Chapter 131 Two Goals Ahead

In the moment the football flew into the Brazilian goal, the air seemed to solidify, time seemed to stop, and everyone's movements were frozen.

Only the football rotated slowly in the entangled net, making a drawn-out sound.

Goalkeeper Gabriel didn't touch anything. His body leaned backward, already losing balance. He turned his head back, looking at the football in the goal, his eyes wide.

He Ying, who had taken the shot, stared blankly at the goal, as if confirming whether the ball had really gone in.

Thiago Silva, who was lying on the ground, had just sat up, twisting around to see the moment the goal was breached.

Zhou Yi raised his hands in the midst of three Brazilian players, ready to cheer.

The Chinese fans in the stands raised their fists and lifted their buttocks, preparing to leap from their seats.

He Ping in the commentary box held down his headset with one hand and clenched the other into a fist, waving it towards the sky.

After a moment, all the sounds returned, and the frozen world returned to normal.

Gabriel lost his balance and support, falling backward with a crash. As he fell, his eyes were still fixed on the football, his wide eyes not blinking, like a dismantled statue.

He Ying raised a finger of his right hand, placing it in front of his mouth. At the same time, he ran toward the stands behind the goal, which were full of Brazilian fans. He made a shushing gesture to those Brazilian fans.

Thiago Silva, who had just sat up, slumped back to the ground, placing his hands on his face, covering his eyes, unable to bear to watch.

Zhou Yi raised his hands high, chasing after He Ying.

The Chinese fans in the stands jumped up and cheered.

He Ping roared: "Goal! Goal! Goal!! What a beautiful goal! He Ying! He scored twice in this game!! He helped the Chinese team gain a great advantage with a two-goal lead! The most incredible thing is that the Chinese team is actually leading Brazil by two goals in the match! You have to know that this Brazilian team is almost half of the national team!"

In front of the bench, on the coaching bench, the Chinese team's players and coaches also rushed out of their designated areas. The players ran wildly towards their teammates who were celebrating behind the Brazilian goal, wanting to celebrate with them.

The coaches, on the other hand, hugged each other.

Blazevic was held tightly by his translator, Jiang Xiaojun, and the team leader, Guo Bing, next to him, had a face twisted with excitement.

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"Incredible! Unbelievable! Brazil, the overwhelming favorite to win the championship, is actually down by two goals in the match! The Chinese team's counterattack is very efficient. They gave the Brazilian team a good lesson, telling them what team football is!" Mark Lawrenson of the BBC exclaimed. "This goal by the Chinese team was beautifully executed. Zhou Yi's series of moves in the frontcourt attracted the attention of the Brazilian defenders. It seemed that he was focused on fighting with the Brazilian defenders, but no one would have thought that he could still know the situation in another area. This pass was so imaginative! The Chinese team's leader has brought his abilities to the extreme today!"

The Brazilian commentator complained in the face of this goal: "Ahhh! Goal! This ball is simply... our defense is like sleepwalking together! What are they thinking? Why didn't Rafael chase back? Just watching the opposing striker score? We have a forward line worth two hundred million, but we have a defense that doesn't match it at all! Now two goals behind, with sixteen minutes left in the game, Brazil really has to hurry! We need a hero!"

Who is the hero?

It's Neymar.

But at this time, Neymar was also stunned on the field. He has always been called Brazil's unparalleled genius, the successor to Pele, and he also needs to use some weighty championships to prove that he is worthy of such an evaluation.

Leading the team to win the Olympic gold medal, achieving a breakthrough of zero gold medals for Brazilian football in the Olympics, is the best stage.

But who would have thought that the Brazilian team, which had been singing all the way, would encounter such a tough bone to gnaw in the semi-finals?

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After He Ying scored, Chinese netizens and fans on the Internet Weibo couldn't hide their excitement, and all kinds of Weibo posts praising the national Olympic team flew all over the sky.

"Awesome! The Chinese team is awesome!"

"It's so **ing awesome! Zhou Yi passed beautifully, and He Ying shot beautifully too!"

"The cooperation between geniuses! Perhaps only He Ying can grasp Zhou Yi's fantastic passing ideas!"

"The Chinese team is two goals ahead of Brazil! Who would dare to think of such a thing? But it really happened!"

"Will people who just turned on the TV be scared to death? They must think that the CCTV subtitles are wrong!"

