Fox in the Penalty Area

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Meli stood in front of the football, with his hands on his hips, he wanted to take the free kick he made himself.

He looked forward. The Chinese players were building a wall. From the expressions on their faces, you could see that these people were also very nervous, with their faces tense and a little stiff.

Then Melly's gaze crossed the wall. Although he could not see it from him, he still knew that the head of the second person from the right of the wall was the upper right corner of the goal.

It is also the bullseye of his free kick.

He is going to kick the football into that place, a final word!

End this close-to-hand match that was exhausting for both sides.

The TV broadcast gave Melly the close-up just at this time.

What appeared in front of audiences all over the world was a resolute image with a slight frown, staring straight ahead.

"Melí Banega is going to take this free kick. He also had the experience of free kicks in this position when he was in the Madrid Kings. So the Olympic players must be extra careful and must be vigilant..." He Feng's introduction made the Chinese fans in front of the TV extremely nervous.

Xie Lan put her hands together in front of her mouth, and did not dare to take a mouthful, for fear that her breathing at home could interfere with the performance of the distant Olympic team.

Hu Lixin is not as cautious as she is, but his expression is serious.

Santa Lucia, who had been noisy for almost the entire game, was a little quieter, and the crisp whistle sounded at this moment.

Meli tiptoed before the run-up. This is his iconic move. Whether it is a free kick or a penalty kick, he will do it-and the media has analyzed his action to help Mellie exert strength. But it's all nonsense. In an interview, Melly said that this was just a habit of him.

After starting on tiptoe, Melly kicked the football with his left foot. He did not lean to the right to increase the pull of his foot. Instead, he still kept his body upright and relied on the power of his left foot. Kick the football!

While he played, the Chinese Olympic team's man wall also took off collectively.

But football still found a breakthrough in the walls of people of different heights, and drilled through a pass!

When the ball went through the wall, Lin Zhiyuan, who had run laterally from the moment Messi started, also leaped into the air, reaching out to the upper right corner of the goal-he didn't wait for the football to go through the wall and start again. late.

He was betting that Melly would kick that place.

He was right!

He hit the ball on the edge of his right palm!

The football bounced up and hit the crossbar!

Bounced back into the field again!

Cantero, who was in ambush in the penalty area, planned to rush up to fill the shot. As a result, he had just started when he saw a figure had reached the ball!

Lin Zhiyuan, who had not yet landed, also caught a glimpse of the figure, and his heart was about to jump out at the time. But after he saw who it was, he let out a sigh: I was scared to death!

It's Hu Lai!

He used his head to push the football out of the baseline before everyone else.

A corner kick was given to Argentina, but it did not give Argentina a chance to shoot the empty goal.

Until then everyone reacted, and the narrator He Feng yelled, clutching his beating heart: "Merry’s free kick is of very high quality, but Lin Zhiyuan made a key save! Hu Lai relayed in the penalty area. Get the football out of the siege...The Chinese team has survived another catastrophe!"

"Melly's ball really went to the dead corner... Lin Zhiyuan used his ability to the extreme, and Hu Lai's clearance in the penalty area is also very important! Go for the Olympic team! Hold on!" Yan Kang cheered for the team.

Meli looked at the goal with his head in his hands. Some could not believe that his high-quality free kick was blocked by the opponent.

When the ball is out, he has a very strange feeling, that the ball will definitely be scored, it feels like putting the football into a dead corner with his hands.

But the reality did not develop as he expected.

A hand suddenly came out and roughly interrupted the original comfortable picture. It was like a mirror-smooth water surface with no ripples. Suddenly someone dropped a stone, and it was like the tightly connected bricks on the wall were suddenly covered. People cut off a piece...

Lin Zhiyuan got up from the ground, turned and rushed to Hu Lai, pulled him into his arms, then raised his hand and slapped his back vigorously, making a thick and dull sound like a drum.

Upon seeing this, He Feng smiled and said: "Lin Zhiyuan really needs to thank Hu Lai, otherwise, this was originally a wonderful save, but it will become the fuse of losing the ball, from hero to bear, that is Hu Lai. The difference at this end!"

Hu Lai grinned as he was slapped, and in the end he couldn't help but broke free from Lin Zhiyuan's restraint, and said angrily: "You did it on purpose!"

Lin Zhiyuan laughed: "The heart of a villain! I thank you sincerely!"

"Then you invite me to dinner!"

Lin Zhiyuan's laughter paused for a second: "Lost!"

Wang Guangwei and his teammates pounced and hugged them both: "Pretty!"

