The players on the court were angry and couldn't say it, but Olson off the court couldn't care about so much, and started the lion roar loudly on the sidelines, "Dear Mr. referee, this is a typical delay without sportsmanship. Didn't you see it again?"

"You don't need to remind me how to do this." Yuichi Nishimura was very unhappy with other people's fingers. Of course, seeing that Melo was not playing the ball for a long time and was still there, Yuichi Nishimura walked over and warned him verbally.

Olsen was still chattering on the sidelines, but the Brazilian's goal was achieved, and at least another half minute wasted. Melo threw the ball towards Silva, but a figure rushed up in the middle, directly intercepting the ball, and quickly hit Romedal behind him.

It was Qin Tian! When everyone was complaining just now, only Qin Tian stared at the Brazilian team's every move. Seeing Melo serve casually, Qin Tian easily intercepted it. Romedal took two steps, pushed and passed with his left foot, and Thomason got the ball, and then Thomason pushed the ball to Bentner. Bentner beautifully stopped the ball and turned around, and a corner was used to synthesize the action, directly flashing Macon's steal.

Seeing Qin Tian gradually swim to the sideline, Bentner passed the ball to Qin Tian. Seeing Qin Tian take the ball, Melo rushed over with his teeth and claws. Qin Tian pushed the ball forward, and the ball rolled over from Merlot. He ran out of the sideline, wiped it from outside the sideline, and caught up with the ball.

"The beautiful man ball has been divided, and Merlot is like a wooden stake."

Qin Tian, ​​who chased the ball, kicked the ball to Romedal who came to meet him. After passing the ball, he continued to rush forward. Romedal directly stuffed the ball on the spot. The two of them also came in a time of mutual understanding and swaying Maicon, who was chasing back, sweeping over two people at once. The Brazilian team's left side was in danger.

Lucio had to withdraw from the penalty area and stepped forward to block Qin Tian. It was not the first time he had fought with Qin Tian. Lucio seemed very cautious and did not rashly break Qin Tian's ball. Instead, he followed Qin Tian's pace and slowly walked backwards, always maintaining a reasonable position. At the same time, he slowly forced Qin Tian to the vicinity of the corner flag area and then tried to intercept the ball.

Lucio was very careful, but Qin Tian was very bold. He was so-called skilled and brave. With his back facing Lucio, he flashed to the left. In fact, Qin Tian twisted his ankle and hooked the ball back, then quickly turned around and wiped Lucio from the right. Without waiting for the other party to adjust, Qin Tian accelerated and ran over.

Qin Tian, ​​who had gotten rid of Lucio, changed direction and turned to the penalty area. "Oh," Dunga couldn't help but stand up. Since Melo was easily thrown away, Dunga's heart was always frivolous, followed by Macon. Then he saw Lucio, and he had expected Lucio to defend himself, but he still couldn't stand it.

In the penalty area, Cesar was fully focused and shouted loudly, "Go up, go up, block him." Without his reminder, Juan had already run forward to intercept it.

Qin Tian made a move to raise his feet and shoot. Although this angle cannot be seen for ordinary shooters, Juan did not dare to be careless at all when facing Qin Tian. It was precisely because of his prudence that he could occupy the main central defender in Dunga's team.

Qin Tian's first fake move was not fooled, and the corner of his mouth bent slightly, and Qin Tian really kicked the ball at the ball, "Shot?" Juan was anxious. He thought the other party just wanted to deceive him, but then passed him, but he didn't expect that he would really shoot. Juan quickly stretched out his foot to stop him.

"You were fooled." If Juan could understand the Chinese words in Qin Tian's mouth, I believe that he would have been sad and angry. Qin Tian, ​​who devoted himself to the game, entered a state of selflessness and was very relaxed. His feet stretched out quickly pulled the ball back and pushed it, and he would flash past Juan.

At this time, Juan's intercepted foot was in place. It was too late to take it back. Then everyone in the venue watched Qin Tian fall into the penalty area like a towering tree cut off by someone in half, and rolled around the lawn. At the same time, Port Elizabeth Stadium was in full bloom.

The fans on both sides shouted loudly at the same time, and the fans of the Danish team naturally shouted, "Penal! Penalty! Penalty!"

The fans of the Brazilian team booed and dissatisfied, shouting, "Fake a fall! Fake a fall! Fake a fall!"

The whistle of referee Yuichi Nishimura sounded, and while running towards the penalty area, the referee seemed to be communicating with something. Then everyone saw his finger pointing at the penalty spot, the 12-yard area, yes! Penalty! Danish team's penalty!

"Let's look at this penalty..." Duan Xuan stood up the moment Qin Tian fell and looked at the Japanese referee nervously, "Haha, that's right, there's no problem. This is a penalty kick, a very critical penalty kick. The Japanese referee finally lit up his eyes."

