Stop the ball ten meters away, the goal depends on Meng

Chapter 97 Kicking?Let the pros do it!

Counting injury time, there are about 5 minutes left.

Although Iran wants to strengthen the offensive, they are playing more with less. When morale is low, the players are impetuous.

Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, Camacho finally used up the last substitution spot with confidence. Teenager Wu Lei went into battle, and midfielder Qin Sheng went to rest.

Qin Sheng, who is proficient in eight foreign languages, walked out while pointing two fingers at the Iranian players, cursing and swearing.

The nearest Iranian player was furious, and was about to jump up to give him a kick, but was stopped by his teammates:
"The game isn't over yet!"

The Iranian players can only swallow their anger, but their mentality has collapsed!
In the second minute of stoppage time, Su Changwei also showed off a sidewalk racing.

Zhang Linpeng passed the ball to his feet, he looked up to observe the opponent's defensive position, and made a decisive move!
The Iranian midfielder Nekonan kept pulling and tripping, but he just didn't let him stop.

The defender who rushed from the side stretched out his foot to intercept, but was predicted by Su Changwei in advance, another explosion!
Seeing that he was about to go straight to the goal with an inside cut, the last defender of the Iranian team could only shovel him into the sky with a flying shovel!

"Call!!"

"Thief your mother!"

"WCNM!"

The Suzaku Stadium was booed everywhere, and the fans in the stands were already cursing the eighteen generations of Iranian players' ancestors in the most vicious way!
Camacho on the sidelines was even more pale, and the calm complacency just now disappeared without a trace!

[God, when will you be able to destroy these heretics? 】

【Ah Wei, don't get hurt! 】

[At least, after I finish playing in Qatar and I sign a new contract with the Football Association, you won’t get injured again! 】

The referee from Australia did not show mercy. He did not hesitate to draw a red card and expelled the defender who was about to commit a tactical foul.

There are only nine players left on the Iranian team! -
"Xiao Su, Xiao Su, are you okay?"

Captain Sun Xiang, Yu Dabao, and Wu Lei all eagerly asked about his condition.

Zheng Zhi, Zhang Linpeng, and Huang Bowen expressed their concern for their teammates with practical actions. They directly blocked the fouled Iranian defender and prepared to teach him a lesson.

"Let me come! Let me come!"

A voice shouted loudly, even the fans in the stands could hear it clearly.

I saw Qin Sheng, who had just left the stage, rushing towards him with strides, and without a word, it was just a flying kick!
The Iranian team was caught off guard and was directly kicked in the chest, flying five or six meters away!
"Drip drip!"

The referee blew his whistle like crazy, and immediately gave Qin Sheng a red card!
Qin Sheng laughed nonchalantly, patted his ass, turned and left!

"Qin Sheng! Boom, boom, boom!"

"Good job! Boom, boom, boom!"

"The last time you shoveled our players, this account will be written off!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of intense drumming and cheers from the stands.

Amid the cheers of 5 people, Qin Sheng, who was expelled with a red card for a violent foul, swaggered into the player tunnel like an unyielding fighter and a national hero.

Behind him, there was a round of applause.

"Is this guy doing it on purpose?"

Camacho analyzed it calmly.

Casselen nodded:
"The next game against Qatar, he would not have started..."

Camacho's eyes were like a torch, and he saw everything:
"He's taking revenge for Ah Wei!"

"The Chinese...are terribly smart!"
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"Damn, this kick is really hard!"

Su Changwei finally stood up. Looking at the bruises on his legs, he couldn't help but curse.

Fortunately, my injury probability has been reduced by 20%, and I have predicted one step in advance, otherwise I will have to recuperate for at least another two months for this side shovel!

"Brother Xiang, let me come!"

He exhaled and stood for the free throw for the second time.

This time, Sun Xiang didn't have any objection in his heart, so he walked back five or six meters away to enjoy his performance up close.

