Chapter 342

Zhao Ji really scored a goal that was worthy of expectations, but the opponent was also very tenacious. After the start of the second half, he not only equalized the score, but even brought back the Wanhong Cuju team a goal.

Wang Yang, who was sitting in the commentary seat, was blown up on the spot. If he hadn't always reminded himself that he was not only an individual, but also a person's quality, he might have sweared directly on the spot.

"The current situation suddenly seems very unfavorable to Wanhong Cuju team. Now, the time has only been one quarter of an hour before the end of the game. If Wanhong team can score another goal, then both sides can still decide the victory through a penalty shootout."

Zhao Xu couldn't help but be stunned. What the hell is this in the penalty shootout? A close servant around him seemed to see the doubts on the face of Zhao Xu, the emperor of Song Dynasty, and quickly came to him and explained in a low voice.

"That is, if both sides are in the quarterfinals before the semi-finals, if the winner is not decided within the game time, then each side will send five players to shoot each other at the penalty point and the opponent's goalkeeper defends the goal. The winning side is the one with the number of goals."

Zhao Xu nodded suddenly. Soon, after replacing a central defender, Wanhong's team strengthened another midfielder and began to bombard the opponent's half.

The strength of the two sides is actually not much different. To be honest, the win or loss is more between the two. The time to end the game is getting closer and closer, but the fans of Wanhong team are still persistently cheering for their team, and the little red flag waving that pole is cheering for Wanhong team.

The supporters of their opponents are holding green flags and are not willing to be outdone and cheering for their team.

Zhao Xu was once again attracted by the tension on the court, clenched his hands into fists and his mouth was tightly pursed. Every time he saw the Wanhong team failing to attack, Zhao Xu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed on his face.

When the time was getting closer and closer to the end of the game, this time, Zhao Ji took the ball again. His sharp attack method had already made the opponent understand, so when he rushed to the frontcourt, he directly deployed heavy troops.

This time, Zhao Ji finally stopped making a rash move, but suddenly picked the ball and picked the Cuju ball over the head of the defensive player who was surrounding him. At this time, Li Hui, this guy appeared. After Li Hui, who had been hidden among the players, took the ball, continued to run towards the opponent's penalty area without stopping.

The other party would not care about Zhao Ji, and ran towards Li Hui, who was dribbling the ball.

When Li Hui was about ten steps away from the goal, the opponent's defensive player had already arrived. When Li Hui shot, the opponent hit him.

Everyone thought there was no chance, but Li Hui raised his strength and raised his feet. The goalkeeper who rushed out of the opponent thought that Li Hui would only shoot a low ball and rushed directly, but at this time, he could only watch the ball crossing through his fingertips...

"The ball has entered, my God, it's simply unbelievable. I actually entered. The score is now tied 2-2, and the two sides have tied. Now the referee standing in the court blew the whistle, pointing his hands to the center circle, which means that the goal is valid, haha, it's great..."

Everyone jumped up and cheered constantly. Even Zhao Xu couldn't help but wave his fist hard, so his sister's passion was so excited.

However, even if the goal was scored, both sides just tied. In the end, just as the opponent kicked the ball out of the middle circle, the referee blew the final whistle.

"The penalty shootout war, the cruel penalty shootout war is about to begin. This is the first penalty shootout since the founding of the Song Dynasty. Only ten balls will be cruelly decided." Wang Yang continued to squirt with passion, mobilizing the emotions of the audience.

Well... not only those audiences, but also the players were also furiously fucked by Wang Yang's passion.

When the first player walked to the penalty spot in the opponent's penalty area with the ball, almost none of the audience could still sit in the audience. Even Zhao Xu, the Emperor of Song Dynasty, could not live in the small box and stood up, stretched his neck and looked over there.

"Since you have won the lottery, I hope you don't let Gu down." Looking at Tong Guan who drew the No. 1 lottery, Zhao Ji, who was almost soaked in sweat, expressed his expression very seriously.

"I, I must do my best." When Tong Guan heard this, he saw Liang Shicheng, who had not drawn the No. 1 lottery next to him and was full of gratitude, almost wanted to curse himself, why did he recite his ideas so much?

The first shot was Tong Guan, a eunuch who was famous in the Song Dynasty in another historical time and space. Now he is extremely nervous.

Unexpectedly, I would be drawn and become the first player to play a penalty kick and must be kicked in. This is Tong Guan’s belief. Otherwise, I would probably lose the favor of His Highness Zhao Ji, the King of Duan. Even if I had already reached the penalty kick point, Zhao Ji seemed to be still staring at him.

Tong Guan could only pray silently that the gods and Buddhas on his face could bless him, then took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and began to trot forward, staring at the opponent's goalkeeper with his eyes fixed on the other side.

Although Tong Guan hesitated a little when he reached the penalty spot, his superb footwork still sent the ball to the upper right corner of the goal, which was a dead corner. Although the opponent's goalkeeper guessed the direction correctly, he failed to dive.

The moment the ball entered, Tong Guan was so excited that he was almost burst into tears. With a pack of tears in his eyes, the big guys who were in his thirties who were cut by the *** were so excited that they ran all over the field, and were hugged by his teammates.

Zhao Ji directly punched Tong Guan on the shoulder. "Okay, this is the best teammate of the orphans." Hearing this, Tong Guan covered his heart, which was so exciting. If he really couldn't shoot in, I believe that what was waiting for him would definitely not be Zhao Ji's fist, but a big flying leg.

With this goal, Zhao Xu in the box couldn't help but slapped the railing excitedly, and then he saved the palm of his tightly held hands full of sweat.

Afterwards, the players from both sides took turns to play, but in the end, Wanhong team scored four, while the opponent only made three. In this way, Wanhong team finally passed the brink of victory and advanced to the semi-finals.

However, Zhao Ji was mixed, because among the five shooters sent by Wanhong Cuju team, this guy's penalty kick was saved by the opponent, which felt very embarrassing.

Such a competition made the audience feel like they were riding a roller coaster, and they were very satisfied. Zhao Xu also breathed a sigh of satisfaction. Such a competition is really worth watching.

After seeing it, his eyes swept over Zhao Ji and others who were cheering and celebrating. Zhao Xu raised his lips lightly and finally left the stadium. However, when he left, he told the guards that he would buy all the tickets for the semi-finals and finals. If he had time at that time, he could come over and take a look.
Chapter completed!