Li Wei was worried. It was already too late to pursue him now. He kicked off his back foot with all his strength and threw his whole body straight out. His right foot straightened up and shot toward the great Confucian's feet like an arrow from a string.

The ball flew away!

Sorry Carlos, I must stop your goal!!

Seeing a leg wearing red socks appear in his field of vision, how could the experienced Juninho not know what happened?

He stretched out his left foot with all his strength, and turned the foot that was supposed to hit the ground into a thrust forward. This was because he knew very well that given the distance between the two of them just now, he wanted to completely avoid Levi's shovel.

It is impossible to continue to advance. What he can do now is to steal the ball away before Levi - in this case, Levi's tackle from behind will be a yellow card even if it does not receive a red card.

It’s absolutely impossible to run away!

Both of them obviously realized that victory or defeat lies in the blink of an eye!

"This ball is mine!!" Levi roared as he faced the sky, and his outstretched right foot seemed to be stimulated to move a minute faster.

"Bang!"

Two people seemed to hit the football at the same moment!

Immediately afterwards, Levi, who was driven forward by strong inertia, shoveled Juninho to the ground like a small tree! The Brazilian rolled around in pain while holding his left leg.

"Beep!"

The Swedish referee Frisk of this game - the same one who later officiated the classic battle between Chelsea and Barcelona. As a result, Mourinho attacked him for a secret deal with Barcelona, ​​and then reluctantly chose the retired Swedish golden whistle - nothing

Without hesitation, he blew the whistle, quickly ran to Levi and took out a yellow card from his pocket!

"I scooped the ball first." Levi really felt that he scooped the ball first, and complained to Frisk, but it obviously had no effect.

He smiled wryly and shook his head, then looked at the spot nearly 50 meters away from the goal:

A yellow card, if it can prevent the goal from being scored, it is still worth it, right?

"Oh, Xiao Zhao's goal was a little too uncool. Li Zhi is already in place. Letting Juninho pass by doesn't actually pose much of a threat!"

"It should be that the Marseille slalom just now stimulated him a little bit. Young players still need to practice hard. It is very disadvantageous for our midfielder to receive a yellow card at this stage of the game."

Zhang Hehe and Han Qiaosheng obviously couldn't know what Li Wei was thinking, and they were still criticizing his handling of the ball. But Li Wei felt inspired. He had seen that it was not Carlos who stepped to the penalty spot, but

Roque Junior——Obviously, this free kick was too far away, and the Brazilian did not think of shooting directly.

"Junior took a free kick and lobbed it directly into the penalty area. Rivaldo jumped high and headed the ball towards the goal!"

"Oh! Jiang Jing made a wonderful save and kept the ball firmly under his body."

Han Qiaosheng's voice was as emotionless as ever, and he obviously didn't realize that the Chinese team had actually walked a circle before the gate of hell.

But Li Wei, who had just received a yellow card, jumped up excitedly and waved his fist fiercely in front of everyone's puzzled eyes:
Chapter completed!