Chapter 80 Yi Le's World Wave

At 42 minutes, the sharp whistle sounded again, followed by cheers from the Honduran fans.

Zheng Zhi roared in displeasure: "Are you two gourds? It's not enough to lose one, so why lose two?"

Li Xuepeng and Zhang Linfan lowered their heads, not daring to refute.

Zheng Zhi was very depressed, the whole advantage was gone, and he was still one goal behind.

 …

Conceding two goals in a row directly caused the mentality of Chinese fans to burst.

In particular, Zhang Linfan and Li Xuepeng's defensive mistakes were caught by them.

Even the fans have some negative remarks.

"It's over, two in a row, what is this?"

"It's a fart for qualifying. Playing in the World Cup in this state will be abused. Going out is also shameful!"

"Hold on! You can't lose!!"

"Score a goal, just one goal."

"Scoring a goal is useless? Isn't it a tie!"

"Can you fuck off upstairs? Don't disgust me, the two sides are tied, and the side with the most away goals wins? I don't understand anything, but I'm talking nonsense!"

 …

At the commentary stand, the three explanations hurried around.

"It's not good to play like this! There must be changes, it's too passive."

"At this time, someone must stand up. Our morale is low, and someone needs to encourage the players."

Although the three of them didn't say it clearly, the TV camera was aimed at Yi Le.

In front of the camera, Yi Le's face was rarely serious, he took a few deep breaths, turned around and walked towards Zheng Zhi, covered his mouth with one hand, and said: "Captain, we are going to attack, we can't play defense anymore, the worst is to play against them. "

"What if the opponent expands the score?"

"Even so, do we have to play hard?" Yi Le said seriously; "We are already behind, defense is meaningless, what is needed now is offense, defense is just a slow death, I don't want to lose, even if I make a mistake, I will Don't want to do nothing!"

Hearing this, Zheng Zhi was taken aback.

Even if you make a mistake, why don't you want to do nothing?

These words touched Zheng Zhi a lot.

Maybe...they just lack the courage.

"How do you want to play?" Zheng Zhi asked.

Yi Ledao: "Just fight against each other. If they dare to pounce, they must be prepared to be counterattacked by us, increase the running distance, and carry out more regional cooperation whether it is offense or defense."

Zheng Zhi nodded and said, "Do you need to tell the old man?"

Just as Yi Le opened his mouth, he was suddenly interrupted by a roar.

Lippi stood on the sideline, like a lion, roaring angrily: "Attack! Attack! Fuck them!"

Yi Le: "..."

Zheng Zhi: "..."

 …

In the stands, the Chinese fans no longer cheered. They looked at the stadium anxiously, and they had long lost the spirit before the start of the game.

Pairs of eyes looked at the court full of worry, and they looked forward to someone who could stand up and reverse the situation.

Honduras scored two goals in a row, which greatly boosted their morale.

They began to intensify their offense, the entire midfield was pressed forward, and the backcourt was directly pressed near the center circle.

Yi Le watched all this coldly, he just needed a chance to fight back.

Elis still made a breakthrough along the right, and with his confidence soaring, he even started to play tricks.

The movement range is very large, and I want to play Li Xuepeng.

But Li Xuepeng calmed down this time.

During the stalemate between the two, Zheng Zhi slapped the horse, and directly intercepted the ball with a clean sliding tackle, while Ellis also fell to the ground under instability.

Elis fell to the ground, his head was a little dizzy, but he still raised his hand subconsciously.

But the referee shook his head and stretched his hands toward the Honduran defense.

Go on the offensive!

Zheng Zhi didn't look at the referee at all, he directly hit the ball to Yi Le.

Seeing Yi Le running towards the ball, the Honduran player who was still a little swollen shivered suddenly.

"Retreat to defend!!!——"

Saquilei yelled in horror.

But he still finished shouting, and Yi Le hit the ball with a through ball like a scalpel.

This through ball directly tore through the opponent's defense line, and with Wu Lei's forward drive, it instantly formed a single-handed shot.

"Wu Lei single-handedly!!!——"

The three commentators roared and got up together.

The Chinese fans at the scene were also in an uproar. They stared at the ball closely, full of apprehension.

Must score!

Must score! !

Wu Lei rushed into the penalty area at high speed, and Saquilei's speed was not slow, and he had already caught up with Wu Lei from behind.

Wu Lei also felt the pursuer behind him, and he knew that he would be overtaken by the opponent if he took a few more steps.

In desperation, he could only try to shoot.

boom! !

Volley hard.

The ball has a lot of power.

"Wu Lei shot!! Can this goal be scored!!"

In the next second, Duan Xuan wailed and said: "We were thrown out, we..."

"it's not finished yet!!"

Zhan Jun suddenly took the conversation, he looked at the screen excitedly, squatted down, and leaned forward, as if he was going to plunge into the screen.

"Yi Le! Yi Le! Where the ball landed is Yi Le!!"

The Chinese fans at the scene also stared wide-eyed, and they clenched their hands tightly together.

Yi Le rushed to where the ball landed.

At this moment, his mind was blank, and there was only one instruction in his mind, shoot!

Everything seems to be in slow motion.

The ball fell slowly.

Yi Le stepped on the ground with his left foot, raised his right foot high, and kept his whole body pouring down. When the ball fell to a certain level, he pulled his thigh back suddenly, and his calf drew the ball viciously.

Boom! ! !

Under the tremendous force, the ball was squeezed into an oval shape and flew out instantly like a cannonball.

The black and white ball draws a straight line in the air.

Changhong runs through the sun, with unparalleled arrogance!

The ball flew over the penalty area and went straight into the upper right corner.

Yi Le watched the ball enter the opponent's goal, then ran to the bottom of the stands of the Chinese fans, clenched his fists and roared.

Roar! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The Chinese fans were also stunned for a long time, and then 10,000 people roared in unison, shaking the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Roar! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

"World wave!!!!!!——"

"Absolute world wave!!! Violent shot from outside the penalty area!! This goal is too domineering!!"

"This must be 15 meters, it's awesome! This goal is too domineering!"

"The Honduras goalkeeper didn't even react!"

"This is the ability of a top star! This is why Yi Le is worth 200 million yuan. He is the key man!"

"Now with this goal, we are leading again. The total score is 2:2, but we have an away goal. As long as the game ends with this score, we can enter the World Cup!"

Having said this, Duan Xuan's tone began to tremble, and he said, "This is the World Cup! Boys, come on!!"

 …

At the coach's bench, Lippi jumped up excitedly.

He waved his arms fiercely towards the void, acting quite tough.

He likes the heartbeat!

The time to cheer for victory.

Since leading Italy to win the Hercules Cup, Lippi has never felt this feeling again.

No matter what he was doing, he always felt lack of energy.

He thought that the World Cup had consumed the last bit of his enthusiasm, so he planned to retire for this reason.

Until countless people found him and asked him to coach the Chinese team.

Lippi didn't know much about the Chinese team, and the reason why he agreed was also because he wanted to give himself a chance in the end.

See if a new setting can reawaken enthusiasm.

From July to now, for a full five months, he has led the Chinese team to dance on the tip of the knife. They are walking on thin ice, and a small mistake will lead to the wastage of previous efforts.

And with everyone's concerted efforts, they won each game, and his heart began to beat strongly.

He has never felt how meaningful it is to enter the World Cup.

But in this moment, for some reason, he was really excited.

It was as if I was holding the Hercules Cup by myself, and the excitement and fiery feeling returned.

And when he got here, he realized a little bit.

It turned out that what he lost was not enthusiasm.... but a challenge!

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