At this point in the two four-way games, Denmark is the most troubled.

From the safe situation of 4 points more than France and 5 more goal difference before the game, to the sure situation of 6 points more and 7 goal difference in the first ten minutes, it was eroded unknowingly. At this moment, from sleep

When I opened my eyes, I realized that the score was tied with only one more goal difference.

As a result, Denmark was at a loss.

What should we do? Should we attack or defend? Let the goal difference advantage wait for ten minutes, or should we fight the Chinese team for ten minutes?

Peru’s choice is very simple. The so-called barefoot ones are not afraid of wearing shoes. They are all dead anyway. Anyway, it is already 1:4. France, with two people missing, has become a dead tiger with only one breath left. How many bites can it take if it pounces?

A few mouthfuls, no matter what the outcome is, it can't be worse than it is now.

France is also very simple. After Deschamps replaced Debich, who had already stretched his hips, with a young full-back, he could no longer make any changes. The 4-3-1 formation was struggling to support, with only Mba left in front.

Wearing a monkey.

It is impossible to attack. Nine people can protect the score of 4:1 for ten minutes, which is a great achievement. If you think about anything else, you will be mercilessly beaten by society.

Therefore, France could only defend with all their lives, and Peru besieged them wantonly. Only the Chinese team was the most carefree, and everyone had the pride to be the best.

Group of Death? Why didn’t we think so?

Zhuoyang already knew the score on the French side, and also knew that Scar died after scoring twice in blood. He was sent off two times and was missing a goal difference. He also knew these things.

But this is not the obligation of the Chinese team, nor is it Zhuo Yang’s business that he must take care of.

If the situation is open, China and Denmark will be at least 50-50 apart. Now that they can reverse the situation and hold Denmark down, it means that Zhuoyang has fulfilled his promise to Scarless.

After this World Cup, Scar will retire from the French national team. If today is his last game for French Football, if the blood mist goal is the last blow he leaves for French Football, if the blood-stained exit is his last game for French Football,

Fazu's last scene can only be his life.

Ruidiaz's diagonal shot hit the French team's crossbar, and Guerrero's header missed the post and flew out. Peru's offensive intensified, and the number of shots had exceeded France. Scar was wiping his nosebleeds and cursing at the top of his voice outside the court.

'Ma buried batch'.

Denmark finally came to their senses and chose to attack.

The Chinese team's advantage lies in its terrifying offensive end. As far as goal-ending ability is concerned, because of Zhuoyang's existence, the Chinese team is still in the top three even if it is not first in the top 32.

But compared with the previous ones, the Chinese team's defense is limited by personal ability, which can only be said to be just okay. The top 32 rankings will definitely be lower.

So after Denmark woke up from the confusion, they chose to attack, because it only took one ball to turn all the French's efforts into bubbles, and Scar's touching blood was nothing more than red bubbles.

Facing the fully recovered Chinese team, the Danes bravely attacked with a certain spirit of "If the enemy can go, I can go too". But after attacking for five or six minutes, they retreated in disgrace and stopped attacking.

In these few minutes, Denmark didn't even get a shot.

During the entire defensive drill of the Chinese team, the Chinese team has fully developed the feeling at this time. It can be said that it is in high spirits and has performed 150% of its defensive level.

The Danes, on the other hand, stayed with the Chinese team for more than an hour. The Chinese had a good drinking capacity and mixed it with Sprite. The stupid Danes drank one glass after another of vodka. The bones were loose and they really couldn't stay together now.

Denmark could not attack, and the Chinese team was not polite. During the counterattack, Exxon, who came on as a substitute, also hit the crossbar of Schmeichel. Amid the happy sighs of the Chinese fans and the regretful laments of the French fans, the Danes could not help but

Dare to make a mistake.

The World Cup is not a fairy tale, and the World Cup is not about fighting and killing, it is about human nature.

