Chapter 82 The Final Sprint!

"Honduras were in a rush, they were attacking from both wings."

"But our defense is also very good. The players spare no effort to run and help defend. Zhang Linfan and Li Xuepeng also adjusted their mentality and became very calm."

"Yes, we must not make mistakes at this time, we just need to maintain this score, and we will win the final victory!"

The three commentators looked at the game without blinking their eyes. Like the Chinese fans who were watching the game, their whole hearts were pulled.

They get nervous every time they play Honduras.

They breathed a sigh of relief for the excellent defense of the Chinese team and applauded one after another.

Everyone knows in their hearts that now...they are really close to the World Cup.

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Honduras' ground coordination is not very good, so more English-style long passes and high balls are used.

But the Chinese team spared no effort on both sides to make them feel very distressed.

Every fight for the top must be two Chinese players fighting for the top together.

The Honduras midfielder did not dare to get too close, Yi Le's threat was too great.

The goal in the first half is still vivid in their minds. If Yi Le proposes that kind of through ball again, they can't imagine the Chinese team that scored two goals after falling behind in the away game.

If the Chinese team is allowed to score another goal, it will really be over.

But they can't completely stop attacking, after all, they are still at a disadvantage.

In the stands, the fans of Honduras cheered wildly.

The Chinese fans are also unwilling to be lonely. Fans from both sides are shouting with all their strength, trying to influence the players on the field.

In the 59th minute, Figueroa bit the bullet and sent a long pass. Li Xuepeng became smarter this time, and ran directly to resist Elis, waiting for Zheng Zhi's support.

Zheng Zhi quickly provided support, and the three stood up together to fight for the top, and the ball was pushed back to the midfield.

Claros competed with Yu Dabao. The two sides pushed each other, but Claros clearly had the advantage physically.

"Dry!!"

Yu Dabao cursed dejectedly, it was the first time he felt his body was thin and weak, and he secretly vowed that he must increase his body strength.

The ball is still Honduras, and the Chinese team has no intention of competing for the ball.

Their main energies are devoted to defense.

With the help of Zheng Zhi and Yi Le, the two wings had difficulty making breakthroughs.

As for positional warfare, Honduras will only fight when the brain has a twitch. If it is played like this, it will definitely be played to death by Yi Le.

The midfielders of the two sides are not at the same level!

Honduras continued to attack, and the Chinese team played very resolutely.

The situation in the arena has also become extremely stalemate.

Time passed by little by little.

In the 72nd minute, Yi Le finally found a chance, bent his bow and shot an arrow, and passed the ball directly to the back point with a long pass.

Both Exxon and Wu Lei were rushing to the landing point, and the Honduras players also quickly settled down.

Exxon received the ball and he passed it directly to Wu Lei.

Wu Lei looked at the two defensive players rushing towards him, and directly kicked the goal.

He kicked hastily, the ball didn't take much effort, and was easily hugged by the opponent's goalkeeper.

In 79 minutes, Honduras also played a beautiful counterattack.

The same pass, Hernandez and Quiotto competed for the top, but they did not touch the ball under the interference of Yi Le and Feng Xiaoting. Goalkeeper Yan Junling attacked decisively and took the ball off.

The two sides played back and forth, and under the high-intensity offense and defense, they were quickly consuming the physical energy of the two teams.

Time enters 80 minutes...

Lippi decisively called a stop, and he wanted to arrange a substitution.

Under the impact of Elis, Li Xuepeng's physical energy was seriously exhausted, and he could hardly run anymore. Moreover, in the previous attack, in order to prevent Elis, Li Xuepeng had to foul and received a yellow card.

Under the signal of the fourth official, Li Xuepeng came off and Jiang Zhipeng came off the bench.

Jiang Zhipeng was very active after playing, perhaps because of his abundant physical fitness.

Even in the speed of the wing can be equal to Elis.

This makes the defense of the Chinese team a lot easier.

Another five minutes passed, and Yi Le saw Zheng Zhi holding his thighs, panting, and his jersey was already wet.

In this match, Yi Le could feel that Zheng Zhi really fought hard.

Zheng Zhi's running distance is no less than Yi Le, but you must know that Yi Le is only 21 years old, while Zheng Zhi is 37 years old.

"Eight minutes at most!!"

Zheng Zhi looked very tired, but he still clapped his hands and reminded him loudly.

Hearing this, the players of the Chinese team were refreshed.

They just need to hold out for another eight minutes.

In the stands, the Chinese fans are also cheering.

At this time, they can't wait to distribute their physical energy to the players. They can see the painful expressions of the players, but even so, they still don't give up running.

