green waist king

Chapter 438 Defense!Fight back!
Not long after the pre-match ceremony ended, the captains of both sides came to the referee Cunha to guess coins.

Because it was noon, the venue had a yin and yang face.

Zheng Zhi originally planned to take the pick.

But he lost, leaving France with the right half of the field, where the strong sunlight did not affect the goalkeeper.

At the same time, the starting lineups of the two teams were also displayed on the live screen.

France: (433)

Goalkeeper: Lloris
Defenders: Pavard, Varane, Umtiti, Hernandez

Midfielders: Tolisso, Kante, Pogba

Forwards: Dembele, Mbappe, Griezmann

"The lineup of the French team is the most luxurious in this World Cup. Their team is worth more than one billion euros!"

"France has benefited from their excellent youth training. They have really produced a large number of talents in recent years. There are so many excellent players that it makes Deschamps annoyed!"

"Yes! People like Benzema, Martial, Lacazette, Sissoko and others have all failed the squad for the World Cup!"

Seeing the starting lineup of the French team, He Wei and Zhang Lu, who were on the commentary stand, started a direct discussion.

As soon as the two finished talking, the starting lineup of the Chinese team appeared on the screen.

China: (433)

Forwards: Hao Junmin, Bai Lele, Wu Lei

Midfielders: Zheng Zhi, Mo Yang, Wu Xi

Defenders: Jiang Zhipeng, Feng Xiaoting, Mei Fang, Zhang Linpeng

Goalkeeper: Yan Junling
"Before the game, many domestic media were speculating whether Lippi would change his formation. Now it seems that he still insists on 433, but this should be only the basic formation, and the specific changes can only be seen from the game."

"Yes!" He Wei nodded, and changed the topic, "Zhang Zhi, what is your personal opinion on this game, can you analyze the strengths and weaknesses of both sides with us?"

"Forehead!"

"Forehead!!"

"hey-hey!"

Zhang Lu organized the language and said with a smile: "I won't say much about France. The front, center and back are full of stars. If Deschamps can bring these players together, it will be no problem to hit the championship."

"As for us, the strongest point is in the midfield, especially in the midfield. Compared with the French team, whether we have an advantage is not mentioned for the time being, but the gap is definitely not big. Pogba played for the first time in the Premier League Double Reds Every time, he was suppressed by Mo Yang and did nothing."

"We all know that Mo Yang, the champion midfielder, actually doesn't eat his teammates very much. He doesn't need people behind him to protect him, so Zheng Zhi and Wu Xi can be liberated and put their energy into defense. The offensive organization doesn't need it at all. They worry."

"As for the front line, although it is not as luxurious as the French Mbappe, Dembele and Griezmann's [-] million risk, it is really not bad."

"Especially Bai Lele, once he connects with the midfielder Mo Yang, his speed is no less than that of France's Mbappe."

"Wu Lei has been practicing in La Liga for two years and has made great progress, so the key is how Lippi uses Moyang and the others!"

"Beep..."

At this moment, the referee Cunha blew his whistle and the game officially started.

"CCTV, CCTV..."

Boom!

Chinese team!
come on! ! ! !
Boom!

come on! ! ! !
……

The fans in the stands on all sides also started clamoring. The rumbling drums and the cheers of thousands of people directly suppressed the voices of the French fans.

In the middle circle, Bai Lele kicked the ball, and Wu Lei immediately passed the ball back to Mo Yang in the middle, and handed it over to Mo Yang for handling.

The French team, on the other hand, is very straightforward, presses across the board, and uses practical actions to show its contempt for the Chinese team.

After Mo Yang saw it, he immediately continued to pass the ball back to the backcourt, and then shouted continuously, directing his teammates to quickly arrange the defensive line.

And other players also quickly arrived in place and built a defensive front according to the pre-match drills.

On the sidelines, Lippi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the player's position change from 433 to 442 in an instant.

The tactical play is arranged, and the players are skilled enough to practice, but he is actually not sure whether he can achieve the effect he wants under the huge pressure of France's offense.

