Chapter 79 Promotion, the Old Coach Falls

"Feng Jin, the Chinese team has a successor!"

"How much heart does it take to score such a goal? I have watched football for more than 30 years, and only Dong Fangzhuo and him have scored such a goal. Even Feng Renliang has not done it."

For a time, Feng Jin detonated China.

There is almost no time left for Uruguay. They are dying slowly. Every second that time goes back, it is like their hearts are beating, thump, thump, and one of them will stop beating.

Unwilling, Suarez made one last sprint, but Bentancur failed to pass the ball. The ball was intercepted by Huang Bowen, and his trip was in vain.

With a squeak, he ran back angrily, and then shoveled down Huang Bowen's feet.

Angry scissor kicks.

A shovel that lost its mind.

Maybe when he took action, he didn't even know what he was doing.

Huang Bowen was caught off guard, fell to the turf, and let out a painful roar that echoed through the sky.

The referee's whistle sounded, and Suarez was shown a red card directly, and at the same time the whistle was blown to end the game.

The unlucky Huang Bowen lay on the turf and kept rolling around with his left foot. All the Chinese players forgot to celebrate.

"Louis!"

"You idiot!"

"How stupid!"

Dong Fangzhuo yelled at Suarez. After all, this guy can't afford to lose, and he still wants to kick Huang Bowen in the face. If Huang Bowen is injured, who will replace him in the next game?

Zhao Xuri had already rushed towards Suarez and grabbed Suarez's collar. He wanted to seek justice for Huang Bowen.

"You are such a shameful fellow!"

"You loser clown!"

These people have nothing to do with Suarez.

Godin hurried over to help and separated the two people. Losing and becoming acquainted, this time it was really embarrassing.

At this time, Tavares limped into the stadium on crutches, and no one noticed his arrival.

When he got behind Suarez, Tavares raised his crutch with his right hand and struck Suarez hard on the back.

There was a snap,

Quite powerful.

"enough!"

"Can't you afford to lose?"

"Do you still want to continue to embarrass yourself?"

The crutch fell, and Tavares turned around and walked back.

Suarez was stunned, and so were all his teammates.

The old handsome man’s back is really lonely...

"Louis,"

"Stop it."

Godin shook his head, and then said to Dong Fangzhuo, "I'm sorry, Dong."

"Congratulations, you have advanced."

"..."

Godin drove all his teammates away and followed the coach all the way. No one dared to say a word, and no one dared to catch up. The Uruguayan fans in the stands were watching all this silently, with tears already streaming down their faces.

Not surprisingly, most of Uruguay's players this time will not be able to participate in the next World Cup. It is time for Tavares to leave the football stage. After decades of dedication to Uruguay, he still failed to do so.

It wasn't until Tavares walked out of the court that the Uruguayan fans remembered to give Uruguay the warmest applause and shouted Tavares's name.

"Thank you,"

"Thank you,"

The one they should thank most is Tavares, not any one player.

At this time, Huang Bowen finally stood up from the turf. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with his left foot. It hurt just now, but it's okay now.

"That kid is too shady,"

"He was almost crippled."

"No different than before."

Everyone knows about Suarez...

"Forget it, it's okay. After all, they lost."

"Let's go and thank the fans!"

Dong Fangzhuo patted Huang Bowen on the shoulder and hugged him.

Now, it has finally become a sea of ​​celebration for Chinese fans...

From the top 16 to the top 8,

The Chinese team has taken another step forward and is only two games away from the finals. Now, you can wait for your next opponent.

When everyone turned around, they found coach Krauchen sitting quietly on the coaching bench alone, without any excitement.

Maybe he was tired. Dong Fangzhuo saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. He felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart. He was still the coach of the Chinese team at the age of 77. In addition to heartache, he was still heartbroken.

He stepped towards Krauchen and sat beside him silently. Just like an old man and a young man enjoying the night view at night.

"Enter the top 8,"

"Um,"

"We're on our way."

"Um."

"The next goal is the semi-finals."

"Um."

Krauchen just nodded and didn't say much.

"You're really too tired. Just go and rest. I can attend the press conference on your behalf." Dong Fangzhuo looked at the tired face on his face and felt distressed again.

"Well, I'm really tired."

"Maybe,"

"I really need to rest."

"Yes, after playing this World Cup, you can spend your old age in peace." Dong Fangzhuo also nodded.

"No,"

"I mean, maybe from now on."

"I can't seem to walk anymore. I feel like I'm going to collapse. Help me up and let me walk. "

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Dong Fangzhuo was startled and had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he still gently helped Crouchen up. At the same time, he greeted the team doctor.

The team doctor came over and took a look. He was also confused. He held Krauchen's other arm.

"He wasn't like this before,"

"Are you too tired? Were you too excited about winning just now?"

"I'm going to take him to the hospital for a checkup now."

The team doctor's response was very quick.

In this way, the two people helped Krause walk to the players' tunnel. The camera lens kept following and all the fans at the scene saw it.

"what happened?"

"Something happened to Krauchen?"

"Why do you need support?"

"Oh no……"

There was a lot of chatter in the stands.

In the live broadcast room, Huang Jianxiang and Duan Xuan also looked confused.

"There's something wrong with the old handsome man's health."

"It's really worrying."

"He's 77 years old."

"An army cannot be led by a strong commander. I hope nothing will happen to Krauchen."

…

The fans in front of the TV were also worried, but more people had already gone to drink and celebrate, and did not watch the scene after the game at all.

The ambulance beeped as it drove to the local hospital. Dong Fangzhuo was by Crouchen's side. He did not return to the dressing room, nor did he plan to attend any press conference.

Nothing is more important than the coach's health.

At this time, Krauchen was sleeping very peacefully, no different from any other simple old man. He had almost devoted himself to the Chinese national football. His grandson even had a Chinese household registration, and he could be said to be half Chinese. .

"It will be fine,"

"don’t worry."

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