Chapter 1 特维斯、马斯切拉诺、里克尔梅

Tevez, Mascherano, Riquelme, Aimar, Messi, D'Alessandro, Saviola, Coloccini, Milito, Samuel… These are all resounding names in today's football world, and they are concentrated in one team.

Even a world-class attacking midfielder like Aimar can only be a substitute, which also shows how rich Argentina's midfield and forward talent is—or rather, how excessive…

If a match were organized between Argentina's second team and China's second team, the losing side would undoubtedly be China's second team. Insufficient bench depth has always been a major reason why the Chinese team is not favored. Their eleven main players cannot be injured or in poor condition, otherwise this World Cup journey will be over.

Argentina's coach, Bianchi, is a legendary coach, and his Argentina is considered second only to Brazil as a favorite to win the World Cup. This Argentina team is full of talent, so it is normal to be favored.

"We will play a defensive counter-attack against Argentina, I believe everyone is clear about that. Don't be afraid of playing passively, don't be afraid of playing ugly, and don't worry about the boos from the stands. We play football to win, not simply to please the audience. Argentina will definitely attack fiercely from the start, they assume we won't dare to press forward, so we will attack them fiercely from the start, first put some pressure on them, and then after the situation gradually stabilizes, we will fall back into defense. This can slightly disrupt their tactical deployment and buy us some time."

Qiu Suhui was giving his final instructions before the match.

The players nodded, indicating they understood. At this moment, no one was joking, and almost everyone's face was serious, after all, they were facing a giant of the world football scene.

"Let's go!"

The cleats collided constantly on the marble floor, making a crisp and pleasant sound. The stadium outside the tunnel was illuminated by lights, and the fans' clamor kept coming in. This is the World Cup semi-final!

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Argentina is fielding a 3-3-1-3 formation, with Sebastian Saja as the goalkeeper. The three center backs, Samuel, Coloccini, and Milito, are all well-known, but this is their biggest weakness. Samuel and Coloccini are both defenders who like to attack, and the only true defensive defender is Milito. Of course, Samuel, who is now thirty-two years old, rarely goes up due to his age, but he still has an attacking heart. Who knows when he will suddenly dribble forward? That would be really deadly…

Compared to the defense, Argentina's midfield is so strong that even Brazil is ashamed.

Riquelme is in the front as the "1", the real attacking midfielder, responsible for passing, organizing the attack, and if necessary, he can also score with a long shot, and his dribbling is first-class. Behind him, supporting him, are Cambiasso, a defensive midfielder on the left, Mascherano in the center, and D'Alessandro on the right.

The three forwards are also all resounding figures: Tevez in the middle, Messi on the left, and Saviola on the right.

This luxurious lineup is not inferior to Brazil at all.

This is also what the Chinese team has to face.

On the Chinese team's side, apart from a few people with world-class or continental-level prestige, the others are still unknown to most people.

The goalkeeper is An Ke. The three center backs are Liu Peng, Li Suisheng, and Xiang Tao. The two defensive midfielders are Li Yongle and Wang Yu. The attacking midfielder is Klee, the left midfielder is Zhao Pengyu, and the right midfielder is Yang Pan. The forwards are Wu Shanshan and Zhang Jun.

"Good, treat Argentina as Brazil, and do a rehearsal for the final," Zhang Jun thought to himself, looking at the Argentine players on the opposite side.

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The match began after the referee blew his whistle, and Argentina kicked off. They had just passed the ball into China's backcourt when it was successfully intercepted by Li Yongle, and then the Chinese team followed up with a counter-attack. Just like Qiu Suhui said before the match, first give Argentina a warning shot and disrupt their formation.

Li Yongle passed the ball to Zhao Pengyu, and Zhao Pengyu transferred it with a long pass to Yang Pan on the right side. Facing Cambiasso, who was defending him, Yang Pan relied on his speed to force a breakthrough. Cambiasso intended to reach out and pull him, but he was half a beat too slow, and he watched helplessly as Yang Pan slipped past him.

Yang Pan crosses!

Zhang Jun, following up in the middle, jumped up and headed the ball in front of Samuel!

Saja tried hard to punch the ball out of the baseline.

"Ah! Less than a minute into the game, the Chinese team has had an extremely threatening attack. Before the match, some analysts believed that the Chinese team would adopt a more conservative strategy when facing Argentina, but now it seems that that analysis was wrong. The Chinese team is quite proactive, so much so that the Argentines have not reacted…"

The Argentines really haven't reacted, they still think there must be something wrong. How could the Chinese team, which was unanimously considered to be defending before the match, launch an attack from the start instead?

