2:2, this score is so crazy. The Beijing Workers Stadium is unprecedentedly warm, like a sea of ​​joy.

"Today is a festival for Chinese fans. How long has it been since we were so happy? Even if we lost this game, I don't think everyone has to be depressed, because we have seen everyone's spirit. As long as this spirit exists, we have reason to believe that the national team can have a bright future!" Chen Xiangfu almost burst into tears and was quite excited. He and Jin Zhiyang are both explorers and pioneers of Chinese football. No one is more excited than them to see the scene today.

At this time, this Belgium is a world-class team. Even if they only spent half of their efforts to play football, it was enough for the Chinese team to play like this.

Once the game is confrontation, the time will accelerate and the half-time game will end.

The draw in the halftime is normal, but the abnormal score is a 2:2 score! The Chinese team cannot even score two goals in the halftime with Vietnam, and now it is tied with Belgium...

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The first half was so wild, and the second half was naturally even more exciting.

However, Belgium has changed its face.

Belgium is scared? Replace all the main players! No one is left. Hazard is gone, Januzai is gone, Kompani, Van Biten is gone, Lukaku is gone, and Wilmotz has changed all in one breath. Are they really afraid?

On the Chinese side, there was no change in the frontcourt, but only removed the three defenders and goalkeeper Zeng Cheng. It was obvious that Perrin did not give everyone a chance as he said before the game.

"Perlin trusts the players in the frontcourt very much. Does he still want to win the game?" Jin Zhiyang vaguely guessed Perlin's intention, "He is really a coach who dares to say and do it! But will this be unfair to other players? Especially Liu Hao, the probability of his playing field in this game is too small and the pace is too fast. When he goes up, he will completely disrupt Perlin's deployment and even put the Chinese team in the most passive position."

Liu Hao sat on the bench with peace of mind, but Mao Jianqing, who had already got the chance to play, was very depressed. He was defeated by the coach after only 20 minutes. Can he be happy? Even in a friendly match, the playing time was too low, so he had to play for 45 minutes and halftime. Being taken so early shows that Perrin is very dissatisfied with him.

Yu Hai, who replaced him, seemed to have a second spring, and actually scored twice. Mao Jianqing's psychological pressure suddenly increased. He had already returned to the national team smoothly, but he didn't expect that Yu Hai's performance in this position was more amazing than him...

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, there will be progress only with competition. If you are depressed, you may score a goal in the next game." Liu Hao comforted quietly. He didn't care. It was normal for a substitute. Like Mao Jianqing, he would definitely want to play a good starter.

"I'm actually depressed not because I was replaced. I'm depressed. Why didn't I suddenly accelerate like Yu Hai just now. I didn't dare to do what he dared to do but I didn't do it. This is what I feel depressed and ashamed." Mao Jianqing shook his head and expressed his psychological thoughts.

"Oh, okay, I've learned to summarize, I can teach you..." The guy who can summarize is terrible. Mao Jianqing has this consciousness. "I think no one has ever had a chance, but I've been beaten by others. If someone is ahead, I will choose to pass the ball without hesitation..."

This is Liu Hao's helplessness. If you want him to be extraordinary, it is harder than climbing to the sky. It is already a miracle that he can sit on the bench.

As Jin Zhiyang said, this game is not suitable for Liu Hao. Even if there is a free kick opportunity, Liu Hao will only harm the team when he goes up.

But... the little translator Liao Kai walked towards Liu Hao happily.

"Brother Hao, the head coach asked you to be prepared at all times. What he meant was that he didn't know when to change you, but when he called you, you should go immediately."

Is this the meaning of God?

"Then I must keep warming up outside?" Liu Hao pointed gently, and he couldn't figure out this command.

"It should be... that's what he said." Liao Kai was also a little surprised. He should not have translated it wrong, right? That's it.

"Old Jin, you've calculated it wrong again. Liu Hao is warming up now." Chen Xiangfu smiled and joked, "Who will he replace?"

"...Okay, I don't understand Perrin's thoughts." Next time I stop talking nonsense... Jin Zhiyang stretched his lips, as if he really didn't want to talk anymore. Everything he said was wrong, so why not just say it?

Belgium and the Chinese team were as if they had agreed to reduce the rhythm, so that Belgium could avoid injuries and the Chinese team could also get a relatively satisfactory result, right? At least the atmosphere was not as smoke as in the second half of the first half.

Liu Hao walked around the sidelines for about ten minutes, his forehead was already sweating profusely, and Perrin didn't even want to let Liu Hao play.

"Will Liu Hao go through this, will he use up all his energy?" Duan Xuan was very curious. Liu Hao had only the physical strength, in his opinion, Liu Hao could consume half of his energy even if he warmed up.

"Perran is waiting for an opportunity to let Liu Hao play. This opportunity must be when a free kick appears." Jin Zhiyang's mouth was not idle, and he still couldn't help but analyze.

"It should be like this." Chen Xiangfu nodded.

"Ah! Foul! The opportunity is really here!" Duan Xuan exclaimed, and had to admire Jin Zhiyang's prediction ability.

Perlan waved his hand and asked Ma Mingyu to replace him quickly.

Lao Ma ran so fast that he ran to the referee as soon as possible...

"Liu Hao! Liu Hao! Liu Hao!" All the fans stood up, full of expectations.

Isn’t this ball a little trick for Liu Hao?

The ball hasn't been played yet, so what did they cheer? It's not necessarily possible to score a goal! Wilmotz looked around and didn't understand how Chinese fans actually reacted like this.

However, this guy seemed familiar? Wilmots's heart was inexplicably chilled.

China's... Xiaopang? His mind is searching for his past memories, and Liu Hao has already started free throws.

"It's him?" Wilmots stretched out his hand and trembled, the ball had already entered the net...

The guy who stayed in Real Madrid's 10th championship album! He finally remembered, but the ball had already entered the net.

"As expected..." After Liu Hao scored, Jin Zhiyang was quite calm, just as if he had just seen a penalty kick and was sent into the goal.

"3:2! It's so amazing! The score is 3:2! We are actually ahead!" Duan Xuan was not as calm as Jin Zhiyang, and was as excited as a child.

But just as Liu Hao was surrounded by his teammates, the substitution sign was raised again...

"Ah? Liu Hao's fate? Isn't it wrong?"

That's right...

Liu Hao came down, Gao Lin came up.

This...Wilmotz stared at Perrin not far away in a daze, and unconsciously patted his head.

Is he stupid or the other party stupid?
Chapter completed!