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Tang Zheng's mood was very bad, but he felt much better after a brief vent. He followed his teammates in the middle of the court, forming a circle, and then shoulder to shoulder, cheering each other.

When goalkeeper Wu Yan walked towards the goal, Tang Zheng pulled the goalkeeper Wu Yan alone and gave the opponent a hug: "Xiaoyanzi, come on!"

"Well, I will!" Wu Yan patted Tang Zheng's back for two times, comforting him for failing to enter the penalty shooter list: "Thank you, Brother Zheng!"

Immediately, ten players from each side of the game except the goalkeepers stood on the center line with their shoulders on their shoulders or their arms around their waists, using the middle ring as a buffer zone.

Their gazes are the same, all looking towards the goal at the far end of vision.

Although there are not many fans on the scene, China, as the most populous country on the planet, can see the shadow of the Chinese no matter where it is, so this matter is whether the Chinese National Youth Team can enter the grandstand of next year ’s World Youth Championship in Egypt. There were no fewer than three thousand Chinese fans.

Among them are Chinese Americans, students, workers, and there is no shortage of **** fans who fly from China to Saudi Arabia to watch the ball. They have no other expectations. They hope that the National Youth can enter the semi-finals ...

The first free throw is the Uzbekistan youth team, Chinese national youth team goalkeeper Wu Yan stands in front of the goal defense.

The Chinese fans in the stands gave a proper burst of color, hoping to interfere with the Uzbekistan youth team members who missed the free throw.

However, Karimov, who was free throwing, was not affected by the Chinese fans in the stands. He easily kicked the ball in the opposite direction of Wu Yan's side.

Cao Yunding, the player who took the penalty in the first round on behalf of the Chinese National Youth Team, placed the ball on the penalty spot, then backed away enough distance to hold his breath.

Tang Zheng with arms around Tan Yang looked very nervous. He buried his head behind Tan Yang and dared not look at the goal.

The Chinese fans who were dominant at the scene did not make any sound. The previously lively stadium suddenly became silent. Cao Yunding, who was very skilled at his feet, faced the goalkeeper's guard Tutahuyaev. He easily sent the ball to the goal.

Afterwards, both players in the second and third rounds scored the goal, and then they entered a tense fourth-round penalty shootout.

At this time, no matter which player kicks the penalty, they are under great pressure, and a little carelessness may lead to the preparation of the team over the past year, and the loser will not be held in Egypt next year. World Youth Championship.

Duan Xuan, the commentator on the live commentary, was much more careful in his remarks, such as Bo Bing: "The penalty shootout entered the fourth round!"

"..." The commentary guest Zhang Lu didn't even speak, watching the Uzbekistan youth team player Urunov in the camera.

Goalkeeper Wu Yan's pressure has become greater and greater, and he has not made accurate judgments in the past three rounds of penalty kicks.

It's unreasonable!

Tang Zheng was no longer on the shoulders of his teammates at this time. He squatted on the ground, folded his hands together, closed his eyes, and rarely prayed to heaven: "Shoo it out!"

I don't know if Tang Zheng's prayer touched the sky. Urunov, who took the penalty, was shot by Wu Yan on the side.

Although Wu Yan threw the ball out, the pressure was still on the side of the Chinese National Youth Team.

Because once Wu Xi, who took the penalty in the fourth round, scored a penalty, then the Chinese National Youth Team would get the match point, and the chance of entering the semi-finals became infinite.

Wu Xi, who hugs his teammates one by one, can even feel the violent beating of his heart. The invisible pressure makes his face change, and his feet even shake slightly.

Wu Xi is a good talker, so Tang Zheng and Wu Xi have a good relationship, so he embraced Wu Xi and said: "Don't be nervous, the other party is a guest goalkeeper, you will definitely score! I firmly believe!"

Wu Xi, who was already nervous, heard the words "I firmly believe" that Tang Zheng said, feeling like a spring breeze and a lot of pressure.

He is confident that he will score the ball!

However, the head coach Liu Chunming, who stood in front of the coach, was uneasy. If the team wants to go further, then the goal must be scored!

So he reflexively stepped forward half a step, unexpectedly pulled his throat and rushed towards the restricted area, Wu Xi shouted: "Wu Xi, we must score! Certainly !!!"

The assistant coaches Wang Jun and Li Lixin frowned at the same time. The penalty shootout test was not the player's shooting, but the ability to resist pressure.

They believe that Liu Chunming's behavior will most likely affect Wu Xi who is about to take a penalty ...

indeed!

Wu Xi, who was full of confidence, felt a huge amount of pressure in an instant, even making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Tutahuyayev is a professional defender, but the goalkeeper ..." Duan Xuan hopes to find a solace from here, but the voice just fell, and Wu Xi kicked the penalty kicked by amateur goalkeeper Tutahuyayev. After a while, it hit the post and popped out ...

"Wow !!"

There was an uproar at the scene, and the guest goalkeeper Tutahuyaev jumped up from the grass excitedly!

The penalty score is still 3: 3! !

