Reborn on Top of Football

In the second half of 18 minutes, Vietnamese striker Li Gongrong smashed the ball into the Chinese team's gate during the chaos in the goal area.

In the second half of the second half, Cao Di made a cross from Wang Ai and headed into Vietnam.

In the second half of 32 minutes, Vietnam midfielder Ruan Yuwei shot back from Guo Liang's feet and shot long. Zeng Cheng threw the ball and Ruan Guanghai made a good shot.

In the second half of 36 minutes, Yin Liangyi crossed Wang Ai in the midfield. Wang Ai passed the ball straight and hit behind the Vietnamese central defender.

The score on the court became 5: 4 for the Chinese team, leading Vietnam.

The two sides fought fiercely against each other for 20 minutes, scoring an average of five minutes, and the match was unprecedentedly fierce.

The Chinese team relied on just nine people to bite the score with super strong attack force, exceeding, being equalized, exceeding, being equalized, and then exceeding!

After Cao Di scored, when he came back to find the "boss" to report, he could not run anymore, and the stuck Vietnamese defender, Ruan Huiqiang, who was famous for his physical fitness, simply didn't stand up and cramped.

The Vietnamese team is already at the end of the crossbow!

Wang Ai's jersey was completely soaked and turned into a deep red. When he drank water on the sidelines, he still did not forget to tease: "Which general in front is doing merit?"

Cao Di's arm holding the water bottle was sulking: "Little, young Cao Mengde is also!"

The two sides unanimously prolonged the rest time, and the Vietnamese team cramped one after another. Wang Ai didn't dare to rest, and even kicked some of the junior team members who were tired to sit down. At this time, he couldn't sit, it was even more boring.

The match will start again in three minutes, and there are still a dozen minutes left.

The Vietnamese fans present sang the national anthem of Vietnam!

For decades, the Vietnamese football team has never played such a wonderful and fierce match with the Chinese football team. Even if the Chinese team is missing two people, Vietnamese fans do not have the confidence to win, but they are also eager to win and create miracles.

Lao Gao clapping his hands on the sidelines: "Cheer up, cheer up, hold on, there are more than ten minutes, persistence is victory!"

Wang Ai, who was standing on the field, was keenly aware that this was the last breath of the Vietnamese team, and the players on his side were too tired. His hands and feet were shaking slightly, which was a sign of exhaustion of physical fitness!

Lao Gao used two substitutions in a row, replaced Cao Di with Gao Lin, replaced Guo Liang with Yang, and honed the Chinese team for another minute.

After kicking off again, Wang Ai took a deep breath, and he decided to destroy the momentum of the Vietnamese team.

After making a covert gesture with Zhou Haibin, Zhou Haibin quietly changed position with Yang Fusheng and moved to the midfield.

The physically fit youngster will bring the ball to the bottom of the ocean side and make a cross. The big man Zhou Haibin suddenly rushed to the goal area, causing chaos in the Vietnamese back line. During constant pulling, Zhou Haibin barely jumped, while also jumping Two centre-backs in Vietnam.

However, under the pull of each other, no one jumped high and did not touch the ball.

The football slid across the goal and fell to the back spot. The relieved Vietnamese guard looked back, and then panicked.

China 10 is running at high speed.

The short hair drenched in Han water shone brightly in the sun, and a dark red jersey was as dazzling as dried blood. Tight lips and staring eyes made Vietnamese players fear.

Vietnamese defender Tao Wenfeng barely grabbed Wang Ai's jersey. Wang Ai was stunned, dragging Tao Wenfeng, facing the ball, half-turned, raised his right foot, and volleyed!

Even if he fell, Wang Ai's footwork was not out of control!

The goalkeeper of the Vietnamese team, Pei Jinchang, just felt the evil wind in his ear, and turned stiffly, the football bouncing naughtily in the net.

6: 4!

As if pressing the stop button, the sound of the national anthem of Vietnam disappeared, as if dominoes, the players of the Vietnamese team fell down one after another.

The Chinese youth members jumped up: "Boss!"

Even if there was no energy left on his body, Wang Ai still opened his eyes wide, made an energetic expression, smiled and reached out to the Vietnamese defender Tao Wenfeng, who was still sitting on the ground, and shook his head with a bitter smile.

Wang Ai nodded, rubbing Tao Wenfeng's head smoothly, and slowly ran to the young team members: "The boss is here!"

The members of the first stage of the Junior League such as Zhou Haibin, Zhao Xuri, and Chen Tao are older and more experienced. They all know that the Vietnamese team is over. Wang Ai's goal is not a golden ball, it is a winning goal. One point behind, the Vietnamese team can still spare no effort with the support of the fans on the spot, and two points behind, the Vietnamese team has lost its fighting spirit!

"Lao Zhou, help me." Wang Ai whispered to Zhou Haibin.

Sweaty Zhou Haibin knew and looked impassive, holding Wang Ai's arm to the coach seat, and by the way waving to the location of a few five-star red flags, screaming by a total of less than 20 Chinese fans .

"Good kick, Wang Ai!"

Lao Gao slaps Wang Ai's shoulder in excitement, Wang Ai's leg almost does not fall.

"Take it lightly, high guidance, but I'm desperate for your cause! Do you still shoot me like that? I'll look for me later ..."

"Get it!" Lao Gao hurriedly interrupted. He didn't want to let other young team members know about their family's affairs: "How tired is this?"

"Hurry up, what about bananas? What about sugar? Stop them, don't let Vietnamese see them."

The young team members pretended to drink water and laughed, and secretly poked Wang Ai in the middle. Wang Ai took the peeled banana that the team leader had secretly stuffed, ate it with two or three mouthfuls, and drank half a bottle of thick salt. syrup.

"Does it work?" Lao Gao asked worriedly.

Wang Ai pointed at his face: "I'm using this face to scare them now. As long as I don't sit down, even if I walk ten minutes, the ball will win."

Lao Gao nodded comfortably, raised his hand to pat Wang Ai's shoulder, and held it in the air. He held Lao Gao's hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's okay, take it easy Now. "

After the kick-off, despite the referee Hasan's gleaming "inspiring" Vietnamese players, the Vietnamese team could not play up and down, even the head coach sat in a chair and said nothing.

Wang Ai encouraged Tong Lin and Yu Yang to take part in the second phase of the second-stage primary school. While everyone's physical fitness was gone, Wang Ai concentrated on pulling the Vietnamese defense line for the two younger brothers, or passing the ball. The Vietnamese team had to Reluctantly supported, and withdrew the entire defense of the frontcourt players.

Wang Ai rushed to Zhou Haibin and Yin Liangyi nodded. The two agreed. After getting the ball, they kicked in the middle and backcourt of the Chinese team. Occasionally, they gave two young men in the frontcourt to the opportunity. Five minutes was the same for the other two teams.

The game time slowly reached 90 minutes. The referee Hasan shook his head with a pale face and blew the whistle at the end of the game without even making up the time.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Wang Ai fell on the grass, and his physical capacity was already overdrawn.

"Boss!"

Excited Yu Yang ran over, thinking that Wang Ai was playing Pilohan. Before training in the team, Wang Ai was on top, which was rare and generous.

"Well, don't!" Wang Ai shouted two words, and was overwhelmed by the excited young team members.