The corner kick was taken, Li Yongle did not kick the corner kick directly into the goal, and then let the penalty area be in chaos, this is mostly wasting opportunities. Argentina's three center backs are not decorations, there is no need to let the opposing center backs show their faces in the TV close-up shots.

Li Yongle kicked the ball to Yang Pan, who came up to meet him, a tactical corner kick.

Yang Pan didn't rush to cross after getting the ball, he passed the ball back to Li Suisheng behind him, and then Li Suisheng transferred the ball to Xiang Tao's feet.

The Chinese team intends to use passing to open up Argentina's dense defense just now, and find gaps that can be crossed.

Xiang Tao looked at the front, and suddenly kicked a long pass, his target was Zhang Jun, who was roaming in the front!

A huge cheer erupted from the stands, this was dedicated to Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun can be said to be the Chinese team's number one star and idol, and also the number one dangerous person in the eyes of opponents.

When the ball fell towards Zhang Jun, two Argentine defenders had already appeared beside him—Milito and Coloccini.

Surrounded by the two, Zhang Jun unloaded Xiang Tao's long pass beautifully, then turned around and dribbled the ball to the wing.

Under normal circumstances, when a forward is closely marked by two opposing defenders, they will choose to dribble to the wing, and then pass the ball out, and then insert themselves into the middle. Rely on passing and cutting to break through the opponent's defense.

Zhang Jun didn't do this, he was very confident in his one-on-one, or even one-on-n skills. Coloccini and Milito may be in the top ten defenders in La Liga, but in the eyes of this forward who came out of Serie A, they are not even in the top rank.

The ball tapped back and forth between his left and right feet, confusing the opponent. Then suddenly dribble the ball towards the baseline, Coloccini and Milito both thought Zhang Jun was going to cross, so they followed suit. At this time, Zhang Jun's right foot dragging behind him gently pushed the ball past the two of them, and then he himself accelerated past the two stunned defenders from above the baseline.

"Beautiful breakthrough!"

Zhang Jun's breakthrough into the penalty area caused chaos in Argentina's defense. Samuel went to cover, and the defense in the middle was empty. Mascherano and Cambiasso, as well as D'Alessandro, had to return to the penalty area to participate in the defense, while Milito, who had been passed, quickly chased back but was blocked by Zhang Jun and dared not act rashly.

Zhang Jun glanced at the situation in front of the goal, and then decisively chose to pass the ball after attracting Samuel over.

He passed the ball to Wu Shanshan in front of the goal.

It can be said that Zhang Jun's pass was great, but Wu Shanshan seemed a little unprepared. He didn't expect Zhang Jun to break through two people and enter the penalty area and still pass the ball to him. Now he is willing to be Zhang Jun's foil—who let Zhang Jun perform so well?

The consequence of being unprepared was that Wu Shanshan hurriedly raised his leg, and then the ball hit his knee, bounced high, and flew out of the baseline.

A sigh sounded from the stands, some with regret, and some with fear.

Wu Shanshan himself was also very regretful, he covered his face with his hands and knelt down in front of the goal. Until Zhang Jun came up and pulled him up.

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Wu Shanshan's shot that went over the goal also meant that China's opening attack was over. Taking advantage of Argentina's negligence, they can launch a surprise attack at the beginning. But once they can't continue to exert pressure, after the Argentines react, their attacking tactics will no longer work.

Next, they have to go back to the very old-fashioned defensive counter-attack tactics. The scene after this can be imagined with your toes. The Argentines surrounded China's half of the field and bombarded them wildly, and the Chinese team, except for Zhang Jun, all retreated to defend, defending the penalty area steadily, while using every opportunity they could to quickly counter-attack.

Mascherano tried to pass the ball to Riquelme in front of the penalty area, but as soon as Argentina's number 10 received the ball, he was sandwiched by Li Yongle and Wang Yu, one on the left and one on the right, and then Li Yongle stretched his foot and poked the ball away from his feet.

Riquelme fell forward to the ground, but the referee did not call a foul on the Chinese team, but waved his hand to signal the Argentines to get up quickly. His actions brought him countless boos from Argentine fans.

The Chinese fans gave the referee support and praise with applause.

