Me, Captain of China

hiss--

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Wayne Rooney ’s eyes were about to fall out, his entire face was twisted, and he really wanted to smash the TV.

Nima, the Chinese team scored the fourth goal, which is the 12th. England's line of defense is indeed papery.

Southgate came up, not as good as the original Keon! It gave Su Maozhen such a large space. What was he doing when Su Maozhen leaped to the top? He just thought of holding Su Maozhen's jersey with his left hand, but did he pull it?

No!

The goal is scored!

4: 3!

"Su Maozhen!"

"Su Maozhen!"

"Su Maozhen!"

The work body sounded Su Maozhen's name. Guoan and Taishan fans at this time were still friendly, not as exaggerated in the future.

"Awesome,"

"Awesome,"

"Awesome!"

Yang Chen and Li Jinyu did not stand up, but Su Maozhen stood up. He told Chinese fans with a scored second performance, although he is not as famous as Yang Chen, but he can also score goals!

This time, he rushed to the area where Luneng fans were waving the flag of Shandong!

He kissed the palm of his hand lightly, and then sent the kiss to the stands.

Crazy joy appeared on his face, tears flashed in his eyes, and almost, he wanted to cry.

Zheng Zhi chased wildly behind him, and then jumped on him. Zhao Junzhe and Li Xiaopeng quickly overwhelmed them to the ground, and everyone except Ou Chuliang standing on the door line came to celebrate.

4: 3.

This is a dream night.

"Crazy,"

"Crazy,"

"too crazy!"

"Audience friends, fans friends, we are now bringing you the friendly match between China VS England at the Capital Workers Stadium. If you have just turned on the TV at this time, then you should not be surprised. You ’re right when you see England, the Chinese team leads England! "

"Su Maozhen scored twice, overtaking the score for the Chinese team!"

"The myth of undefeated workers is back!"

Huang Jianxiang's eyes were red, his fists pressed tightly on the table, and he almost stood up and shouted.

Since being a football narrator, he has never had such excitement. He really imagined an ordinary fan standing up and waving his flag, celebrating frantically ...

"Hey,"

Still Zhang Lu was calm enough. Although the muscles on his face were twitching, he still maintained the calmness of a professional host.

"I feel like I'm dreaming now. I believe everyone feels dreaming. In the dream, we are 4: 3 ahead of England, and we may get a victory."

"If we can stick to the last twenty minutes, then we will have a crazy night."

"Of course, the game is like this, even if we finally lose, we are crazy enough."

The Chinese are crazy, and the British are crazy. It's just that the latter is all pain, like eating shit.

Martin Taylor rarely commented with emotion.

"I have nothing to say."

"This is a **** game."

"Kegang would regret that he went there to play the game."

"Tomorrow's newspaper is going crazy."

Andy Gray's emotions are more excited.

"Kegan should go to class directly. If his team always plays like this, this England will not do anything in 2000."

"Kegan is really not suitable for staying in England, I don't see any hope."

"Defense is useless, I just say that the last dog is better than their defense. That's all. The offensive end is not as good as China? Sh-it!"

In front of the people of the whole country, Andy Gray spoke verbally.

Southgate couldn't laugh, his face was more embarrassing than that of his dead father. It turned out that he was not much better than Keon, or even worse than Keon. How could he let that guy kick such a stretched shot?

Under the eyelids, leaping to the top!

Gerald couldn't see where he was going. After all, Zheng Zhi got rid of the assists that he only completed after he got rid of him. He actually came up with emotions, watching Zheng Zhi perform so well, he secretly compared with Zheng Zhi, and found out that the distance between him and Zheng Zhi was a little far away!

Although it was only a friendly game, the backwardness made everyone's mood fall to the extreme, and it was a bit panic.

Maybe thinking of being bombarded by the news media after the game, maybe thinking of losing to such a weak opponent in China.

Anyway, their hearts were inexplicably anxious.

Houghton smiled and made another substitution adjustment. He replaced Shen Jiayi with Shens and Yang Chen with Hao Haixi.

After resuming the game, England's offense was a bit chaotic. Gerrard rushed up and disrupted the team's formation. Scholes' position was awkward. The Chinese team began to retreat to halftime, ten minutes passed, only Gerrard's two feet shot long.

Bamby on the left side broke through, Gerald on the middle side fought alone, Beckham on the right side was killed by Zhao Junzhe, and Scholes was followed closely by Zheng Zhi.

England is facing difficulties.

"God!"

"Quickly think of a way!"

"Are we going to face a failure?"

Martin Taylor banged the table with a hammer, and some hated that iron was not steel.

Chinese fans have long forgotten Irving, Beckham and Shearer.

Dong dong dong,

"Chinese team, come on!"

Dong dong dong,

"Come on, the Chinese team!"

The gongs and drums shook the sky, and the cheering sound was deafening. The working body belongs to the working body of Chinese fans. England is lost here, and their army has no direction.

Time elapsed in seconds, and even Beckham's free kick lost its magic. Although he was still running diligently on the right road, he could not deliver shells to his teammates. Zhao Junzhe, this unknown Chinese player sticks to him like a magnet.

Instead, Shens almost gave Su Maozhen a third assist on the left.

Anxious Gerrard's return error in the 88th minute made Hao Haidong almost rewrite the score, but unfortunately Hao Haidong's shot was weak.

"There is not much time left for England!"

"Two minutes left."

"Basically, we can hold the victory without any surprises."

"Now Zheng Zhi takes the ball, Gerald comes up."

"Ouch, Gerrard fouled."

"This young man is too anxious to foul if he doesn't move. Look at Zheng Zhi, how steady is the ball."

"After the ball came out, it was estimated to be almost the same."

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"The whole game is over!"

"China beat England 4: 3!"

"We reported our 0: 3 revenge in 1996!"

"Although this is only a friendly game, it is tantamount to injecting a booster into Chinese football, which enhances the confidence of all of us and shows us that our China can also break the wrist with the strong teams in the world!"

"Tonight, it belongs to Chinese football, to Chinese soldiers, to Chinese fans!"

"Congratulations!"

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