Nine and a half

Chapter 288 Someone Has to Step Up (Chinese National Football Team Story)

Portuguese fans felt that time had passed too quickly.

Chinese fans felt that time was passing too slowly.

Excitement and anxiety intertwined in the night sky above the Kazan Arena.

"B. Fernandes' long pass scheduling."

"Move to the other side."

“Turn it back.”

"Cristiano Ronaldo!"

"Stop the ball, push it, raise your arm and swing your leg!"

The commentator's heart skipped a beat.

The Portuguese superstar on the football field, though his strength has declined with age, is still a nightmare for the Chinese national team's defense.

Bah!
Cristiano Ronaldo, like a god descending to earth, swings his thighs, showcasing sculpted, perfect lines.

The nuclear explosion was launched in an instant.

They slammed down the Chinese national football team's defense like cutting melons and vegetables.

Brilliant as a startled swan, graceful as a swimming dragon.

Wang Dalei was stunned again, feeling the goal behind him shaking violently.

The cheers at the Kazan Arena were tinged with regret, sorrow, and relief.

"The football hit the crossbar!"

"What a close call! The Chinese team has dodged a bullet."

"The Chinese national football team's defense can't stop Ronaldo!"

"The superstar almost completed his hat trick!"

Cristiano Ronaldo's expression was stern, and his eyes were resolute.

The Chinese national football team's defense is still shaken.

In their previous match against Spain, the Chinese team couldn't even touch the ball.

Tonight, facing Portugal, the Chinese national team could suffer a crushing defeat at any moment.
The two fears are different.

Command area.

Portugal's head coach, Sanchez, kept reminding Pepe: Don't be impulsive, don't get a red card.

As long as the defense doesn't falter, Gao Qi, facing a weak opponent, won't be able to cause any trouble.

The other side.

Lippi rejected the Chinese coaching staff's suggestion and insisted on sticking to the 9-0-1 formation.

Online commentators have shifted all the blame for the team's poor performance onto the Italian coach: "Lippi doesn't understand football," "Old liar," "What's there to be afraid of? The Chinese national team's super-golden generation can go toe-to-toe with Portugal," "Undeservedly famous."

The game continues.

The Chinese national football team established an attack from their own half.

"The pass was misplaced!"

"oops!"

"Ugh"

"We made a mistake under the pressure and interference of Portugal's attacking third."

Possession of the ball changes hands.

A. Silva dribbles the ball and tries to charge forward.

This guy's ball control is relatively poor, and his starting speed is not fast enough.

The Chinese national team's defensive midfielder reacted quickly and brought him down.

Beep!
The referee stopped the game and pulled out a yellow card.

The cheers at the Kazan Arena were mixed.

Free kick!
Portugal has another free-kick attacking opportunity in an excellent position!
Studio.
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【It's over.】
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Even if you let Andre Silva shoot, he might not score. Okay, now let Ronaldo take the free kick.
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[Oh no, we're going to be slaughtered by Portugal tonight.]
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[A tactical foul is fine.]
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This Portuguese team is really strong; they've pushed our super-golden generation to this point.

The referee took out foam spray and drew a "U" at the location of the foul.

Cristiano Ronaldo bent down and arranged the football.

Keep your chest up.

Take a few steps back.

Take a deep breath.

He pulled up his basketball shorts, revealing the definition of his thigh muscles.

The flashbulbs were constantly going off as reporters on the scene captured the moment.

"His eyes revealed tenacity, determination, and a hint of ferocity."

"Cristiano Ronaldo, take a shot!"

Bah!
Cristiano Ronaldo, having completed his run-up, swings his right foot.

Transform into the deadliest termination machine.

The soccer ball traced a "C" shape in the night sky.

That was his mark.

Wang Dalei was stunned.

1:3! ! !

"Pretty!"

"The ball is in!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo completes his hat-trick!"

"Swimming Dragon!!!"

The commentator wholeheartedly cheered for this beautiful free kick.

No one will blame the national football team's goalkeeper.

Even Europe's top goalkeepers couldn't stop Ronaldo's dragon shot!

The Portuguese players are celebrating wildly.

The Chinese national football players were dejected.

The overall gap is too large.

Faced with the powerful Five Shields Legion, they felt powerless and lost.

Gao Qi picked up the soccer ball from the net and loudly encouraged his teammates, but it had no effect. Frustrated, he slammed the ball onto the grass.

After swearing a few times.

The Chinese star player paused for a moment, then gently picked up the ball and ran towards the center circle.

Lip-reading experts around the world are working hard to capture all the information.

Since Gao Qi led the national football team to the World Cup, his emotions on the field have become increasingly unstable, and he often utters foul language.

The profanity seems to always be directed at oneself.

"The game restarts on the second circle."

"Gao Qi made a few hand gestures to his teammates."

"The intensity of Portugal's pressing in the attacking third seems to have decreased slightly; is their control over energy distribution off the ball different?"

"It should be about controlling the overall rhythm."

"Pass the ball to Gao Qi."

"Don't drag it out, Gao Qi has created space to receive the ball in the middle."

"Pass the ball to Gao Qi!"

"Gao Qi retreated two meters again, and Peipei hesitated slightly and did not follow in time."

"Pass the ball to Gao Qi!!!"