Mascherano scratched his head hard. Facing China's dense defense, he really couldn't find a better way to break the deadlock. Even Riquelme is trapped, what else can he do?

Long shot?

Tevez saw that there was no chance to break into the penalty area, so he had to shoot from outside the penalty area. This shot was sudden, fast, and tricky, it can be called perfect.

But…

An Ke fell to the side and caught the ball firmly in his arms.

Facing such a goalkeeper, it seems difficult to break the deadlock with a long shot.

A few minutes later, Argentina made a comeback. This time Riquelme successfully deceived Li Yongle, and then suddenly kicked a through ball before Wang Yu had time to come up and block him. This was an effective pass and it penetrated China's defense!

At that time, the Argentine fans cheered.

Messi quickly circled in from the side and appeared behind China's defense!

"Messi! He got the ball, a one-on-one!!"

"Damn it!" An Ke's attack was a little slow, but this did not affect his final save of Messi's shot.

Messi intended to push the angle, but he didn't expect An Ke to seal the angle perfectly, and his push was blocked by An Ke's feet as he fell to the ground!

"An Ke! He saved Argentina's shot again! He saved the Chinese team!"

An Ke jumped up from the ground. He didn't show off his successful save, but shouted loudly at his teammates on the defense line: "Mark your man! Mark your man! How can you let someone slip through? In this kind of place?! Although I can guarantee to save every one of their shots, you guys should be a little more serious!"

Xiang Tao kept panting heavily. The game had only started for thirty minutes, and he was already feeling very tired. The pressure Argentina put on them was not just a little bit. But even in this situation, Xiang Tao still didn't forget to joke with An Ke. He gasped for breath and said to An Ke with a stuttering smile: "Haha! I ate… a full breakfast… it's good to let you exercise, ha!"

An Ke pushed him: "Defend! They're taking a corner kick!"

Argentina's corner kick didn't pose any threat to An Ke, and it was headed out by Liu Peng, who was waiting at the near post, before it even reached the goal.

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Against the background of Argentina's wave of attacks, the Chinese team's counter-attacks were not very frequent, and they also had to consider the factor that the counter-attacks were easily aborted midway because of the small number of people involved in the attack. So the most active player in the first half was not Zhang Jun, who was highly anticipated before the match, but An Ke.

Of course, Zhang Jun didn't have no performance at all. Near the end of the first half, he had a long-distance raid. After receiving Yang Pan's diagonal long pass on the center line, he started to run wildly with the ball from the left wing, and then passed Coloccini, who came up to defend him, and then suddenly shot from the corner of the penalty area, and the ball went wide. He didn't have many such performances in the first half, but each time it made Argentina's defense feel threatened.

The Argentines were single-mindedly trying to score, but inadvertently ignored the defense against Zhang Jun.

Defensive counter-attack is not equal to passive conservatism. Isn't there a "counter-attack" following behind the defense?

Zhang Jun's counter-attack made Bianchi jump anxiously on the sidelines. He was afraid that his team would not score but would instead let the opponent score a counter-attack goal, then he would really have no tears to cry.

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The first half passed like this. Argentina surrounded the Chinese team and bombarded them wildly but couldn't score, while the Chinese team's few counter-attacks posed a considerable threat to Argentina. Although there were no goals in the first half, it also proved the correctness of Qiu Suhui's choice of defensive counter-attack. The Chinese team's midfield and frontcourt have speed, so why not use it?

During the half-time break, Qiu Suhui praised the team's performance, believing that they had successfully contained Argentina's attack and threatened the opponent's goal, which was not easy to do. He kept cheering the team up, because he saw that the players were under a lot of psychological pressure, and Argentina was indeed not comparable to England.

"In the second half, we will strengthen our attack a little bit. A draw is not a solution. Defensive counter-attack is just to use a solid defense to wear down Argentina's morale, not to be passive and conservative. We have the ability to break their goal with a counter-attack. Try to resolve the battle in ninety minutes, and never drag it into extra time if you can."

The players all nodded, indicating that they understood.

On the other side, in the Argentina locker room, Bianchi was clearly very dissatisfied with the team's performance in the first half.

"The opponent is shrinking back and letting us attack, but we can't score! I told you not to blindly shoot from long range, long-range shooting is not the only way to open up a dense defense! Look how many times you shot from long range in the first half? You were just warming up the opponent's goalkeeper!"

Bianchi waved his arms.

