Chapter 61 Capture of St. Petersburg

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The Chinese fans who had been silent for a long time burst into loud cheers again.

This scalpel-like through ball made them look stupid.

From interception to passing, there is no muddy water, everything is so smooth and sharp.

Yi Le has always been the pride of Chinese fans, and at this moment they are even more proud to have such an excellent midfielder!

The French commentary stage even more aggressively praised the superstar who played for Paris Saint-Germain in Ligue 1.

"Perfect! Perfect! This is the king of Paris! This is China Yi! From interception to passing, he has done all the work by himself, and he has all the things that a midfielder should have! At this moment, I think I can One thing is confirmed, he is the new generation of midfield master after Harvey and others!! This is a perfect midfielder!"

The commentary stations of various countries are getting dry, especially the Chinese commentary stations.

Duan Xuan couldn't speak anymore, he could only yell indiscriminately, and there was no sign of the commentator at all.

But even so, fans can feel the excitement of the moment.

Because they couldn't speak, they could only yell indiscriminately.

Offside?

Wu Lei doesn't care about these things, he only has goals in his eyes.

The ball passed really well. He felt that Yi Le had even calculated his starting pace. Without any adjustments, the ball would automatically come under his moving legs. He only needed a light poke. It can stabilize the ball.

Wu Lei didn't slow down at all, and headed straight for Sweden's goal.

He's not fast, but the timing of his runs is just right, pulling away two positions in one acceleration.

This is a great one-handed shot.

He is confident that he scored this goal, and Yi Le's passing will definitely rank among the top 10 in the World Cup.

He could feel the wind pressure from behind, and the Swedish players must be chasing him crazily.

He likes this feeling!

But it's all over! !

"Wu Lei entered the penalty area! He faced the goalkeeper directly!!"

The Swedish goalkeeper rushed over with all his teeth and claws.

He kept yelling, trying to disturb Wu Lei.

But Wu Lei is not a rookie, he is extremely calm at this moment.

After running a certain distance, the goalkeeper lies down to block.

But Wu Lei had already completed the shooting action before again.

Slow down, adjust, nudge the arch of the right foot, and duck sideways.

The ball passed under the armpit of the Swedish goalkeeper and flew towards the goal.

Wu Lei raised his hands high, looking excited.

The ball is here!

"Goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Wu Lei!!!"

"41 minutes and 52 seconds, after 16 minutes of defense, the Chinese team scored a wonderful goal with a sharp counterattack!"

"Whether it's Yi Le's through ball or Wu Lei's shot, their performance is enough to comfort the cheers of the fans!"

He Wei shouted excitedly.

Duan Xuan also looked excited: "From a technical perspective, Yi Le's pass is still the key, but...whatever! We tied the score! The two sides tied 1:1, and both sides returned to the starting line. Start over from now!!"

The barrage was already crazy, densely swiping the screen.

"Goal!!!!!!"

"Awesome!! Yi Le is awesome! Wu Lei is awesome!!!"

"Long live!!! Long live China!!!"

"Hahahahaha, scored a goal! Scared me to death!!"

"The famous Yi Chuan lives up to its reputation, and this one does not forget to enjoy Yi Le!"

"That's Yi Le worth bragging about!! Just this through ball, it's so fucking awesome!"

"Hero!! Hero!!"

"Both of them are heroes!!"

After scoring the goal, both Wu Lei and Yi Le were extremely excited.

Wu Lei ran wildly around the court, venting his inner emotions.

In this game, Wu Lei was under a lot of pressure. Since Yi Le couldn't give him enough support, he could only support the attack alone.

But fortunately, this goal gave him a lot of comfort, telling him that efforts were not wasted in vain.

Wu Lei ran along the sideline of the court. Every time he passed, the Chinese fans in the stands roared hysterically.

Their faces were flushed from the suffocation, and their veins burst from roaring.

Some people painted the national flag with paint on their faces. Due to excessive tension, the sweat flowed down, and the color was a little off, white and red, but this still did not prevent them from roaring in anger.

The Chinese fans embraced each other, and some fans with poor psychological endurance even started to cover their faces and cry.

No one knows their mood at this time.

Excitement, ecstasy, pride, worry, etc...

They are so eager for this goal!

Wave after wave of red, the huge flag was waved up and down by them, and the terrifying momentum caused the entire stadium to fall into an earthquake.

This makes the Russians who are neutral fans look excited.

A Russian fan looked enviously at the boiling Southeast Stand and said, "I really want to join them!"

The partner next to him was dissatisfied: "Hey! Dude, we are not bad, we just eliminated Spain!"

"But our stands are not as fanatical as theirs!"

The companion looked at the huge red flags, the whole row of cowhide drums under the flags was roaring, the neat and intense drum beats seemed to hit everyone's heart, and the heartbeat changed accordingly, which was unstoppable There is a feeling of blood spurting.

"Okay, I admit it! Their atmosphere is really great!"

Boom! ! !

"Long live China!!"

Boom! ! !

"Long live China!!!"

Boom! ! !

"Long live China!!!"

All the Chinese fans stood up, clapping and shouting for injuries.

Not only inside the stadium, but those Chinese fans outside the stadium also sensed the excitement of the compatriots inside the stadium and joined in one after another.

For a while, 'China! Long live! ’ The cheers pierced the sky!

They seemed to want to capture the St. Petersburg Stadium, directly suppressing the Swedish fans without any movement.

At this moment, the Chinese fans are very proud, there is no way, why do we have too many people!

In the boiling stadium, Wu Lei and Yi Le received heroic courtesy.

After the celebration, Wu Lei approached Yi Le, and he said excitedly, "I feel that I can still score goals!"

Yi Le smiled and said, "I'll pass the ball to you!"

"If you want me to say..."

"You two are almost done." Zheng Zhi shouted dissatisfiedly: "When will we celebrate? Is the game still playing?"

Hearing this, Wu Lei and Yi Le looked at each other awkwardly.

Under Zheng Zhi's watchful gaze, the two returned to their home court.

After returning to halftime, Yi Le took a deep breath. This goal was extremely exciting, but at most it was an equalizer, and they hadn't won the game yet.

Yi Le turned his ankle subconsciously, but it didn't hurt much.

Yi Le smiled with satisfaction.

Feel good!

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