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Chapter 343 The Last 1 Minutes
Zhao Hu's temper has always been on fire, and he didn't restrain himself even in the World Youth Championship. Now he started yelling at the referee.

Several team members rushed over to pull Zhao Hu away. If Zhao Hu continued like this, he might get a red card.

The current situation of the team is very difficult. If one person is missing, it will be very difficult to play in the future.

Zhao Hu was dragged aside, even though the team members around him kept comforting him, Zhao Hu was still unwilling, "He obviously did it on purpose, I didn't touch him much, and he gave me a yellow card, stupid, what the hell. "

Zhao Hu was pulled away, the game resumed, and the opponent continued to serve.

This time the opponent's offensive rhythm was very fast, and he wanted to catch the opponent by surprise. Fortunately, Nie Long responded in time and quickly confiscated the ball.

In this way, the two sides continued to come and go for more than ten minutes. At this time, there were less than 5 minutes before the end of the game.

The Chinese team took the ball and launched an attack. Everyone was careful, and no one wanted to waste this opportunity.

On the front line, Zhao Hu ran fast and told his teammates with his eyes from time to time.

The teammates also spotted Zhao Hu. Although he didn't want to pass the ball to him, Zhao Hu stared at him with a fierce expression on his face, as if if he didn't pass the ball, he would take revenge at the end of the game.

In the end, the player with the ball had no choice but to give the ball to Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu took the initiative to ask for the ball. Since Zhao Hu had a very strong impact, as soon as he got the ball, the defenders rushed up.

From the beginning to the present, Zhao Hu took the ball very limited times, and the only attack was wasted by himself, so he also cherished the opportunity in front of him very much, but the defender behind him took a close defense, and it was difficult for him to even turn around.

But Zhao Hu refused to admit defeat, gritted his teeth and relied on his excellent body to forcibly turn around and forcefully squeezed his opponent behind him. Zhao Hu's performance once again aroused the exclamation of the fans on the field. It is still extremely rare here, and the characteristics of Zhao Hu's tough guy are immediately magnified.

Hearing the surprised cries from the fans, Zhao Hu was also quite proud. During this period of time, in order to increase his physical advantage, he has made unimaginable efforts. So far, he is the strongest player in the team.

The biggest shortcoming of Asian players is that apart from their technical immaturity, they are not physically dominant at all, and there is still a big gap between them and players of European descent.

Zhao Hu saw this, so he practiced desperately, the purpose is to be able to fight against stronger people on this fierce court. Now that he has achieved it, Zhao Hu has been greatly satisfied in his heart, so he threw away his arms and played. Sprint at your own limit speed.

But at this time, two defenders, one on the left and the other on the right, rushed towards Zhao Hu quickly, and they just went to the left and right to pinch, hoping to pinch Zhao Hu to death.

At this time, Li Ming, the head coach outside the field, saw it and hurriedly shouted: "Distribute the ball, distribute the ball."

Zhao Hu gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

And then... there was a "bang".

The three figures collided fiercely. Zhao Hu tried his best to control the ball under his feet, but the strength of the opponent was far beyond Zhao Hu's imagination. The two people fought very hard, and one of them kicked Zhao Hu. On Hu's leg pole, Zhao Hu gasped in pain on the spot. Zhao Hu was very strong, even the two Turkish players struggled to defend, and finally dragged Zhao Hu to the ground.

"Damn," Zhao Hu jumped up from the ground, his face was bulging with veins, and he was about to explode with anger. How could he be full of such violent fouls? It's simply too despicable.

"squeak"

The referee ran over, and without saying a word, took out a yellow card, and the player who dragged Zhao Hu down smiled helplessly and walked away.

The referee signaled to the Chinese team the ball.

Standing in front of the ball, Zhao Hu felt like a volcano was erupting in his heart. He wished he could go up and give the gringo a hard lesson, but before the lesson, he must use this kick to let the other party know how good he is. He looked up. In the blink of an eye, there is less than 1 minute left, and the score is now 2:2. Let Turkey go to hell with this kick.

"Wait."

A player behind Zhao Hu hurriedly stopped him. Zhao Hu turned his head for a while and was about to show an impatient expression, but he saw the fourth official outside the field holding up a substitution sign.

Zhao Hu squinted his eyes, "Why did this kid come up here?"

"Zhao Hu, I will punish this ball." Ma Dong ran up and said.

Ma Dong, who scored a total of 10 goals during the Campus Cup, 9 of which were free kicks, is nicknamed Beima.

The Southern Leopards, Northern Horses, and Western Arhats in the past were the all-powerful figures during the Campus Cup. Because of their outstanding abilities, these people were uniformly recruited into this year's National Youth Team, and Ma Dong's appearance this time made Zhao Hu extremely unhappy .

"Why?" Zhao Hu asked unconvinced.

Ma Dong went up and pointed to the outside of the court. Zhao Hu saw the head coach Li Ming at a glance. Li Ming kept gesticulating, and the meaning of the gesture was very obvious, that is, to hand the ball to Ma Dong.

Time passed by, and free kicks were indeed not Zhao Hu's strong point. Seeing that there was not much time in the game, Zhao Hu could only bear the anger and let the ball out.

"Hmph." Zhao Hu snorted coldly and ran into the restricted area.

Zhao Hu's character made Donggu and Sandro feel a little uncomfortable.

"Yang Luo, this guy has a weird personality, he seems to be at odds with his teammates." Donggu asked curiously.

Yang Luo nodded helplessly. This Zhao Hu really hasn't changed at all, except that his body is much stronger than before, and his temper is still as bad as ever.

"Yes, his temper is not as bad as usual," Yang Luo didn't comment too much, and he had nothing to say about Zhao Hu.

Ma Dong stood in front of the ball, pondered for a while, waited for the referee's whistle and kicked it out.

"Bang" sound.

The ball directly drew an arc and flew towards the goal.

There is not much time left for the Chinese team. At this time, Li Ming sent Ma Dong, hoping to create an opportunity through set kicks. Of course, it is best to score goals. He still has a certain degree of confidence in Ma Dong, because he is The best player on the team.

The arc of the ball is very large, and the speed of the ball is very fast. At this time, the fourth official outside the field has raised the overtime sign, which shows 1 minute, which means that there is still 1 minute left before the end of the game.

All the fans held their breath, and when the ball fell, it was announced that the game was over, so everyone was looking forward to whether the goal would be scored or not.

"when"

The ball hit the crossbar with a crisp sound.

"I'll go~" Ma Dong couldn't believe it, his foot actually hit the beam, and if he didn't go down a little bit, he would have entered.

The goal was missed, and many players sighed, because they pinned all their hopes on Ma Dong.

Just when everyone was regretting, someone outside the court suddenly shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry back to defense!!!"

(End of this chapter)