Perfect Center

Chapter 222: High-pressure defense! Penalty kick!
Beep!
Accompanied by the referee's whistle!
The game officially begins!
The atmosphere in the Saint Suzaku Stadium became noisy, and cheers spread everywhere!
Qatar's ball.

Maqsood kicks the ball across to Meshaal!
China's frontcourt players immediately launched a crazy high-pressure attack!

"China has adopted a high-pressure strategy from the very beginning!"

“The pressure in the front court was very fierce!”

Meshal didn't make too many adjustments and passed the ball back to Tabata immediately!
The naturalized midfielder of Japanese descent had just stopped the ball.

Then I saw a tall figure approaching quickly!

It was the galloping Xia Han!
"Tabata has all the characteristics of a Japanese player!"

"That means his footwork is very flexible! His dribbling is very delicate!"

"Xia Han's pressing speed is fast and decisive!"

Facing Xia Han's pressure, Tabata lowered his shoulders, changed direction, and made a fake tilt!

Trying to shake off Xia Han's entanglement and move forward!
"Xia Han!"

"It's so easy to grab!"

Amid the cheers.

Xia Han saw through Tabata's feint, stretched out his right foot, and poked the ball forward before Tabata could react!

"His defensive attributes are also quite good!"

"Many fans who are familiar with Xia Han know that he once made an extreme clearance on the goal line!"

"Monster! Prodigy! He completely saw through Tabata's fake moves!"

"Xia sees through it!"

A trace of confusion flashed across Tabata's face. No one had ever said that Xia Han's defensive attributes were also strong.

The football rolls towards Qatar team's half!
Xia Han relied on his lightning-fast explosive power to forcefully squeeze out Tianbata's turning position!
"Drive the ball forward!"

"Qatar's backfield is not empty!"

"This steal lacks an offensive point!"

"Xia Han rushed towards the goal of the Qatar team alone! Wu Lei and Jiang Ning on both sides rushed forward, but they were still some distance away!"

"Opportunities are rare and will never come back again!"

The naturalized Portuguese central defender Pedro stepped forward immediately and tried to block Xia Han and continue dribbling the ball forward!
Abdulrahman on one side decisively blocked the other side.

"The two central defenders of the Cartel team are forming a siege!"

"We must eliminate this threat!"

On the green field!

All I heard was a "pop"!
The football passed between Pedro's legs!
Xia Han rushed forward suddenly, bypassing the combined defense of the two!
Run as fast as you can!

The entire Saint Suzaku Stadium was boiling in an instant!

"Pretty!"

"The ball passed!"

"The ball went through Pedro's crotch!"

"Will there be a chance for a one-on-one fight?"

"oops!"

"What a pity!"

"Amin's attack was very decisive!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Qatar's goalkeeper Amin left the goal without hesitation, kicked the ball away, and slammed the ball over the center circle line!
Seeing the football flying, Xia Han jumped up suddenly, trying to block the ball!
Unfortunately, the football brushed past Xia Han's hair and went straight into the sky!
There was a burst of exclamations from the Saint Suzaku Stadium!

Everyone felt sorry for Xia Han's missed opportunity!

"Xia Han steals the ball at the start and then blitzes Qatar!"

"He almost scored a goal! After all, all the fans know that Xia Han is very good at taking advantage of single shots. As long as he gets a single shot opportunity, he will most likely score a goal!"

"Tabata's careless start almost gave China a great 1-0 start!"

The game continues.

Qatar’s goal in this game is very clear.

He did not fight hard for the ball with the Chinese team, but made continuous and decisive clearances. His mentality was very clear: defense.

"Qatar's defensive intention is very clear!"

"The rescue was very decisive!"

"It seems that the revenge that Carreño talked about before the game was just a bluff!"

"The addition of Xia Han, a world-class striker, to China has made Carreño afraid to act rashly!"

The camera is timely directed to the command areas of both sides.

Gao Hongbo observed the situation on the field intently.

On the other side, Carreño was sitting in the coach's seat, discussing something with the assistant coach.

"Most of our main players are not here. We want to rely on the substitutes to attack the Chinese team? Isn't that just a dream?"

"The players on the field implemented the clearance tactics very seriously. If we can maintain this score until the end of the game, I think it will be great."

Carreño whispered, covering his mouth.

"Oh!"

"I wonder if the fans have noticed that Milu, the former head coach of the Chinese national football team and current technical advisor of the Qatar Football Association, appeared on the scene to watch the game!"

"Bora Milutinovic!"

"The foreign head coach who led the Chinese national team to the 02 World Cup! The magical coach, Milu!"

