World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 182 The Home Whistle of the Rose Bowl

The Rose Bowl is in full swing.

Seeing the message after message refreshed on the screen, Zeng Zheng was a little dumbfounded.

Ultra vires has always been a taboo!

I can give advice to the women's football behind my back, formulate detailed strategies, tactics, and give a detailed starting list, etc. Everything is fine.

Even if Zeng Zheng did everything he should do as a head coach.

But it is absolutely not allowed to go on stage and direct!

Don't look at what netizens are saying.

But in Zeng Zheng's view, the players played pretty well.

As for why netizens feel that the women's football team has made too many mistakes and played somewhat differently than expected, there are many reasons.

"Has the U.S. team got a card? Hypocrisy!"

The entire Rose Bowl stadium was also set on fire in an instant.

But now no one paid attention to what Zeng Zheng said.

Soon, a photo of Sun Wen interspersed among the four US defenders was posted on the Internet.

But in front of the women's football girls, and as a coach, how can I swear?

"I think women's football is better than men's football if they lose!"

"The players don't seem to be getting used to the days without naps."

Seeing the team equalize the score, the coaches of the US team celebrated together.

The referee immediately whistled a penalty kick.

"This second half is so dangerous that nothing has changed. After the score is tied, it seems to be the same as the first half!"

1 to 1, double-reversal returned to the same starting line again.

"Coach Zeng, are you okay?" Fan Yunjie asked carefully.

It is true that the ball has greatly changed the trajectory of the ball, but can blocking in this case be called handball?
The fans at the scene didn't understand.

From the system's God's perspective, he could clearly see that Sun Wen did have a forward running posture before Liu Ying passed the ball.

"Kill the Americans!"

"Look, I don't need me at all, the players can score goals by themselves!" - Zeng Zheng

Fans who often watch men's football will always inadvertently bring in the standards of men's football when they look at women's football.

Amid the cheers and cheers of the fans, the women's football girls defended the opponent's attack again and again, and also rushed through the midfield to attack the opponent's position again and again.

These fans who came to the scene to watch the game all supported the women's football with enthusiasm and without any distractions.

"Goal scored!"

"This referee might be hired by someone from the United States!"

It was louder than Sun Wen's slap just now.

When Zeng Zheng carefully studied the running comparison of the two teams, as well as the detailed data such as the number of passes and receptions and the success rate, a change finally appeared on the court.

"Uh, Miss Fan, is there anything else you need?"

But in this day and age, it is impossible to tell the truth from the fake with the existing camera technology.

The passive scene after the opening of the second half was what he, Zeng Zheng and others expected.

"Women's football girls, please, make sure to win!"

The Chinese team led 1-0, which greatly exceeded the expectations of the fans.

After watching Sun Wen leave, Zeng Zheng turned his head and saw Fan Yunjie stopping in front of him.

After seeing the ball really scored, all the women's football girls immediately raised their arms and crowded together.

"Ah, it's Miss Bai!"

"Hey, this ball is so dangerous!"

"If you play like this, when will you score three goals?"

This time, the rose bowl boiled again.

Bai Jie is one year younger than Zeng Zheng.

"Sun Wen's foot is too strong, he can't even play this ball in men's football, right?"

"Coach Zeng is unwilling to make a move, and the old horse can't come up with any new tricks. I guess I have to kick a penalty!"

Zeng Zheng now directly became a "war reporter", uploading and posting high-definition photos of the scene one after another, making the fans on the computer side hooked.

What the hell!

Seeing the referee making such a penalty, the fans quit instantly.

However, before the fans could fully erupt with joy, they found that after scoring the goal, Sun Wen stopped after running for two steps, and then looked around in a daze.

It is already very good to play such data in an away game.

"What's the use of taking cards until now?"

This time, Sun Wen did not choose to break through with the ball.

The original intention was to block the ball with her body, but because she didn't aim properly, the ball just hit her elbow before she could get her back behind her.

"Yeah, the US team's handball in the first half is called handball, and ours is also called handball?"

According to the VAR in the previous life, this is indeed an individual hairy offside!

"Fuck, isn't the home whistle too obvious?"

"Have we given up on the offensive?"

"Do you feel that the midfielder can't control it?"

"Coach Zeng, hurry up and talk to Lao Ma, let the players play for Sun Wen!"

"It has to be Sun Wen at the critical moment! I swear here, Sun Wen has to score in the second half, it's a dollar bet!"

"Ah, playing too conservatively."

The first half of the game was coming to an end, Zeng Zheng looked at the data comparison of the two teams.

But when it comes to scoring goals, it is the home court of the US team.

So in Zeng Zheng's view, the women's football team made some mistakes in the first half, which were all within the normal range;

Gao Hong, who came flying over, put her left hand on Fan Yunjie's shoulder and gave a strong support, and she jumped up high.

Tens of thousands of Chinese fans blew the horns around their necks in unison, bringing the atmosphere of the entire stadium to a climax.

They don't like to comment on techniques and tactics, passing and receiving, and shooting opportunities like these fans on the Internet.

