World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 188 Zeng Zheng is Angry

The first game is not good.

On the night when the game ended, Zeng Zheng called Zhang Jilong directly.

"Uncle Zhang, what's the matter?"

"Why does Mao meet Malaysian referees every time he competes?"

"This time I met three at once!"

"It doesn't matter if all three are from Malaysia, what about the bottom line referee?"

"If FIFA doesn't make arrangements, we can't make decisions by ourselves?"

"Arranging two more baseline referees will bring down the AFC?"

"As long as there are two people who don't cross-eyed watching, the score will not be like this."

"I said Uncle Zhang, can we be tougher?"

"Isn't Zheng Menghuai the deputy chair of FIFA?"

"Little days are afraid of them, so are we?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Jilong smiled wryly.

"Xiao Zeng, the AFC is on a par with FIFA."

"Now everyone is busy working hard on FIFA's side, and there may indeed be things that the AFC can't take care of."

It was fine if Zhang Jilong didn't say it, but Zeng Zheng became even more angry when he said it.

Regarding the number of places in the Asian region of the next World Cup in Japan and South Korea, FIFA has already made concessions, reaching 4.5 in the previous life.

But I don't know if the AFC executives are making progress or seeing the Chinese team repeatedly winning world-class championships. Now they have to fight for 0.5 more to make up for the Asian region.

From Zeng Zheng's point of view, there is actually no difference whether there are 4.5 or 5 places in the Asian region.

Even if the fifth place is lucky enough to go to the World Cup, it is just the bottom of the list and the material for others to brush up the data.

Instead of competing for so many places in the finals, it is better to steadily improve the overall strength of Asian football.

Moreover, Zeng Zheng understands the AFC's struggle for international status, but why do you also join in the fun with Chinese bamboo shoes?
Your own team is still suffering, suffering, suffering, and being excluded, so what kind of international aid do you have to do?

Who are you going to do this spectacle for?

"Can you send more people if you can't take care of it?!"

Even if Zhang Jilong, the vice chairman of the AFC, was facing him, Zeng Zheng didn't give him any face.

"Uncle Zhang, how have we all been bullied?"

"Can't you take care of it?"

"Before being bullied by West Asia, Japan and South Korea, and now being bullied by the referee?"

"Is our football team really that strong?"

"Let all our opponents in Asia target us?"

"Uncle Zhang, tell me the truth, are you running out of money?"

"I recently met a big boss. The family is rich. I heard that he is engaged in shipping in Southeast Asia."

"If it doesn't work, I'll introduce you to them."

"Let's invest more in the AFC and donate more officials."

"If you don't take the initiative to bully others, you won't let others always bully us!"

Hearing Zeng Zheng's words, Zhang Jilong couldn't laugh or cry.

"Xiao Zeng, what are you talking about!"

"Donate officials, what do you mean by being an AFC?"

"Let me tell you, we have already reported to the AFC, and the AFC also promised to conduct a strict investigation into this matter. Even if this matter is over, don't hold on to it anymore."

"Speaking of which, I would like to ask you, what happened after the game?"

"What's the matter? Do you still want to fight the referee?"

"It seems that we Chinese all know kung fu, doesn't it?"

As expected of Zhang Jilong.

After years of official career, he quickly seized the opportunity to turn against customers.

When Zhang Jilong asked, Zeng Zheng was also a little dumb.

He was indeed too angry at the time, and the atmosphere on the scene was so high that he couldn't help it.

But no matter what, I did shake my fist at the referee and spit out insults.

After this image was captured by the camera, what kind of adverse effects would it cause if it was not kept in order?

"Well, I was a little excited at the time."

"Excited?" Zhang Jilong's voice hardened.

"Xiao Zeng, this is not the first time you have been the head coach of a national brand."

"Learn to be more calm!"

"The dignified head coach of the Chinese Olympic team asked the referee to perform martial arts after the game. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the news to spread?"

"Don't forget, the clothes you wear represent the image of the country!"

"The whole world is watching your every move."

"Maybe there are some hostile elements behind this, recording your bad scenes, and then modifying them and distributing them, deliberately discrediting our image."

"Tell me, how much trouble has your excitement caused the country?"

Zeng Zheng was completely dumbfounded by Zhang Jilong's rebellion.

Once the hat is buckled, how can he live with this kind of old fritters?
Seeing Zeng Zheng's silence, Zhang Jilong, who had completely controlled the initiative, slowed down.

"Xiao Zeng, before so many famous coaches said they could win against South Korea, didn't they win in the end?"

"If you can draw 1-1, you are already much better than countless seniors!"

"You also know that the youth team is a youth team, and there is a big gap between them and the adult team."

"The South Korean Olympic team is almost as strong as their national team. If you don't have an overage player, it's normal that you can't win."

"I watched the game, at least I didn't lose to others on the scene."