The game reached the sixth minute.

A clever through ball from Hao Junmin!
Xia Han took the ball with his left foot, resisted the interference of Hatim, and sent the ball to the right side of the penalty area.

Wu Lei got one step ahead of defensive player Moussa and appeared at the landing point of the football!

Stop the ball and then dunk it!
Musa, who was flying down to tackle the ball, hit the air!

"Wu Lei!"

“Nice spike!”

“It’s time to knock on the door!”

Wu Lei's eyes are fixed on the far corner!
Shoot the football hard with your right foot!
The football takes off!

Like a cannonball fired from a gun, it whizzed towards the near corner of Qatar's goal!

"Look at the far corner and shoot at the near corner!"

"Powerful and heavy!"

"Amin!"

"The door god is possessed!"

"Relying on excellent anticipation to block the ball!"

When Wu Lei kicked the ball!

Amin keenly noticed that Wu Lei's eyes were looking towards the far corner!
He was about to fly to the right to save the ball!

Wu Lei's fast and fierce shot is coming!
In the eyes of outsiders, it was not that Amin was slow, but that he had excellent prediction and saw through Wu Lei's thoughts!
Wu Lei smiled and shook his head helplessly, then gave the first thumbs up of the game to Xia Han who passed the ball to him.

The game time passes by every second.

"Qatar kept pressing, not giving the Chinese team any space to get the ball in the midfield!"

"Carreño didn't set up an iron bucket formation. He knew that there was a master in the Chinese team who was good at breaking the bus!"

"They kept pressing in the midfield and frontcourt, interfering with the Chinese players' ability to receive the ball, causing a continuous stalemate on the field! The Chinese team couldn't continue the game smoothly!"

"Face this situation!"

"Gao Hongbo did not insist on forcing a cross from the wing!"

"The three midfielders of the Chinese team are capable of passing the ball and organizing ground penetration!"

"But judging from the current situation of the Chinese team, the results are not very ideal!"

The thirteenth minute of the game.

Qatar's foul gave the Chinese team a chance for a free kick in the frontcourt.

Under the watchful eyes of the Qatari players, the Chinese team did not make a direct cross pass, but tried to penetrate on the ground!
Tear apart Qatar's defense with smooth passing like playing table tennis!

It turns out that this approach is not very effective against Qatar.

The Chinese players passed the ball several times in the 30-meter area, but were still unable to penetrate Qatar's defense!
In the end, it was a cross!

Zhao Mingjian made a 45-degree cross from the right!
Xia Han pushed off the ground with his feet and jumped high into the air. He rushed to the first point like a mountain pressing down on him and hit the ball hard with his forehead!
The football bounces off the ground!
Straight to the goal!

Faced with the unstoppable header, even Amin's flying save was unable to reach it!

When the ball goes into the net!
The cheers at the St. Suzaku Stadium instantly boiled over!

The fans' emotions were ignited in an instant!
But then the tide of cheers came to an abrupt end!

A shrill whistle sounded!

The referee blew the whistle decisively, indicating that Xia Han's ball was offside!
"Beautiful! The ball went in!"

"A cross from Zhao Mingjian! Xia Han headed the ball into the net!"

"Ok?"

"Ah! What a pity! Xia Han's wonderful header was ruled offside!" "Let's take a look at the replay!"

Replaying the footage.

The moment Xia Han jumped up, his shoulder slightly passed over!
"The referee Aminul from Malaysia said the decision was correct!"

"Xia Han's goal was an offside goal!"

In the live broadcast room.

Barrages of comments are scattered all over the place.

[Black whistle! Incompetent! ]

[Is this offside line drawn crookedly? Why does it feel like it's slanted? Do you understand, brother? ]

[What's wrong with the referees in Southeast Asia! I don't understand why the home team should whistle a little more! ]

Courtside.

Gao Hongbo let out a breath.

"What a shame! What a pity! If this ball had gone in..."

On the other side, Carreño wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He murmured:
"Golden Whistle! Capable! Easy to judge!"

Twenty-sixth minute of the game.

The Chinese team's offensive in the frontcourt is back!

Jiang Ning received a long pass from Hao Junmin, and faced Muftah one-on-one. He cleverly dodged the angle and kicked the ball directly into the middle!

The football swayed and fell towards the center of Qatar's penalty area!
In the struggle with Pedro, Xia Han jumped up with all his might!
No shot!

It's a header pass!

Send it to the left side, where Wu Lei is!

Wu Lei stopped the ball with his chest, then turned around and shot low!

The football went straight towards the goal along the grass!

Snapped!
This time, Musa's flying tackle was just right!
Wu Lei's low shot was directly blocked and went out of the baseline!