And the American women's football team, which has the right time, place and people, makes a mistake, which is simply a dish!
Didn’t you see that after a pass error, Zhao Lihong, Liu Ying and others fought back on the spot;

The Chinese team's ball possession rate is as high as 48%, which is almost the same as that of their opponents.

"Good game."

As soon as he stretched it out, Zeng Zheng's eyes were full of fear.

"Oh, offside!"

Not to mention the women's football, even the men's football will be in a daze.

"Uh Sister Fan, you played well in the first half, our defense is really solid!"

Fans on the Internet couldn't understand it even more.

"It's time to play in the middle, and if you play in the middle, you will win!"

In the 51st minute, when No. 9 Hamm of the US team took a free kick, the ball hit Wen Lirong's arm.

"The enemy's home court is difficult to play, it's not a bragging!"

Just thinking about something beautiful, the US team's offense blossomed.

A total of four trips across the east and west coasts, no one can bear it.

Zeng Zheng clapped hands with each of them, and then said the same words of encouragement.

"Yeah yeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!"

"Anyway, watching women's football is at least more reassuring than watching men's football!"

"The ball went in, uh."

They only know how to shout when they are defending, and even more when they are attacking.

In the 41st minute, Liu Ailing crossed Sun Wen after protecting the ball in front of the penalty area.

"The ball went straight to the stands!"

Including Zeng Zheng himself.

The same is true.

After standing up and saying "Oye" several times in a row, the netizens couldn't wait to run to the computer and start typing.

In the 76th minute, it was Liu Ailing who caught and protected the ball in the middle, and then distributed the ball to the weak defensive teammates around him.

All attention was focused on Sun Wen who took the ball forward on the screen.

"Damn it, isn't Zhang Ouying too hasty with this kick? It's all shot into the sky."

"I'm with you!"

"Wen Lirong defended well this time, if you give a corner kick, just give it a corner kick!"

"In this case, there should be no penalty kick."

"Women's football is awesome!"

Afterwards, every team member walked past Zeng Zheng one by one with smiling faces.

Seeing the ball, Zeng Zheng couldn't help but post a post.

I am used to watching Ronaldo and Zidane, and then watching Sun Wen and Liu Ailing, some fans who don't know what to say naturally like to make complaints about the rhythm.

But because of his name and Bai Jie's vigorous and capable personality, Zeng Zheng didn't mind calling her "sister".

Fan Yunjie scratched the back of his head, pointed at Zeng Zheng's red hand that was slapped by Sun Wen, and said, "Coach Zeng, I haven't high-fived you yet!"

"Hey, apart from Sun Wen's long shot, we don't have any shots today!"

"Hey, who let us compete on other people's territory? We can only admit that we are dumb!"

"Is this American girl too ruthless?"

"Yes, yes, women's football is awesome!"

The change of direction of the ball in the blink of an eye immediately attracted the referee's whistle.

With his right hand, which had taken off his glove, he slashed down in the air, and hit Zeng Zheng's palm hard.

"Ha! Then I have to score another one in the second half!" Sun Wen raised his chin and walked into the player tunnel.

"I was so scared that I was about to have a heart attack!"

"My God, the world wave! Sun Wen entered the world wave!"

"The referee, too, has been plotting against us!"

"Can the US team hit the corner kick directly on the crossbar? This footwork is fine! Is it fooled?"

"Where did Sun Wen go again? Why haven't I seen her for so long?"

The second is that although Zeng Zheng tried his best to help the players conserve their energy, the team members suffered a lot from Talamey's conspiracy.

Don't you see that after the shot failed, Sun Wen, Jin Yan and others rushed to make up shots.

"Coach Xiao Zeng!"

Huang Tian deserves a caring person.

boom!
Just when everyone thought the ball would fall directly in front of the open space of the U.S. team's back post, Sun Wen shot out from nowhere.

"Ah? Ah!"

"Me too!"

"The ball is so hard, I didn't expect to be able to shoot from this place."

Zeng Zheng stretched out his hand, and Bai Jie slapped Zeng Zheng's palm hard.

During the intermission, netizens who had nothing to do started chatting again.

"What kind of referee is this? Shit, the whole thing is a black call!"

Although netizens complained, the atmosphere at the scene gradually became high.

"Be conservative, just be conservative, don't forget, we are away!"

Don't you see, Bai Jie, Liu Ailing and others worked hard to make up for it after the set-piece tactic failed;

Ma Yuan'an and other coaching staff couldn't understand either.

Of course, it would be even better if we can find another scoring opportunity in the opponent's onslaught.

"Miss Fan, come on!"

Zeng Zheng sent out the news and the photos he took at the first time, and the domestic netizens saw Sun Wen catch the ball.

"If you don't want to watch the padded TV, you can go to Guangdong TV, which has Cantonese commentary."

It was this posture that put him in a slightly offside position.

Zeng Zheng turned his head and saw Bai Jie with short hair.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, what are you mumbling about!" A hand suddenly rested on Zeng Zheng's shoulder, disrupting Zeng Zheng's thoughts.

