Ambition was very tired. He was so tired that his eyes were dazed and his hands were numb, so he made a mistake. He stopped at the transition of the front court to catch the ball and stopped directly to the horse to retreat from the enemy. Then came the attack of mbape, which was very deadly.

Alas, ambition is old.

Fortunately, Xiao Jiang guoduan threw down the scar and attacked mbape with Feng ertini. He failed to prevent it, but he didn't let him succeed. He reluctantly shot without strength and was confiscated by Yan Junlin.

The 87th minute, this is an opportunity to completely kill the Chinese team. The French sigh, just like Wu Lei's sigh just now.

Time, like the rope of death, is tightening the throat of the Chinese team. The counterattack of the French team was like a sharp butcher's knife dancing around the neck of the Chinese team.

Two minutes later, Zhuo Yang's forced long-range shot was taken off by loris. The counterattack of throwing the ball seemed like precise guidance. He found mbape again. His hungry axe was about to crack.

Walking away from Feng Xiaoting was like a sports car driving through the deserted street in the early morning. He only heard the sound of street bombing, and didn't even leave him a chance to commit a foul.

Xiao Jiang can only throw down the more dangerous scar again and rush up to exchange his life for his life. Not greedy for work, mbape pushed his left side and gave him uncle Scar.

Scar is a millennium fox spirit and a desert swordsman. He has 10000 ways to break Yan Junlin face to face.

There is only one kind of ambition, his magic.

Only 38 year old da Zhi came back. In the duel between the two old goods, he slipped and blocked the bullet hole at the moment when scar pushed the far corner. I don't know how he came from thousands of miles away, but he did it.

The old cow forced me.

Ambition is such a person who swings between 'he's old' and 'he's old and forced'.

There was no time to make a personal commendation meeting for Da Zhi. Duan Xuan on the live broadcast said his most disgusting sentence: there was not much time left for the Chinese team.

Thirty thousand Chinese fans were calling Zhuo Yang's name in unison, and also booed when Deschamps used Sidibe to replace derby for delaying tactics.

Zhuo Yang was so difficult that he could even be shameless. He had a dive that was not horizontal in the restricted area.

Tuolisuo withdrew his legs in time, and Zhuo Yang ignored it at all. The air swept the hall and patted his legs on the ground.

Even Kanter was embarrassed, and the referee would not pollute himself in order to please him. Without a yellow card for Zhuo Yang, it is already a decent care for the superstar.

Ramos, the fourth official, gave a 4-minute stoppage time, which finally aroused the dissatisfaction of Deschamps, who forced the whole audience to be calm. He thought that there were no too many dead balls in the second half, and 4 minutes was obviously too much.

Sforza was also very nervous under great pressure. Deschamps forced him to talk back. Zago is actually a low-key and always wants to take the Confucian handsome route and love to dress politely in front of people, but the suffocation of the World Cup semi-final is enough to expose the tail of the Millennium fox demon.

"We hurt two in the audience. Is it too much for four minutes?"

"You should be punished for two more." Deschamps sneered, referring to the two vicious Fouls of Zheng Zhihe and Xiao Feng.

"Then you play the referee." Zago was angry and said, "you should die in the group match."

"You die!"

The two men stepped on the edge of their respective coaching area and sprayed on each other, revealing each other's shortcomings, which was very gentle. Fortunately, neither of them owed so much to neskens and susic when China and Bosnia and Herzegovina four years ago. They just tore their mouths and made no superfluous moves.

The coaching teams on both sides, Lombardo and Vaughans, Stefan and haveo, came up to persuade each other, and sprayed a few words on each other from time to time. Anyway, the fake plastic friendship before the game is now lost to Java.

When the two sides were intervened by the referee on the sidelines, they were angry but had to pretend that it didn't matter. It was 92 minutes.

The Chinese team kept hitting the ball into the French restricted area and being pushed out. At this time, the old and young men have completely lost the concept of taking care of their head and ignore their mistakes.

