green waist king

Chapter 250 Before the Game
On the evening of August 8, the Wuhan Sports Center was crowded with people, and there was no empty seat.

The flags at the top of the stands on all sides of the scene waved, the drums at the bottom of the stands shook the sky, and the shouts of the fans followed the drums one wave after another.

Before the game started, the Uzbekistan players who were warming up on the court felt the pressure from the home fans.

This game is important to China, and it is also a game that cannot be lost to Uzbekistan.

They are currently ranked third in the group with 12 points. If they fail to win this game, they are likely to miss the World Cup.

Because their opponent in the last game was the mighty South Korea.

Although it is a home game, they are not sure of winning.

"Uzbekistan is a typical Nordic team's tactics. It emphasizes physical confrontation, uses abilities in confrontation, and uses the advantage of high-altitude confrontation in the penalty area to attack opponents. Our biggest problem in this game is how to break through Uzbekistan's defense!"

"Yes, from the previous games, it can be seen that Uzbekistan is not afraid of confrontation and is good at confrontation. It pays great attention to tactical discipline and overall cooperation! In this regard, our players are somewhat disadvantaged!"

"Well! Their strongest is the team's defense. The two central defenders, Klimetz and Ismailov, have good physical confrontation and air defense capabilities, as well as the ability to set the ball and score from behind."

"Quick counterattacks and set-pieces are their sharp weapons for scoring goals, so the key to this game is how Lippi can limit Uzbekistan's quick counterattacks."

In the live broadcast room, Zhan Jun, Zhang Lu and the three invited guests are chatting with each other.

The other three guests in this competition are Sun Jihai, Yang Chen, and Shao Jiayi.

The five looked relaxed and chatted, but in fact they were still a little worried and nervous.

In addition to the home court advantage, from a clear analysis, the national football team does not have any advantage.

Even if they have a super midfielder who is worth as much as the opposing team.

Now as long as the country pays a little attention to the national football team, they all know what kind of juncture their team is in.

As long as they can trample Uzbekistan, the third child, they will probably sit in the second place in Group A and lead to next year's World Cup in Russia.

No hope is not terrible!
The terrible thing is that when you see a ray of light, but the ray of light is killed by someone in the next second, that is the most hopeless.

Yang Chen felt his palms were a little wet, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

Since 02, countless Chinese people have been daydreaming together for 15 years, and it depends on the remaining two games.

This is the first time in 15 years that he feels that he is so close to the top stage of the year.

On the field, Mo Yang finished warming up, and walked back to the locker room with Bai Lele.

"Mo Yang!"

"Mo Yang!"

"..."

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the player tunnel, Mo Yang heard an old and hoarse voice calling himself, and seemed very excited.

Mo Yang stopped and looked up, and began to search for the stands on both sides of the aisle.

Then he saw an old man with a white beard wearing a cowboy hat and a five-star red flag.

Mo Yang raised his hand and responded with a smile, thinking that this old man is quite trendy.

"Moyang, me, me, can we go to Russia?"

The old man was lying on the fence, most of his body was stretched out, his face was flushed, and his tone was very complicated. There was fear and worry in those cloudy eyes, but more of anticipation.

Hearing Mr. Cowboy's words, Mo Yang froze for a moment, then he said nothing, smiled and raised his hand to pat the national flag on his chest before walking into the aisle.

"Yo, the old man is here too!"

"Isn't this nonsense, how many times has the old man missed a national football game in the past few decades!"

"Yes! In the eyes of the old man, no matter how weak the national football team is, they are all their own children and will always be the best!"

Seeing this scene, the bullet screen in the live broadcast room suddenly became dense.

Li Wengang, as long as he is a fan of the national football team, no one does not know this old man. He has the title of "Fan Emperor" among the Chinese fan group.

Also a controversial figure, but no one can deny his love for football.

In the locker room, Lippi is doing pre-war mobilization.

"Want to go to Russia?"

"Do you want to know what level of event the World Cup is?"

"I'm telling you, it's a world-class stage that any player could only dream of!"

"There are top coaches and the best players on the planet!"

"Get rid of them, and we can go to Russia..."

Everyone in the locker room listened to Lippi's impassioned speech, and no one could keep calm.

At this moment, everyone's heart is full of excitement, and there is an urge to go on the field and win the game.

Since the end of the last round, Wu Lei and the others were so happy that they almost fainted because of the pie that South Korea dropped.

Before Mo Yang came back, they had no idea that they would really have the chance to be on the World Cup stage, and they didn't even have the slightest extravagant hope.

As a result, since Mo Yang joined the team, they have even overcome strong enemies, and even their luck has improved.

At eight o'clock BJ time, the game officially started.

But Mo Yang was sitting on the bench. Only a small number of fans complained about Lippi's practice of putting Mo Yang on the bench. Most of the fans said they could understand. Just went through an extremely intense war of attrition.

If you play rashly, once you get injured, it will not only affect this game, but also the next game against Syria.

After the game started, Lippi stood on the sidelines and observed for a few minutes, then returned to sit on the coach's bench with a smile on his lips.

Uzbekistan played exactly as he had envisioned before the game.

The Uzbekistan formation in the away game is 532, which is to wait for them to attack, and when they catch the opportunity, they will drive straight in and counterattack, skipping the midfielder and attacking the goal.

The play method is very simple and practical.

When encountering this kind of team, if it is an ordinary head coach, he will definitely shrink his defense and dare not make a big push to prevent the opponent from counterattacking.

But who is Lippi, a master tactician, he wants to do it the other way around.

……

BJ Shorty's home.

Seeing Mo Yang who was sitting on the bench frequently appearing in the camera, Wang Rong, who was sitting next to Xiao Di, was amused, pointing to the TV and saying: "The real person looks better than the photo, but he smiles silly, this kid can tell by his face It’s easy to get along with, makes people feel at ease, and has a good vision.”

"Pfft!" Xiao Di, who was sitting next to Wang Rong, laughed, "Mom, your comment really hit the nail on the head. I thought he was so stupid when I first met him."

"What's so good!" Xiao Hongwen glanced at Xiao Di, with a displeased face, and yelled loudly, "Didn't you see him beating people on the court! This kid is probably a violent person in life." mad!"

Xiao Di gave her father a blank look, feeling a little dumbfounded.

She didn't dare to defend Mo Yang, because as long as she showed an attitude of protecting Mo Yang, her father would definitely be more energetic and catch Mo Yang to death.

Ever since he knew that he was in love with Mo Yang, and saw the scene of the two kissing on the court, although this stubborn old man didn't expressly object, he would spit on Mo Yang when he got the chance. In other words, it looks like I just see him upset.

"Old Xiao, but didn't you keep telling me that you are a die-hard fan of Moyang?" Wang Rong looked at her husband with a teasing look on her face, "every day in my ear you kept talking about how good Moyang is at football! Why do you suddenly not like it! It's really strange!"

"Really?" Xiao Di widened his eyes, he didn't expect to hear such explosive news, "My dad is a fan of Moyang?"

Xiao Hongwen was embarrassed by his wife, coughed a few times, and watched the game as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Xiao Di and Xiao Ma next to each other is overjoyed.

(End of this chapter)