"However, these attacks are based on A Feng defending the defense line for the Chinese team. Therefore, the Chinese team's players can focus all their energy on the offense. We can see that there are only a few players participating in the defense, and most of them are solved by A Feng alone!" Zhang Lu, who has completely transformed into a fan of Wu Feng, said no exaggeration to the fundamental reason why the Chinese team has undergone such a big change.

On the coach's seat, Zhu Guanglu was also very excited. His dream of offensive football finally achieved a preliminary success. "A Feng did it, he really did it! It's really unbelievable. This is the dominance of the goalkeeper!"

Watching Zhu Guanglu pace back and forth on the coach's seat, Yao Zhi, a nutritionist of the Chinese team, understood very well why the middle-aged coach was so excited at the moment. Not only Zhu Guanglu, but also him, he has been looking forward to this scene for a long time.

Not to mention the Chinese fans in the stands, starting from this wave of attack, the singing of the "Five-Star Red Flag" never stopped, one wave higher and one wave higher, covering up the cheering of the Iranian team on the opposite side. Especially the sound of drumbeats made the singing look more majestic and full of passion on the battlefield. The Chinese nation's instruments are strong and have attracted countless media attention.

Zhou Haibin stood in the corner kick area on the baseline. At this time, Zhang Cheng, who was partnering with him, quickly gave a wink and pointed in front of him in a hidden way. Zhou Haibin quickly reacted, turned his eyes around, thought quickly, frowned, and finally nodded.

The two of them actually avoided everyone, and the others did not notice any changes in the two, and it was still so natural.

Zhou Haibin set the ball and slowly stepped back six or seven steps. "This time the pass is very difficult, and you must master the footwork very well. I must be calm and calm!"

He took a deep breath and eliminated all distracting thoughts from his mind. Zhou Haibin bowed, started, assisted, swung his legs, and passed the ball in one go. The football flew straight into the penalty area like an arrow from the string.

Zhang Cheng ran out of the penalty area quickly. The Iranian defensive player looked at Zhang Xiang in confusion, not paying much attention, and focused all his attention on Feilai Football.

After the football flew into the center, it suddenly brought about a strong rotation. At this time, Zhang Cheng had already walked to about 4 or 5 meters outside the penalty area line in the middle. But he suddenly turned around. At the same time, the football flew around a corner and flew out of the penalty area. Before Zhang Cheng could land, he volleyed in the air.

"Bang!"

The whole audience could hear the sound of Zhang Cheng touching the ball with his right foot. The football was like a cannonball that had taken off the borehole, with a "whirring" whistling wind, and it rushed into the upper right corner of the goal at an incomprehensible speed.

Iranian goalkeeper Mirzapur did not react at all, stood there in a daze, looking at Zhang Cheng in horror.

Zhang Cheng also felt a feeling when he was playing football: "This ball is here!" This was the only sentence that flashed through his mind.

He took off his jersey with both hands, shook the jersey with his right hand and ran out of the Iranian team's sideline. With a hurdle, he jumped up quickly over the billboard, ran to the bottom of the audience seat of the stadium, threw the jersey to the ground, and waved his fists frantically.

The fans were also crazy, and they actively responded to Zhang Cheng with the fanatical drums, horns, and the shaking five-star red flag.

He did it and personally scored the football into the Iranian team's goal. He had never been so excited. He was always very silent on the court. Even if he scored a goal, he just hugged his teammates.

Now I have found the outlet for venting, and this ball is not just a goal, it marks a revenge for the Chinese team with his own hands.

After Zhang Cheng celebrated, he picked up the jersey on the ground, put it on his body, and got up and returned to the court. However, the referee would not give him face. A yellow card was essential. Zhang Cheng smiled at the referee with a friendly smile, without refuting, and turned to find his teammates to celebrate.

After conceding the ball again, the Iranian team knew that there was not much time left, and they were behind two goals, and they could not break through the goal guarded by Wu Feng. They were in a hurry to kick off, but the Chinese team was there endlessly, which made the Iran team quite impatient.

Finally, after hearing the referee blew the whistle, the Iranian team launched a general attack on the Chinese team's goal. The game has been going on for 80 minutes at this moment. Even if stoppage time is added, it will only be more than ten minutes. They must attack with all their strength.

However, the Iranian team was like the Chinese team at the end of the first half. They played very quickly and did not control the rhythm. They fought alone, rushed and shot wildly, and made rude fouls.

Soon, they were awarded a set piece by the referee again by the referee, but this position was nearly 40 meters away from the goal, which was a bit far away.

But 40 meters cannot be the safe distance for Mirzapur to block Wu Feng's free kick. Wu Feng made a quick "forward turn" and directly bypassed Mirzapur's leap save and flew into the goal behind him accurately.

This time the free kick was very fast. According to the statistics later, it had reached a speed of 160 kilometers per hour, which shocked the entire Asian football world again, and even Europe were shocked. No one had played such a speed for a long time.

In the 86th minute of the game, the Chinese team led the Iran team 3:0. This result surprised everyone. This was unexpected before the game. Most teams thought that even if the Chinese team had Wu Feng, they would only tie the Iran team at most, but they did not expect it to be like this.

Moreover, two of the three balls were shot by the goalkeeper personally, which was beyond everyone's expectations. After all, Iran is not a weak team.

At this time, another star player of the Iranian team, Mada Wikia, finally broke out. He had been defending him by Zhang Cheng of the Chinese team before, and almost all of this game was frozen. At this time, Zhang Cheng's position was mentioned to the front midfielder by Zhu Guanglu, and the player who defended Mada Wikia also became Wang Dong.

The fans in the stands finally knew about Mada Wikia's true strength, and also made them clearly realize how important Zhang Cheng's defense is.

In the 88th minute, after Madawikiah took the ball in front of the penalty area, he attracted Wang Dong and Dewey's defense, but suddenly passed the ball to Ali Dei not far in front of him.

After getting the ball, Ali Dei made a little adjustment, leaned against Li Weifeng, and before the Chinese central defender Dewey stepped forward to press, he raised his foot and shot with a blast.

However, due to the rush of shooting, Ali Dei missed a lot of this shot. After hitting the post, he rebounded to the left.

By chance, Mada Wikiya happened to arrive and just received Ali Dei's "Miscellaneous Pass". He raised his leg and stopped the ball, and then faced the last line of defense of the Chinese team directly.

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