World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 160 The Desperate Youth Team
"Sigh~~~"

Looking at the ball soaring into the sky, the fans gasped.

"Oh my god, beams???"

"Why did you kick a crossbar??" Zhu Guanghu was extremely annoyed.

Zeng Zheng also slapped his thigh and shook his head repeatedly.

Just now the Brazilian goalkeeper stood forward, even he didn't see it.

But Shao Jiayi saw it.

He also kicked this kick in front of nearly [-] fans at the scene.

Although the goal was missed, it deserves praise.

"Add one, this kick is beautiful!"

"Add one, come on!"

"Gayi, I love you!!!"

On the court, Shao Jiayi turned his ankle in place.

He just felt that his footwork was not good enough.

In this World Youth Championship, Shao Jiayi temporarily tops the scorer list with four goals, and Ronaldinho who just scored a direct free kick is on par with him.

At the level of Zeng Zheng and Zhu Guanghu, perhaps any result of this game is acceptable;

But for all the players on the court, this is their first and last World Youth Championship!

How can these young players be willing to fall down here when they can reach the final with one more step forward?

Shao Jiayi was just the first player to stand up!
Recalling that I have been practicing shooting day and night since I was a child.

Shao Jiayi felt unwilling.

Is it still a little bit worse?

Because of what?
wind direction?

Or is my foot out of shape?
This goal was not scored, and other people, whether they are fans or coaches, just feel sorry;
But in Shao Jia's heart, he blamed himself extremely.

This is obviously a good chance to score a goal!

But I wasted it!
Shao Jiayi is an excellent striker.

Similarly, he is extremely strict with himself.

There is still such a long time in the game, we can't give up! ! !

However, any motivational words are no match for the impact of Shao Jiayi's long-range shot!
Seeing such a shot, the adrenaline of the Chinese youth team quickly secreted.

Countless people are gearing up, their eyes radiating fiery gazes.

Yup!

The game has just begun!
So what about football kingdom Brazil?

We are no worse than them!
And last year's Toulon Cup, didn't the predecessors of the National Olympics also win it?
If it is us this year, what is there to be afraid of?
What's more, the person standing on the sidelines at this time is the mysterious coach Zeng Boss!

What are we afraid of? ? ?

After Mireo took the goal kick, Shao Jia squinted his eyes and noticed a slight change in the Brazilian team.

Although their frontcourt players still maintained an extremely strong desire to attack, their midfield began to lose touch.

Whether it is organizing the attack or supporting, they are much more timid than before.

Shao Jiayi didn't know if Coach Zeng on the sidelines saw it.

But as one of the players on the field, he immediately felt the changes in the opponent's midfield.

At the same time, Zeng Zheng on the sidelines waved his hand.

The midfielders who received the signal from the head coach quickly launched a fierce attack on the Brazilian midfielder.

Shao Jia's eyes lit up.

As expected of Coach Zeng, you can tell at a glance!

In the 14th minute, as soon as the midfielder of the Brazilian team received the ball, Zhao Junzhe stepped forward quickly to make a high-position press.

As soon as the ball was passed, Zhao Junzhe, who couldn't stop the car, collided head-on with his opponent and fell on the turf together.

With the whistle in his mouth, the referee followed the rolling ball with his eyes, waiting for the Brazilian to touch it first.

The rest of the Brazilian team was not affected by the fallen teammates.

This level of physical contact is not enough to make them take it seriously.

At this time, Aurelio, who was ready to respond, was concentrating on leaning against Xu Yunlong, looking for an opportunity to get rid of him.

Under the command of Zeng Zheng, the team members not only ran vigorously, but also did not lose a single bit of strength to their opponents.

Aurelio twisted left and right a few times, but Xu Yunlong behind him didn't move at all.

In desperation, he had no choice but to stretch his legs to meet the ball, hold the ball while observing his teammates in his own half, and chose a more secure return pass.

several times in a row.

The Brazilian wanted to pass through the midfield, but was forced back by the China Youth Team in this way.

