Chapter 160: A Stoppage-Time Strike, the End

The Chinese national football team attacked, and Wang Po took the ball.

Facing the five-man backcourt defense of the South Korean team, Wang Po was fearless and dribbled the ball towards the goal.

Gu Zizhe did not dare to neglect it, and took a big step over to try to block Wang Po's position.

The two sides made physical contact, and the Korean midfielder completely underestimated Wang Po's physical strength. In terms of core explosive power, the two were not at the same level. Although the Korean midfielder had an advantage in position, when the two came into contact, he felt like he was hitting a wall, and then his body was scraped apart by the force of the collision.

This feeling can only be felt when playing against top European stars.

When Gu Zizhe reacted and wanted to reach out to commit a foul, Wang Po had already passed by and dribbled the ball into the penalty area with a big step.

South Korean center back Kim Young-kwon had keenly caught the loophole in the defense and rushed to fill in the position. Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. Wang Po kicked the ball first, and the ball, with a strong rotation force, drew an S-shaped arc in the air and went into the upper right corner of the goal.

Thunder came out of nowhere, no one expected that Wang Po would shoot as soon as he entered the penalty area.

World Cup, an unsolvable World Cup.

South Korean goalkeeper Cho Hyun-woo, staring, stood there, without making any saves or reactions.

Stunned, the whole person.

Goal?

Goal, go, go!

The Chinese national football team tied the score, and the goal was scored by Wang Po from the Bundesliga Dortmund team.

The commentator of the Chinese national football team in front of the TV was stunned for about half a second and did not react. Then the emotions in his body burst out, and he slammed the table and screamed excitedly.

"This ball?"

The Korean commentator was dumbfounded, and kept repeating the three words "this ball" in his mouth.

Obviously, he couldn't believe that someone in the national football team could shoot such a high-quality shot.

The national football team's teammates rushed over to celebrate.

Wang Po excitedly rushed to the away team's stand, facing the fluttering red national flag, and made a heart gesture.

Kiss the national flag to show respect.

"Defense, defense, focus."

After tying the score, the old coach Silver Fox also secretly relieved in his heart. He has been involved in the football circle for so many years and has seen all kinds of big scenes. How could he not know the pressure he faced in this game? On the surface, he was still as calm as ever, and called the translator to emphasize to the players.

Yes, this old coach who will be 70 years old next year was originally an age to enjoy family happiness and retire.

Being able to offer such an old coach a contract with a top-level coaching salary shocked the world.

If the goal is black, what kind of public opinion storm will it face? It is simply impossible to estimate.

I am afraid that by then, the spitting up and down will be able to drown people.

Those behind the scenes are probably sliding on their knees in their living rooms at this moment. Wang Pei saved the Chinese national football team and saved them.

My dear father!

Of course, it is too early to say these things. The game is not over yet, and there is still half an hour.

After losing the ball, the Korean team was very annoyed, and the head coach even scolded the players as pigs.

Korean fans even sprayed wildly on the forum.

For the online and offline scolding, the Korean players on the field seemed to have a premonition and began to counterattack.

Son Heung-min once again showed the level of the strongest Asian player in Europe. He passed a string of defensive players alone on the wing and broke into the penalty area.

The old captain Zheng Zhi hurriedly filled the position and stretched out his foot. Son Heung-min leaned up and fell to the ground.

"Beep!"

It's here, it's here, the referee entered the field.

Penalty, the referee did not hesitate at all and pointed to the penalty spot.

Through slow-motion replay, it can be seen that Son Heung-min obviously took a big step in this ball, and the ball was no longer within his control. At the same time, Zheng Zhi stretched out his legs and quickly retracted them, but he could not stop Son Heung-min from leaning on him, looking for a foul.

Penalty, arrange it!

The players of both parties are definitely the ones who know this penalty the best.

Zheng Zhi tried his best to explain to the referee, who closed his eyes, shook his head, and was very determined.

Son Heung-min next to him kept emphasizing that it was Zheng Zhi who tripped him.

The silver fox on the sidelines desperately put pressure on the fourth official, but unfortunately, the referee did not change the decision in the end.

Penalty.

This is tantamount to a disaster for the Chinese national football team.

They just managed to equalize the score, but because of the referee's professional ability, they gave the opponent an easy chance to score.

Da Lei in front of the goal line clapped and shouted to cheer himself up.

In the Asian Cup, it was his magical penalty save that laid a solid foundation for the Chinese national football team's reversal. This time, he can do it too!

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Chinese national football team's goalkeeper Da Lei, who stood still like a stone Buddha with his feet on the goal line.

The whole stadium was silent, and the Korean fans held their breath nervously, fearing that the slightest noise would disturb the penalty taker Son Heung-min. "Beep!"

The referee's whistle broke the tranquility.

Run-up, shot.

Son Heung-min pushed the ball straight to the right post of the goal.

Da Lei reacted very quickly, quickly got to the ground, and used his fingertips to poke the ball that was about to roll into the goal out of the bottom line.

The Korean team missed the penalty.

The whole audience exclaimed, expressing their amazement at the penalty being saved.

Son Heung-min even knelt down on the ground.

"Awesome."

Wang Po came up excitedly and high-fived Da Lei, and all the Chinese football players were smiling as if they had scored a goal.

The penalty kick that shouldn't have existed was undoubtedly the most reasonable result, and it also became the turning point of the game. The Korean team seemed to be on the decline.

Several shots ended with the goal post and the crossbar.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the game came to the final injury time.

The Korean team, who vowed to take three points at home, continued to attack vigorously.

A short pass error was intercepted by San Ge, who half turned and made a long pass to find Wang Po in the forward position.

Facing this kind of long pass from the backcourt, it is a test of the player's ball stopping skills.

Wang Po stretched out his foot, and the ball was like glue, sticking to his foot, and he took advantage of the situation to make a fake shot and turned around, causing Jin Yingquan, who was defending closely, to stumble.

Wang Po stepped out and created space for himself.

The staggering Jin Yingquan had lost the opportunity to limit Wang Bo's charge, and could only watch him rush into the penalty area and challenge the goalkeeper.

Zhao Xianyou's attack speed was extremely fast. He knew what the consequences would be if the ball was scored, and the whole person was like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.

Want to foul?

Wang Bo didn't give you this opportunity at all. He opened his arch and shot a powerful low shot from close range to rewrite the score on the field.

Although Zhao Xianyou touched the ball, the power of the shot was too great. His fingers with gloves were stabbed and hurt, but he still couldn't stop the ball.

2 to 1.

At the last moment of the game, Wang Bo ended the Korean team like a god descending from heaven.

There was not much time left for the Korean team.