Almost everyone hopes that this game will end soon, and staying on the court now is a torment.

"Dissolve!"

"Dissolve!"

"Dissolve!"

The players were almost playing the next game in such a voice. Xu Qi pretended not to hear it, and he was still actively fighting.

The red color that was running without hesitation may have infected some fans in some ways, and the sound of disbanding seemed to have become smaller.

"That little guy is still running?"

"Have he not given up yet?"

"Now, there are not many domestic players who are so resilient!"

The fans off the court looked at Xu Qi running non-stop and felt a little indescribable. The young player was still fighting, so why did they start calling for disband on the sidelines?

Under Xu Qi's infection, the Chinese team, which had nine people fighting, ran again. They still wanted to persevere until the end of the game. At least they wouldn't be scolded so badly if they fought more.

Since winning or losing is no longer important, it is better to complete this game than to endure the torture.

On the court, a huge banner floated up.

"I love you even if I win, and I love you even if I lose. If I don't fight, I won't love you!"

At the same time, a large number of diehard Chinese fans are still shouting to cheer.

"come on!"

The cheering voice also infected a large number of fans who were about to leave the court. Their emotions gradually calmed down and they returned to the cheering team.

The game time is getting less and less. The Chinese team's tenacious defense has prevented the Belgian team from attacking again and again. They can only resist now.

If there are fewer goals in this game, Brazil may still have a chance to qualify in the next game, although that opportunity is already very slim.

The injury time was given four minutes, and there were too many factors in this game, so the referee gave him a longer injury time.

Belgian midfielder possesses the ball, and they seem to be waiting for the whistle to end the game. The Chinese team can no longer threaten them, and they also hope that the game will end under their control.

However, Xu Qi refused to agree!

After all, the victory is sure to be won, and the opponent's pass is a bit casual.

Xu Qi saw through the opponent's intention to pass the ball at a glance, and started it in advance and directly broke the ball.

"Xu Qi intercepted the ball! The Chinese team organized the offense. Can the Chinese team use this offense to score a goal to save face?" Liu Jianhong explained excitedly.

He dribbled the ball and advanced at a very fast speed, and Xu Qi observed the surrounding situation with both eyes.

In front of him is the opponent's midfielder Vertonghen. He and Vermullen are Ajax's defensive partner, but in the National Olympic team, he mainly undertakes the defensive tasks of the midfield. Today he has been staring at Xu Qi for the whole game.

At this time, the corners of Weirtongheng's eyes were swollen, which was the trace of Zheng Zhi's elbow strike on his face.

"It's this guy again, I've been entangled with me all the time!" Xu Qi frowned secretly.

Weirtongheng did not give Xu Qi a room to break through. He was very confident with a tall man and long thighs. If Xu Qi didn't give Xu Qi the chance to penetrate the crotch, Xu Qi would never be able to break through from him.

Xu Qi also knew very well that this guy was more than 1.9 meters tall, and his two long legs could block it very large, so it was difficult for him to make a breakthrough again.

Seeing that his teammates were receiving the response, Xu Qi passed the ball to Chen Tao. After Chen Tao took the ball with his back, he saw Xu Qi throwing away Vertonghen and rushing over. Chen Tao understood it and directly gave the ball to Xu Qi.

Xu Qi directly led the ball from Chen Tao to break through.

Chen Tao blocked the pursuit route like a pick-and-roll tactic in basketball.

Seeing that he could no longer catch up with Xu Qi, Vertonghen could only place his hope of defending Xu Qi on Vermullen who was already blocking Xu Qi at this time.

"Thomas, stop him!" Veltonheng shouted.

Thomas Vermall has been waiting here for a long time. He is confident that as long as Xu Qi dares to break through, he can easily break down Xu Qi's ball. Playing for the Eredivisie giants Ajax, he will not allow himself to be broken through by a Chinese little guy.

And Xu Qi was about to break through him.

Xu Qi, who was directly into the penalty area, saw Vermullen, began to slow down and thrust his right foot outside, making a stance of shooting.

"Such a realistic move, you must shoot!" This was what Vermallen thought at the time, and he did not hesitate and blocked it directly in the direction of Xu Qi's legs.

"I'm fooled!" Xu Qi changed his ankle and directly poked the ball forward, and accelerated the ball through Vermalen from the left.

"Beautiful! Xu Qi is over! Opportunity!" Seeing this scene, Liu Jianhong finally felt energetic.

Only then did Vermall realize that Xu Qi's move just now was actually a fake move, and he couldn't help but sigh: "What a great guy, I was deceived by his move!"

Single shot!

Xu Qi, who was killing the penalty area, only one goalkeeper was in front of him. Then, he threw his right foot out and rubbed the ball into a small arc.

The ball just bypassed the fingertips of Belgian goalkeeper Bay because of this small arc.

"The ball has entered!"

"Xu Qi scored two consecutive goals! A wonderful goal was another performance of super personal ability!" Liu Jianhong also felt energetic, "Those fans who left the game didn't see such a wonderful goal just now, so they should feel regretful."

"Of course, after this goal is entered, the game should be over. The referee should not give time anymore."

Xu Qi did not celebrate any more. After all, the team lost the game, so he had nothing to celebrate. This was just a goal to save face.

But the fans at the scene still gave Xu Qi an applause. Obviously, Xu Qi's performance won the respect of the fans.

Sure enough, as soon as the Belgian central circle kicked off, the referee blew the whistle to the end of the game.

"The game is over, and the Chinese team finally lost to Belgium in the second game of the group stage. Next, the Chinese team must fight Brazil in the third game. Only by winning can there be a possibility. Of course, it is just theoretical hope." Liu Jianhong commented.

"Although I lost this game, Xu Qi's performance has also been recognized by the majority of fans. He fought to the last second of the game, and his spirit is worthy of everyone's learning. In this game, Xu Qi can leave the stadium with his head held high!"

"The gap between the Chinese team and the Belgian team is huge, which is not only reflected in the abilities of the players on the court, but in all aspects. The rise of Chinese football requires the joint efforts of all football practitioners!"

Liu Jianhong expressed his feelings about this game. Looking at Xu Qi, who held his legs with his hands and bent over and panted, he couldn't help feeling a strange feeling in his heart: "In the future, when Xu Qi becomes more mature, can he rely on his personal ability to make up for the gap between the team?"
Chapter completed!