"Play like this in the second half… At the beginning, strengthen the breakthroughs and cooperation in the middle, attract the Chinese team's defensive attention to the middle, and then immediately transfer to the wings, use the gaps on the wings to open up the situation, and you can figure out the rest…" Bianchi drew two black lines leading to the wings on the tactical board, and then threw away the marker.

This Argentina team does have many geniuses, but it also has a very troublesome flaw.

Several main forwards: Messi is 1.70 meters tall, Tevez is 1.70 meters tall, Saviola is 1.68 meters tall…

Looking at this data, you know why this Argentina national team doesn't have a converted midfielder like Kily González from before. Because even if there are the best full-backs, there is no one in the middle who can guarantee to have the ability in terms of aerial combat. So why does the Argentine team play so well? Why is the cooperation so delicate and outstanding? Because their height determines that they can only take the ground cooperation route to have a future…

The Argentine players felt a little incredulous when they heard Bianchi say that they were going to play on the wings. They haven't played like this for a long time. Play wing crosses, who should they pass in to for a header? Look at the height of the Chinese team's three center backs, one is 1.83 meters, this is the lowest height, one is 1.87 meters, and one is 1.88 meters. What advantage can three small guys gain in an aerial battle with giants?

But after hearing the coach say "Open up the situation, and you can figure out the rest" they knew what the coach was planning, and they all knew what they should do.

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Sophie stretched lazily. During the half-time break of the previous game, everyone could still gather together to chat and laugh. Maybe because of Rong Lao's death, everyone didn't have the mood to chat today. The Chinese colleagues next to her were all silently drinking water, silently wiping their lenses, and silently resting.

Sophie was also resting silently. At this time, the ringtone of the cell phone in her pocket rang.

"Hello, Mom?" Sophie got up and found a slightly quieter corner to answer the phone.

"Feifei, we watched the first half of the game. Will Zhang Jun and the others be okay? They haven't scored a goal for a long time." Her mother's slightly anxious voice rang.

Sophie smiled: "Mom, don't worry, the Chinese team and Zhang Jun are not so easy to lose. Have the visas and passports been processed?"

"They were done a long time ago. It's fast to have someone helping. As long as the Chinese team wins the game, we will leave here this morning."

"Okay, remember to contact me on the way, I'll pick you up at the airport when you arrive."

What Sophie was talking about was the plan to arrange for her parents and Zhang Jun's mother to come to South Africa to watch the game live. Of course, there was a prerequisite. The Chinese team must be able to enter the final before they would come. Otherwise, coming for the third and fourth place final would be meaningless.

As long as the Chinese team can reach the final, whether it is the runner-up or the champion, this is a remarkable historical event. Zhang Jun wants his mother and Sophie's parents to be able to witness history on the front line.

The stadium broadcast began to remind the audience in the stadium that the second half of the game was about to begin, please take your seats.

"Okay, Mom, the second half is about to start. I'm not chatting anymore, I have to go to work, say hello to Dad and Auntie for me." After saying that, Sophie hung up the phone in a hurry, and then returned to her position, sat down, and re-set up the camera.

Then she quietly waited for the start of the second half of the game.

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When the players were coming out, Qiu Suhui grabbed Zhang Jun: "Be more active in the second half, you know?"

Zhang Jun nodded.

"Go ahead." Qiu Suhui smiled at him and let go of his hand.

Zhang Jun turned around and ran over after saying goodbye to Qiu Suhui.

Is this the semi-final? It looks very ordinary, there is no other feeling at all, tension, excitement, creating history… nothing at all. Is it any different from an ordinary game?

Zhang Jun muttered in his heart.

You're used to big scenes, haha. That's right, I've already held up the European Champions Cup, what else in this world can make me nervous and feel different?

So what if it's the World Cup semi-final? So what if it's Argentina?

He shook his head with a smile as he ran, and then stepped out of the player tunnel, and what greeted him was huge cheers and snow-white lights, and the overwhelming red in the stands.

It's still a little different, at least now I'm wearing a red Chinese team jersey, not a purple Fiorentina jersey. What's on the chest is the national flag, not the Bauhinia.

But that doesn't affect anything, I still play football as usual.

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"Viewers, welcome to watch the last semi-final of the 19th South Africa World Cup, between the Chinese team and the Argentine team. The two teams fought for forty-five minutes in the first half and did not score a goal. The first half was not as exciting as we imagined before the match. I hope the two sides can bring us an exciting game in the second half!"

