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Chapter 452 The only "normal" person

There was only a moment of low cries and regrets at the scene, and soon the Azadi Stadium began to be filled with the magical voices of Iranian fans.

"woo woo woo woo--"

"woo woo woo woo--"

Even He Wei, who was on the scene, couldn't bear it, but he still frowned and reminded the national team: "The Iranian team's momentum is on the rise! Be steady, the opponent's impact has long been famous in Asia, and the Chinese team has suffered a lot." Bitter... Pass the ball to the front! As long as it can reach Gao Yuyang's feet, there is a chance!"

As soon as he finished speaking here, the Chinese team's defense line played a big game.

Under the pressure of the opponent's high position, the right back Zhang Linpeng had no choice but to pass the ball back to the central defender, but Feng Xiaoting got the ball and saw Azmon coming up aggressively, the first thing he thought was not to move forward to clear the siege , but turned around and passed back to the goalkeeper.

But he definitely didn't think about how fierce the opponent came up, and he wanted to wait until the ball bounced off the ground before dealing with it, but Azmond directly intercepted it abruptly.

"Hey-hey!!! Feng Xiaoting made a pass error! This position made a mistake!"

He Weiwei was shocked, no one thought that the most stable defensive player of the Chinese team would give the opponent a one-shot for nothing. Fortunately, Zeng Cheng struck out in time, and he struck out with two strides, stabbing the ball away with his toe first.

Zeng Cheng, who has a relatively calm and introverted personality, yelled directly at his club teammates: "What are you doing? Hold on!"

This is really a shocking scene, and the fans didn't even expect it.

"Fuck!"

"Feng Lu really wants to have some surprise or something? But it's only a surprise, not a joy! I was so scared that I took two quick-acting heart-rescuing pills!"

"The ruthless person upstairs! Watching the national football team with Suxiao Jiuxin Pill? Are you going to die of anger or excitement? Hahaha!"

"Is it because there are too many variety shows? Real comedians?"

Gao Yuyang felt that the situation was a little bit wrong, so he greeted his teammate Wu Lei on the front line, and he was going to retreat to the midfield to get the ball.

This was allowed by Lippi. He already knew Gao Yuyang's characteristics very well, so he was given the greatest degree of tactical freedom.

Gao Yuyang returned to the midfield and cut directly between the two midfielders. Before he raised his hand, Huang Bowen had subconsciously passed the ball over.

"It's so hanging! Fortunately, Gao Yuyang came back to support him, and was almost intercepted by the Iranian team again!"

Gao Yuyang's sudden withdrawal made the Iranian players make a decision in an instant.Today they are playing in a 4-3-3 formation, and the midfielder already has a numerical advantage over the Chinese team.The two defensive midfielders Ibrahimi and Ezato Lahi rushed up from both sides to Gao Yuyang and surrounded them at the same time.

Gao Yuyang has been paying attention to the movement around him. At this time, he knocked the heel of his right foot, and he turned around and got rid of it on the spot. Although he retreated a little, he used the retreat as an advance to break the opponent's press.

"This turn around is beautiful!" He Wei became excited all at once.

The Iranian team's defensive system is very complete, but it does not mean that there is no space.

In the next second, Gao Yuyang sent a long pass directly to the Iranian team's backcourt. The opponent's all-out high pressure would inevitably leave space in the backcourt, and it was when the Chinese team was playing against the Chinese team. They never thought of suddenly sending a counterattack Chance to kill.

Gao Yuyang saw this opportunity rightly, his striker partner was good at running position and speed.

When Gao Yuyang kicked, Wu Lei shot out from the middle of the opponent's defense line at an extremely fast speed, and pierced a large open area of ​​​​the restricted area.

"Wu Lei! Wu Lei single-handedly!" He Wei's voice instantly increased by an octave: "This is the best chance for the Chinese team! When Gao Yuyang gets the ball, everything is alive!"

Wu Lei's speed took the lead, Gao Yuyang also advanced forward at the fastest speed, but the speed of the Iranian players is not slow, especially the central defender Praliganji, who has played in the Chinese Super League for many years. The characteristics are not unfamiliar, chasing back at the fastest speed, and at the same time, Iranian goalkeeper Beranwand rushed directly to the penalty area line, putting pressure on Wu Lei with extremely exaggerated movements of spreading his hands and feet.

Gao Yuyang was struggling to run forward, but when he ran to the penalty area line, he saw that Wu Lei didn't shoot the ball and slowed down.

"Brother Lei!"

He just yelled this, and Wu Lei shot directly in the next second, but the slowdown during the sprint was flawed, and Praliganji overtook him and blocked him with a sideways kick.

Gao Yuyang could only shake his head with a wry smile, and walked over to look at Wu Lei.

"Brother Lei, tell me what you are doing? What a great opportunity just now!"

Wu Lei smiled wryly and said, "Brother Yuyang, don't shout! Just now I couldn't make up my mind how to deal with the goalkeeper..."

Gao Yuyang was so speechless that he vomited blood—such a good opportunity, why are you hesitating!

He couldn't understand it, and even He Wei couldn't understand that Wu Lei kicked such an opportunity away: "Only by looking at it this way can we know that players like Gao Yuyang are rare and hard to come by. An empty goal opportunity! The Chinese team missed a fantastic start!"

Fans say they are used to it.

"Every regular program, not throwing a single sword is not the king of martial arts!"

"If you can seize the opportunity, you will win Iran at home!"

"Fortunately, I can count on Gao Yuyang. Looking at today, from Feng 6, Xiao Huang to Nuclear Weapon 7, I seriously doubt whether these people really want to win."

This opportunity wasted, which made the Iranian team's press more aggressive, and because Gao Yuyang expanded his range of activities, the opponent's press was almost a high-position and fast siege.

The central defenders of the Chinese team were all robbed and could only pass the ball to the right. Zhang Linpeng is a typical alternative among Chinese defenders. His physical fitness was extremely explosive. After he got the ball, he withstood Jahanbakhsh's body one-on-one press.However, he has always had a problem, his temper is quite irritable... The opponent stabbed him in the waist behind, and he immediately short-circuited his brain, passing the ball to the midfield and was directly intercepted by the opponent's midfielder Ezato Laxi. The Iranian team continued to get the chance to face the goal within 30 meters of the Chinese team's penalty area.

"Another mistake!"

He Wei's tone was not good, and it seemed that he was giving his opponent another chance... Except for Gao Yuyang, he really couldn't see it.

The opponent just followed the space left by Zhang Linpeng's mistake and shot straight into the penalty area. Azmon inserted into the space obliquely, faced Zeng Cheng from close range in front of the goal, and volleyed directly into the dead corner.

Opening 9 minutes, 0:1.

He Wei's slight sigh was heard in the live broadcast. It doesn't even need to be said how the opening game was played. The fans have a steelyard in their hearts.

"Pills out today."

"Except for Gao Yuyang, no one is normal!"

"At a time like this, I guess Gao Yuyang misses those Paris teammates very much—this group of people can't be moved by labor and capital!"

"Except for Gao Yuyang, I guess many people don't intend to win... Anyway, winning once is enough to boast for several years."

"It's very strange. They don't know that they must score points in this game to keep their hope of qualifying?"

"Upstairs, the World Cup is still difficult for us. Brother is too young. Except for Gao Yuyang, do you think any of us in this group have the determination to go to the sky? We dare not even think about it. Why do we believe in miracles? "

Professional players should maintain absolute concentration every moment.But this is just a slogan, how many people can actually do it?

Judging by this standard, Gao Yuyang is indeed the only "normal" person on the field.

(End of this chapter)