World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 126 Give the opponent a blow in the head

"Come on, Ono-kun!"

"It's all up to you!"

"You must go in!"

At this moment, Ono Shinji was like the man who inherited the will of fire.

Japan Youth Team players, fans, substitutes, coaches, team leaders, commentators, guests.
Even Troussier, who had been indifferent for a long time, stood up from his chair, staring at Shinji Ono's kick that condensed the hope of the whole team.

Qingyun Rongchun stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, his pupils slightly closed.

The warm wind of the subtropical climate brushed over Qing Yun Rongchun's old face, but the deep wrinkles could not be smoothed away.

"Although this goal can't help the Japanese youth team equalize the score."

"But wherever the leaves fall, there is a fire burning."

"Give me in!!!" Ono Shinji roared wildly.

With a strong whirlwind, the kicked ball roared towards the gate of the China Youth Team.

"Into your M GB!!!"

There was a humming sound in front of the China Youth Team.

"Oh!"

"puff!"

A black figure rushed towards the ball.

The hurricane that was still raging in the penalty area of ​​the China Youth Team just now disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Where's the ball? Where's the ball???"

The Japanese youth players on the field were instantly dumbfounded.

The ball seemed to be kicked into a wormhole, and disappeared from their field of vision in the blink of an eye.

"Where's the ball? Where's my goal?!" Ono Shinji also looked at a loss.

The dust and smoke cleared, and Liu Yunfei, who was flying and diving, rolled around on the ground, and then took out a black and white football from his arms.

It was Shinji Ono who just shot the one.

"Pooh!"

Liu Yunfei bulged his cheeks and spit out a tasteless piece of chewing gum.

"Nani? (What?)"

"Masaka? (Could it be?)"

"Ari Nayi! (Impossible!)"

Seeing the ball in Liu Yunfei's arms, the Riqing team felt that the sky was falling.

"really."

"Sure enough?"

Ono Shinji fell to his knees, beating the ground weakly with his hands.

The other Riqing team members also held their heads in their hands, their faces full of disbelief.

"Ah! Ono's godly kick, could it be that the Chinese goalkeeper threw it?" Mikami Eomi covered her mouth with a similarly shocked expression.

"But he's so handsome!"

On the sidelines of the Japanese youth team, Troussier sighed, returned to his seat and sat down
And Qingyun Rongchun was dizzy for a while, and if it wasn't for the assistant's support, he almost didn't fall over.

"Male dei Siga? Unexpectedly, he was caught???" Kato-chan, who had reacted, roared out in surprise.

"How could this be?"

"That was obviously a kick shot by Ono with all his strength."

"How come, how come."

With Liu Yunfei's pounce, I don't know how many fans' determination to win, and I don't know how many fans' hearts they captured.

The Zhongqing goalkeeper stood up with the ball in his arms, and shook his Asian short hair neatly.

Looking at his resolute face, and his complexion comparable to Heigu.

Mikami Yongmei felt her heart pounding when she saw it.

"Fuck!"

"Pretend to be a B!"

"The discussion is empty!"

The sudden explosion of thunder next to his ears almost scared off Liu Yunfei's ball.

"Boss Ezeng, I was wrong."

Liu Yunfei muttered to himself, and hurriedly threw the ball into the air, and swept the ball away with a whip kick.

"Whoosh!!!"

The ball kicked by Liu Yunfei flew like a guided missile, and it landed on the arch of the foot that was raised by the consultation.

"Brother Yi, here!"

According to the reputation, it was Zhao Junzhe who just ran into the middle circle.

"Fuck, I will give it to you if you call me?"

Looking up, there was no support teammate in the frontcourt.

In desperation, the consultation had no choice but to knock the ball horizontally and send the ball to the middle.

"Xiao Zhao, you hold the ball in the trough first? What are you doing?"

Discussion widened his eyes.

I saw Zhao Jun rushing forward from the middle circle to meet the ball with a kick.

The ball flew into the air in an instant and flew towards the gate of the Japanese Youth Team.

"you are"

Zhao Junzheng, who swung his kick, stopped in place like a sculpture until the ball passed the fingertips of Enomoto Tatsuya, who was constantly retreating, and went straight into the Nissin team's net.

"Boss Zeng asked me to hit him!"

Seeing the ball fly into the net, Zhao Jun shrugged his shoulders and then happily ran to the sidelines.

"Well, since Boss Zeng asked you to hit it, then Boss Zeng let you score!"

Shouting his lips, he was not at all interested in Zhao Junzhe's super long-distance lob shot.

Discussion is not a cold, does not mean that other people do not respond.

At the moment when the ball entered the net, Li Hui and Zhao Junhua hugged each other again.

The rest of Chen Jingang had no choice but to put one arm around Zeng Zheng's neck, shouting excitedly.

"Coach Zeng, you are amazing!"

"Your sight is too good, you can see it from such a distance!"

"I didn't even react!"

"Whoosh, Xiao Zhao kicked the ball in with one kick!"

"Hahahaha, Coach Zeng, you are really adding insult to injury, you don't save any face for the little days!"

Over the discussion of giving him an assist, after scoring the goal, Zhao Jun hopped and ran to Zeng Zheng.

"Boss Zeng, Boss Zeng, I'm in, I'm in!"

"Yes, I saw it." Zeng Zheng nodded and said.

"Boss Zeng, if you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have seen the goalkeeper standing so far back in those days."

"You don't need to thank me, your credit is your credit, it has nothing to do with me." Zeng Zheng shook his head.