Argentina kicked off in the second half, Tevez passed the ball to Riquelme behind him, Riquelme did not pass the ball immediately, but controlled the ball at his feet, and then looked up to observe the situation on the field.

Riquelme is good at everything, except for one thing—his ball control is too slow. No matter what the rhythm of the team's attack is, as soon as the ball reaches his feet, the rhythm immediately slows down. His style of playing as a classical attacking midfielder is almost incompatible with the current football style, so he was not very happy at Barcelona at the beginning. Later, he went to Villarreal, and the whole team took him as the core. He gradually found his feeling without caring about the speed. With his performance and Villarreal's performance, he also became the main attacking midfielder of the Argentine national team, squeezing players like Aimar to the bench.

Now he is still at Villarreal, because only Villarreal can use him as the core.

In the Argentine national team, in order to accommodate his technical characteristics, the Argentine team's attack is very slow.

This time, he stabilized the situation after the opening according to his habits, but he didn't expect an impatient person to rush out of the opposing team. Yang Pan spotted the moment when Riquelme turned his head, and rushed up to grab the ball. He kicked his foot very quickly and fiercely. Riquelme originally wanted to pull the ball back, but he didn't expect the ball to hit Yang Pan's foot, and then bounced up, completely out of his control.

Klee, who was next to Yang Pan, saw that the captain had successfully intercepted the ball, and the referee did not blow the whistle, he followed up and took the ball away.

Riquelme raised his hands to protest to the referee, but the referee ignored him, which naturally aroused boos from the Argentine fans in the stands.

Klee ignored the boos from the Argentine fans, he dribbled the ball forward, and then passed the ball to Zhao Pengyu on the left wing when Mascherano forced him up.

The Chinese team launched a quick attack after intercepting the ball in the center circle, catching the Argentine team off guard. Zhao Pengyu forcibly crossed to the baseline with his speed, and although the final pass was blocked out of the baseline by Milito, this attack expressed the Chinese team's will to Argentina, and also gave the audience hope—the hope that the second half would be more exciting and beautiful.

"Come on!" Yang Pan shouted loudly to his teammates when Li Yongle went to take a corner kick. The second half of the game had just started, and he couldn't wait to cheer for his teammates.

The corner kick was taken, this time it was passed to the front of the goal. Neither Samuel nor Coloccini stopped Liu Peng's back insertion header, the only pity was that Liu Peng headed the ball a little off.

Just when the Argentines thought that this attack was the same as the opening attack in the first half, just a strategic attack, the purpose was to win more space for defense, and ultimately for better defense. The Chinese team's attack came one after another like a tide.

Saja kicked the ball out from the goal with a big foot, and the ball flew straight to the front court. Li Yongle's aerial ability was really not flattering, but Wang Yu's header strength was famous in La Liga. So whenever the opponent hits a high ball in the midfield, he is the one to solve it.

This time was no exception. If there is any shortcoming of this Argentina team, it is their height. The height of the midfield and frontcourt is generally not high, so they are not very advantageous in fighting for aerial balls.

Cambiasso lost to Wang Yu without any suspense. Wang Yu headed the ball in the air to Li Yongle, who was responding next to him, and then Li Yongle directly kicked a long pass to the front.

Wu Shanshan was firmly pulled by Samuel, he turned around and planned to receive the ball, but was pulled down by the opponent. He spread his arms and shouted loudly, wanting to remind the referee that the opponent had fouled and should award a free kick.

The referee ignored him this time and did not call a foul on Argentina, not because Argentina really didn't foul, but because he wanted to follow a principle—advantage to the attacking side!

Extending his hands forward horizontally and then running with the ball, this is a clear gesture of advantage to the attacking side, and the game continues.

Because Zhang Jun killed from behind the two, like a gust of wind blowing by…

"Zhang Jun is so fast! He broke through Argentina's defense!" the commentator exclaimed.

The ball fell in front of him, Zhang Jun stretched his foot to stop the ball, very beautiful! The ball stopped one meter in front of him, no need to slow down, breakthrough!

"Foul! Grab him!" Saja's voice sounded like a pig being slaughtered.

Coloccini helplessly felt that he couldn't catch Zhang Jun's speed at all, he couldn't even pull him if he wanted to.

Zhang Jun looked at Saja who was attacking, and decided to chip the ball.

The ball leaped high, Saja attacked halfway, and hurriedly retreated, but unfortunately his retreating speed could not keep up with the speed of the ball.

