The Chinese team scored the first goal, but did not disrupt the rhythm of the Brazilian team. They continued to organize people to launch attacks.
"Dear audience, the current score is 1:0. The Chinese team is temporarily leading, and the Brazilian team is advancing with the ball." He Wei said.
"It can be seen that the Brazilian team was not affected by the goal. The offensive rhythm is still so intense. The first half is already half over. Let's see how the Brazilian team performs next." Han Qiaosheng said.
At this moment, the god of midfield took action.
"Stop him, don't let him steal the ball!" The Brazilian players shouted when they saw Chen Muyang move.
"Leave it to us, you just attack."
Several Brazilian players formed a human wall to try to stop Chen Muyang.
But Chu Feng and others pressed forward at this time, creating an opportunity for Chen Muyang.
Chen Muyang came in front of the Brazilian player holding the ball, stretched out his foot unexpectedly, and with a tap of his toes, the football escaped from the player's control.
"Everyone, pay attention, the Brazilian team's attack has just begun." Chen Muyang shouted, dribbling through the three-man defense of the Brazilian team.
Using his superb dribbling skills, Chen Muyang once again reached the Brazilian team's penalty area.
The Brazilian goalkeeper was on high alert, closely watching Chen Muyang's every move.
Chen Muyang raised his foot and shot hard with the inside of his instep.
The ball flew so high that the Brazilian goalkeeper couldn't catch it even after jumping up.
Just when everyone thought the ball was going to fly out of the field, it suddenly changed its trajectory, fell in an S shape, and bounced into the goal on the grass!
The ball goes in!
"Oh my god, elevator ball!!"
"Yangshen New Dollar~"
"Ahhhh, Brother Yang is awesome!"
"China's number seven, the god of midfield, the god of goals!"
The audience at the scene screamed loudly and was boiling with excitement.
The referee blew the whistle, indicating that the goal was valid!
China 2:0 Brazil.
"Elevator ball! Chen Muyang performed an elevator ball in the final!" He Wei was very excited.
"Beautiful! This shooting method that football stars like Cristiano Ronaldo are good at is amazing." Han Qiaosheng said.
Chen Muyang celebrated with his teammates and the game continued.
In the last ten minutes of the first half, Brazil's attack became more intense.
In just ten minutes, there were eight shots, two of which hit the post. Wei Dongqiang saved five times and scored once.
The Chinese team made five steals, but the ball was stolen back twice. They took three shots, but all were saved by the Brazilian goalkeeper.
It can be seen how fierce the confrontation between the two teams was in these ten minutes.
At the end of the first half, the score was 2:1 for China, Brazil, temporarily leading.
"Brother Yang is awesome, the Chinese Lieyang team is awesome!"
"Brazil is strong, but we are stronger!"
“We must be the champions!”
"come on!"
The live broadcast room was filled with comments. "Hold on in the second half, China will be the champion!"
Brazil team lounge.
"Don't be discouraged, everyone. We still have a chance." Seeing that the players were a little discouraged, Brazil's head coach Ramon comforted them.
They ran throughout the first half, exerting great physical energy and sweating profusely.
"Coach, China's No. 7 is too agile. He barely misses a step when he tries to steal the ball."
"And the rest of the Huaxia team is keeping a close eye on us. We can't get away from them at all."
"In that case, let's go head-to-head in the second half. Without committing fouls, we should hold the opponent back and not give China No. 7 a chance to attack. We'll replace two players in a while!" Ramon said.
The Chinese team's lounge.
"They will definitely attack more crazily in the second half. We currently have the advantage in the score. Qiangzi, you will be under a lot of pressure in the second half." General Fan said.
"It's okay, coach, I can handle it." Wei Dongqiang patted his chest.
"As long as we hold on, we will win!" General Fan nodded.
"It's still the same old tactic. Try to create opportunities for Mu Yang."
"OK."
Fifteen minutes passed quickly and the second half began.
"Welcome back. Brazil was one goal behind in the first half. Let's see how the two teams will perform in the second half," said He Wei.
"It's important that our goalkeeper holds the position. If we win this round, the championship will be ours!" Han Qiaosheng said.
On the court, the two sides exchanged venues and the second half officially began, with China having possession of the ball.
The Brazilian team rushed forward to steal the ball as if they were risking their lives, and for a moment Lu Han and his team were unable to withstand it.
"Everyone hold on! Leave the rest to me!" Chen Muyang roared and started running on the court.
"Chu Feng, kick the ball up into the air and head it to me!"
"receive!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Feng lifted the ball into the air and then headbutted it.
The football flew towards Chen Muyang.
"pretty!"
"That's a great pass!"
The two commentators shouted loudly, and the fans at the scene cheered.
This was a really beautiful pass!
After Chen Muyang caught the ball, he gave Chu Feng a thumbs up.
"Oh my god, is this a cross-needle trick?"
"And Blanco's leapfrog!"
"The bull's tail is passing!"
"This Chinese person is so amazing!"
"Brother Yang is awesome!"
Chen Muyang, who was leading the attack, once again performed an eye-popping dribbling skill, leaving the foreigners stunned.
"Chen Muyang is really a football genius!" said He Wei.
"He is indeed a genius. In this game, he displayed almost all the amazing skills in the world. It's amazing." Han Qiaosheng said.
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