Nothing. Don't quarrel on the sidelines just now. Even if Sforza and Deschamps cut each other with a kitchen knife, Zhuo Yang and his teammates won't look here.

France is the same, and even scar went back to the edge of the restricted area to pester brother Zhuo Yang in person.

Just now, Zhuo Yang can do such shameless diving. The scar is clear. Only by sticking to him and kidnapping him with brotherhood can Zhuo Yang stop deepening the shameless diving.

At this point, brothers can really control Zhuo Yang's pulse. He can't pit his friends, even in such a dangerous situation.

In the end, is scar's integrity infected Zhuo Yang's righteousness, or is scar's chicken thief defeated Zhuo Yang's chicken thief? In short, Zhuo Yang can only save the team by relying on his real ability of fair competition.

The big restricted area corner suddenly shoots low. The football crosses the narrow crowd and is stopped by Loris's side attack.

The ball crashed to the left side of the restricted area. C 喆 stopped the ball and adjusted it. He immediately hit the back point. I can't tell who it is because it's crowded.

Big long legged bogba took advantage. He lifted his legs from the restricted area to clear the football, but Boba was attached to the fake Xueba and just wrote a solution. The football didn't fly far and fell at Zhuo Yang's feet.

No one dared to be careless in the restricted area. Scar, Cantor and toriso were like three leeches, tightly adsorbed on Zhuo Yang, and like three big nets, shrouded him in the dark.

Zhuo Yang pouted on his back. The three people swung left and right differently, shaking himself round with false movements. But three people can't get rid of it so easily, especially the scar is holding his ass very obscene.

The corner of the eye suddenly saw a flash of narrow defensive gap, fleeting. The end of the gap is in the goal, and this end is between toriso's legs.

Even the body doesn't have to turn. When you twist it, you knock your heel fiercely. As soon as tuolisuo's crotch cools, scar is surprised.

The route is indeed narrow, but Zhuo Yang's treatment is very accurate. The football goes straight to the goal along the gap after passing through the crotch.

But after kicking out, Zhuo Yang knew it was gone, because he saw Loris at the end of the shortcut.

This foot pays attention to a clever word and has little strength, but every door will be prepared. Football is to throw itself into the net.

Zhuo Yang sighed: I shouldn't have

The football skillfully ran towards loris, who was already half squatting. It seemed that we could see the harvest joy in the eyes of the French goalkeeper.

Suddenly, a red shoe suddenly appeared on the ground, as if it had grown directly from the grass.

Like the Dragon gall bright silver gun in Zhao Zilong's palm, it pierces the night and the sky.

The red shoes intercepted and shoveled away the football. Zhuo Yang watched it passing through the gap. Red shoes were connected with red stockings and red shorts, with a clear '7' on the side.

Leizi!

Wu Lei's shovel shot turned the football 90 °, avoided Loris's infallible left side and plunged into the right side of the goal.

Leizi, who missed two excellent goals before, finally completed the redemption at the most critical moment. Zhuo Yang and sfoza didn't believe the wrong person after all.

Wu Lei lay on the back of Captain Zhuo Yang, roared and cut his throat.

At the last moment, Leizi gave full play to his advantages in ball quotient and judgment, accurately captured the track of football among the ten thousand troops, calculated the cause and effect of shooting in an instant, and then made the most reasonable choice before the world.

90 + 3 minutes, score 2-2. This is by no means a flat goal, but a strategic goal of the Chinese team coming ashore and overlooking the French.

The Chinese team, which has the advantage of winning on penalties, will tighten the lasso around the French neck in overtime.

In this heroic Chinese team, not only has the God Zhuo Yang, the eight King Kong and the four seas return, everyone here can fight, and everyone does not abandon or give up.

The red sun rises in the East. Born and raised in Sri Lanka, I hope it will be beautiful for thousands of miles, and I hope it will be prosperous for thousands of years.