Everyone watched helplessly as the ball went a little over the crossbar and flew out of the baseline!

"Great! His performance was perfect before the ball flew out of the baseline!"

Zhang Jun looked at the ball flying out of the baseline, and he shook his head helplessly.

It seems that luck is a little bit worse today… Could it be that the six-goal curse of the World Cup has descended on him again? Shit!

So far, after the game against England, he has just scored six goals. Among them, he staged a hat-trick against Colombia in the first game, did not score a goal against Mexico in the second game, scored one goal against Italy in the third game, scored the fastest goal in the World Cup against Sweden in the fourth game, and scored his sixth goal of this cup against England in the fifth game, a wonderful bicycle kick.

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The Argentines were a little unprepared for the Chinese team's sudden change of tactics and their uncharacteristic active attack. Ten minutes passed, their midfield organization was in chaos, the front line was inefficient, and the defense was repeatedly threatened.

Now they began to believe that the offensive shown by the Chinese team in the second half was definitely not as simple as in the first half. If they did not improve their vigilance, they might be breached.

The second half of the game was indeed much better than the first half, because the Chinese team was willing to come out and attack. But the only thing that made the fans unhappy was that both sides attacked wonderfully, but defended even more beautifully, so there was no goal.

Tevez broke through the Chinese team's defense and then shot, but An Ke caught it steadily again. An Ke's performance in this game was something that the Argentines did not expect. If An Ke's performance in the previous games was normal, then An Ke's performance in this game can be called extraordinary.

His high-resistance performance suddenly reminded Mascherano of the Champions League quarter-final last season. Fiorentina almost lost to one person—the crazy An Ke.

Could it be that he is going to go crazy again in this game?

Even as an Argentine, Mascherano would not think that Messi, Tevez, and Saviola combined could be much stronger than Zhang Jun. Fiorentina's attacking strength may not be much weaker than the current Argentina.

Looking at An Ke's excited expression—it was exactly the same as that Champions League game—his eyes were shining, he was agile, his fighting spirit was high, and he would roar from time to time.

The game reached the middle of the second half, and the score was still 0:0.

Argentina launched a quick counter-attack, and Riquelme's midfield organization ability was fully demonstrated in this attack. At that time, China had just attacked and was intercepted, and had not had time to return to defense. If Riquelme delayed in the midfield at this time, a great quick counter-attack would be missed. He didn't dribble the ball, or even control the ball. He looked up at the front and directly kicked a through ball over the top!

The ball flew over the heads of the Chinese team's defense line. Liu Peng habitually raised his hand to signal that Messi was offside, but the linesman ignored him.

Riquelme's passing timing was just right. Messi was running horizontally and then running straight, he was not offside at all!

"Messi is not offside! This is a great opportunity for Argentina! They will definitely not let it go!"

This was indeed an opportunity for Argentina, the best opportunity of the entire game. The Chinese team's defense had been very tight, and only this time they neglected and revealed a flaw, and what's even more terrifying is that it was immediately caught by Riquelme.

"Damn it!" Xiang Tao cursed in his mouth and turned around to chase back.

Messi was quickly approaching the Chinese team's goal. Under such circumstances, it was almost impossible for him to make a mistake. This goal was a must!

The hearts of the Chinese fans had already been raised to their throats, while the Argentine fans couldn't wait to cheer.

Messi broke into the penalty area.

An Ke abandoned the goal and attacked.

Both of them were very fast.

Messi lowered his head to dribble the ball. When he looked up, An Ke was already very close to him, so close that they could see each other's grass clippings and sweat on their faces.

"Fuck!" An Ke suddenly roared, this sound was very, very loud, and the TV broadcast clearly caught his dirty words, and suddenly the Chinese commentary booth paused.

After roaring, An Ke threw himself at Messi's feet. Messi planned to push the ball away, but An Ke's speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to make a shooting feint. As soon as the ball was pushed out, An Ke's big hands blocked the ball. Messi didn't expect An Ke's reaction to be so fast, he couldn't stop his feet and directly hung on An Ke's arm, and then screamed and fell out.

"Penalty!!" The Argentine commentators and fans shouted loudly together.

"Dive!!" The Chinese commentators and fans shouted like this.

An Ke picked up the ball from the ground. He turned his head and looked at Messi. Messi was still lying on the ground at this time, raising his hands to signal to the referee that An Ke had fouled and should award a penalty.

