When He Feng saw Merry unloading the ball so beautifully, alarm bells rang in his mind.

Based on his understanding of Melli as a player, he knew the danger!

as expected!

The moment he saw the football flying into the Chinese team's goal, He Feng felt his heart stopped.

He never expected that the Chinese team had the advantage for so long at the end of the second half, only to be defeated by Argentina's counterattack... a decisive victory!

Although this is football, anything is possible.

But at this moment He Feng just wants to curse:

This fucking football!

"Ah..." When Li Qingqing saw the football flying into the goal, he just exclaimed and then lost his voice.

She was equally disappointed.

In other places in the commentary box, commentators from all over the world were shouting:

"Melli!! Good shot!! Beautiful!! This is his outburst that was suppressed for most of the game! This stop is simply perfect! A work of art! A work of art that should be put in a museum!"

"Melli Melimelli - Melli!! Defeat! Defeat! This is the tip! In the 97th minute of the game, there are still two minutes left before injury time ends! Melli scored for Argentina.

Ball, 3:2! Argentina takes the lead!"

"Oh my God! Can you believe it?! There was such a crazy scene at the last moment of this game! Argentina, which had been suppressed, suddenly launched an attack, and Melli relied on his superstar ability to complete the fatal blow!

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"Argentina! Argentina! Argentina!! Argentina leads the host 3:2! Melli This is a goal that almost kills the suspense of the game and determines the World Cup championship! Melli! He single-handedly determines the championship! This is a superstar

!The first person in the world!"

"The King of Football! The King of Football Melli! Ladies and gentlemen! How lucky we are to witness the birth of a new generation of Football King at the scene!"

Amid their shouts, Melli, who scored the goal, excitedly ran to the corner flag area with open arms, then knelt there with his hands pointing to the sky, thanking God!

His teammates came from behind, knelt down and hugged him excitedly, and then hugged each other.

Including the Argentinian players on the bench, they crossed the court and came to celebrate with everyone.

The head coach of the Argentina national team, Feisol, also rushed into the stadium excitedly and ran to the opposite corner flag area with his substitute players to participate in the carnival and celebration.

At the VIP table, the eternal legend of Argentine football, the world champion Fiorijo Igovara, was so excited that his face turned red. He hugged his arms tightly, looked up at the sky, and roared excitedly.

He is also thanking God!

Thank God for coming to Melli at this time and bringing glory to Argentina!

Many Argentine fans were cheering and hugging in the stands, and many were tugging at the Argentina jersey and team emblem on their chests, or kissing the Argentine flag and scarves in their hands with tears in their eyes.

The Argentine commentator had tears in his eyes when he saw this scene, and his voice was hoarse and choked with sobs and he roared:

"God has not abandoned Argentina! Today, His name is Mellie Banega! Today! He has sent warmth and strength to our country! Mend the cracks and heal the wounds! Let the people of this country unite closely! Let

We are all proud to be Argentine! Argentina! Argentina! Ah—Argentina!”

He showed his true feelings completely, because for the country of Argentina, football is indeed the only thing that can mend the broken hearts of the people.

This once glorious country is now experiencing soaring prices, poor people's livelihood, political chaos, and rampant corruption...Only football can make the Argentine people happy and recall those glorious times.

It's the best placebo in the country.

So this country needs this championship more than any other country in the world.

In the opinion of the Argentinian commentator, you China is so great and rich, football is just a toy to you, and the World Cup championship is just a decoration in a beautiful house. Decoration can make the house more eye-catching, but it is just decoration.

But for us in Argentina, the World Cup championship is the medicine that can heal this country! It is life-saving medicine!

What else do we, the people of Argentina, have?

Nothing but football!

This is the only thing, you Chinese cannot take it away!

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Throughout the stands of the Workers' Stadium, the Argentinian fans went crazy. They created the loudest momentum in this game, as if they had turned this place into their home court.

The majority of the fans in red uniforms were all staring blankly at the stadium, holding their heads in their hands, or covering their faces with their hands, remaining silent without making any sound.

