August 11, 2012.

It is late at night in Beijing time.

15:00 pm London time.

The London Bowl of 80,000 people - Although the London Olympic Stadium is basically full, it looks a bit dull.

The vast majority of the audience were of course local British fans. More than 60,000 British men were happy to think that their national Olympic team could reach the finals with the help of the right time, place, and people, so they ordered tickets online more than two months in advance. Unexpectedly, the two teams that finally entered the finals were all 108,000 miles away from the UK...

If it weren't for the time being that the ticket could not be refunded, most of the stadium would have been empty!

Well, since you spend more than 100 pounds, let’s enjoy a Brazilian team massacre of the Chinese team…

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"drop!"

Mark Clattenberg, a famous whistle from England, blew the whistle to the start of the game.

Television commentators from more than 180 countries and regions started their work at the same time:

"ladies and gentlemen……"

"CCTV, CCTV, audience friends..."

"The Brazilian team wants to avenge us, Smida!"

"The great general wishes their neighbor Smitha..."

"Woof, woof, woof."

"Squeak squeak."

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Long Shute lost to his opponent since the beginning of the game.

While guessing the coins, he was completely deceived by Brazilian captain Thiago Silva, so he could only give up the kick-off.

As the whistle sounded, Brazil's midfield and frontcourt rushed towards the Chinese team's half court like a tide, while the Chinese midfield and backcourt slowly retreated while tightly erecting a fence.

Compared with the 442 formation in the semi-finals, Long Shute simply changed to 451 in this final. Zhang Chengdong, who had a good pass, changed to the wing forward, while only Wu Lei was left on the forward line.

Neymar passed the ball back to the backcourt, and he didn't even look at it and flew past Long Shute.

Long Shute didn't look at him either. The Chinese captain did not retreat and defend the same as in the last game, but followed Wu Lei as an offensive central defender.

Silva knocked on his teammates, Juan Juan passed back goalkeeper Gabriel, who passed the ball diagonally to left back Marcelo... The football was quickly passed between the Brazilian team's defenders. No matter how fast Wu Lei and Long Shute were, they would not be able to cut off the football at this time.

"The guest who came to the studio today was the director Zhang Lu and Zhang who are familiar to everyone..."

Of course, the person responsible for commenting on heavyweight competitions in the Olympic finals cannot be those young boys under 30 years old, and Zhang Bin, the boss of CCTV Sports Channel, is in charge of himself:

"The players of Brazil are generally skilled. Looking at the passes after the opening, although they do not seem to have much technical content, every pass seems so light, and their cooperation is like a cloud of wind... Alas?"

He just praised a few words and the Brazilian team made a major mistake!

Right back Raphael... actually passed the football directly to Wu Lei!

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As the main player of Manchester United, Raphael can't believe himself!

He couldn't even understand why he made such a low-level mistake just now!

Captain Silva passed the ball over, and he just kicked forward casually, and both Romulo and Sunderland had the opportunity to receive his pass...

But, a red figure suddenly appeared in his vision!

The figure seemed like a ball of fire, burning his eyes with a burning stinging pain!

Raphael saw the other person's face as soon as possible!

Then his pupils contracted instantly and his brain went blank!

He only knows who the other party is...

The No. 8 player of the Chinese team! Long Shute!

When Long Shute stepped forward to press, a wave of unhappy memories that could even be called nightmares hit Raphael's mind!

It was one year ago in late May, at the Wembley Stadium, this guy led Ajax... the Premier League overlord who played for Raphael and the top European giant - Manchester United, completely destroyed!

Raphael's feet couldn't help but tremble, and the football was inexplicably kicked to Wu Lei who was close at hand!

Damn it!

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Wu Lei's brain was also blank.

Looking at the football passed by Raphael, he could only think about some kindergarten problems:

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Why do I have a football under my feet when I just stand casually here?

Could it be that the domineering aura that has been lurking on me for a long time has finally been cultivated, and the opponent's players want to worship me as soon as they see me?

Could it be...I am actually a genius?!

In his eyes, he saw the surprised expression on the face of Brazilian defender Thiago Silva, and also saw the nervous goalkeeper Gabriel not far away, but his attention was attracted by the goal at the end.

Have a kick?

Let's take a kick!

This is a ball I grabbed with my own ability... Why can't it be used to shoot a plane?!

He mustered up the courage to gently push the ball forward, then whip out 20 meters away from the goal, preparing to shoot a bow and arrow!

Silva was shocked, and he didn't even think about it and just made a slip shovel!

Of course, he did not shovel at Wu Lei's feet. As one of the top defenders in the world, he would not use violent means to hurt his opponents unless he had to.

He chose to turn himself into a moving city wall, and blocked Wu Lei's shooting route!

As long as he is not a provocative shot, he is confident that he can block all the opponent's shots!

"Dong!"

A huge sense of shock echoed in Silva's chest. He wanted to vomit in depression, but he didn't have time.

Silva pushed his hands on the turf and stopped from sliding. He shook his head vigorously to get rid of the dizziness he had just now. His first reaction was to look for football.

"Oh! Wu Lei's shot was blocked by Silva desperately! If it weren't for Silva, this shot would have been very threatening!"

Zhang Bin was both regretful and admiring.

Zhang Luze smiled:

"I didn't expect... in the face of the Chinese team's offense, a top player like Silva would look so embarrassed..."

The football bounced back to Wu Lei's feet.

His confidence was even more abundant.

Sure enough, today is my lucky day!

Another shot...I have been able to help the Chinese team make history!

"Wu Lei! Cross-border!"

Just as he was just adjusting his posture and preparing to dunk Silva for his second shot, he heard a roar full of energy.

His scalp suddenly felt numb, and a cool air rushed straight into his forehead along his spine from the tailbone!

His brain was cold, and he remembered who he was!

I am Wu Lei, a striker from a China League One club.

Without Captain Dragon, I would never have been in the Olympic stadium, let alone start in the finals!

Yes, my role is not to score goals, but to disrupt the Brazilian team's defense!

Cross-transmission?

Then let’s spread it across the board!

His right foot violated the initial command of his brain, and changed from being ready to shoot to a horizontal push!

The football rolled over the top of the penalty area!

Silva stretched out his feet, but he didn't touch anything!

He could not touch it!

He could only half kneel on the penalty area line, watching the fierce flames rolling up the strongest storm on the penalty area line!

"Bang!"

The flame exploded in front of the door!

A shell roared towards the goal!

Gabriel, who was worth 500,000 euros, reached out in vain, but was blown away by the strong wind swept up by the shells without mercy!

"Swish..."

A short whistle sounded over the Olympic stadium.

Kratenberg nodded slightly to the Chinese team, then waved his hand to the middle circle in the distance!
Chapter completed!