Chapter 926 A Slap in the Face, This Is a Reward for Argentina

Chapter 935 A slap in the face, this is a reward for Argentina

"Mao Jianqing!"

"Mao Jianqing!"

Dong Fangzhuo's super long direct pass passed through the midfield, passed through the open space between Demichelis and Otamendi, and went straight into Argentina's left hinterland.

It was too sudden and completely unprepared.

No one expected that Messi would lose the ball, and that Dong Fangzhuo would chase back and steal the ball from Messi's feet, let alone that Dong Fangzhuo would pass the ball from such a long distance!

This requires very precise footwork and very hard toes!

but now,

It has become a reality.

When Mao Jianqing turned around, Otamendi also turned around, but he would definitely not be able to play as a winger if he turned around passively. Counting on Demichelis to double attack?

Useless.

The ball landed at Mao Jianqing's feet as if it was alive. This time Mao Jianqing chose to hit the lower right corner of the goal!

With a push from the arch of his right foot, Romero fell down, but he couldn't make the save!

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is in!"

"Mao Jianqing!"

"Mao Jianqing!"

"4:1!"

"4:1!"

"The Chinese team leads Argentina 4:1!"

"The arrogant Maradona and the Argentine team were humiliated 4:1 by the Chinese team. Mao Jianqing's goal let people all over the world know that the Chinese team has the ability to defeat all opponents and ravage all opponents! Argentina can get out!"

Although the game was only in the 71st minute and there were nearly 20 minutes left before the end of the game, Huang Jianxiang had already arrogantly shouted for Argentina to get out.

With a three-goal lead, can Argentina still make a comeback?

Ghost letter!

This is the World Cup quarter-finals,

This is not an exercise or a friendly match. The Chinese team, which has a three-goal lead, will defend its lead to the death.

"Qu, go and make a substitution!" Krauchen waved with a smile on the sidelines, asking Qu Bo to quickly replace Feng Renliang. No matter how calm he was, he couldn't control his excitement.

Damn it, if I can’t win this game, I’ll chop it up!

Although Krauchen is very old and his diao no longer has any practical function, it still has the function of peeing...

Qu Bo stood on the edge of the court, his eyes full of expectation.

In 2001, he once represented the Chinese Youth Team in a match against the Argentine Chinese Youth Team. At that time, they lost 1:2, and he scored the goal for the Chinese team. Now, he represents the Chinese team again, and the score is actually China. The team led 4:1, it was like a dream.

He hugged Feng Renliang and immediately ran to his place happily.

Maybe I can score another goal. I'm dreaming back to 9 years ago.

In Argentina's current situation, they must attack aggressively. It's not surprising that the Chinese team scored one by sneak attack. Didn't they already score four goals?

woo woo woo woo,

woo woo woo woo,

The damn vuvuzela resounded throughout the entire stadium. For the Chinese fans, it was an extremely sweet sound of nature, but for the Argentinian fans, it was simply a death-inducing suona sound.

It makes people confused, anxious and distracted.

1:4, can we still equalize the score?

Even the Argentinian players on the field didn't believe it. Messi walked to the center circle dejectedly, completely forgetting that he was the captain of Argentina on the field. At this time, he should inspire his teammates and ask them not to give up, although it is not very practical.

The behavior of Aguero and Palermo is not much better. Each has his own thoughts and goes his own way. This is no longer something to be rushed about.

Maybe it’s just Maradona who’s jumping up and down. He’s completely embarrassed. Maybe he can’t score another goal to save some face?

It's a pity that he has used up three substitutions in one go, and these three substitutions seem to have no effect.

Many Argentinian fans in the stands have shed tears, and this time they are purely crying for Argentina. The younger children almost burst into tears, the female fans buried their heads on the men's shoulders, the older fans had a look of vicissitudes of life and sadness, and even the strong male fans had tense faces. .

This is a ridiculous and incomprehensible score.

The time quickly ran to the 75th minute, and Dong Fangzhuo was brought down by Pastore in the midfield.

The Chinese team hesitantly made substitution adjustments. Krauchen first pushed Hao Junmin into the substitution area, but the substitution sign read Shao Jiayi's number, and then called Shao Jiayi over.

The referee immediately stopped the game, jogged over, and then ruthlessly gave Krauchen a yellow card.

Old man, do you think I don't know you're stalling for time?

Krauchen did not put up any resistance, but smiled.

"Krauchen spread his hands and smiled. He was probably happy. This was the first yellow card in his career..."

"I don't care about you. You are a stupid referee. We are winning the ball. I am happy..."

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"another one."

"Brothers, let's find a way to get another one in."

"Today is a great day. Four is not enough. We'd better give them a slap in the face. Six or six will do the trick. There's still time, so let's hurry up!"

Captain Zheng Zhi finally spoke...

Looks like he got high too?

Messi and the others don't understand Chinese. If they could, they would definitely vomit blood on the spot, otherwise they would chase Zheng Zhi and the others with machetes.