"what!"

Explaining the stands, Zhang Lu saw the two lines of the Chinese team's midfield and backcourt closely together, sandwiching the French striker trio in the middle, cutting off the connection between the three of Mbappe and the midfielder, and his eyes suddenly popped after a surprise. Yiliang, "It's the same as our guess before the game. Lippi played defensively and counterattacked."

"But the question is whether the counterattack can be done!" He Wei seemed a little nervous, and he could see that the Chinese team was a little passive on the court.

My family knows their own affairs. The frontcourt of the current team is indeed good, but the defense is not necessarily the same.

On the field, although France was pressing hard, facing the dense defense commanded by Mo Yang, they really couldn't penetrate the two closely linked defense lines of the Chinese team's midfield for a while.

Seeing the Chinese players actively fighting on the field, countless Chinese people in front of the TV are very satisfied.

It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, the ball can be lost, but people can't lose it!
The spirit shown by the players now is worthy of recognition.

In the middle circle, Pogba took the ball again, raised his head to observe the front court, and his eyes fell on Mo Yang, and he felt a little trembling in his heart.

He has played against Moyang many times in the Premier League, but he has never won.

Every time he took the ball, the kid on the opposite side seemed to know what he was thinking. The feeling of being naked was really terrifying.

Pogba glanced at Mbappe, who was ambushing in the defense line of the Chinese team, suddenly buckled his feet, staggered to avoid Wu Lei who was grabbing, and then quickly kicked the ball.

Immediately, the ball went straight to the area in front of the top of the arc behind the Chinese team.

At the same time, Mbappe, who was ambushing between Mei Fang and Mo Yang, ejected and started, trying to get behind the defense to catch the ball.

But the others passed, but the ball did not pass.

Under the gaze of billions of eyes from all over the world, the moment Pogba kicked his feet, Mo Yang, who was a little behind in the midfield defense, suddenly turned around and retreated, seeing through Pogba's intentions in advance.

But what is even more amazing is that he seems to have known where the ball landed a long time ago. After chasing Mbappe not far behind, he suddenly jumped up without even looking at it. He flicked his head to the right and gave the ball precisely in time. Feng Xiaoting retreated to the right of the top of the arc.

"Moyang!!!!!!"

"Oh!!!!!!!!"

Seeing this wonderful defense, the Chinese fans on the scene cheered collectively, and the drums were loud, which directly suppressed the boos of the French fans.

And Pogba, who failed to organize the attack, twitched the corners of his mouth, with a helpless face, and the sense of perspective of being completely stripped came again.

Before the top of the arc, Mbappe didn't catch the ball and rushed directly to Feng Xiaoting, wanting to fight back with Dembele on the spot behind Feng Xiaoting.

But Feng Xiaoting also moved very quickly, and he had no intention of entangled with them at all. After he stopped the ball, he quickly knocked the ball towards Moyang.

Pogba was right behind Moyang. When he saw the ball passed, he quickly started to go up, trying to get stuck behind him to prevent Moyang from turning around.

But as soon as he ran behind Mo Yang, he saw Mo Yang, who had turned his back on his back, suddenly turned around and grinned at him when he was still there.

At this moment, Pogba felt as if his clothes had been stripped clean again, and when he looked up, the ball just flew by.

"Wow!!!!"

"How did he know Pogba came up from behind?"

"Wow! This one is so beautiful!"

"what is his name?"

"..."

In the stands on all sides, countless French fans who had never seen Mo Yang play football exclaimed again and again, causing an uproar.

But soon they can't care about these!

On the field, after Mo Yang wiped past Pogba, he raced against the clock, and before the ball hit the ground, he didn't even look at it, he raised his foot and swung it.

"Chance!!!!!"

"Lele!!!!!!!!!"

Seeing Mo Yang's sudden long pass, He Wei and Zhang Lu didn't react for a while, but when they saw Bai Lele on the left side of the center circle, he suddenly started and went straight forward to the left rib area behind the French team , jumped up one after another, and Qiqi let out an exclamation.

(End of this chapter)