Zheng Zhi subconsciously turned his head, looking for the landing point of the football, and loudly reminded his teammates that Iraq must not fight back.

After all, most people are involved in the offense in the penalty area. In addition to goalkeeper Yang Zhi, there are only two full-backs left!

As soon as his eyes chased the football and flew to the penalty area, he saw a red figure pounce on him!

A simple number is printed on the hem of the shorts:

"twenty two"!

Without any hesitation, Su Changwei swung his right foot towards the football!

At this moment, he felt his right foot full of unprecedented power!

"Bang!"

He is not Qi Zu of Feixian, he is just a blue-collar midfielder Zhao Xuri!

He doesn't have any superb shooting skills, he can only volley hard with this kick!

[Zhao Yijiao]!

A muffled sound came from the top of the penalty area, and the home team players who came to block it subconsciously flashed out!

The football turned into a white light and jumped straight through the human crack!

Goalkeeper Casid, who had just made a wonderful attack, even before he could make a new save, he heard the sound of the ball net behind him!

"Soul!"

Camacho on the sidelines was the first to jump up!

The Chinese team broke the deadlock in the game in the second minute of injury time!

1:0!

【Ding~~】

【Finally kill, lucky value 3】

【Reserve hope for promotion for the national team, lucky value 3】

【Current lucky value 84!】

A sound of prompt sounds sounded from my mind, but Su Changwei didn't care about these things at this moment.

He used a jerky slip shovel to rush straight to the corner flag area, but he tripped up by the artificial turf of Qatar!

"Mad!"

Su Changwei, who fell heavily on the billboard, clearly felt...
Chapter completed!