In the stands, the fans screamed again and again, all cheering for the young players of the China Youth Team.

Scold the players?
That's all old fashioned past tense!

Now the ball played by these young national youth players is full of cheers and applause in the stands.

Look, these players are really fighting behind!

It's too late for us to hold players who fight like this!
Under the command of Zeng Zheng, even though they are one goal behind now, the boys of the China Youth Team are fighting very hard in the midfield.

In the end, even Ronaldinho had to step back and get involved in defense and playmaking.

Every ball must be contested, and an inch of ground must not be conceded.

Seeing that Bayano was almost dragged down by Zheng Zhi, the referee from Belarus endured it and did not blow his whistle.

After finding out the referee's penalty standard, the team members worked harder!

At the same time as desperately, the small movements of the hands are also constantly.

Of course, there is also Zeng Zheng's contribution.

Facing the Brazilian team, which is good at highlighting personal abilities, these small moves can hinder the opponent's performance to the greatest extent.

Especially when encountering some opponents who can't control their temper.

It is even more likely to reap unexpected joy!

"What are those brown ghosts doing in the backcourt?"

Forward Bayano cursed inwardly.

Brazil has always been a big dye vat.

There are people with brown, yellow, black, and white skin.

Three of the starting backcourt players today have brown skin.

Seeing that he couldn't pass the ball after running for a long time, the anxious Bayano ran back while waving to his teammates.

Mancini, who was at the ball, saw this and kicked the ball towards Bayano with a big kick.

"boom!!!"

A muffled sound.

Zheng Zhi leaped high and joined Bayano in the air.

Known for his ferocity, Zheng Zhi didn't just knock his opponents out of the way.

In the air, Zheng Zhi stretched out his head first and pushed the ball out.

"Zheng Zhi broke the long pass from Brazil!"

"The ball came to Xu Yunlong's feet."

"Xu Yunlong passed the ball to Shao Jiayi on the wing."

"The Chinese youth team launched a counterattack!"

Seeing Shao Jiayi galloping away on the sidewalk.

But the broadcast screen suddenly froze for a moment.

Because the two people who had just collided with each other fell to the ground, and they hadn't gotten up yet.

But at this time, the China Youth Team was attacking, and the referee did not blow his whistle.

Shao Jia went all the way to the end and made a cross with his left foot.

Mireau leaped high in the penalty area and hit the ball out of the baseline with a single punch.

Seeing the ball went out of bounds, the referee blew the game.

"The referee blew his whistle."

"Let's take a look."

"Zheng Zhi and his opponent haven't gotten up yet."

From the slow-motion replay, the fans knew this.

Although Zheng Zhi was the first to push the ball away, Bayano's head collided with Zheng Zhi's head.

From the point of view of injury, Zheng Zhi who was hit was obviously more serious.

"Don't worry."

"Lie down for a while."

"Get some rest!"

Although his mind was buzzing, Zheng Zhi's reminder from Zeng Zheng was very clear.

Anyway, the Brazilian player next to him was also lying down, so he didn't get up at all, and rested with the opponent.

This level of dizziness was nothing to Zheng Zhi.

He is a defensive player himself, and it is not uncommon for him to collide with his opponent in the scramble.

If he is forced to get up now, he can get up, but the recovery will be slower.

But Zeng Zheng didn't let him get up, so he was happy to relax.

Now let's see how long that guy Bayano will lie down.

However, in such an important game, how could Bayano, who has already scored 3 goals, give up easily?

Ronaldinho has scored and topped the list, and he scored another one to tie with his opponent!
With the help of the team doctor, Bayanomian sat up, then stood up slowly and stomped his feet.

On the other side, Zheng Zhi "pretended" for a while.

After being reminded by Zeng Zheng, he also hurriedly got up from the ground.

After a delay of more than a minute, the game resumed.

After this collision, Bayano finally understood why his teammates passed the ball less.

You are not playing football.

You are playing with your life!

Looking at Zheng Zhi with his big mouth curled aside, Bayano suddenly panicked.