"That's thanks also to Boss Zeng. If you didn't let me kick so many free kicks, how could I have such hot feet?"

Seeing Zeng Zheng with a calm face, Zhao Junzhe couldn't help discussing with envy.

Brother Yi is so lucky, he can play under such a good coach as Boss Zeng after he started spring.

How nice it would be if I were a soldier under Chief Zeng!
You are looking at the scenery on the bridge, but you don't know that the people watching the scenery are looking at you.

In just a few tens of seconds, the eyes of Xiaorizizi fans all shifted from Liu Yunfei to Zhao Junzhe.

"Wow! This one is whiter and more handsome!"

"Yeah, judging by his face, he looks like a high-ranking official. Maybe his ancestors were officials!"

"Who is this Chinese player? What's his name? Can Ono compare to him?"

"This is the star of Asia!"

The camera focused on Zhao Junzhe's beaming smiling face, and he was fascinated again in an instant.

"Okay, okay, the game is not over yet, let's go back to the field." Zeng Zheng waved his hand impatiently.

Zhao Jun tilted his head, thinking about it too.

Zeng Boss is the man who led the team and coached the World Cup.

It's normal for him to look down on the little Asian Youth Championship goal!
After the middle and young players finished their celebration, when they returned to the field, they found that the opposite Xiaori players were like eggplants beaten by frost, with their heads drooping.

"This is the end?"

"With this little stamina, how dare you play full-court press?"

"What the hell!"

Faced with an opponent who was no longer able to fight back, the middle and young players curled their lips.

In the last 3 minutes of stoppage time, the China Youth team stopped attacking.Constantly dipping in the backcourt, killing time.

The referee looked at the two teams who had no desire to attack, and blew the whistle for the end of the game 30 seconds earlier.

"Beep, beep beep!!!"

The middle and young players who couldn't wait for a long time kicked the ball away immediately, opened their arms one by one, and ran to the sidelines.

"Champion, hahaha~~~ We are the champions!!!"

"Coach Zeng, Coach Chen, Coach Li, Coach Zhao, we are the champions of the Asian Youth Championship!!!"

Although it is a "small" Asian Youth Championship, it is extremely important to these young players, because this is the first truly national championship trophy in their lives.

For the middle and young players present, this championship trophy may be their starting point, or it may be the end point for some.

But at this moment, they are sharing the glory, and there is no difference between them!

After celebrating with the staff and coaches, the players all walked through the plastic track and came to the bottom of the stands to interact with the fans.

"Li Yi, sign me up, your Marseille maneuvers are amazing!"

"Zhao Junzhe, good job, he is indeed the pride of our Liaozu!"

"Deliberation, awesome! We didn't lose our Jianlibao face!"

"Liu Yunfei, Liu Yunfei, ah! Liu Yunfei, I love you, I love you!!!"

Fans held out their hands and chanted the names of their favorite players.

Perhaps before the Asian Youth Championship, none of these young fans knew each other.

But after this final, many young and middle-aged players have become the new idols of the fans and the benchmark for their children.

The Zhongqing team was excited, but the Japanese youth team was as cold as frost.

Including Shinji Ono, countless Nippon Young players wept bitterly.

Qingyun Rongchun led a group of substitutes and teaching assistants back and forth to appease.

In the end, even these substitute players followed the main force and sobbed.

"Let them cry."

Qingyun Rongchun sighed.

"It's okay to cry."

"They're still young."

"Crying now is better than crying in the future!"

When the teaching assistants heard the words, they were all silent and bowed their heads in silence.

Amid the convulsions, Qingyun Rongchun sighed: "Our football journey is still very long!"

In front of the players' tunnel, in front of all cameras and spotlights, Zeng Zheng and Troussier held hands together again.

"Congratulations, Zeng."

"Mr. Omar, thank you for your congratulations."

Troussier, who was smart this time, didn't use his strength, but stared at Zeng Zheng's sunglasses for a long time.

"Mr. Omar, do I have a flower on my nose?"

"No, Zeng." Troussier shook his head, "I just don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

"Why did you score the last goal?" Troussier expressed his doubts, "You could have missed the last goal."

After Liu Yunfei flew to catch Ono Shinji's strong shot, the game can be said to be completely over.

But Zeng Zheng immediately ordered Liu Yun to play big feet quickly, and also reminded Zhao Jun to change the position of the opponent's goalkeeper.

All of this is not like what a leading party should do.

You are 3 to 1 ahead by two goals, can't you be a gentleman and end this game?
Why put salt in your opponent's wounds at the end?
Facing Troussier's question, Zeng Zheng's smile froze on his face.

This is the first time he has been questioned by his opponent.

He knew that not only Troussier would ask, but also the reporters of those little days at the press conference after the game.

But he couldn't tell the truth.

"It's nothing, I just like to hit my opponent! I enjoy the pleasure!" Zeng Zheng shrugged.

"Zeng, I really can't see that you are still BT like this!"

Troussier shook her head and let go.

Perhaps at this moment, he felt that he had misjudged Zeng Zheng.

Looking at the back of the Frenchman leaving, Zeng Zheng's eyes under the sunglasses were also bitter.

Is he really a cruel coach who likes to abuse his opponents?

But if you don't do this, how can you stagnate the development of small life football that is already on the right track?

Zeng Zheng sighed and looked at the cheering stands.

"Uncle Xu, Uncle Xu, that's all I can do now!"

"You have to speed up!"

(End of this chapter)