"Jiang Ning's cross from the right!"

"Xia Han!"

"Header pass!"

"Wu Lei stops the ball with his chest! Beautiful turn! Low shot!"

"Ouch! Musa's tackle was just in time!"

"The Chinese team has a chance for a corner kick!"

"Hao Junmin will take the penalty kick!"

Hao Junmin takes a corner kick!
Abdulrahman jumped up and cleared the ball out of the penalty area!
Maqsood just caught the ball and hasn’t stopped yet!
A familiar figure approached!

"Zhao Mingjian!"

"Nice counter-attack!"

"This is the second time he has snatched the ball from Maqsood's feet!"

"Eh??? What are you doing?!"

"Maqsood pushes people in revenge!"

Beep!
The referee blew the whistle.

He ran up to Maksood and warned him.

"Isn't this a yellow card?"

"The referee was quite strict today!"

"The Chinese team has a free kick opportunity on the left side of the penalty area!"

"Hao Junmin!"

"While Maqsood is still complaining, just take the free kick!"

"Pass the ball to the middle of the penalty area!"

"Xia Han!"

"Touch the ball with your forehead and get into the penalty area!"

"Half a chance to single-handedly fight!"

"Kick with all your strength!"

Facing Hao Junmin's slightly long lob pass, Xia Han cleverly headed the ball with his forehead, then passed by Pedro and headed for the penalty area!
Abdulrahman rushed over immediately!

Want to block Xia Han’s shot!

Seeing Xia Han kicking, it was too late!
He jumped with all his might!
Shoot the football shot by Xia Han in mid-air!

Beep!
The referee blew the whistle immediately!
The arm is pointing to the twelve yard position!

Penalty kick!

"Penalty kick!!!"

"Abdulrahman blocked Xia Han's shot with his hand!"

"It's a penalty without a doubt! The referee showed Abdulrahman a yellow card! Abdulrahman did not complain, as he knew that this foul was too blatant!"

"Maqsood outside the penalty area ran to the referee and complained!"

"The referee ignored it!"

“Abdulrahman Yellow Dot Set Meal!”

"The Chinese team gets a penalty kick!"

Xia Han walked to the twelve-yard line with the ball!
The cheers in my ears are getting louder and louder!

The fans are fully confident in Xia Han!

"Xia Han will take the penalty! He created the penalty opportunity himself! He takes the penalty himself!"

"As Dortmund's first penalty taker! And also the Chinese national team's first penalty taker!"

"Xia Han's penalty kick success rate is still 100%!"

“Never missed a point!”

"Xia Han's penalty kick was powerful and domineering!"

"Even if the goalkeeper guesses the direction correctly, he is often powerless to stop Xia Han's close-range shot!"

Amin stood on the goal line and did a strange noodle dance, trying to interfere with Xia Han's mentality when taking the penalty kick.

Xia Han looked at the goal with clear eyes.

"A determined look!"

"The momentum of determination to win!"

Beep!
Xia Han starts to run!
One step, two steps!

Swing your legs, kick your feet, and shoot!

Xia Han’s right foot hit the football hard!
With tremendous strength!

Thunder!

boom!
Accompanied by a loud bang!

The football fell to the ground like a meteorite!

In an instant, Amin's leaping figure passed by, and the black gloves were powerless to stop him!

Qatar's net was lifted high!
The football hit the goal and then landed on the ground and kept spinning violently!
1-0! ! !

"Beautiful! The ball went in!"

"Xia Han scored a penalty kick!"

"This penalty kick was so domineering! It carried an unparalleled momentum! The tremendous force, the extreme speed, went straight to the corner!"

"Qatar's goalkeeper Amin successfully read the direction, but he could only watch Xia Han's shot change the score!"

"The ball is as fast as lightning! Even if Van der Sar were here, it would be useless!"

The narrator's tone is generous and inspiring!
Xia Han's penalty kick gave the fans great satisfaction!
"We are here for the Final 12! We are here for the World Cup!"

The St. Suzaku Stadium was filled with cheers!
Tens of thousands of fans are celebrating!

"A draw will qualify!"

“And now we’re ahead!”

"The Chinese national football team is in full swing! They are continuing their hot form in defeating the Maldives!"

"We have reason to believe! Xia Han's penalty kick is just the beginning of the game, the starting point, not the end!"

"You can see that the stands around the Saint Suzaku Stadium are now like a sea of ​​red! Like red maple leaves flying all over the sky!"

“We are making steady progress!”

"This is the closest we have been to the World Cup finals in recent years!"

(End of this chapter)