If one survives, there will be future fortunes! !

In the fifth round of the penalty kick, Shihoff kicked the ball to the bottom left corner of the goal. Wu Yan, the goalkeeper, judged the wrong direction. That is to say, if Li Zhichao, who took the penalty in the last round, did not take the penalty, then The team that entered the semi-finals is the Uzbekistan National Youth Team!

If you can choose, Li Zhichao would like to give away the penalty penalty at this time.

The pressure of the mountains and rivers poured down, messing up his little heart, and his feet trembled obviously at this time.

Penalties are scored and the team reserves the opportunity to advance to the World Youth Championship next year.

If you do n’t go in, it ’s not good to say that it ’s an ancient sinner!

The pressured Li Zhichao didn't even know how to complete a hug with goalkeeper Wu Yan, even forgetting how to do it even when the football was set back enough distance.

"Beep !!"

So when the South Korean referee blows the whistle, Li Zhichao's brain is blank, he just subconsciously runs, kicks his legs and shoots.

On-site commentators, commentators on the sidelines, bench players, coaches, spectators in the stands, and players on both sides of the court all mentioned their throats in their hearts, their eyes widened and their pupils contracted sharply.

Tang Zheng even lay on the ground nervously ...

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After a short half second, the guest goalkeeper Tutahuyaev blocked Li Zhichao's football to the right of the middle road. The Uzbekistan people frantically celebrated. They spread their arms like an eagle soaring in the sky. ,soar.

In just a few minutes, the Chinese National Youth Team realized the feeling from heaven to hell.

Wu Yan, a goalkeeper who threw a penalty, threw the glove down to the ground, holding his head in both hands. He hated why he didn't save another ball.

In the center of the field, Wu Xi covered his face, only showing a pair of eyes, looking blankly and helplessly into the distance. Central defender Yu Yang knelt on the ground with his head held, Qiu Tianyi stared blankly at the goal behind him, Tan Yang lying On the grass, covering your face with your hands ...

The live guide did not give the footage to the crazy Uzbekistans, but faced the first star of the Chinese National Youth Team, or Tang Zheng, the first star of the current Asian Youth Championship. He sipped his mouth and comforted his relationship. Teammates, but his own tears are flowing in disappointment, feeling the great sadness.

The boy did not flick with tears, but just did not reach the sad part.

From the lens, the seemingly strong back looked so thin at this moment.

It's over, everything is over ...

The Asian Youth Championship and the World Youth Championship are all over ...

The narrator Duan Xuan took a deep breath, trying to calm down his tone as much as possible. He said: "It is not the end of the world to lose the game. You are heroes. It is important to walk out of here with your head held up. How to stand up in the future and make yourself stronger! "

"Tang Zheng worked very hard in the four games of the National Youth Team. He averaged more than 12,000 kilometers per game. He has no doubt about his ability." Commentary guest Zhang Lu was very angry: "It's just me I do n’t understand, why does head coach Liu Chunming not send Tang Zheng in such a critical penalty? I do n’t believe that a player who can play well in the Argentine national derby will lose his level in the small Asian Youth penalty shootout! "

If it weren't for Duan Xuan to pull him secretly, Zhang Lu had more to say.

Tang Tianhua and Fang Hongping, sitting in front of the TV, looked at the tearful son on the screen.

The members of the Chinese National Youth team who entered the locker room were not in a high mood, and the locker room was quiet. Until the head coach Liu Chunming arrived, the silence was broken: "Boys, although we lost the game, we did not lose hope. Growth is to pay. The price, this is just the setback you encountered on your way to success. You ... are still the future of Chinese football! "

"Hope?" Tang Zheng snorted coldly: "The future? Ha ha ......"

The voice was not loud, but in the quiet dressing room, it was clearly heard.

Liu Chunming's face was ugly. When he saw Tang Zheng, he was even more angry and said unpleasantly, "What do you mean?"

"What do you think it means?" Tang Zheng Yu Guang glanced at Liu Chunming and despised.

"Do you think that I lost the game and blame me?" Liu Chunming's voice rose twice, his face darkened a lot.

"Do you blame me?"

Tang Zheng's words almost made Liu Chunming spit out the old blood, losing the game was originally the responsibility of the head coach, but Tang Zheng said in front of the team, where should he put his old face?

"you……"

At this moment, UU read books www. uukanshu.com Vice President Yang Yiming pushed open the locker room door and walked in.

He saw everyone's eyes gathered on himself, tapping his nod with satisfaction, and then made a series of official accusations.

Comfort the team members to look forward, look at the future, go back and play well, prepare for the 2012 London Olympics ...

Subsequently, the dressing room returned to silence.

Head coach Liu Chunming gave Tang Zheng a fierce glance before continuing to speak.

But Tang Zheng didn't mean to listen at all. He took out a set of clean clothes and turned to the bathroom in the dressing room.

"What are you doing?" Liu Chunming looked at Tang Zheng's back and squinted his teeth.

"Turn off your farts!" After half a ring, the words clanging from the bathroom were strong.

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