Chapter 267 Penalty Shootout

Zabaleta, who was behind Dong Fangzhuo, let go of Dong Fangzhuo's hands, with fear in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, under such interference, Dong Fangzhuo could still forcefully kick the ball and shoot!

The ball is now in the net...

He failed to prevent Dong Fangzhuo from scoring!

uh-huh!

Dong Fangzhuo fell heavily to the ground and felt a tearing pain in his right shoulder. After being thrown down by Zabaleta, his body had no support at all, so there was no protection...

"Woooo..."

There were already people crying in the stands.

Dong Fangzhuo's goal is not a chance!

The moment the ball flew into the net, I don’t know how many Chinese fans turned into tears...

beep--

The goal is valid!

The referee rushed over quickly and immediately took out a red card from his chest. There is nothing to say about Zabaleta's behavior, only a red card can reward him.

Zabaleta did not make any struggle and silently took off the captain's armband and handed it to his teammates.

This red card has no different meaning.

He admitted it.

The game is not over yet, but he has to end the game early. Whether Argentina is a blessing or a curse is no longer something he can control.

Dong Fangzhuo also climbed up from the turf, still feeling some pain in his right shoulder, as if he had just fallen.

But it's not that important yet, I should be able to continue playing. He said in his heart.

No matter what, we must persist until the end of the game. There is not much time left in the game.

"God, this guy is really not a human being. He can shoot in this situation! Zabaleta received this red card so unjustly."

There is a saying in China that if you lose your wife, you lose your troops, and that's what Zabaleta did. But in that case, what can he do? If not, Dong Fangzhuo can shoot more calmly,

There's still half a chance if you do it.

Zabaleta did everything he could.

"Keep it, keep the tie..."

"The Chinese team can't concede any more goals. It's too difficult."

"Keep the tie and kick the penalty shootout!"

Huang Jianxiang prayed.

It seems that both sides think so.

Only less than ten minutes left...

On the Argentina side, Messi has also slowed down. He is not invincible, and his physical fitness is also limited. He is the one with the worst physical fitness in the team. If he hadn't run a short distance, he wouldn't have the physical strength to support him until now.

In the 115th minute, although he tried to break through again, in the end because his physical fitness could not keep up, the ball went out of the baseline.

Feng Xiaoting looked at Messi's back, took a deep breath, and thought to himself that if Messi had just caught up with the ball, he wouldn't be able to stop it.

He couldn't help but look down at his thighs.

He was actually holding on. When he tried to tackle Messi's ball again just now, he seemed to have strained his groin.

Then in the tackle on the counterattack goal, it seemed to deepen the injury again.

But now, no matter what, I have to persevere!

The game is almost over!

Feng Xiaoting walked slowly, approaching the Argentinian step by step...

In the 118th minute, Chen Tao finally fell near the center circle.

cramp……

The anxious Biglia actually walked over and pulled Chen Tao hard, signaling him to get up quickly.

Dong Fangzhuo strode over and pushed Biglia away.

"What do you want to do!"

When Biglia saw it was Dong Fangzhuo, he instantly fainted.

Dong Fangzhuo personally lifted Chen Tao's left foot and helped him press his leg. Then Gao Lin came over and pressed his other leg.

Two minutes passed in this way.

When the game resumed again, the referee couldn't wait to blow the whistle to end the game.

Before the players on the field were exhausted, he was going to be exhausted first. He was the first to run to the sidelines and drink water. The scene was really funny.

"Penalty shootout!"

"The game ended at 4:4 in the 120th minute. There was no way to determine the winner and it had to enter the final penalty shootout!"

"No matter what the result of the final penalty shootout is, the performance of the National Youth Boys is enough. There is no failure in this game. The score of 4:4 tells everyone that our National Youth Team is no worse than any other team in the world, and Argentina’s third equalizing goal was not clean at all, and Messi’s penalty will be an eternal stain on his life!”

"I wonder who Krauchen will line up to take the penalty kick? Dong Fangzhuo will definitely kick it, but it will be difficult to arrange for others."

Krauchen did not practice penalty kicks before the game, and he did not expect that the game would reach this point...

But after some inquiries, he quickly came up with a list. In fact, before the game was over, he already had a basic idea.

"Actually, Argentina's penalty kicks are not bad. Don't feel too much pressure."

Dong Fangzhuo tried to comfort his teammates, but penalty kicks are not just about comfort, they are quite demanding on psychological quality.

Soon, the referee came over and called him over. He and Biglia wanted to guess coins...

"Look at Xiaodong, he doesn't seem nervous at all..."

"The Chinese team took the penalty first! Xiao Dong was the first to play! He walked towards the goal."

Behind Dong Fangzhuo, all the Chinese players stood tightly together, shoulder to shoulder, but many people did not dare to look at Dong Fangzhuo.

Young Hao Junmin has turned around and almost retracted his head into his neck...

Zheng Tao's face was dripping with sweat.

Zhao Ming's hand almost broke off Zhao Xuri's arm.

In fact, it was similar on the Argentina side. Messi frowned and squinted at Dong Fangzhuo. Cabral's face was already buried in his teammate's chest...

Dong Fangzhuo stood in front of the penalty spot, watching the Argentinian goalkeeper jumping up and down with his heart still.

No matter how hard you jump, I will shoot you to death!

This goal must be scored!

Just waiting for a whistle.

beep--

He backed up and took a running start.

boom--

Hit the inside instep of your right foot directly into the lower right corner of the goal.

The ball hit the dead center and almost touched the turf and went into the goal!

call!

The stadium was boiling instantly, the Chinese team won the victory, Dong Fangzhuo lived up to expectations!

"Well done, Xiaodong!"

"At Dong Fangzhuo's feet, penalty kicks were no problem. He resolutely sent the ball into the goal, not letting the Argentine goalkeeper have any opportunity!"

Dong Fangzhuo raised his right arm high and walked back slowly.

"You have a guilty conscience, you can't get in."

Passing by Messi, Dong Fangzhuo said something.

Messi's shoulders trembled obviously...

The first player to play in Argentina is Messi...

Maybe he doesn't necessarily want to be the first to play, but he must play because he must be Argentina's hero.

He stood in front of the goal, just like he did when he scored the first penalty, and stayed there for a long, long time.

After taking several deep breaths, he took steps. At that moment, his steps felt quite heavy.

His eyes were aimed at the lower left corner of the goal, but when he took the kick, he still kicked the ball to the lower right corner of the goal.

Snapped--

Zeng Cheng jumped up and saved the ball beautifully!

"Awesome!"

"Awesome!"