Including injury time, there are about five minutes left.

Although Iran wants to strengthen their offensive, they are attacking more with less. With low morale, the players are impatient. The more they play, the less organized they are, and they commit frequent fouls.

Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, Camacho finally used up the last substitution place with confidence, young player Wu Lei came into the battle, and midfielder Qin Sheng took a rest.

Qin Sheng, who is proficient in eight foreign languages, walked outside while extending two fingers to the Iranian players and swearing.

The nearest Iranian player was furious and was about to pounce on him, but was stopped by his teammates:

"The game isn't over yet!"

The Iranian players could only swallow their anger, but their mentality was broken!

In the second minute of stoppage time, Su Changwei also showed off his side racing.

Zhang Linpeng passed the ball to his feet. He looked up and observed the opponent's defensive position and made a decisive move!

Iran's midfielder, Nekonan, kept trying to get him up and down, but he just didn't let him stop.

The defender who rushed from the side stretched out his feet to intercept, but Su Changwei predicted it in advance, and it was another explosion!

Seeing that he was about to hit the goal as soon as he cut inside, the last defender of the Iranian team could only use a flying tackle to shovel him into the sky!

"Call!!"

"Thieves your mother!"

"WCNM!"

There were boos all over the Suzaku Stadium, and the fans in the stands were already cursing the eighteenth generation of Iranian players’ ancestors in the most vicious way!

Camacho's face turned pale on the sidelines, and the calmness and pride he had just disappeared in an instant!

【God, when will you destroy these infidels?】

[Ah Wei, don’t get hurt!]

[At least, after we finish playing in Qatar and I sign a new contract with the Football Association, you won’t be injured again!]

The referee from Australia was not merciful and did not hesitate to take out a red card and eject the defender who had made it clear that he was about to commit a tactical foul.

There are only nine players left on the Iranian team!

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"Xiao Su, Xiao Su, are you okay?"

Captains Sun Xiang, Yu Dabao, and Wu Lei all eagerly inquired about his condition.

Zheng Zhi, Zhang Linpeng and Huang Bowen expressed their concern for their teammates with practical actions. They directly blocked the Iranian defender who committed the foul and prepared to teach him a lesson.

"Let me come! Let me come!"

A voice shouted loudly, and even the fans in the stands could hear it clearly.

I saw Qin Sheng, who had just come off the stage, rushing towards me with huge strides, and without saying a word, he gave me a flying kick!

The Iranian player was caught off guard and was kicked directly in the chest, sending him flying five to six meters!

"Didi!"

The referee blew the whistle like crazy and immediately gave Qin Sheng a red card!

Qin Sheng laughed nonchalantly, patted his butt and turned to leave!

"Qin Sheng! Dong Dong Dong!"

"Well done! Dong Dong Dong!"

"Last time you shoveled our players, the account was wiped off!"

Suddenly there was a burst of fierce drumbeats and cheers from the stands.

Amid the cheers of 50,000 people, Qin Sheng, who was expelled by a red card for a violent foul, swaggered into the player tunnel like an unyielding fighter and a national hero.

Behind him, there was a lot of applause.

"Did this guy do it on purpose?"

Camacho analyzed it calmly.

Casselon nodded:

"He will never play against Qatar in the next game..."

Camacho's eyes were sharp and he saw everything:

"He is avenging Ah Wei!"

"The Chinese...are so terrifyingly smart!"

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"Damn, this kick is so cruel!"

Su Changwei finally stood up. He looked at the bruises on his legs and couldn't help but cursed.

Fortunately, my probability of injury has been reduced by 20%, and I have predicted one step in advance. Otherwise, this side shovel would have required at least two more months of rest!

"Brother Xiang, let me do it!"

He exhaled and stood at the free throw position for the second time.

This time, Sun Xiang didn't have any objections in his heart and simply stepped back five or six meters away to enjoy his performance up close.

There were two missing Iranian players and they couldn't even build a human wall. Looking at the ruthless Su Changwei, they couldn't help but feel their hearts beating faster!

"Su Changwei's eyes revealed a hint of perseverance and a hint of ferocity. He took a run...the ball went in!!! 3:0!"

Looking at the arc that cut through the restricted area, Liu Jianhong slammed the table, startling Gong Lei!

"The angle of this free throw is much wider than the first one, and it is more difficult, but for Su Changwei, scoring a goal is as easy as breathing!"

【Beep!】

[Complete two direct free kicks! Lucky value 5!]

[Current lucky value: 104!]

When Su Changwei was still reminiscing about the elegant curve ball just now, a reminder sounded in the back of his mind:

[Advanced mission activated:

After using player extraction 100 times, the system can be upgraded to the Plus version!

Current progress: 41/100!】

His scalp is numb:

[Is the system still available for upgrade?]

[Which profiteer did you learn this from?]

[Can you tell me, what are the new features of this PLUS version?]

The voice in my head paused for a moment and quickly gave the answer:

[You can directly draw designated players.]

Su Changwei's eyelids couldn't help but twitch!

[I want to draw C Rocca Di Maria every time, wouldn’t I be invincible?!]

-

The game is not over yet, and there are still two full minutes left for the Iranian team.

They launched a desperate attack, but due to insufficient troops, they were easily intercepted by Feng Xiaoting, and they launched a counterattack!

As Su Changwei was still returning to defense, Zheng Zhi passed the ball to Wu Lei at the front. The young martial arts king was very fast, but was unable to change direction under the close pressure of the opponent. Finally, he was blocked on the right side of the penalty area.

Tipped down and won a free kick.

No need to mention it again this time, everyone kept their distance from the penalty spot...

Su Changwei, who was standing at the penalty spot, glanced at the goal and frowned.

The angle is too wide. With Hao Junmin's ability, he is not sure about scoring directly.

So he raised his left hand and gave his teammates a gesture:

【The third set of tactics!】

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[Point forward to feint to contain!]

He didn't retreat too far, he only took a step forward and then rubbed the football backwards!

Zhang Linpeng and Feng Xiaoting feinted at the forward point, leading half of the defensive players to the near post, and the football accurately flew in front of Wu Lei behind the crowd!

At this time, Wu Lei was only a marginal newcomer in the national team, and he was only 1.74 meters tall. The short-handed Iranian team did not arrange for anyone to mark him. He sideways and shot a volley hook shot from the far end, and the football flew into the net like lightning.

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To be continued...