World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 130
"Zeng Zheng, Zeng Zheng!"

Before Ma Yuanan and Wang Junsheng arrived, their voices came first.

"Did you give medicine to the women's football team?"

Wang Junsheng glared at Zeng Zheng angrily.

"Ah, I ate."

"What brand? Show me!"

Zeng Zheng threw away the antipyretics from a well-known domestic manufacturer that had been replaced long ago.

"this one."

"this one?"

"Which one else could it be?" Zeng Zheng rolled his eyes, "If this can detect doping, then why don't we kick this Asian Games, let's go back to China and report it! You will definitely get a lot of bonuses!"

Wang and Ma looked at each other, it's really hard to say.

The few in front of Fan Yunjie who had diarrhea, colds and fevers were sent to the hospital for normal medication under the medical certificate issued by the local doctor.

But this time Zeng Zheng made the decision without authorization.

However, considering Zeng Zheng's status, the coach seems to really have this power.

You can't just watch the team members have a high fever, can you?
If you hold on, it will burn your head!

This has happened many times in the history of Chinese sports.

"If this medicine expires, let's see what I do with you!"

Wang Junsheng cursed in a low voice, which was a step down for both parties.

As long as tomorrow's urine test passes, the matter will be over.

"Don't worry, the urine test will definitely pass!" Zeng Zheng was full of confidence.

"Why?" Wang Junsheng asked curiously.

"Because I've eaten men's football long before I came here!" Zeng Zheng blinked, "Today the men's football urine test is fine, but the women's football must be okay!"

"You!!!" Hearing this, Wang Junsheng almost fainted out of breath.

After being supported by Ma Yuanan, Wang Junsheng swore in his heart.

After returning from the Asian Games this time, a meeting must be held to thoroughly teach these national coaches.

Tell them what they can and cannot do.

After a busy night, looking at the women's football girls falling asleep, Wang Jun and several coaches were relieved.

"Team leader, Sister Fan and the others have already subsided their fever."

Liu Ailing handed the thermometer to Wang Junsheng.

Under the incandescent lamp, Wang Junsheng squinted his eyes and looked at the mercury scale on the thermometer.

Zeng Zheng hugged his shoulders.

Minor ailments such as cold, fever, running stomach and diarrhea can be cured the next night after the system is released, without delaying the next day's game at all.

Now it depends on whether Ma Yuan'an dares to employ people.

But it's still the group stage, and the opponents are very weak.

With the strength of the women's football team, all substitutes can win.

"Okay, then have a good rest tonight."

Wang Junsheng nodded, and then said with concern, "Take care of each other at night, don't catch cold or anything."

joke.

Can you catch a cold in this ghostly weather in Thailand?
But after all, it was the team leader's concern. The women's football team nodded and sent the male coaches out of the women's dormitory.

In the corridor, Sun Wen grabbed Zeng Zheng who was at the end.

"Xiaowen, is there anything else?"

"Thank you, Coach Zeng, if it wasn't for you."

"Hi! Don't mention this! I am your coach, this is what I should do!"

Sun Wen nodded and bowed to Zeng Zheng again.

After she raised her head, the sassy look on the field in the past appeared on her face.

"Coach Zeng, do you have any good tactics?"

"Don't just think about men's football, give us women's football advice too!"

Seeing Sun Wen's playful appearance, Zeng Zheng was sweating profusely.

"Xiaowen, do you still use other people's tricks for the women's football team to play in the Asian Games?"

"You can win the championship without a coach!"

"It's not like the guys in the men's football team who don't live up to expectations. I slipped away and let Cambodia score a goal."

"After returning to China, the media may not know how to bury me."

"I estimate that this will definitely become the biggest stain in my coaching history!"

Seeing Zeng Zheng's look of bitterness and hatred, Sun Wen burst into laughter with a "puchi".

He put his elbow on Zeng Zheng's chest, and deliberately said in an incriminating tone: "Coach Zeng, just blow it up, who doesn't know that you don't like our women's football?"

"Ah? Where did you say that?" Zeng Zheng quickly raised his hand in surrender.

If this hat is taken off, Zeng Zheng will never be able to stand up for the rest of his life.

"Last year we went to Australia for a training camp, and you didn't even come if you were asked to come. Isn't it because you don't like what our women's football is?"

"Ah? You still know about this?!" Zeng Zheng looked embarrassed.

After the top ten games last year, Zeng Zheng rejected the arrangement of bamboo shoes three times, including the position of assistant coach of women's football.

But this matter was a one-way communication between Zeng Zheng and Wang Junsheng, and no one knew about it, let alone reported it in the newspaper.

Now it seems that Wang Junsheng must have revealed the news in advance.

In the end, Zeng Zheng didn't give him any face.

"Yes, at that time, rumors spread in our team that a young and capable coach came to lead our team."

"The results of it?"

"Hmph! Look at the coaches like Zhu Xie, which one is worthy of the word 'young'?"

Zeng Zheng was sweating profusely.

I can't wait to be ten or 20 years old immediately.

"Hey, Xiaowen, you are wrong."

"It's true that I'm young, but I'm inexperienced!"

"Think about it."

"Zhu Xie relies on your women's football team to earn a lot of face. Who dares to delay your results?"

"Even if I want to, I'm not qualified enough!"

However, Sun Wen did not mean to spare Zeng Zheng.

