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"Wu Sanshi!"

He Wei couldn't help but shout the names of the players of the national football team when he saw them jumping up and preparing to head the ball.

It was as if the louder he shouted, the more accurate the shot would be, as if he was trying to give the players on the field more strength.

Wu Sanshi jumped as high as he could and then shook his head.

Then he saw the football fly into the net. Although the goalkeeper of Uzbekistan stretched out his hand, it was in vain.

"2:2! Wu Sanshi helped the national football team to equalize the score. Who could have thought that under such circumstances, he was sent off as the core midfielder. Under such circumstances, the captain on the field actually equalized the score. This is so encouraging. Wait a minute, the referee indicated that it was offside first, so this ball does not count!!!"

Then, the broadcast camera gave a replay of the moment when the ball was just passed.

"We can see that the Uzbek full-back on the other side is dragged behind, Wu Sanshi is not offside, this is a good ball! No, we can also see that although Wu Sanshi has jumped up as much as possible, he did not touch the ball.

In other words, this ball should be counted on Li Chu's head. It is even more impossible to be considered offside. This is definitely a wrong judgment, and it will affect the trend of the entire game."

He Wei's tone was full of sighs. He also knew that in the current environment, everything depends on the opinion of the referee on the field. If he does not change the judgment, there is no way for others.

The score cannot be changed after the game.

"The referee team of this game is obviously black. This goal was blown. I can't believe it."

"Damn it, if this goal was scored, we could have played a defensive counterattack. Anyway, one point is enough. Now we are completely passive."

"I wonder if these West Asian referees came here on purpose. The whistle was not only biased but also black."

"The situation was already very unfavorable, and a good goal was wrongly judged. The morale is even lower now."

All netizens were indignant about such a penalty, but it had no effect on the situation on the field.

At this time, the players of the national football team were also very angry. When they went up to argue with the referee, they were shown two yellow cards in a row. Li Chu ran over and pulled all his teammates back. If one more person was sent off, they really couldn't play anymore.

The head coach of the national football team, Perrin, was quite calm on the sidelines, but there was a mysterious smile on his face, as if he had seen through something mysterious.

Then Perrin made a series of substitutions, replacing Sun Ke on the wing and Feiji in the middle.

He replaced Zhao Yijiao, another defensive midfielder, and Laohao, a national football player.

"We noticed that otherwise we would have made substitutions very quickly. When the score was behind, two attacking players were replaced with a defensive midfielder. Is Perrin trying to win by losing less? And finally qualify by goal difference?"

He Wei felt that Perrin's request was stable.

Although there was one less player on the field, the score of the game was behind, and it didn't make much sense to let the defensive players defend at this time.

After all, if they lost this game, as long as they could win the next game against North Korea, they would still have the initiative to qualify.

Of course, it is not impossible to give up and surrender in this game now, after all, there is one less player.

"I won't watch it anymore. I'm so angry that I don't even want to eat dinner."

"Now there's only one attacking player left, Wu Sanshi. How can we play? We're one man short. I won't watch it anymore."

"The Chinese national football team can't even maintain its lead, let alone being one man behind. I think this game is over."

Coach Shi started to comment again.

"On the surface, this game was caused by the referee's problem, which led to the Chinese national football team's unfavorable situation. In fact, Li Chu's multiple losses of the ball in the midfield were the key. According to the statistics I got, Li Chu touched the ball 23 times and lost the ball 11 times. Outsiders only look at the scene and see Li Chu's wonderful passes, but they don't see that he made so many mistakes..."

This time, Coach Shi didn't just criticize people, but gave the data in an orderly manner, which made fewer netizens criticize without saying anything, and others were a little hesitant.

"Can someone tell me, is this data reliable? Did Li Chu lose the ball so many times? I didn't see the Uzbek players steal the ball from him so many times."

"Did Shi XX make it up?"

"I saw it, there is this real-time statistics, it's true."

"Fuck, Li Chu lost the ball so many times."

"Brothers, don't get angry, this old guy thinks the so-called loss of the ball, let me tell you what it means, it's not just being intercepted that counts as losing the ball,If the ball is passed and teammates fail to receive it, it is also considered a loss of possession. Think about how many threatening balls Li Chu has tried to pass. If his teammates can receive it comfortably every time, wouldn't Uzbekistan be beaten into a sieve? "

"Knowledge has increased again. This is a big boss. The analysis is good. I almost let Shi XX fool me again!"

"Damn, Shi XX is too insidious. How could he not know what it means to lose possession of the ball? Is he deliberately so weird?"

At this time, Coach Shi is no longer on Chongyang TV. No one invites him. He is now on a small platform and knows how to have a large amount of traffic, so he will not stop until he makes shocking remarks.

Although some people who understand football know that he is talking nonsense and is purely alarmist, there are also many fans who do not know the truth and are influenced by him.

On the field, Li Chu persuaded the angry teammates one by one, and he looked like a captain.

"Don't worry, there is still a lot of time."

"Your goal was blown, why are you not angry? "Wu Sanshi was a little curious.

"I'm angry, who said I'm not angry, but being angry is useless. I want to vent my anger on Uzbekistan, and beating them is the best revenge."

"Well said, MD, isn't it just one less person? If each of us runs two more steps, we can make up for this gap! Damn, I don't believe it!" Wu Sanshi spit a mouthful of sticky saliva on the ground with hatred, as if the grass was the face of the referee.

"Count me in, a real man, don't make dirty money, don't flirt with little sluts, don't play cowardly football! Fight!" Zhang Chengdong also came to join in the fun.

More people joined in.

The game started again, but soon the listless fans found that the national football team played more and more actively on the field, while Uzbekistan knew it well and had just taken advantage of it, but was hesitant and not so confident.

"Yo? Is the national football team going to be strong? ”

“Is this true? It looks like a last gasp…”