genius creator

Chapter 344
Li Ming stood outside the arena, like an ant on a hot pot, constantly gesticulating with his hands and yelling.

Although Li Ming is not very old, he is still an adult after all. He has seen big scenes, so why are he yelling there now? The key is that the game is coming to an end.

However, the Turkish players on the court ran desperately, and at this time someone finally discovered something.

"Not good, go back to defense."

Someone shouted quickly, at this time the players of the Chinese team suddenly realized that Ma Dong's ball hit the crossbar and did not go out of bounds, and the opponent seized this opportunity to launch a counterattack.

The other four players rushed to the front court, while the Chinese team had only three players behind.

Faced with a small number of enemies, the three defenders did not dare to take a shot lightly, and could only keep retreating. The opponent's attack was very fast. The players of the Chinese team tried their best to catch up, but the opponent still reached the deadly penalty area.

At this time, Li Ming had stopped shouting, and stood there watching the development of the situation, his heart had already risen to his throat, and it was up to him whether he could keep the point he got or not.

"bang"

There was a loud noise, and the opponent's striker kicked towards the goal. Nie Long stood in front of the goal and was already prepared. Facing the very fast shot, he was sure to confiscate the ball, so he attacked decisively, "Boom With a muffled sound, the ball crashed into his arms, but before Nie Long could hold it firmly, the ball broke free from his arms.

"what!!!"

The ball was so powerful that Nie Long couldn't hold it steady at all, so the ball jumped out of his arms, and the Turkish player who had been waiting on the sidelines for a long time made a follow-up shot, and the ball went straight to the goal.

Seeing the ball hit the goal net, Nie Long's first reaction was to raise his hand,

"Offside," Nie Long raised his hand and shouted.

But the referee was by his side, pointed to a Chinese player next to him, shook his head, and blew the whistle for the goal to be valid.

"Squeak~"

However, with the sound of the whistle, the faces of all the Chinese players seemed to be covered with a blank sheet of white paper.

Faced with such a situation, everyone has already expected the result, because the game is over, and no one can change the ending.

That's right, the Chinese team was killed at the last moment.

Lore! ! !lore!!!.
The Turkish player who scored the goal was hugged tightly by his teammates, and the teammates gathered together, cheering and jumping happily.

And the Chinese players on the court lowered their heads and clasped their waists with their hands, like a rooster who had lost a fight. Their usual aggressive posture was slapped.

"squeak"

The referee blew the whistle again, and this whistle stopped the Chinese team in the quarterfinals. This year's World Youth Championship stopped. government.

"thump"

On the emerald green grass, a pair of knees knelt heavily on it, a red hat fell from the black hair to the ground, and a pair of powerless hands supported the grass.

Nie Long stared blankly at the ground with empty eyes. Up to now, he still can't believe that he made a major mistake in taking action.

And the opponent's goal this time was his own fault, and Nie Long couldn't believe anything he said.

Over the Olympic Stadium, a drizzle fell, making the stadium cooler after a long war of gunpowder.

Several teammates saw Nie Long kneeling on the ground in pain, and stepped forward to help him up. Outside the field, other Chinese players led by Li Ming raised their hands and applauded continuously.

Although the Chinese team did not create history, this game fully demonstrated the strength of the Chinese team.

The most important thing is that Li Ming has discovered many outstanding talents. They are not very old. I believe that if they strengthen their training, they will be stronger in the next World Youth Championship. By then, the top eight will not be their ultimate goal. The champion will be him want.

The sky was drizzling, and the Chinese players lined up to the bottom of the stands, and bowed deeply to their fans. These are still a bunch of underage children, and no one has a better desire for victory than them more eager.

Seeing the tears in the eyes, all the fans were moved.

Today's Chinese team played very well, playing a style that has never been seen before, and has always been in the lead in the game. It is very good to be able to do this, and the fans understand it very well.

Slowly, some fans gave their thumbs up, expressing their approval of the team's performance today.

Gradually, more and more people held out their thumbs, so that all the fans held out their thumbs and shouted in unison: "Team China, Team China..."

The passionate and generous voices excited the young children below the stands. The more enthusiastic the fans were, the more sorry they felt.

The Chinese team lost, but the reason for the loss was that it was worthwhile for Chinese fans to be able to keep fighting against a strong enemy like Turkey until the end.

Turning off the computer, Yang Luo’s bedroom was very quiet. Yang Luo sat there without speaking, but recalled the scene of the players’ eyes filled with tears just now. To be honest, this also touched Yang Luo’s heart. As a professional player , Who doesn't want to represent their country and charge forward, who doesn't want to win glory for their country.

At this time, Yang Luo gradually had an idea. If he had the opportunity, he must put on the jersey of the national team and defeat powerful opponents with his compatriots. This idea slowly took root and sprouted in Yang Luo's heart.

"Yang Luo, are you okay?" Sandro interrupted the silence of the bedroom and said.

Yang Luo turned his head and smiled, "It's okay, why, I seem to have something to do."

Sandro shook his head. In his understanding, Yang Luo's country lost the game. He must be very sad in his heart, so he wanted to comfort him, but Yang Luo's expression seemed to have no effect.

"I thought you would be sad, so I want to comfort you." Sandro was very honest and said what he was thinking.

Yang Luo picked up a glass of water on the table and drank it slowly, and said: "It's normal to fail, I just hope they can learn from their failures."

Yang Luo's heart made everyone present nod frequently.

"By the way, your No. 17 played really well. Why doesn't such a player go overseas?" Sandro asked.

This question Yang Luo can only shake his head, he has not experienced such a thing, and he came to Europe, it was completely by accident, and it was also the arrangement of the coaching staff of the Zhongneng team. He really didn't know, let alone the domestic The way to deal with this kind of thing.

So I could only show embarrassment on my face, and said: "Maybe, soon."

(End of this chapter)