After all, coach Hared did not have the temperament of a famous coach. He chose to be conservative in the last five minutes and ordered the team to retreat to maintain the 1:2 score.

Of course, it’s not his fault. France was unable to attack and was left struggling to support itself. 1:4 was almost a foregone conclusion. Facing the hugely intimidating Zhuo Yang, there were not many head coaches who dared to take risks at this moment.

At the Luzhini Stadium, Cartagena's shot from the penalty area hit the goal post again, and Scar's nose spurted blood again.

At the Volgograd Arena, the Danish and Chinese teams really played in harmony. Zhuo Yang was very satisfied with the team's 9 points in three games.

Everyone in the French team was working hard to catch the eye, and Lloris's high-defense belt was almost broken. The Chinese team and Denmark were lingering in the singing of "Chinese March" and reading Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales together.

The French lived in Normandy on June 6, 1944, and the Chinese team lived Stalingrad in 2018 into poetry and distance.

On the sidelines of the Luzhchini Stadium, referee Sikazevi held up a sign for 5 minutes of added time;

At the Volgograd Arena, the referee in Viesa signaled 3 minutes of stoppage time.

At this moment, Scar finally despaired, and he was unwilling to let it end like this. The ugly man knelt on the ground, raised fire to the sky with his hands, and screamed heartbreakingly. His collapse and ugliness could no longer be described in words.

"I call you daddy, and then come in again~, daddy~~~"

The whole stadium was frightened by him. How dare you say you have seen this before?

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'A sneeze! A sneeze!'

At the Volgograd Arena, Zhuoyang, who was reading poetry in the Maldives, sneezed twice inexplicably.

Who the hell is scolding me?

I lifted up the hem of my jersey and wiped my mouth and nose. Otherwise, who was begging me?

Okay, I'll do my best to make peace with Tianming's affairs. Dad will take care of this matter to the end.

"Brothers——, accompany me for these 3 minutes."

"promise!"

One call and hundreds of responses are the greatest advantage of the Chinese team.

Suddenly, the Chinese team was like bandits cutting trails down the mountain, heading toward Denmark in an overwhelming manner, as if they were not Vikings at all, but eleven little match girls or Thumbelinas.

Go ahead——, follow the boss to grab money, food, and women——

Wu Xi was so excited that he ran away with his shoes, and Wu Lei got cramps as expected.

Denmark is a small country, not much larger than a county in China called Ruoqiang. Danes are all from small places, and to be honest, I have never seen such a scene. When the wine is almost finished, the table is suddenly lifted. What is this?

This is never taught in fairy tales. Have you ever seen Mr. An?

The Danes were in uncontrollable chaos. They were in chaos like chickens in a thunderstorm in front of a group of bandits from East Asia.

In fact, the Chinese team was also in a state of chaos. Tie Dan rushed into the penalty area and became the center. But the Chinese team has the capital to be chaotic. This is the essential difference.

After hitting the ball and being released, Maro, who had been holding back for a whole game, brushed the edge again, clashed with Eriksen and Larsson, went down to the baseline and lobbed the ball towards the crowded area in the penalty area.

The iron ball was hit on the head, but Christensen used his head to save the ball on the goal line.

Dongzi kicked the ball again from the other side. Along the way, Lao Zheng and Xiao Jiang coincidentally flew forward and backward, like a pas de deux, but maybe their legs were shorter after all, and they only hooked two lonely balls.

But it does look good, like two seagulls tumbling in the waves.

Later, Maro grabbed a prone shot, but Schmeichel instinctively used his body to fly out.

The penalty area is full of people waving their legs, all kinds of tough men.

Scar, 900 kilometers away: "Dad——"

Hey~~~~

The football collapsed and Zhuo Yang appeared in the corner of the penalty area with people in front of him.

Two kicks in the air and a belt lift caused the bully Schmeichel to have his sight blocked.

‘Whoosh!’

The football comes in from the back corner.
Chapter completed!