Bang,

Bang,

Two consecutive slaps, although it was not true, Qu Bo always felt that it hurt.

At least Argentine fans felt very painful. Whether in the stands or in front of the TV, they stared at Dong Fangzhuo's right hand, but their faces felt spicy.

There is no doubt that this celebration was intentional.

It’s a grudge, it’s normal for the other party to do whatever moves!

"Dong Fangzhuo's two slaps were so good. Didn't Argentina look down on the Chinese team before the game? Didn't he say he would definitely enter the quarterfinals? Will he have to meet the Chinese team if he lost the game against Greece?"

"Take your own humiliation!"

"5:1! You did score a big score, but 1 is yours and 5 is ours!"

"After you return to China, you will be despised by Argentina fans. Messi, Aguero, Tevez, the strongest attacking combination in history, bah!"

"Look at this shameful score..."

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“oh, my god,”

"5:1, crazy, so crazy. Argentina was completely defeated. Unfortunately, this was not the biggest failure in their World Cup history."

"They once lost to Czechoslovakia with a score of 1:6 on June 15, 1958. But the game is not over yet, and the score may continue to expand."

Leinker smiled sly. He really hoped that the Chinese team could take advantage of the victory and pursue...

However, there is not much time left in the game, and whether you can score a goal depends on luck.

"The cunning Chinese took advantage of every opportunity to counterattack and fought every threat and made every fatal threat. They are worthy of being hunters on the grassland."

"There are more than five minutes left. Chinese team, come on, come on, come on, have a hat trick..."

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Maradona was completely quiet. It was not that he had no strength, but that he was numb.

Give up.

It was 1:5, why are you jumping around? He stuck out his tongue and licked his shriveled lips, and his unruly eyes gradually became weak.

At this moment, loneliness and helplessness swept across the body.

He understood that after the game, he would become a joke to the whole world with the Argentina team, and he would leave the Argentina national team and become one of the most failed head coaches in Argentina's history.

As a player, he was successful, but as a coach, he couldn't be more ordinary.

"Diego! Let's get off the get out of class!"

"Get out of the national team!"

In the stands of Argentina fans who were very close to him, some fans could not bear it anymore and shouted at his back.

"This is the worst national team in history I have ever seen, all thanks to you."

"If it were me, I would rather hit the wall and die."

He heard the sound of get out of class being over.

It's really not a good thing.

It was already very painful and angry, but his fans were still rebellious?

He was so angry that he trembled all over. With his personality, how could he endure such provocation?

"Fak Squid!" He turned around and raised his middle finger with his right hand.

"Fake squids, Fake squids!"

Maradona completely lost his composure...

When the assistant coach saw it, I'm so crazy, can you be so crazy after the game?

The game continues...

The commander of the army was crazy.

The assistant coach held him tightly, preventing him from getting more impulsive.

But the referee ran over.

A ruby ​​card almost stuck to his forehead.

Yes,

He was expelled by a red card.

So what about the King of Football, despising discipline and rules.

Can you make a fuss if you lose?

What's wrong with the fans...

"Fake!"

Maradona tried to break free from the assistant coach and continued to swear words.

But he was still forcibly pushed into the player channel.

And his Argentina is still going to be tortured on the court...

A generation of football king is so embarrassed and lonely.

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

Amid the huge cheers of Chinese fans at the scene, Dong Fangzhuo was replaced by Gao Lin, and Clauchen immediately gave him a warm hug.

A fan actually flipped over the billboard and rushed into the stadium, directly covering Dong Fangzhuo with a bright red national flag.

Well, all domestic athletes do this, Dong Fangzhuo accepted it.

He waved his hand and the stands became even more crazy.

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the audience, as if the game had already ended.

At this time, there was only one superstar in the stadium, that was him, Dong Fangzhuo.

Messi's gaze fell on Dong Fangzhuo, and then moved away. He took heavy steps towards the middle circle arc.

For the first time, he felt that he didn't want to stand on the court so much.

Too painful.

Beep,

The game continues.

Messi tried to speed up, but felt like he was weighing a thousand pounds. He even felt that his teammates were slower than him.

Everything became very slow.

In just three minutes, it was like three hours.

Buzz,

Buzz buzz,

His mind was even in chaos, and he lost the ball under his feet, and when Mascherano passed the ball to him, he was inactive for the first time.

Zhu Ting cut off the ball under his feet, and then passed the ball forward in a good manner to Gao Lin who had just been on the court.

Beep,

Offside...

What a pity.

"Zhu Ting, I haven't reached Dong Fangzhuo's level yet."

"But this pass awareness is really strong."

"Zhu Ting's passing contributions from the third goal scored by China. In fact, Zhu Ting's passing vision is very broad, and his passing skills must continue to improve. Players who have stayed abroad are different..."

Romero took the set ball and directly drove the ball to the Chinese team's half.

"The fourth official raised the sign and there was only one minute stoppage time."

"The referee has put the whistle at his mouth."

Beep,

Beep,

Beep—————

"The whole game ends!"
To be continued...