There were two fewer Iranian players, and they couldn't even build a human wall. Looking at the ruthless Su Changwei, they couldn't help their hearts beating faster!
"Su Changwei's eyes revealed a trace of determination, but also revealed a trace of ferocity, run-up...the goal was scored!!! 3:0!"

Looking at the arc that cut through the restricted area, Liu Jianhong slammed the table, which shocked Gong Lei!
"The angle of the free throw this time is much more biased than the first time, and it is more difficult, but for Su Changwei, scoring is as easy as breathing!"

【Beep! 】

[Complete a direct free kick and scored twice!Lucky value +5! 】

[Current lucky value: 104! 】

When Su Changwei was still reminiscing about the graceful curve ball just now, a prompt sounded in the back of his mind:

[Advanced task activated:
After using Draw Player 100 times, the system can be upgraded to the Plus version!

Current progress: 41/100! 】

His scalp is a little numb:

[The system is still upgraded? 】

[Which profiteer did you learn from? 】

[Can you tell me, this PLUS version... What's new? 】

The voice in my mind paused for a while, and quickly gave a reply:
[You can directly draw designated players. 】

Su Changwei's eyelids couldn't help but twitch!
[I want to draw C Rocca Cadimaria every game, wouldn't that be invincible? ! 】
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The game is not over yet, and there are still 2 full minutes left for the Iranian team.

They launched a desperate onslaught, but they were easily intercepted by Feng Xiaoting because of insufficient troops, so they launched a counterattack!

Since Su Changwei was still returning to defense just now, Zheng Zhi passed the ball to Wu Lei who was at the front. The young martial arts king was fast, but he was unable to change direction under the close pressing of the opponent. Finally, he was brought down on the right side of the penalty area and won a free kick.

There is no need to mention it this time, everyone has kept a distance from the penalty spot...

Su Changwei, who was standing at the penalty spot, glanced at the goal and frowned.

The angle is too biased, and with his + Hao Junmin's ability, it is not very sure to score directly.

So he raised his left hand and gestured to his teammates:
[The third set of tactics! 】

[Feint ahead to divert! 】

He didn't retreat too much, he only took a run-up step and rubbed the football back!

Zhang Linpeng and Feng Xiaoting from the previous point made a feint, leading half of the defensive players to the near post, and the football flew precisely in front of Wu Lei behind the crowd!
At this time, Wu Lei was only a marginal rookie in the national team, and he was only 1.7 meters [-] tall. The Iranian team, which was understaffed, did not arrange special marking at all. He shot a volley from the far side, and the football flew into the net like lightning!
4: 0!

After scoring the goal, Wu Lei was extremely excited. He took off his jersey and shouted at the fans in the stands!

His passionate celebration also aroused even more intense cheers from the fans!
The sound of the drums was rumbled endlessly.

Wu Lei, who received a yellow card, didn't mind, but smiled all over his face.

This is his first goal in the official game of the national team!

To be able to score in the top ten of the World Cup qualifiers, and to be able to score against a strong enemy like Iran, even if it is just an icing on the cake, it is worth a yellow card!
【Beep! 】

Su Changwei, who had another assist, reaped another wave of rewards:
[Assist scored twice, lucky value +2! 】

[The performance in this field surpassed the draw target Hao Junmin, and the extra bonus lucky value +5! 】

[Current lucky value: 111! 】

The Iranian player kicked off for the fifth time and heard the whistle of the referee:

"Drip, drip, drip~~"

Qin Sheng, who was standing in the player tunnel, jumped out with a stride. He stretched out four fingers, showing off to the frustrated Iranian players!

"..."

The Iranian players looked at each other and could see the anger in each other's eyes.

Someone rolled up their sleeves and looked fiercely at Qin Sheng:

"Now, can I hit him?"

At this moment, Qin Sheng understood this Persian sentence without a teacher, turned around and rushed into the main player channel!

He will never be found unless the Iranian team demolishes the stadium!
(End of this chapter)