"Now every family is watching the game, and it wakes up the neuropathy next door!"

"That little mistake is normal, the big girl from the United States fights too hard!"

"She should have been punished long ago!"

In the blink of an eye, all the replies in the chat room were flooded with the four words "Women's Football Niu X" and "Sun Wen Niu X".

Since Zeng Zheng's computer is produced by the system, the network speed is faster than the delayed satellite signal.

"I was wrong, I take back what I said earlier, women's football is awesome!"

The number of shots is 7 to 9, not much worse than the opponent.

Interestingly, after the US team equalized the score, the comments on the Internet started the "condemnation mode" again.

Looking at Zeng Zheng's swollen right hand, Fan Yunjie laughed.

"It was too hard to play, it seemed to be all individual performance."

With a header, the ball goes straight into the net.

Some technical and tactical actions that appear on the camera but are not noticed by people are what show the hard power of a team.

"The video cannot be seen clearly, and the network will be blocked after a while, what should I do? There is no TV!"

With a bang, Sun Wen's shot hit the inside of the post and bounced into the net.

After hearing the whistle for the end of the first half, Zeng Zheng closed his laptop, stood up, and stared at the scoreboard in a daze.

Anyway, the tactics Zeng Zheng and he studied for today are "solid defense and quick counterattack".

Zeng Zheng quickly withdrew his hand and praised while rubbing it.

"Now, I can only watch Gao Hong's!"

"Uh, Sister Fan, I'm fine." Zeng Zheng grinned, forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and then stretched out his right hand again.

After the whistle, as Zeng Zheng expected, the American players quickly spread out and launched a fierce attack on the Chinese team in the half.

Zeng Zhenglian said "ah" twice, finally realized, and stretched out his hand quickly.

Sun Wen came bouncing up to Zeng Zheng, then swung his arms round, and slapped Zeng Zheng's outstretched palm with a "slap".

"Brother Zeng, did you see how my foot shot?"

Coupled with all the unfair treatment after coming to Los Angeles, and the final at 13:[-] noon under the sun.

Now that the opponent is one goal behind, it is inevitable that the army will overwhelm the situation.

This time, Zeng Zheng was almost slapped on the arm.

Through the playback in slow motion, Wen Lirong turned her face to the side of the ball and turned her head to the side.

Ma Yuan'an on the sidelines was not in a hurry.

"Zhang Ouying just shot and masturbated."

"not sure."

"Snapped!!!"

Fan Yunjie smiled and nodded, "Thank you Coach Zeng."

"Oh, Liu Ailing's beam scared me to death."

However, in fact, among the three major balls, there is a big gap between men's ball and women's ball.

The US team goalkeeper Scully made a desperate save, but still couldn't reach the ball.

And these, the women's football players have done very well.

Zeng Zheng almost didn't scold.

"Yeah, we made too many mistakes in the first half, otherwise we could have scored a few more!"

"Coach Zeng"

When seeing the ball draw an arc in the air, just bypassing the opponent's goalkeeper's fingertips and hitting the net, the fans watching the game at home also exploded.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and amidst the sound of cheering, the players from both sides stood up again on the court.

"HK is only a live broadcast on cable TV. Can any big brother please help me broadcast the current situation?"

"Coach Zeng, I'm going back first!" Gao Hong flicked her short hair and walked carelessly into the player tunnel.

"Is there a replacement?"

The most important thing is that a group of fans who claim to watch men's football all year round occasionally watch women's football once in a while, and feel a sense of gap in their hearts.

All kinds of unfair treatment.

Those fans who were still a little bit upset before saw the goal, and they had long forgotten what they said before.

He stretched out his hand and gently pasted it, and then smiled happily: "Coach Zeng, I'm going back to the locker room first!"

"Not bad, not bad, a bit like Beckham."

Swish!
The ball bypassed all the defenders and flew towards the goal of the US team.

"This whole thing is a one-to-one mistake competition, and now we'll see who makes fewer mistakes!"

Seeing that the other party had no intention of leaving, Zeng Zheng was a little confused.

As soon as the word "lying" was uttered, he was forced to hold it back.

"Isn't the Chinese team playing a little too small? There are too many short passes!"

After receiving the ball, Liu Ying raised her head and took a look, and directly kicked a pass.

The moment she caught the ball, she glanced at the opponent's goalkeeper's position, then swung the ball with her right foot, took a small step forward to the left, and decisively shot with her left foot.

In other words, the referee at the side of the ball can do it, or not.

Group match three, quarter-finals, semi-finals, final.

Seeing that the netizens started calling him again, Zeng Zheng stood up and looked around, and picked up the camera with a "click".

The ball flew high over the restricted area of ​​the US team, and fell rapidly after passing over the heads of several players.

"If the referee didn't conspire, we would have won!"

Faced with Hamm's shot, although Gao Hong judged the right direction, she still failed to prevent the ball from entering the net.

The linesman would naturally hold up the flag without hesitation.

Zeng Zheng sighed.

In his view, this is another home whistle.

"You have to score like Sun Wen in the first half!"

(End of this chapter)