The first tumor in football

Chapter 8 The Chinese national football team has lost all its face!
No one would have thought that the Chinese national football team, which had always had the advantage in the situation, would not only fail to score a goal when facing an opponent with one less player, but would even lose a goal in the last thirty seconds of the game!

The football field was completely silent.

Not to mention the fans, even the eleven players of the Chinese national team on the field did not expect it.

Yan Junling looked back at the ball still spinning in the goal, his face full of confusion.

In the live broadcast room, all kinds of curses were frantically filling the screen at this moment.

【rnm national football team! Return the money! 】

[Kick your horse?! ]

[Fuck, I bought 0:1, 0:2, 0:3, but I didn’t expect to lose the ball! ]

[SB Chinese national football team, they really don’t care about their shame! ]

[I have to say, this kid's goal is really something. 】

[How disgusting! How can he pretend to be like this? ]

[I really didn’t expect Feng Xiaoting to be knocked down directly. He is already a veteran.]

As the discussion in the live broadcast room continued, the Chinese national football team kicked off again in the midfield. As soon as the ball started to move, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

1: 0!

The first half is over!
Song Wen wiped the non-existent sweat from his face, walked off the field and waved to the fans in the audience with a smile on his face.

It was not until this moment that the fans finally reacted!
"Damn it! Why is this kid so pretentious?"

"Why are you pretending? It's just a lucky ball!"

"I'm so blessed!"

It seemed that the fans were not satisfied with just cursing, and several mineral water bottles were thrown from the stands.

Song Wen shook his head helplessly.

These fans are hopeless.

If you like the Chinese national football team, isn’t that a sign of self-abuse?
In the live broadcast room, Zhan Jun hesitated for a moment and said:

"It's really a pity. I didn't expect that after attacking for 45 minutes, the Chinese national team relaxed a little in the final injury time, which led to the opponent scoring a goal."

After all, Zhan Jun is a mature commentator, so he seems much more tactful when speaking.

However, Fan Zhiyi, who has always been outspoken, obviously did not understand Zhan Jun's desire to comfort the sad fans.

"To be honest, this guy is really good at this ball. If you replace me, I may not be able to defend him. Why do I feel like this guy is playing the pig to eat the tiger?"

At this moment, the live broadcast was replaying Song Wen's goal, which made Fan Zhiyi unable to help but analyze it again.

"Honestly, I really don't believe you when you say this kid has never played a formal game before. Look at how he got away from the opponent! And with such speed, he directly blew up Jiang Zhipeng! Most importantly, look at his fake move. It's no wonder that Feng Xiaoting was knocked off his feet by him. This kid has speed, technique, and a very high football IQ, which is the most important thing. Although his physical confrontation ability is indeed a bit lacking, I think he should have no problem playing in the English Championship. I really don't understand."

Listening to Fan Zhiyi's frank remarks, Zhan Jun could only respond awkwardly.

If it were normal for such sharp comments to be made, there wouldn't be much of a problem. After all, fans have been scolding the Chinese national football team for a long time.

But the timing and nature of today's game are really awkward.

It is the 29th day of the lunar year, which is New Year's Eve the next year. When many media outlets were promoting this game, they directly wrote such incredible headlines as "The Chinese National Football Team Happy New Year to You".

As a result, the Chinese national football team played like this. It would be fine if they could make a comeback in the end, but if they really lost, what would be the difference between this and happily walking into a cinema and ending up watching a movie about a car accident and death during the New Year's Day?
It was just after six o'clock in the evening, and they said they would provide the fans with a New Year's Eve dinner in advance, but when the plates were brought over, the lid was lifted!
Yo ho!

A piece of shit!

Seeing that Fan Zhiyi was going to continue bragging, Zhan Jun could only change the subject.

"But the most important thing for the Chinese national team now is to adjust their mentality. After failing to score in the first half, they may have been a little anxious. I think in the second half, as long as the Chinese national team follows their own rhythm and plays steadily, with one less player on the other side, there shouldn't be much of a problem."

As the Chinese national football team lost a goal in the first half of the game, discussions from the outside world became heated again and it once again became a hot topic.

Not only in the outside world, but also in the players' resting room, a violent storm was brewing.

The atmosphere seemed to be frozen.

With the assistance of an interpreter, Lippi was adjusting the tactics for the second half, but it was clear that the Chinese national team players seemed a little distracted.

Losing a goal when the opponent was one man down was obviously a huge blow to morale.

What's more, the goal was scored by the young guy who made such a big statement before the game.

This is undoubtedly a slap in the face of these national team players.

Feng Xiaoting was daydreaming at the moment, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Feng Xiaoting is also a veteran. Before Lippi took office, he was the captain of the Chinese national football team. However, when facing a young player today, he was knocked down in the penalty area.

This was obviously a very embarrassing thing for Feng Xiaoting.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoting was not only thinking about how to keep a close eye on the opponent in the second half, but he had also begun to conceive a thousand-word essay.

Zheng Zhi saw that his teammates were not in a good mood, so he clapped his hands while Lippi was speaking to attract everyone's attention and said:

"Brothers, it's just a goal we lost. We just lacked some luck in the first half. We will definitely be able to make it back in the second half."

On the other side, in the Ipswich players' lounge, although they were leading by one goal, the atmosphere was not very good.

The players were naturally impressed by Song Wen's final performance. At first, they were smiling and congratulating Song Wen, but as head coach McCarthy walked into the locker room with a frown, the atmosphere instantly became cold.

They are just a group of substitute players, not those superstars worth tens of millions, so they naturally have to maintain absolute respect for the coach.

As soon as McCarthy walked into the lounge, his eyes turned to Song Wen in the crowd.

He coughed and asked:
"Song, what did you do? Why do Longguo fans hate you so much?"

The first half of the game had just ended and McCarthy had just picked up his mobile phone when he received a call from the big boss. From the big boss's angry questioning, he learned how big a mess Song Wen had caused for their team.

Hearing McCarthy's question, Song Wen spread his hands and responded indifferently:
"I didn't say anything. I just said we would beat them 7:0."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an exaggerated booing in the lounge.

"Oh! Song! You are so bold!"

"Hahaha! You're a hero!"

"7:0, if you said 2:0 I would have wanted to fight a little harder, this is too scary."

McCarthy was somewhat helpless.

In fact, he had been patient with Song Wen for a full forty-five minutes and had originally planned to make a substitution after the first half, but he did not expect that the opponent would change his mind in just thirty seconds.

Laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

The solid skills that Song Wen displayed in the last thirty seconds made him look at him with new eyes.

So even though the big boss got angry, he still decided to find Song Wen in person to figure out the situation.

The big boss doesn't care about winning or losing this friendly match.

Of course he doesn't have to care.

But he has to care about whether he can find a player for the team who can improve the current situation.

Obviously, judging from the situation in the first half, Song Wen seemed to be his top choice.

It’s not that McCarthy is willing to offend the boss for such a young player who has just emerged, but because it is closely related to his own interests.

If you offend the Dragon Country fans, you will lose the big boss's money.

But if the team really gets relegated from the Championship to League One, he will be the one who loses his job!

(End of this chapter)