Just as the referee pointed at the penalty point, Qin Tian was also lying on the lawn, clenched his fists and shouting, "This ball is too important, too critical." Juan beside Qin Tian roared at the referee angrily, "Damn it, I didn't touch him, this is a fake fall."

Then he turned his head and shouted at Qin Tian furiously, "Do you dare say I met you? Do you dare say you weren't pretending to fall?"

Qin Tian got up, patted the grass clippings on his body, and didn't debate anything with Juan, and there was no need to argue. Think about the ball in the first half, didn't you take advantage of the ball? One report and one report, not to mention that as an opponent, this is normal. Is there any fake fall? Is it important to think about Maradona being the hand of God back then? The referee has made a penalty, so everyone will follow the referee's wishes.

Of course, Qin Tian would not be grateful to the referee. In his heart, this Japanese idiot has been listed on the blacklist. Obviously, Yuichi Nishimura, who made the penalty, ignored the protests of the Brazilians. He stood at the penalty point, his gesture was very clear, and he unswervingly awarded a penalty to the Danish team.

The whole stadium was full of ice and fire. Danish fans hugged each other and cheered loudly. They saw hope of equalizing the game, while Brazilian fans made a harsh boo, insisting that the trash referee's decision was really fucked. However, they seemed to have forgotten that they gave each other a thumbs up in the first half.

Olson, who was on the sidelines, finally smiled happily and jumped three feet high, "It's so fucking good." If the ball was scored, the time was calculated. There was still hope of equalizing the score of 2:3 within 90 minutes. Maybe there would be a final kill. Olson's face opened. The others on the bench also waved their towels and coats, shouting loudly.

This time it was Dunga's turn to be furious and roared at the referee dissatisfiedly, "That's such a obvious fake fall, you can't see, you can't see? What kind of shit is this?" Hearing the ill-cleaning in his mouth, the fourth official also couldn't help but go over and stop the other party in time. Seeing Dunga walking back to the bench with a constipation, the Danish team's commentator teased with regret, "Mr. Dunga seemed to be blowing off our goal in the first half, but he smiled like a flower. Why is it like he's taking a feces now? Tsk t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t

In fact, it was not the penalty kick that Deng urged, but he smelled the dangerous smell in the air. Now for the Brazilian team, the situation is very bad...

This penalty kick made both sides crazy, with expectations, hope, dissatisfaction, fear, and more anxious. Of course, everything must be based on the goal scored. The atmosphere in the stands gradually became quiet, especially for Danish fans, who were nervously watching Qin Tian preparing at the 12-yard position.

Brazilian goalkeeper Cesar kept spreading his arms in front of the goal, and occasionally made a sound in his throat, wanting to create pressure on Qin Tian. The Brazilian fans in the stands were very sensible and booed the most, wanting to interfere with Qin Tian's performance.

"At this time, I believe that Qin Tian's pressure is something that all of us dare not imagine. If you step down, it may be the difference between heaven and hell. Come on, Qin Tian, ​​you must withstand the pressure!" Duan Xuan stared at Qin Tian tightly.

Faced with the riots created by Brazilian fans in the stands, Qin Tian was actually calm as the iceberg of the Alps. He couldn't see any thoughts in his heart. He was preparing for a penalty kick as usual. After he was ready, he took a few steps back and looked at the referee, "It's OK."

Nishimura Yu nodded and stepped back. A few seconds later, the whistle sounded, and Qin Tian assisted, stopped, and swung his legs...

Shoot!

The moment Qin Tian's foot touched the ball, Cesar felt that the opponent wanted to hit the left side of his body, and immediately rushed over, but just in the air, Cesar watched the ball in despair and drew an arc and flew into the ball net.

Middle road! Spoon!

"Coax..." The stands were in full swing. Everyone had thought about the way to play the penalty kick, but the only thing they hadn't considered was the spoon. Is this a damn person still a human? If you don't tease everyone like this, did Qin Tian never think about the mistake, or did Cesar stay still? Such a choice is really...

Not only them, the Danish players were also like deflated balls, and several of them were soft on the lawn. If you test it, I believe that the heartbeat at this moment was definitely a roller coaster speed. The old coach Olsen kept slapping the position of his heart, his face turned red, "Michelle, damn it, after the game, I must look good, this guy is playing this ball..."

"Don't worry, if you don't say it, I'll deal with him too!" Michelle Lauderup was also sweating profusely.

No matter what, the ball scored and the score became 3:2. The Denmark still had hope. At this moment, the Port Elizabeth Stadium was full of voices calling Qin Tian’s name, and he was like a hero...

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