"The referee is still very cautious. He walked off the court and went to see var again."

"However, for this ball, why do I feel that Dong Fangzhuo is a bit suspicious of kicking into Hazard on purpose?"

"You look at him and stare at Hazard's arm."

"Okay, this is just my feeling..."

After Duan Xuanyi reminded him, the fans in front of the TV stretched their necks and watched slow motion.

"Hey, it seems like that."

"But it's impossible? It's impossible to just kick it."

"Don't lose your character, this is just a handball. If the referee thinks so, it will be troublesome."

“…”

Half a minute later, the referee walked back to the stadium.

With a beep, the referee's right hand finally pointed to the Belgian penalty area.

"Punishment!"

"The referee indeed awarded a penalty!"

"We finally have the chance to equalize the score." Huang Jianxiang didn't speak before, and he didn't yell until the referee confirmed the penalty.

After seeing this penalty, Hazard covered his face with his hands, and his whole head was blank. He knew what this penalty meant, but he never thought that he would become a sinner one day. Although the penalty was unintentional, he felt uncomfortable!

The reality is cruel. When Dong Fangzhuo put the ball on the free throw point, the Belgian had no choice but to pray that Dong Fangzhuo could not shoot the ball in, but Dong Fangzhuo's bad luck would not come twice in a row.

In order to ensure that the quality of the turf will not affect his shot, he stepped on the turf behind the ball several times. He was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the rope!

The helpless Courtois's forehead was covered with sweat. He felt so nervous when facing a penalty kick for the first time. After all, it was not ordinary people who shot.

He can only take a gamble, and if he bet right, there may be a chance.

The Belgian fans in the stands were praying for him, while the Chinese fans all calmed down and did not want to make any sound to disturb Dong Fangzhuo.

Beep,

A loud whistle sounded.

Dong Fangzhuo stared at the ball and started slowly. Before his right foot touched the ball, Courtois had already rushed to the left in advance. There was no way, he could not wait for Dong Fangzhuo to shoot before he could save, otherwise it would be too late.

But it's impossible to be soon!

Because he not only pounced in the wrong direction, but also guessed Dong Fangzhuo's psychology.

The ball did not go left or right, but slowly flew into the goal from the middle. Courtois wished that his third leg would grow longer...

"Aowu~"

"spoon!"

“Perfect spoon~”

Huang Jianxiang was shocked and sweated coldly.

"You are so brave. You dare to kick a spoon in such an important game! What if you lose it?"

"Luckily, I've entered."

“2:2.”

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"God,"

"Only he doesn't take this penalty seriously,"

"I believe that few players in the world dare to play like this. Just as Baggio was the best in the World Cup, he scored penalty kicks. No matter how strong his psychological quality is, it is difficult to play penalty kicks. Does Dong have a heart of steel?"

Leinker said tremblingly, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"There will still be bloody next. Both sides will not stop the attack, at least the Belgians will not. They have long realized that only attacks can lead to victory."

"But it's not certain that the Chinese team is, they can play more conservatively."

"Oh, it's a substitution. Dong walked to the sidelines and communicated with the assistant coach."

Soon, Feng Jin came out and Hao Junmin came up.

"If Feng Jin goes down, there will be Dong Fangzhuo's point on the offensive line."

"Do you want to push Dong Fangzhuo's position upward?"

"If he can attract three players to defend at any time by himself, it will be a good thing for the Chinese team. The midfielder still has five players, and he is Lu Bu and Sanying alone."

Losing the ball is a foregone conclusion, and Belgian players can only adjust their emotions and face the next game again.

Hazard, who had just handballed, immediately broke the gap on the left. Wang Gang was removed by him continuously spiking the ball, but Hazard did not immediately cross, but dribbled the ball into the Chinese team's penalty area. With this hesitation, Zheng Zhi blocked his breakthrough route, stretched his legs to block the ball out of the baseline, forming a corner kick.

Lukaku, who was on the far post, raised his hands and looked a little dissatisfied. If Hazard had passed the ball earlier, he might have been able to grab the landing point.

The camera was given to De Bruyne, and his expression was a little unnatural, but he still ran to the corner flag.

Belgium invested a lot of offensive forces, and even Kompani came up. Six players entered the Chinese team's penalty area. The two points formed by Fellaini and Lukaku were particularly eye-catching. They were naturally Dong Fangzhuo, Feng Xiaoting and Zheng Zhi were staring at them. Soon the third person rushed in. Kompani tried to break up Dong Fangzhuo and his defense lines in the collision.

But just as De Bruyne kicked off, the Belgian trio immediately rushed to the middle, and the ball that De Bruyne kicked in the middle!

This tactic is so easy to play!

However, Dong Fangzhuo and the others were also quite focused, only Feng Xiaoting was slowing down half a beat, but Wang Gang pulled over and finally jumped three to three. Dong Fangzhuo and Lukaku hit the ball almost at the same time, and the ball bounced towards Vetsel on the right, and Vetsel shot directly from the side with his right foot!

A plane went into the sky!

It was Hazard, who was on the penalty area line, and he shook his hand and expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Transfer to me!"

"Why not pass it to me?"

The atmosphere inside Belgium is not very harmonious, and there are signs of internal strife.

"Hazar and Lukaku each had one dissatisfaction, obviously thinking that the other party should pass the ball."

Huang Jianxiang keenly observed these two small episodes.

"Once they have internal strife,"

"It's a good thing for us to come. A disunited Belgium is not scary, just afraid that they are too united..."

The Chinese team relied on the advantage of the midfielder's number of players to advance step by step. Dong Fangzhuo attracted the defense of three Belgian defenders in front. In the end, Huang Bowen built a fort for Wu Xi. Wu Xi shot a cold shot in front of the penalty area, and the ball hit Witsel and flew out of the bottom line.

The Chinese team also got a chance to attack the corner kick.

"There are too many corner kicks in this game, and the attacks of both sides are too open, so there are a lot of corner kicks."

"Three players surrounded Dong Fangzhuo, which is the greatest treatment for him. Before, Dong Fangzhuo went to corner kicks, but now he left the opportunity for corner kicks to Huang Bowen."

"I guess Huang Bowen won't pass the ball to him, he's just a cover. But even so, Belgian players dare not be careless. They must keep an eye on Dong Fangzhuo. Once Dong Fangzhuo gets the landing point, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Huang Bowen took the corner kick!"

"Previous!"

"Zheng Zhi!"

"The ball has entered!"
Chapter completed!