"Before the game, everyone was worried that the Chinese team would have a hard time getting past Brazil, but now it seems... we seem to have overthought it!"

"I just remembered the attacks of those public intellectual media on the national Olympic team before the game. I don't know if their faces are sore now! So refreshing, hahaha!"

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The Chinese team's celebration was quite crazy, once again prompting the referee, Clattenburg, to come out to dissuade them and send them all back. Otherwise, they could really celebrate until the end of the game, and then they would definitely win...

On the way back to his own half, Zhou Yi continued to seize the time to remind his teammates: "The game is not over yet, we can't relax, don't be too happy too early!"

At this time, he was more and more like a qualified and responsible captain.

After the game restarted, the ripples brought about by the Chinese team's goal had not yet ended, and an uncontrollable thought popped into the minds of many Chinese fans in front of the TV - maybe we will really eliminate Brazil!

Now there are more than ten minutes left in the game, and the Chinese team is leading by two goals. If this were any other team leading by two goals, many people would probably assert that they would definitely win. But because it is their own national team, everyone is afraid that saying it will ruin their luck, so they endure and don't say it, but this idea in their hearts is getting stronger and stronger - we are going to eliminate Brazil and enter the final!

Things that they didn't dare to think about before are beginning to come true!

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After conceding the goal, Brazil's counterattack wave became even more frantic. In the seventy-eighth minute, Pato headed the ball to the right side of the Chinese team's penalty area, and Damiao's volley was blocked by Guo Nu with his body. Then Neymar's follow-up shot was saved by Sun Pan and went out of the baseline.

The Brazilian team got a corner kick.

However, this corner kick did not pose a threat to the Chinese team.

This time, Guo Nu snatched the ball in front of Thiago Silva and headed the ball out of the penalty area, where it was received by He Ying, who kicked it directly towards the frontcourt.

The Chinese team no longer has any counterattacks to speak of. Now it is a full line of defense. Everyone has returned to their own half, within the thirty-meter area, even He Ying is no exception.

Although the Brazilian team's offensive is very fierce, it is actually just thunder and little rain. Because with two goals behind and very little time left in the game, everyone's minds are a little unclear. They only rely on themselves in the attack, only believe in themselves. When the ball comes to their feet, it is just dribbling, dribbling, dribbling, and shooting, either being intercepted or just a random shot.

It looks very threatening, but the actual effect is not good.

And in the eighty-fourth minute, they even made a mistake themselves.

At that time, center-back Juan couldn't help but dribble the ball from the right and cut in. Then he passed the ball to Rafael next to him, wanting to do a wall-passing cooperation. Who knew that Rafael would make a very casual heel flick, and the ball was kicked onto Wu Lei's body, changing direction!

The Chinese team took advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack, and Wu Lei dribbled the ball wildly.

Rafael hurriedly returned to defense, chasing desperately, all the way to the edge of the penalty area, before a sliding tackle resolved the Chinese team's counterattack.

Although Rafael made up for his mistake and resolved the Chinese team's attack, he still drew dissatisfaction from Juan. Juan, who played for Inter Milan, roared at Rafael, who played for Manchester United, questioning what Rafael was doing.

Of course, Rafael, who had made a mistake himself, did not show any awareness of being in the wrong, but butted heads with Juan, the two glaring at each other, shouting obscenities in their mouths.

With the score behind and very little time left, instead of uniting and fighting to the death, the Brazilian team started infighting.

This scene is really astonishing.

The Brazilian commentator angrily criticized the players' performance on the field: "It's a shame! This is a shame for Brazil!"

The Chinese team's onlookers were watching the show from the sidelines.

Sun Pan even shouted: "Beer, peanuts, melon seeds for sale—!"

Causing his teammates to laugh.

For them, this is a rare moment of relaxation in a tense and exciting game, allowing them to relax their tense nerves.

Everyone just watched the two Brazilian players quarrel with each other, and they all remembered what Zhou Yi had said to them before the game. His evaluation of this Brazilian team - "If South American teams play well, they do whatever they want. If they don't play well, they also do whatever they want."

To be able to have infighting on the field, it's really random.

Zhou Yi was right again.

Not only can he help the team win on the field, but he can also analyze opponents incisively off the field.

What else can everyone say about such a captain?

Of course, just one word:

Respect!