The first tumor in football

Chapter 68: Thoughtful and Wanted Him to Go Down and Rest for a Lifetime
When faced with Fan Zhiyi's question, just when netizens thought Song Wen would take this opportunity to criticize him, Song Wen was unusually humble.

"I think the Chinese national team has a great chance of winning today. They just defeated South Korea, which ranked second in Group A, and their morale is high. This match is very important for the Chinese national team to enter the World Cup. If they lose, then even if they win all the games, they will have to depend on other teams. I believe the Chinese national team players will never put themselves in such a situation. What's more, there are so many fans watching this match, and the Chinese national team will definitely not disappoint the fans."

After hearing what Song Wen said, Fan Zhiyi cursed in his heart that this kid was so mean.

Everyone knows that today's game is as difficult as hell for the Chinese national football team.

As a result, this kid expressed his great hope of winning as soon as he opened his mouth, and he even hijacked the fans' hopes.

This is clearly an attempt to flatter the Chinese national football team.

He was about to speak when Song Wen on the other side shouted again.

"Hum! I'm talking to you, JK girl! Why didn't you cover your nose when I talked about the Chinese national football team? What did you say? The smell of the Chinese national football team's stinky feet is overflowing through the screen?"

Song Wen was surprised, and then he became furious!
"Who do you say has stinky feet? Who has stinky feet? Do you know how hard my brother works?"

His expression changed and he looked to the other side.

"What are you laughing at, big boobs girl?"

"What? Even a foreigner like you knows that the Chinese national football team has stinky feet?"

Song Wen, who was still praising and criticizing in the previous second, suddenly started to criticize wildly from 0 frame, directly controlling Fan Zhiyi and Zhan Jun on the spot.

Song Wen sighed and said:

"Don't worry about it, brothers. Different trades are like different mountains. These technicians don't know anything about football. Our national football team is still very strong. I just took a look at the roster. Our starting lineup today... um, it's the same lineup as the one we played in the friendly match with, ah..."

"It doesn't matter. Our three forwards are still very strong. As long as we don't let Wu Lei get a one-on-one chance, Yuning shoot from the line, and Gao Lin take a penalty, we'll win the game. And we also have the Asian flying man Jiang Zhipeng on the back line. If things don't work out, we can just kick the opposing forward in the head."

Seeing that Song Wen was getting more and more ruthless, Zhan Jun quickly interrupted:

"We can see that the players from both teams are ready. The game is about to begin! With the referee's whistle, the team wearing white jerseys attacking from the left side of the screen to the right side is the Iranian team, while the team attacking from the right side of the screen to the left side is our national football team!"

At this moment at the Azadi Stadium, amidst the deafening cheers, the Chinese national football players had just started the game and were already extremely nervous.

As Iran ranks first in Group A, their world ranking is higher than South Korea, and their players' physical fitness is also higher.

If South Korea's style of play is Manchester City's, then Iran's style of play is Manchester United's.

In fact, the Iranian coach himself has also served as an assistant coach for Manchester United.

Iranian players are stronger than the Chinese national team both in terms of physical fitness and skills, especially their long passes and high aerial balls in the penalty area are enough to crush most Asian teams.

But the good news is that perhaps because they did not take the Chinese national football team seriously at all, Iran did not send out their talented young player Azmoun today.

Due to Iran's playing style, not long after the game started, it seemed that the Chinese national team had more time with the ball.

This makes the fans of the Chinese football team eager to raise their tails.

However, anyone who understands football knows that the Chinese national team's back-passing is meaningless.

The sieve-like defense line will become a fatal flaw once facing Iran's quick counterattack.

Iran obviously understood this, so it simply let the Chinese national team control the ball.

In the 19th minute of the game, the Chinese national team got a corner kick opportunity.

Seeing Hao Junmin standing at the corner kick spot, Zhan Jun said: "We are not as physically fit as the Iranian players, so for corner kicks like this, we should have some special designs. And Hao Junmin is a very strong player in set-pieces." As soon as Zhan Jun finished speaking, Hao Junmin did not disappoint Zhan Jun's expectations and sent in a very high-quality corner kick, accurately finding the back post.

This corner kick of the Chinese national football team was obviously carefully designed by Lippi. Zhang Yuning did not squeeze in the crowd with other players, but deliberately stood outside the penalty area and quickly moved forward when Hao Junmin took the corner kick!
However, Iran did not make any preparation for this, and a gap appeared in front of Zhang Yuning!
Looking at Zhang Yuning's raised right leg, Zhan Jun shouted: "Zhang Yuning! Look at this shot! A volley shot--"

"He passed the ball back to Hao Junmin..."

Zhan Jun couldn't even believe what he was saying, his eyes were about to fall out.

He was sure that Zhang Yuning's kick was definitely intended to shoot.

But the kick failed.

The ball flew high in the air and flew towards Hao Junmin who had just run into the field from the baseline.

"Wow!"

Song Wen's exclamation was then heard.

"Zhang Yuning's kick was beautiful. It was a two-on-nine pass against the wall!"

Fan Zhiyi nodded: "Hey, this pass is good, it does have some technical and tactical aspects."

Hao Junmin was stunned when he received the pass from Zhang Yuning, but he still passed the ball back.

After several scrambles, the ball came to Gao Lin who retreated to the periphery.

"Gao Lin! He rushed into the penalty area! He made an abrupt stop and turned! He fell down! Was this a foul?"

The referee blew the whistle instantly.

"Penalty? Gao Lin!"

Amid the anticipation of countless fans, the referee ran over and gave Gao Lin a yellow card.

Flip!

At this time, the live broadcast also started to replay.

Gao Lin stepped on the ball for a while, as if he wanted to dribble past the opponent in disguise, but his legs suddenly went weak and he fell down.

Zhan Jun frowned and said:

"It seems like it was hit by the grass."

"Gao Lin's fall against gravity is very handsome..." Song Wen said in amazement, "He was pulled by a mysterious force. Newton would cry when he saw him fall. But we Newton have no jurisdiction in our Chinese football world. It belongs to Newton's brother Niu B."

"Gao Lin's fall can be said to have overturned Einstein's energy equation. He should be awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics."

Gao Lin, who was shown a yellow card by the referee, spread his hands, looked dissatisfied, and kept muttering something.

On the other side, Iran has already served the ball and is rushing towards the Chinese national team's half!
At this critical moment, Jiang Zhipeng stood up without hesitation.

Just as Zhan Jun was about to speak, Song Wen, who had already adapted to the role of commentator, spoke first:
"Jiang Zhipeng! A tackle! Oh, that tackle! He must have seen that the opponent's striker Belwand was too tired from running, so he considerately wanted to let him go down and rest for a while."

(End of this chapter)