Revenge On China's Soccer World, World Cup Helps Fight C La

"At this time node, as well as this familiar position on the left side in front of the big forbidden area, have you remembered anything Teacher He Wei?"

The commentator Ze Yuan in the live broadcast room, watching the Portuguese team gather together, slowly spoke.

At this time, He Wei blurted out:

"Soaring like a shock, like a dragon!"

As He Wei spoke, the memories engraved in the hearts of the fans in the live broadcast room suddenly flooded into his mind.

"In the group stage of the 18 World Cup, Portugal faced a strong Spain, and Cristiano Ronaldo scored a hat-trick in the 87th minute to save the equalizer for Portugal."

"That night was a night for Portugal No. 7, a night for Cristiano Ronaldo, a night of miracles for Ronaldo!"

Ze Yuan couldn't help but look expectant.

"I don't know if anyone in Portugal will be able to replicate this miracle tonight."

He Wei was still immersed in memories and lowered his head in disappointment.

"The person who used to write miracles, he is no longer on the field~

" Wu Lei: "Today's Portuguese team still has Yuqin!"

"Don't forget, he blasted the Swiss goal with an elevator ball last game."

At this time, the clearer the situation, the more desperate the people became, and He Wei sighed with some emotion.

"Yu Qin's kick is a supplementary shot by Ronaldo, if he pursues a shot at that angle, it is already a blessing that the ball does not fly out of the door."

"But if you don't pursue that kind of dead end, judging by Bunu's heroic performance today, the Portuguese team is still hopeless."

"It's almost an unsolvable deadlock."

He Wei's calm analysis plunged the live broadcast room into a short silence, he was telling the truth, and it was also the fact that made the fans desperate.

......

Yu Qin stood at the starting position of the free kick, looking at the goal thirty meters away from him, trying to scrape all the shooting memories and shooting practices in his mind about this position.

Everything on the pitch at this time, the earth-shaking shouts of Morocco, the hoarse encouragement of the players, and his own heavy gasps, have nothing to do with him now.

There was only one thought in his mind: through the Moroccan goal!

Equalize for your team and turn your fortune against the clock!

Morocco's human wall defense was ready, and goalkeeper Bunu raised his hand to signal that he was ready.

The referee signaled that Yuqin could start making free throws, and

at this moment, Yuqin, who was immersed in memories, forgot the eyes of the world watching him.

An eerie silence fell within his own vision, except for the violent beating of his own heart, which shook his bulging temples.

Yu Qin had left everything behind, leaving only the purest memory in his mind.

He stepped back and gradually distanced himself from the football, one step at a time, until he was most satisfied with the distance.

Facing Yu Qin's close-up, He Wei came to the spirit again at this time.

"He's going to hit the door! We have seen this look, and every time he shoots, Yu Qin is this look!

"Such firm eyes are the same as those of Ronaldo's night!"

"Yuqin, he wants to be the hero of the Portuguese team! He wants to create a miracle that belongs to him! Write his own night! "

......

Yu Qin began to accelerate, and he completely forgot his pain.

His startup speed was so fast that even the camera that zoomed in to Yuqin's face did not keep up with his rhythm at all.

Just as Yuqin's speed reached his limit, he raised his right foot high backwards, like a crescent moon.

Then hit the football hard, "bang" a loud sound, even the referee not far from the penalty point was stunned.

It was not the elevator ball that Bunu expected, Yuqin sent a slash to the ground!

Morocco's human wall has been predicted in advance and jumped high.

The football was close to the ground, as if flying towards the goal with a roar.

The Moroccan goalkeeper faced a slash straight to the other side of his side, making a save gesture with all his might.

However, when the football was about to reach the goal, it fell, catching Bunu, who thought he had predicted the landing point of the football, off guard.

Stick to the ground + the fall of the elevator ball!

Bunu instantly knew the answer in his mind, but the football had already smashed on the grass, directly past Bunu's defense, and the ejection fell into the Moroccan goal.

The Moroccan fans in the stadium instantly fell silent, and in the silence, the Portuguese viewing area erupted into deafening cheers.

Although the number was far inferior to the Moroccan fans, the fans suppressed the noise to the extreme, as if they were going to overturn the entire arena.

Yuqin after Yuqin clenched his fists, and at this time he rarely did not celebrate madly.

Looking at Cristiano Ronaldo, who hugged Santos tightly on the sidelines, Yu Qin knew that if he didn't really win his opponent, he was not qualified to cheer.

The commentators in the live broadcast room who saw this scene were instantly detonated by Yuqin.

Wu Lei couldn't help but shout: "Beautiful! Pretty, pretty!

He Wei's tone was close to hoarse: "Ninety-two minutes, Yu Qin really penetrated the Moroccan goal at this desperate point in time!"

Ze Yuan was still incredulous: "What kind of big heart does Yuqin have!" Dare to bet on a slash that is related to the life and death of the Portuguese team in such a situation! "

If the Moroccan man doesn't jump, if he shoots a little bit higher, Portugal could miss the last chance to attack."

He Wei tried hard to calm his mood, looked at the expressionless face in the camera, and slowly pointed to Ronaldo Yuqin, who pointed to his captain's armband, and he was surging and unable to help himself.

"We can see that after breaking the goal, Yuqin basically has no expression on his face, but from his fierce eyes, it reveals unprecedented firmness."

"In just seven minutes, Yuqin completed his transformation in today's game!"

"It is such a hero who saved the Portuguese team, and at this time, we must not forget the captaincy handed over to him when Cristiano Ronaldo exited!"

"This is where Yuqin's power lies!"

"Victory, do not rejoice; Defeated, not discouraged; Those who have a thunderous chest and a face like a flat lake can worship the general! With

He Wei's affectionate commentary, at this moment, I don't know how many fans can't help but burst into tears.

Portugal 1:1 Morocco.

Ninety-two minutes with a close equaliser, it was this small number, but it saved the entire Portuguese team.

Ze Yuan's voice was also a little choked.

"Today's goal is definitely an excellent embodiment of Yuqin's ability to break the goal!"

"I saw some people say that the teams Yuqin played against before had no weight, but today's match proves the gold content of the World Cup quarterfinals."

"Morocco, which eliminated Spain, no one can underestimate!"

"If we talk about the World Cup in '18, it was Cristiano Ronaldo who carried the Portuguese team alone; Then Qatar in 22 years is Yuqin alone dragging the Portuguese team out of a mortal situation.

"There is no doubt that today is the night that belongs to the number nine of the Portuguese team, and it is a miracle night that belongs to Yuqin!"