The referee blew his whistle and ran towards the penalty area, and his actions made all the Chinese players nervous. They followed and ran towards the penalty area. Only An Ke had an indifferent expression on his face, holding the ball and standing there.

"Is it a penalty?" At this time, the Chinese commentator did not dare to confirm. Although he was sure that An Ke could not have fouled, what if the referee did not see clearly and awarded a penalty? Wouldn't it be a terrible injustice? "Or… a dive?"

From the TV lens, it was really impossible to see the referee's intention. He beckoned in the direction of An Ke and Messi, and put his hand into the pocket behind his ass, it seemed that he was going to take out a card.

An Ke still spread his arms with an indifferent expression, and did not mean to go up. Messi pointed to himself with both fingers: "Is it me?"

The referee nodded and beckoned Messi to come to him again: yellow card!

"How could it be me?! It was obviously the opponent who fouled!" Messi acted so well.

"Aha! Messi dived! The referee gave him a yellow card!" Wang Jianxiang's voice sounded a little gloating.

The referee ignored Messi's appeal, he waved his hand to let Messi leave the penalty area, and the Chinese team was going to take a free kick.

An Ke, who had been silent all the time, laughed triumphantly at this time: "Argentine kids, you want to enter grandpa's goal, you are a hundred years too early!"

This sentence was still clearly spread all over the world through the developed live broadcast equipment, and the Chinese commentary booth paused again. Wang Jianxiang kept wiping his sweat, and he could only sigh in his heart: Fortunately, the Argentines can't understand Chinese.

Although they really couldn't understand it, An Ke's arrogant laughter and expression still made the Argentines feel ashamed. The Argentine team, which has always prided itself on its strong attacking power, did not score a single goal in this game. Although this has something to do with the Chinese team's defensive counter-attack tactics, no matter how defensive they are, there will always be a moment when the goal is broken, right?

Damn it!

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Bianchi seemed a little anxious. He hadn't been able to open up the situation and score a goal. This was not what he had hoped to see before the game. If Argentina could not resolve the battle within ninety minutes, then even if they reached the final, Argentina, which had been dragged to exhaustion by the Chinese team, would not be favored. It should be known that Brazil easily won against the Netherlands, and was waiting to destroy Argentina in Cape Town.

Compared with Bianchi, Qiu Suhui hardly had any attractive performance throughout the game. Even when An Ke and Messi collided in the penalty area just now, he did not express anything. He just sat in his seat, with his legs crossed, with a leisurely expression.

What defensive counter-attack requires is not the number of goals, but the quality. There is no need to waste energy if only one goal can determine life and death.

During the half-time break, he asked Zhang Jun to be more active. After the second half, Zhang Jun was indeed more active. All he has to do now is to quietly wait for the result.

It was the second half of the game, and Bianchi began to frequently deploy troops. This was the only place that made Qiu Suhui feel envious. After seven years of Chinese football development, for him, there were no players in his hand who could form a 23-man roster. The starting eleven can indeed be regarded as a European first-class level, but as for the substitutes… they are barely Asian first-class… The gap is not a star and a half.

D'Alessandro, who had no performance in this game, was replaced by Rodriguez. At the same time, out of tactical considerations, the core Riquelme was replaced, and Aimar replaced him.

Riquelme's performance in this game was overshadowed by the excellent performances of Li Yongle and Wang Yu. Moreover, his slow-paced ball control dragged down Argentina's fierce attack.

It was right to replace him. Aimar is much better than Riquelme in the longitudinal direction.

Aimar's appearance immediately brought new momentum to Argentina's attack. The speed of Argentina's attack was obviously accelerated, and the number of threatening passes also increased.

The Chinese team was forced to retreat to defend again.

An Ke became the most dazzling player in this game as he wished.

Mascherano shot from a long distance!

An Ke flew out and saved it, he used his fingertips!

Tevez shot from close range!

An Ke fell to the ground and kicked the ball out!

The corner kick was taken, Samuel headed the ball!

It hit Li Suisheng and there was a slight change of direction, An Ke bravely saved it again!

Argentina had a free kick in the frontcourt, Tevez took the penalty. The ball drew an arc and flew straight to the goal.

An Ke firmly pressed the ball under him and resolved Argentina's offensive again.

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Qiu Suhui stood up from his seat, the number of times he stood up from there in this game was very few. Because he smelled danger. If he had let Aimar come up at the beginning, he would never dare to use defensive counter-attacks rashly, and