How much physical exertion is this game?

A physical monster like Yi Le felt his legs shaking again.

He no longer remembered how many times he had taken off to compete for the top, and every time he took off and ran was consuming his physical energy crazily.

This is not the biggest game of the strong team he has experienced, but it is definitely the most tiring one.

Whether it is running distance or psychological level, tremendous pressure is being exerted.

But Yi Le understands a truth, he is very uncomfortable, and so is the opposite Honduran player.

The players on the field are almost all supported by their will.

Whoever vents this breath first loses.

The cheers of the Chinese fans are still deafening.

This gave Yi Le a little bit of strength.

"Their expressions look pained!"

In the stands, Eason Chan had goosebumps all over his body.

He saw more than once that the players could only throw their whole bodies out due to excessive physical exertion, and blocked the opponent's attack by fouling.

Those collisions again and again, and the figures gritted their teeth and struggled, made him unable to calm down for a long time.

Their physical stamina was obviously exhausted, but none of them gave up running.

For is to win!

A game is not only about gorgeous skills and superb tactics, but more importantly, this pure struggle of will.

At this moment, he was moved and proud of the fighting spirit of the Chinese players.

The other fans also shouted with emotion.

They understand that victory is not far away.

Whistle! !

Whistle! !

Whistle! !

Whistle! !

The Chinese fans couldn't help but began to urge the referee to blow the whistle. The game entered the final critical moment, which was a torment for them.

And in China, those fans who stayed up late to watch the game did not dare to breathe.

Everyone is waiting for that exciting news.

Among the shouts at the scene, Honduras' offensive was even worse, and they were more anxious than the Chinese team.

Hernandez passes the ball to Quiotto.

Quiotto took two steps in front of the restricted area, looking at the defensive posture inside, and was about to get kicked.

Just when he was about to kick, Zheng Zhi suddenly rushed out from the side, and the two collided with each other, and they were thrown off their feet.

The referee shook his head, indicating a reasonable collision.

Zheng Zhi got up quickly, staggered two steps and fell again, got up again and used his hands and feet to push the ball to Yi Le with his head, roaring: "Xiao Le!!! Go and end the game!!!"

Yi Le took the ball, but he didn't respond to Zheng Zhi, nor did he have the energy to respond to him.

All he can do now is run.

Yi Le slammed out the ball and started his final sprint.

His stamina was running low, and he knew this attack was his last chance.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed the last bit of his physical energy, and resolutely sprinted forward.

Yi Le's speed is so fast, but he knows that he is not even half the speed of his heyday, but why so fast? There is only one answer, and the others have also slowed down.

They also had problems with their physical fitness.

"Prevent him!!!"

Mejia roared angrily, and then ran to surround him.

On the other side, Lopez is also double-teaming.

Yi Le couldn't help it, he didn't seem to see the two of them, he kept his head down and sprinted with all his might.

He no longer has the strength to do the movements, the only thing he can do is run, run as fast as he can.

Lopez ran over and stretched out his foot to steal the ball, but Yi Le stepped out again before the opponent, and pierced through the double-teaming of the two.

"Yi Le made a breakthrough!! It's too late for Honduras' defensive force to retreat, Yi Le is single-handed!!!——"

The three commentators gathered together, staring straight at the screen. They clenched their fists so tightly that they could even feel their beating hearts.

The same goes for the fans in the stands.

Honduras fans looked at Yi Le's running Beijing in horror.

The Chinese fans wanted to shout, but their voices seemed to be blocked, and they could only make the sound of "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Under the gaze of the audience, Yi Le became the only focus.

He charged into the penalty area and the Honduras goalkeeper rushed out early.

Honduras goalkeeper Escobo lay on his side, blocked the goal angle, and roared:

"Don't try to score!!"

Yi Le raised his head at the last moment and shot with a light kick.

The football slid across Escobo's body.

Escowo stretched out his arm as much as possible to fiddle with it, but he could only watch the ball fall into the goal in despair.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

Yi Le was knocked over directly. Due to the exhaustion of his physical strength, he was unable to take effective protective measures and fell viciously to the ground.

Yi Le lay on his back, he had no strength to turn his head to look at the goal.

The ears are ringing, which is the sequelae of lack of oxygen.

In this game, he really tried his best and squeezed out the last bit of physical energy.

So... did the ball go in?

With tinnitus, Yi Le saw Zheng Zhi appearing in front of him.

"Yi... you.. are amazing! Hahahaha...hahahaha...."

The voice was intermittent, and Yi Le couldn't help shaking his head.

Looks like... the ball went in!

we won!

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