Not just on site.

Everywhere in China that was watching the live broadcast of this game was also completely silent.

There was no other sound except the din coming from the TV broadcast.

I don't know how long it took before sobs and swear words broke the strange silence that was both noisy and silent.

The Chinese fans, who were extremely disappointed and in pain, could only use swear words and cry to express their emotions at this moment.

They are not cursing the players of the Chinese team, they are cursing this damn fate.

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"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! I'll fuck him!"

In front of the Chinese team's coaching bench, the suffocating silence was broken by Ding Gaoyi's series of curses.

Some people cast their eyes on him, while others continued to look at the court aimlessly.

Head coach Qin Lin turned his attention to Ding Gaoyi, and then looked at the angry Ding Gaoyi who suddenly came to his senses. He suddenly turned around and walked towards the bench filled with mourners.

He dragged the right midfielder, right winger Xue Ming, from a group of "puppetes" and "stone statues".

"Quick, get ready to appear!"

Xue Ming seemed to have not yet reacted, and was stunned on the spot.

Until Qin Lin slapped him hard on the back and shouted almost roaring: "What are you doing standing there?! Take your competition certificate and go to the fourth official!"

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Although Peng Weijun's reaction was fast enough and the speed of pursuit was fast enough. But when he ran back, what he saw was goalkeeper Lin Zhiyuan lying on the ground with his hands covering his face, and... he tried hard to tackle the ball, but nothing happened.

Instead of touching him, he lost his center of gravity and rolled on the ground in a panic.

He just stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his mind going blank.

Until he saw the captain get up from the ground, go to pull Lin Zhiyuan up, and then looked at the stunned Peng Weijun and said to himself: "The game is not over yet!"

Peng Weijun shivered, as if an electric current passed through his body and reactivated him.

He turned around and followed the captain with his eyes. He saw him walking up to Qin Qi, who was holding his head in his hands, patting him on the shoulder and saying the same thing: "The game is not over yet!"

Peng Weijun looked forward again and found Brother Huan running to the referee, seemingly complaining to him that the Argentinian celebrated for too long.

The referee pointed to the watch on his wrist to explain to him.

That seems to mean that he will count the celebration time as supplementary time, so that Brother Huan should not worry.

Where is Brother Hu?

Peng Weijun continued his search.

Hu Lai was already standing in the center circle, waving to his side, gesturing for them to kick the football over.

That’s right! The game isn’t over yet!

Peng Weijun ran towards the goal, picked up the football in the net, and said to Lin Zhiyuan when he passed by: "Brother Zhiyuan, the game is not over yet!"

Then he kicked the ball towards the center circle.

We have traveled such a long way and endured so much hardship, not just to win second place!

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"The players of the Chinese team haven't given up yet!" Li Qingqing screamed excitedly when he saw the changes on the field. "They didn't lie on the ground covering their faces with their hands and couldn't get up! There is still time in the game! Even if there is only the last second left.

, we must fight to the end! Now is not the time to be sad!”

At this time, she is no longer a commentator, but a cheerleader for the Chinese team, with only emotions and no sense.

He Feng also recovered from the blow, and he rushed to the commentary table again: "Yes! Qingqing is right! Now is not the time to be sad! When Argentina scored, it was 96 minutes and 34 seconds, and the distance was 96 minutes and 34 seconds.

There are still two minutes and sixteen seconds left before the ninety-nine-minute game ends! Every second, we must continue to fight!

"The game has reached the final moment! The Chinese team has also been forced into a desperate situation! But the more times this happens, the more we must unswervingly support our team and believe in them! I implore the hundreds of millions of Chinese fans in front of the TV

We, please raise your voice again at this time! Come on for the Chinese team!"

In Laiqing Football Park, a few young voices took the lead in responding to He Feng’s call:

"Team China! Come on! Team China! Come on!"

Then more and more people woke up from their dreams and shouted: "Come on, Team China! Come on, Team China! Come on!!"

No one asked "Will there be any more miracles?"

No one said "It's over!"

There is only one voice at this time:
To be continued...