Fuck your mother!
The commentator almost swore as he watched the Chinese national team's slow and deliberate play in the midfield and backfield.

Trailing by two goals, they played like they were leading.

group**!!!

Opportunities are fleeting.

Gao Qi kept moving in small areas in the middle, drawing away space from both lines of Portugal.

It's completely useless.

The Chinese national team's midfield and defense seemed afraid of losing possession and dared not make any rash moves.

They were worried that if the ball was passed to them, it would become a 50/50 goal. Portugal launched another fierce attack.

These are the seasoned veterans of Chinese football. They're terrified of being beaten.

Losing less is winning.

I've never fought such a tough battle before. Even Spain wasn't as ruthless as Portugal.

If they suffer a crushing defeat, they can't escape the blame.

It sounds surreal and defies the rules of football, but such situations are common in national team matches.

"With so little money, why risk your life?"

"Protective support."

"Who the hell would play football if their annual salary was less than five million?"

of course.

Not all players share this mindset.

"Hao Junmin!"

"The environment for receiving the ball is good."

"pretty."

"To start the long story, find Gao Qi."

The football spun violently, drawing an arc in mid-air before plummeting into the forty-meter zone of Portugal's half of the field.

The landing area was already packed with people.

Gao Qi and Pei Pei jumped at the same time.

The latter's elbow rammed viciously into the back of the former's neck.

Useless.

Gao Qi's head was only slightly tilted, but his body, which was suspended in mid-air, was miraculously not greatly affected.

Stop the ball with his chest.

After landing, he pushed aside William Carvalho, who was crashing into him.

Adjust your body lean during the lateral movement and push the ball outwards with your toes.

Followed by.

He forcefully smashed open a "diagonal passage" with his body.

The Kazan Arena seemed much quieter.

Forty thousand spectators heard a series of loud, pounding sounds coming from the close-up sound recording equipment.

On the green field, the Chinese superstar repeatedly carried Portugal's midfield barrier to the skies.

B-side, rubbing against Gao Qi's back, stumbled and fell to the ground.

B-Fei flew a meter away.

Moutinho was knocked into the air.

"Wow!"

"Break through a thousand armies with sheer force!"

"A terrifying hand-to-hand combat!"

"The unstoppable red heavy tanks tore through the armor of the Five Shield Legion."

"Portugal has Cristiano Ronaldo, a god descended from heaven; China has Gao Qi, a deity descended from the mortal realm!"

Command area.

Sanchez's pupils contracted slightly, and his whole body trembled.

The other side.

Lippi's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Teaching assistant Li and translator Zhao crouched down, straining to capture the movements of the Chinese sword.

The commentary booth at the scene.

Wenger was rambling incoherently, repeatedly muttering "Oh! Oh oh oh!"

VIP private room.

Infantino looked blissfully ecstatic.

The other private room.

Beckenbauer and a host of football legends stood up.

What's going on?

Gao Qi, trapped in a weak army, fights against a five-shield legion all by himself!
Portugal's defense isn't a complete mess.

Fonte's defensive positioning was perfect.

Pepe once again demonstrated his terrifying explosive power, pushing off the ground and flying towards the Chinese star.

The moment Gao Qi touched the ball.

The arm that was grabbed by the Portuguese monk.

An abrupt stop.

Distract the opponent's center of gravity.

Pepe is very strong in one-on-one defense. Even at his age, he can still control his body in time and kick Gao Qi’s heel with his left foot.

Useless.

High-speed changeover.

Pepe fell to the ground, extended her right foot, and clamped her left foot in a scissor kick.

The cleats gleamed coldly under the spotlight.

next moment.

His legs will twist and bite like a crocodile, destroying the sword of China!

It's been hollowed out!
Gao Qi pushed the ball forward, leaped lightly, and dodged Pepe's special move.

The speed did not decrease after landing.

They broke through the Portuguese defenses without hesitation.

His teammates on the national football team watched his retreating figure, overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

The spotlight flashed.

Photographers from all over the world captured this scene with their lenses: a red figure facing the Five Shields Legion alone.

"Forty-meter area."

"A horizontal push."

"Get rid of Fonte's frontal interception."

"Gao Qi, open the door!"

"Wow!"

The football was lifted by Gao Qi's left foot, gracefully tracing a beautiful trajectory.

It crashed toward the Portuguese gate.

Patricio looked up, turning around and running back in a disheveled manner while observing the ball's trajectory.

finally.

The football hits the net.

At the goal line, the Portuguese goalkeeper helplessly knelt down on both knees.

Spoon-drop shot.

2:3! ! !

The whole place was boiling.

The distant Apennine Peninsula.

Despite missing out on the World Cup, Italy's passion for football has not waned.

In a commentary program.

Italian football legends are arguing fiercely.

Totti said, "In 1998, Roma played against Parma. I received a pass from my teammate and used this lob shot from the edge of the penalty area to beat Buffon."

Vieri shook his head: "I also used this tactic of lobbed shot to break through Buffon's defense."

Baggio nodded: "I think I was the first to break through Buffon's defense in this way."

Buffon: "."

The Kazan Arena erupted in cheers as loud as a landslide.

China's sharpest sword pulled the national football team back from the brink of defeat.

(End of this chapter)