That's too much. You've gone too far.

We are Argentina!

On Argentina's bench, Gustavo and the others held their chins listlessly, watching the game feebly.

Sitting there for more than seventy minutes, I witnessed with my own eyes a humiliation and a disastrous defeat for Argentina.

Maradona's tactics are bullshit.

Many substitute players began to grow dissatisfied with Maradona.

What a bullshit style of play, it doesn’t look like Argentina from beginning to end.

Gustavo saw Messi get the ball again, and then tried to get rid of the Chinese players' defense, then barely completed the shot, and finally gave the ball to China.

Not long after, Messi made a comeback again. The ball was still at his feet. He dribbled the ball along the line of the penalty area, then hit the goal with his left foot, and the ball flew out of the baseline again...

Time passed by a lot again, and finally came to the 80th minute, leaving less and less time for the Argentine team.

"In 10 minutes, Argentina needed to get three goals back, but is that possible?"

"We are ready to celebrate, and we want to celebrate unbridled..."

The Chinese team began to intentionally retreat back, giving space to Argentina, and the defense started from the half court.

Although they only came on the scene in the second half, Palermo and Pastore seemed to be taking a walk, not fighting at all.

No way, the ball basically didn't come to their feet.

It wasn't until the 86th minute that Pastore got the ball once on the left wing, but this time he did not cross the middle, but immediately sent the ball to the Chinese team's penalty area.

With a whoosh, the ball he passed was so cunning and urgent that Li Weifeng actually failed to touch the ball, and Palermo's bald head hit him.

Snapped!

The ball hit the Chinese team's goal directly.

Zeng Cheng lifted the ball with one hand and the ball flew out of the baseline.

"You are so brave, Zeng Cheng. Your reaction to this ball was too fast, but fortunately Palermo hit it a little straight, otherwise it would have been really dangerous."

Corner kick!

"It should have been played like this a long time ago. It was a waste of Argentina's high center forwards. Whether it is Higuain or Palermo, they have the ability to threaten the Chinese team's goal in the penalty area, but there are very few balls passed into the penalty area. Some People prefer to rush around outside the penalty area and get nothing."

On the Argentinian sports station, Ortega asked again with a strong critical tone.

"When in the history of Argentine football have centers been ignored? Is it too late to remember their existence now?"

Bang, Pastore took a corner kick on the left, and he once again sent the ball over Palermo's head.

This time Palermo was not so comfortable. Li Weifeng and Feng Xiaoting attacked at the same time, but Palermo still touched the ball and the ball flew straight to the back point.

Rodriguez turned sideways and volleyed under Zhu Ting's interference!

The ball hit Zhu Ting's thigh and went out of the baseline...

Still a corner kick.

"well!"

"If only there were more opportunities like this!"

Demichelis and Otamendi couldn't help it anymore, and both rushed into the Chinese team's penalty area, with only Burdisso trailing behind.

There is no way, Argentina needs to score goals, even if there is only a glimmer of hope left, they still want to score goals.

beep,

Pastore takes another corner kick.

The ball quickly fell into the Chinese team's penalty area, so close to the goalkeeper that everyone could take off.

Although Zeng Cheng was not tall, he still attacked resolutely, raised his hands high, and firmly grabbed the ball.

"Zeng Cheng!"

Dong Fangzhuo rushed out of the penalty area with a whoosh.

Zeng Cheng threw the ball at his feet with his big hands.

At the same time, Qu Bo ejected from the right side of the penalty area without stopping at all.

Burdisso was shocked because he had already passed the Chinese team's half. Qu Bo's speed was too fast and he ran behind him all of a sudden. There was no such thing as offside!

In order to seize the time to counterattack and avoid Mascherano's block, Dong Fangzhuo did not wait for the ball to land and volleyed directly with his right foot!

Don't underestimate Dong Fangzhuo's footwork. Each of his footwork is not casual. Even if it is a volley pass, it is intentional to move the ball in the direction of Qu Bo.

call,

The ball crossed the Chinese team's half and landed just in front of the center line.

Snap, it bounced up quickly after landing.

Crossing the midline, I seemed to see myself at the age of 20, a boy chasing the wind, chasing the ball, happily heading towards the opponent's city...

There were no teammates to outflank, no enemies to suppress, only him and Romero in front of the enemy's city gate were left, as if at the end of the war, only the two of them were left alone in a field full of corpses.

sand……

There is only one move, cutting close to the ground.

Romero throws off his armor...

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is in!"

"Qu Bo!"

"Qu Bo!"

Whoosh——

Dong Fangzhuo rushed faster than anyone else and came to Qu Bo.

"Brother Bo, stand still."

Dong Fangzhuo raised his right hand.

Snapped!

A slap in the face.

Snapped!

Another false slap...

Qu Bo is really a little confused!

"Brother Bo, this is a reward for Argentina!"

I'm sleepy, I'll take a rest and update again tomorrow.