He raised his eyebrows, "If the champions of the Toulon Cup and the Asian Youth Championship are not qualified, are they not qualified for the top [-] of the World Cup?"

"Uh..." Zeng Zheng was left speechless by the question.

Seeing Sun Wen being so "aggressive", Zeng Zheng had no choice but to say, "Then let's do this."

"If you can win the Asian Games championship this time, I will consider serving as your assistant."

Hearing Zeng Zheng's promise, Sun Wen stretched out his little finger without saying a word.

"A gentleman's word!"

"Uh"

Seeing the other party stretching his little finger so smoothly, Zeng Zheng suddenly felt that he had been fooled.

Sun Wen raised his eyebrows, "Coach Zeng, don't you want to go back on your word?"

Zeng Zheng had no choice but to stick out his little finger and hook it.

"Hurry up and whip!"

"Heck, then don't disturb Coach Zeng's rest!"

Seeing Sun Wen's leaving back, Zeng Zheng's brain PU was running fast.

Could this be another trick that Xu and Wang set up for themselves?

Seeing Sun Wen returning to the dormitory humming a song, Liu Ailing and several other women's football girls immediately stepped forward and asked, "How is it, Xiaowen, is it done?"

Sun Wen complacently made an "OK" gesture.

In an instant, the female dormitory exploded.

"Oye!"

"Okay!"

"With coach Xiao Zeng leading the team, we will be able to secure the World Cup next year!"

The next second, everyone bent down again and put their index fingers to their mouths.

"Shh~~~ Keep your voice down, don't wake up the patient."

In an event like the Asian Games, the group does not have any strong opponents.

The whole team is also very relaxed.

On December 12th, at the Rajamangala National Stadium in Bangkok, the second opponent of the group is Lebanon.

In the 45 minutes of the first half alone, the Chinese team shot 16 shots, 11 of which hit the goal frame, scoring 4 goals.

In the second half, they changed sides and fought again, and the international players fell into a vicious circle of tightening first and then loosening, and were overwhelmed by a round of Lebanese artillery fire.

In the 53rd minute, the Lebanese forward shot from a small angle, and Li Jian threw the ball away.

Lebanon scored a supplementary shot on the 20th and regained one point.

Seeing Lebanon's goal, everyone subconsciously turned their attention to Zeng Zheng who was sitting on the bench and reading the newspaper.

After discovering that Zeng Zheng hadn't made any moves, the 11 players on the field breathed a sigh of relief and reorganized the game.

"Coach Zeng, are you not angry today?" Ou Chuliang asked with a smile.

"Get angry? Are you still angry?" Zeng Zheng put away the newspaper, crossed his legs and said calmly, "The boys didn't take me seriously last time when I got angry. Is it still useful to get angry this time?"

"What does Coach Zeng mean to spare them this time?"

"Forgive? Forgive him a B!" Zeng Zheng slammed the newspaper, "Not one of the punishments that should be given!"

"TMD, you really think I'm easy to talk, don't you?"

Seeing that Ou Chuliang was taken aback, Zeng Zheng curled his lips, "I'm sorry, Brother Ou, I'm used to scolding."

"Actually, the ball was quite floating, and Li Jian let it go."

Seeing that Ou Chuliang wanted to excuse the players, Zeng Zheng waved his hand to stop him.

"Brother Ou, you don't need to speak for them, I know what's going on."

"These brats are used to it!"

"If they don't let them have a long memory, they won't know what to do when they grow up!"

"I have to make a rule when I go back tonight, a rule that will hurt them."

"If you play like this again, you don't know how you will die in the knockout round!"

The game was finally fixed at 5 to 1.

Compared with Cambodia, Lebanon still has certain strength.

Although the international footballers wanted to make up for some face by scoring goals after losing the ball, they didn't score again until the end of the game.

In the end, the Lebanese defender made a clearance error and gave the Chinese team an own goal.

Otherwise, the score in the second half would have to be "0 to 1" again.

At the press conference after the game, before the reporters could use the words "lost to Lebanon" to ridicule Zeng Zheng, they found that Zeng Zheng took the initiative to pick up the microphone.

"Ah, well, there's nothing to say."

"To make the same mistake as last time, our whole team is responsible."

"First of all, this head coach of mine."

As he spoke, Zeng Zheng took out a clipper from his pocket.

In front of all the reporters, he turned on the switch and pushed it up from the top of his head.

When in Brazil, Zeng Zheng was the hair stylist for these players.

Pushing his own head up is also extremely skillful, with two or three clicks, a big bald head appears in front of everyone.

He took out a small mirror and took a picture. After finding that there was no blind spot, Zeng Zheng shouted at the gate of the press conference.

"Why are you still standing? Why did you ask me to call names?"

Everyone looked at the reputation and saw a row of players standing outside the door of the press conference, exactly the 11 players on the field when the ball was lost.

"Li Jian, come in for me!"

Li Jian bowed his head and came to Zeng Zheng.

In front of all the media and flashing lights, he was shaved into a big bald head in a few seconds.

Seeing Zeng Zheng like this, the reporters stopped talking, and the opposing head coach stopped speaking.

Looking at Zeng Zheng like this, he shaved all 11 team members into monks.

After shaving the last one, Zeng Zheng fastened the big plastic bag full of hair, and said loudly.

"Today's 'lose', the whole team apologized."

"The media and journalist friends present please supervise."

"If you continue to play like this in the end, there will be even harsher punishments!"

(End of this chapter)