Seeing the referee award a penalty kick to the Iranian team, Zeng Zheng's eyes nearly bulged out.

It’s not just Zeng Zheng.

Everyone on the coaching bench realized the seriousness and rushed to the sidelines.

Fans from both sides in the stands also went crazy.

The entire Azadi Stadium was in a state of excitement.

"grass!"

"Did I really get it right?"

"Did you really bribe the referee?"

"I still remember that I didn't give you a red card before!"

"Give the Iranian team another penalty kick now?"

"You look too ugly when you eat, don't you?!"

Zeng Zheng was so angry that he jumped to his feet.

But there was no one around him who could let him vent.

The linesman had already realized how scary he was and stayed far away.

The fourth official also hid behind the crowd like a shrunken turtle.

"Oh?"

"That's not good!"

“It turned out to be a penalty kick!”

Huang Jianxiang's voice was also full of surprise.

"Li Weifeng did a good job with this goal. His arm did not leave his body. How can it be counted as a penalty kick?"

In the slow-motion replay, Aziz's cross hit Li Weifeng's outturned elbow and changed direction.

Although Li Weifeng's hands were not behind his back at that time, his arms were not spread out.

It can be said that this is also a standard arm fit.

But even so, the referee still awarded the home team a penalty kick without mercy.

After Zeng Zheng cursed on the sidelines to no avail, he raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the VIP stands.

"I heard that for this competition, people from Yazhu Curtain and International Pearl Curtain are here?"

While other colleagues were still shouting about injustice, Zeng Zheng took the lead to calm down and muttered to himself.

"That's not surprising."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Recalling the results of the top ten draw, Zeng Zheng suddenly understood what happened today.

This has been happening since the Big Ten tournament draw.

The Chinese team is the only one in Asia, which has created a "sense of crisis" for Yazhulian, which has always pursued a policy of containing things from the east to the west.

First, they "arranged" West Asia's richest man, Saudi Arabia, to "walk out", and then arranged for Iran, a powerful enemy, to be a stumbling block for the Chinese team.

In order to free up Iran to deal with the Chinese team, even Iraq was assigned to another group.

In addition, the referee's penalty today was obviously biased towards the home team.

Yazhu Lian's thoughts are like Sima Zhao's thoughts, everyone knows them!

After thinking about it, Zeng Zheng's mood immediately calmed down.

He sighed and smiled bitterly to himself.

"Boss Zeng, there is obviously something wrong with this referee!"

I didn't notice it for most of the game, and ended up stumbling on the Chinese team at the last minute.

Han Tao was so angry that his chest kept heaving.

I wish I could have Zeng Zheng report this matter to Yazhu Lian immediately.

"Xiao Tao, forget it."

Zeng Zheng replied lazily.

"Eh? Boss Zeng, what's wrong with you? This is not your character! Do you want to let them go like this? This is a slam dunk for us! If this penalty kick is scored..."

Seeing Zeng Zheng suddenly "shrinking his head" at this moment, Han Tao looked confused.

"I remember what the leader said."

Zeng Zheng said slowly, "All reactionaries are paper tigers..."

The leader said that the reactionaries are paper tigers.

Think carefully about the Chinese team’s experience in participating in the World Cup in previous years.

It's not so much the last resort of the boss, it's better to say that I don't have the strength yet!

Thinking about it on the other hand, if you have absolute strength, what if you make a "mistake" in one or two places?

A strong person has to make many more trials and errors than a weak person!

"Let him be!"

Zeng Zheng closed his eyes and even sang a southern tune.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided..."

At this moment, another roar came from the Azadi Stadium.

This time, it was more like a cry.

Before Zeng Zheng could open his eyes, he heard Han Tao shouting in his ear.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Zengtou, Zengtouer!!!"

"Pounced out! Pounced out!"

"Ou Chuliang saved the ball!!!"

Zeng Zheng opened his eyes.

He saw Ou Chuliang being hugged by the players in front of the goal, then he looked at the ball that had already rolled out of the baseline, and then he looked at Alidai who was kneeling in front of the penalty spot, burying his face in his hands.

I couldn’t help but complain:

"MD, the Iranian team is a sham, and the opportunities given to you are useless!"

"Can't even score a penalty kick?"

"Trash, fuck!"

Later, Zeng Zheng looked at the red flag that was dancing in the wind, and couldn't help but sigh:
Chapter completed!