What is he going to do?
After staring at Zheng Zhi for a few moments, Bayano was shocked.

What the hell!

He wants to "assimilate" me!
Although the Brazilian team is leading by one goal at this moment, it may not be a good thing in terms of mentality.

The advantage of one goal will make players worry about gains and losses.

Once the score is tied by the opponent, the morale advantage will definitely be on the opponent's side!
For the Brazilian team, most of the Asian teams are fishy, ​​even the small days that have always been regarded as "Brazilian apprentices" are no exception.

But with the rise of the Chinese team.

Especially last year's Toulon Cup, the Brazilians gradually changed their attitude towards the Chinese team.

Especially this World Youth Championship.

It never occurred to them that they would play against an Asian team in the semifinals.

But now, after playing for more than 20 minutes, the thoughts of those Brazilian players who still look down on the Chinese youth team have undergone a 180-degree change.

In terms of footwork, these young and middle-aged players naturally cannot compare with these Brazilian players from the football kingdom;
In terms of cooperation, due to the lack of systematic training and scientific guidance since childhood, these players are not as good as Europe, which has developed football for a century;

In terms of body, Asians are even worse than Africans.

But the problem is, the group of middle and young players in front of them are really hardworking!
Did they die?
Seeing Shao Jiayi speeding up to the bottom for a ball he couldn't catch up with, and finally slipped and fell to the baseline, the Brazilian couldn't help but feel a chill in the back of his head.

The players of the China Youth Team are different from every team they have encountered before!
Now, it is the turn of Brazilian players to worry about gains and losses.

One goal ahead.

Is it to keep the ball?

Or do you want to expand your advantage?

The head coach did not give instructions for a long time, and the players couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

The thinking and mentality of the players in the front and back courts are different, and the formation will naturally become loose.

How could Zeng Zheng miss such a good opportunity?
Taking advantage of the instability of the opponent's midfield, immediately increase the input of troops to compete for control of the midfield.

"Ah! Zheng Zhi chased the ball and went straight to the ground."

"The ball was shoveled out of the sideline by Zheng Zhi, which prevented the Brazilian team from attacking this time!"

"Heading Ball"

"Xu Yunlong!"

"Edu didn't take any advantage in this summit fight!"

"Shao Jiayi!"

"Shao Jia made a breakthrough!"

"Eh? Was pulled down by the opponent!"

"This action is a card!"

"Sure enough, a yellow card!"

As the middle and young players become more and more courageous, it seems that they have the meaning of advancing the battle to their own half.

The anger of the Brazilian players also came up, and the movements of their hands and feet were also let go.

For a moment, the players forgot the Mali team members who were shoveled and sent to the hospital a few days ago, and the midfielder quickly became a meat grinder.

Except for Ronaldinho, no one dared to hold the ball for more than three seconds in this position.

Even the football elves have to pass the ball in a hurry in the face of the soles that are attacking them again and again.

"Give full play to your strengths!"

"Speed, overhead!"

"I can't beat them with my feet, and can't I jump?"

Under Zeng Zheng's command, every time they win a player, the China Youth Team will launch a fierce attack on the opponent's penalty area, forming an assist or shooting.

Zeng Zheng's lineup today is 4231.

In a 5-man midfield, there are still a lot of opportunities to pass high.

Before the first half was over, several players in the frontcourt who had a chance to make it to the top had already begun to pant slightly.

It seems that the continuous high-intensity fighting and active offense have exhausted the physical strength of these young people.

Facing the opponent who began to pant slightly, the Brazilian players showed no sign of weakness.

In the 37th minute, Xu Yunlong, who jumped high at the front of the penalty area, collided with his opponent.

After Xu Yunlong soared into the air, he directly ferryed the ball aside.

As soon as the ball was pushed away by him, the opponent's head hit him in the next second.

The defenseless Xu Yunlong lost consciousness in the air and fell directly to the ground.

Asian skulls are no harder than South American skulls.

Being slammed into by the opponent, the opponent can't feel much better.