Hu Lai announced loudly in the crowd: "Lin Zhiyuan said that in order to thank me, he would invite me to dinner!"

Teammates said one after another: "It should be!"

"Xiaolinzi is still atmospheric!"

Lin Zhiyuan: "Hu Lai, are you special..." He could only try to divert the subject.

"What are you happy about? Is it time to be happy now? Defensive corner kick!" He struggled to break away from everyone's embrace, raising his hand to disperse the Olympic teammates around him. "Man-marking! Don't miss one! The more you get to the end, the more you can't relax your guard!"

He Feng and Yan Kang could not hear what the players in front of the goal were saying. They could only see the picture. They saw their teammates huddling the two heroes Lin Zhiyuan and Hu Lai in the free kick defense. When everyone was laughing around them, and then seeing Lin Zhiyuan raising his hands and shouting something very seriously, it should be reminding everyone to defend the corner...

"It's so good, Yan Kang. These young people are so good!" He Feng said with emotion. "Even if the team is out this time, these young people are enough to bring hope to Chinese football."

"Yes, He Feng. There was a gust of wind blowing on the court, bringing us fresh air, which made people excited!"

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The Argentine corner kick came out and Wang Guangwei jumped high ahead of Juan Sosa and knocked the football out at the first point.

"Good shot! Wang Guangwei header to make a clearance!"

The football flew outside, Argentina controlled the second point. However, the overall plastic surgery of the Chinese team remained intact, and the center could only be transferred to the side.

Right wing guard Diego Rodriguez tried to pass on the right, but Chen Xingyi blocked his ball with his leg and flew out of the baseline.

Argentina won another corner kick.

"Watch people! Don't let your goal run away!" Lin Zhiyuan's loud voice rang again. He stood in front of the door, raising his hands to swear his existence.

After shouting these words, he suddenly realized that his heartbeat was not as fast as before...

No, it's still fast, but this fast has another meaning-excitement.

He put down his raised hands and spread them flat.

This goal area has height restrictions, speed limits, no flying, and no goals!

When Meli kicked the football towards the goal, Lin Zhiyuan yelled: "Mine!!!"

Then he rushed out, jumped into the air, stretched out his hands, and caught the ball first among the Argentine players and Olympic teammates who jumped up to compete for the top.

In the process, he also felt someone hit his body. He shook it, but his hands kept holding the football firmly and held it high, as if he was swearing sovereignty, not only against football, but also right. For this goal.

After landing, Lin Zhiyuan glanced at the right road and saw that Luo Kai was already running out, so he threw the football over.

Luo Kai looked back and saw the football flying over, and quickly confirmed the situation in front of him-there was an Argentine player.

He decided not to stop the ball, hop the football directly out, and then race against the opponent, relying on his speed and first mover advantage to force overtaking.

But in the end he waded too big. He successfully waded the defensive player, caught the opponent by surprise, but took the football off the sideline...

Luo Kai still chased to the sideline, as if he still had the strength to vent.

Then he looked up to the sky with regret ~www.ltnovel.com~ After screaming, he quickly turned around and ran back to the court to enter a new round of defense.

Argentina quickly issued the out-of-bounds ball. As soon as the left wing guard Augusto Cardoso received the football, Roquet had already rushed forward and he quickly stopped and turned to protect the football.

Luo Kai shifted in front of him, lowered his center of gravity, and stood ready.

"Eighty minutes and five minutes, five minutes left, and another five minutes!" The players on the National Olympics bench anxiously shouted to their teammates in the field, reminding them of time and giving them hope.

In a few minutes, we will be able to draw against Argentina for the first time in an international competition! In a few minutes, we will create a more glorious history! So hold on, brothers!

At the same time, the Chinese fans, who occupied nearly half of the stands at the Santa Lucia Stadium, sang in unison, cheering for the number one home team in their hearts.

He Feng only heard the first sentence at the scene, and he felt a numb scalp and got goose bumps...

Yan Kang's mouth just opened next to him also closed.

"Get up-people who don't want to be slaves! Build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall!!"

"The Chinese nation has arrived! The most dangerous time! Everyone is forced to make the final roar!"

"stand up--!"

"stand up--!!"

"stand up--!!!"

"We are one mind! Braving the enemy's fire! Go ahead!"

"Breaking the enemy fire! Go ahead!"

"go ahead!"

"Go forward! Come in!!"

He Feng and Yan Kang didn’t make any sound. They let the recognizable loud singing voice be transmitted back to the TV sets of thousands of households in China through satellite signals, mixed with the noise of the scene, in countless living rooms, Bedrooms, bars, restaurants, shopping malls, squares... echo!