"OH!!!"
The fans in the stands could no longer sit still.
Because this was very likely a one-on-one chance!
No, not likely.
It already was a one-on-one!
The final line of defense had been suddenly pierced. Feng Xiaoting wanted to track back, but it was too late.
Jiang Guangtai was chasing!
Watch Saleh!
He accelerated with the ball, rapidly closing in on the penalty area.
Yan Junling had come off his line!
"Jiang Guangtai..."
Closing in from the side, Jiang Guangtai placed a hand on Saleh's shoulder, ready to interfere.
But at the very moment Jiang Guangtai made his move, Saleh got his shot away.
The ball flew past Yan Junling and slammed into the net.
Goal!
A goal from Ali Saleh!
1:0!
Yan Junling sat on the grass, able only to watch helplessly as the United Arab Emirates players ran past him.
"Beep beep beep!!"
"Xuuu!!!"
"Fuck you! Xuuu!!!"
The home fans voiced their displeasure.
So far, that was still normal.
But perhaps Saleh had not been cursed at enough. In his excitement, he directly treated the fans to a three-stripe knee-slide celebration.
???
"Eh, Saleh's celebration... wasn't very appropriate..."
The situation on the pitch suddenly changed. The China national football team players, who had just been hanging their heads in disappointment, rushed toward Saleh and surrounded the UAE attacking midfielder. In the stands, China national football team fans erupted in anger.
"Idiot!"
"Fuck you!"
"What the hell are you doing? What the fuck are you showing off for?!"
Players from both teams gathered together.
Wei Shihao was something else—without saying a word, he directly shoved Saleh.
Only after pushing Saleh did Wei Shihao speak. "What do you mean?"
"Hey, don't do that!"
Zaabi wanted to push Wei Shihao away, but Wu Xi quickly stepped in as well.
Wu