Sure enough, after the team doctor came on the field this time, they hurriedly carried them off.

The wounded on both sides rested for a while on the sidelines to replenish water, and then carefully identified the fingers of the team doctor, and then they got the answer that they could return to the field.

Not long after, the whistle sounded for the end of the first half.

None of the players on both sides looked at each other, they turned around and walked towards the field silently.

"Fuck! It's just a little short!"

Shao Jia wanted to spit, but what he spit out was dry saliva, almost spit on his jersey.

What he was talking about was not the shot from midfield, but Xu Yunlong's free kick in front of the penalty area after being injured.

The free kick flew off the baseline against the crossbar.

If it was a few centimeters lower, it might have evened the score at this moment.

Zeng Zheng stood on the sidelines, high-fived every weak player, and said words of encouragement.

The players forced a smile on their faces, and then walked into the player channel.

The volunteers were busy in the aisle, handing water to others, and wiping away sweat.

The two female volunteers even played a chemical role.

When Shao Jiayi and Zheng Zhi, who were exhausted, met them, they both straightened their backs in unison.

It was as if nothing happened for 45 minutes.

Lolita stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Zheng Zhi's head.

Zheng Zhi twisted subconsciously and hid.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that there was a big swelling there.

In fact, when Zheng Zhi saw the bag on Xu Yunlong's head, he felt that his was bigger than his own!
"Zhi, drink slowly."

Seeing Zheng Zhi pouring water into her mouth in a hurry, Lolita bent down to pick up the bottle cap that Zheng Zhi accidentally dropped.

Zheng Zhi, who was drinking water, accidentally looked down and was immediately overwhelmed by the scenery in front of him.

Oh my God! ! !
What a towering and majestic mountain!
Also TM is two!
puff! ! !
Losing his mind, Zheng Zhi accidentally choked on drinking.

"Cough cough cough cough ~~~"

Although she was sprayed all over by Zheng Zhi, Lolita immediately patted Zheng Zhi's back.

"Zhi, are you okay? Are you okay?"

This scene happened to be seen by Zeng Zheng who walked into the player tunnel.

Zeng Zheng laughed and cursed and came behind Zheng Zhi, and gave him a slap on the back of the head.

"You boy, your eyes are so sharp!"

"Are you choking?"

"Should!"

When the topic changed, Zeng Zheng laughed again.

"It was a good first half though."

"Keep up the hard work in the second half!"

"Hurry up and go back to the locker room after coughing, we have to counterattack in the second half!"

After speaking, Zeng Zheng walked away.

Zheng Zhi finally finished coughing, straightened his waist, and looked at Lolita whose chest was sprayed by himself.

In the next second, two rows of nosebleeds dripped from Zheng Zhi's nostrils.

"Ah! Zhi, what's wrong with you? You're bleeding!!!"

Back in the locker room, Zeng Zheng closed the door, and the first thing he said was.

"We played well in the first half, everyone took a break."

The team members hung their heads and sat on chairs, with a soaked towel drooping on their heads.

Since volunteers are not allowed in the locker room, the substitutes are busy serving the starters.

Seeing that the team members were silent, Zeng Zheng did not immediately deploy tactics.

It's good to let everyone rest for a while.

At this moment, the teaching assistant came over from the side.

"Coach Zeng, take a look."

What to look at?
Zeng Zheng can see the data in the system panel.

But he still tilted his head to see what the other party told him to see.

"Yellow card!"

Zeng Zheng nodded.

In the first half alone, 4 people from the China Youth Team received yellow cards.

They are Zheng Zhi, Zhao Junzhe, Wang Liang and Wang Xiao.

They are all defensive players.

Don't look at the fierce attack in the frontcourt, but the hard work in the midfield.

Damn, isn't it all the hard work of these defensive players in the midfield?
Zheng Zhi was suspended for the next game after receiving the card.

Whether it is the final or the third or fourth final, he will not be able to play.

"Coach Zeng, you fought so fiercely in the first half, and it's not easy for us to play in the second half!"

(End of this chapter)