possible to have children and grandchildren, and it's even more impossible to turn into a vegetative state!"

After hearing Zeng Zheng's scolding, Sun Zhi put his hands on the back of his head in embarrassment.

In this way, he is not afraid of Iran's free kicks hitting him anywhere.

"Coach Zeng is so thoughtful! He looks more like a goalkeeper than me!"

Seeing this battle, Ou Chuliang shook his head and sighed.

I saw that the Chinese team was perfectly organized in front of the goal.

The Iranian players who were discussing how to play in front of the ball couldn't help but frown.

What are the Chinese players doing?

How could a Great Wall made of human flesh be built in just ten seconds?

Not only air defense, but also tunnel digging?

The two Iranian players did not expect to kick the ground ball.

But now, it's too late for them to think about it.

"Yao Li, let me guard the middle. Sun Zhi is not long enough. Don't turn your head away. Look straight ahead."

"Except for Yao Li, everyone else jumped up for me immediately!"

"My head is open, I will pay for your treatment!"

"Brother Ou, pay special attention to the near post. The two guys on the opposite side may kick into a blind corner."

"The last thing is that the opponent may not shoot directly!"

"You all, keep an eye on me."

"If you ask anyone to catch the ball in the penalty area, I will fire you when I get back!!!"

Zeng Zheng's curses were vulgar and vulgar, but to Ou Chuliang's ears, they were like a breath of fresh air and he didn't feel disgusted at all.

Maybe this is the "regional talent" of Northeastern people!

Ou Chuliang struck each other with fists and palms.

At this moment, he found that his lead-filled legs seemed to have regained their vitality.

bring it on!

motor!

Let our grudges be understood at this moment!

Whoosh!!!

In the blink of an eye, Madavecchia ran to the ball and made an arc.

Just as Zeng Zheng expected.

He didn't try to kick the ball over the jumping wall.

Instead, he kicked the ball toward Yao Li, the only player on the team who was wary of ground balls.

Yao Li didn't jump, the ball flew past his scalp and went straight to the blind spot of the goal's near post.

"I saw!"

Ou Chuliang's eyes lit up.

This time, he clearly saw the motor's ball path.

The shooting star turned into a shadow in the air.

Cameras of this era could not capture the movement of the ball at all.

The camera can't do it, but Ou Chuliang can!

He took a step sideways and jumped up with all his might.

In the blink of an eye, the ball without any rotation appeared right above his head.

"Enough, enough..."

“It must be reached!!!”

Ou Chuliang shouted in his heart.

At this moment, Ou Chuliang once again resented his altitude.

If it were just one centimeter, one centimeter higher, countless saves could have changed the outcome.

Seeing the ball flying toward the far end of his fingertips, Ou Chuliang felt extremely discouraged.

At this moment, a burst of cheering suddenly sounded from the stands.

"China team, come on, China team, come on!!!"

After hearing the sound of cheering, a brand new power burst out from Ou Chuliang's body.

The whole body becomes lighter.

"Pfft~~~"

A soft sound.

At the last moment, Ou Chuliang's index finger on his right hand just hit the ball directly below.

boom!!!

There was a muffled sound in front of the Chinese team's gate.

Everyone saw that Ou Chuliang's head hit the pillar when he landed without any preparation.

And the ball he pushed towards the crossbar also soared into the sky.

"Fuck! The first point! The first point!!!"

Without waiting for Zeng Zheng's order, the three players immediately ran in front of Ou Chuliang and surrounded the ball's landing spot.

Zheng Zhi rubbed the back of his head hard and pushed the ball out of the penalty area.

"Ou Chuliang jumped!!!"

"Ou Chuliang saved Madavecchia's shot!!!" At this moment, Huang Jianxiang's excited roar sounded through the microphone again.

"Ou Chuliang! It's Ou Chuliang again!!!"

Huang Jianxiang's cheers were heard not only in front of the television and radio.

“OU of the Chinese team!”

“OU saved Iran’s last shot!”

The commentator at the scene also shouted Ou Chuliang's name over and over again in his broken Chinese.

Madavecchia stood there with his hands on his waist and looked helplessly in front of the Chinese team's goal.

From this moment on.
Chapter completed!