"As you said, if we're lucky, we might win!"

"I know, you are disturbed by the media, and you want to break the Korean-phobia immediately and prove yourself."

"But don't forget, winning or losing is a common matter for military strategists, so don't put so much psychological pressure on yourself."

"And you have to balance your mentality."

"Don't act like you have persecution paranoia, always feel that someone is going to target us."

"Insufficient strength means insufficient strength. This thing is not blown out, but compared."

"And hasn't this been lost yet?"

"When you get back to the home court, it's over if you win back!"

"Come on! Our 'magic coach'!"

Zhang Jilong cut and beat him repeatedly, but in the end Zeng Zheng hung up the phone with a smile on his face.

Not long after hanging up the phone, Zeng Zheng finally recovered.

Magic coach?

Fantastic yarn!
No matter how miraculous I am, how can a referee be miraculous?
No!

Since Zhang Jilong can't count on him, he has to rely on himself!
In a fit of anger, Zeng Zheng edited the two controversial balls into a video and posted it online.

I don't care if you will cause international disputes because of the extra cameras, what the hell!

Let the world see what this game is all about!

Seeing such a clear misjudgment video, aggrieved netizens finally found a breakthrough.

"Black whistle! Black whistle! If it wasn't for black whistle, I would have written the characters upside down!"

"The sticks really don't even want their faces!"

"I didn't expect the Malaysian referees to be so unfriendly to us! I originally wanted to travel to Malaysia in winter, so think about it and refund the ticket!"

"They messed with us, and we want to mess with them too! I hope Lu Jun and Sun Baojie also screwed up Little Life and those West Asian teams!"

"The sticks are too rampant. If things go on like this, they won't play tricks on the World Cup, right? FIFA must investigate them!"

"It seems that I misunderstood Coach Zeng, and I can still play 1-1 like this. The Olympic players really tried their best!"

"When we get back to the home court, let's see how we 'entertain' them!"

On October [-]th, Modu.

Zeng Zheng originally wanted to choose Harbin as his home game.

The stadium facilities there are no worse than those in Shanghai.

But firstly, Harbin is not too cold now, so it cannot take advantage of the climate; secondly, Harbin is too far away and the economy is not developed, so it is very difficult for fans to come here.

In short, the final home game was decided in Shanghai.

On this day, it was foggy in the morning.

At noon, the sky was still overcast, and the sun never showed its face.

In the locker room, Zeng Zheng, who had been taught a lesson by Zhang Jilong, deliberately wore a formal suit.

Speaking of which, this custom-made Armani suit was given by Ms. Qian.

In line with the principle of not wasting anything for nothing, Zeng Zheng directly threw his gecko suit that he had worn for many years into the bottom of the box.

The crocodile leather shoes were polished shiny by Zeng Zheng, and the Goldlion tie was also neatly tied by Zeng Zheng.

Match it with a hair wax. If it weren't for the sunglasses on the bridge of the nose that have not changed for a hundred years, the players almost didn't recognize that this is their own head coach.

"I heard that some media have already started to brag that Bahrain can qualify."

"Why does Bahrain qualify?"

"Go and ask the fans, how many people know about the country of Bahrain?"

The players whispered.

Although I know this is media grandstanding.

But when I heard such news reports, I still felt as uncomfortable as eating flies.

One must know that Zeng Zheng had been bragging for them before the game!
It is said that he is the strongest in Asia, and it is easy to beat the opponent, Barabara.

But in the end?

But still did not break the fear of Korea.

Thinking of this, the team members themselves felt ashamed.

Zeng Zheng changed the subject and continued:

"I received a letter yesterday telling me that I must win this game."

"I said what is the Bahrain team? When will it be the turn of an opponent like Bahrain to become our life and death battle?"

"I told my superiors that I will definitely win, and if I can't win, I will resign."

"Anyway, I blew out the cowhide."

"Today is home again."

"You can figure out what you can play!"

Seeing Zeng Zheng's attitude, Captain Li Weifeng immediately raised his hand and said:

"Don't worry, Boss Zeng, we will definitely win the game today!"

After speaking, he immediately winked at his teammates behind him.

The big guys also raised their hands and shouted loudly.

"Okay, as long as you have the heart."

Zeng Zheng snorted softly, "Let's watch it on the field!"

"Don't let your feet go soft again."

"That can't be!"

Li Weifeng belongs to the master who climbs up with a pole.

Seeing that Zeng Zheng's attitude was a little relaxed, he rubbed his hands and continued:

"Boss Zeng, what should the referee do if he acts like he's on the court again?"

"What should we do?" Zeng Zheng rolled his eyes at Li Weifeng's big head, "Cold salad!"

Suddenly, Zeng Zheng raised his voice.

"If this situation happens again, then you all need to fight hard and score points that the referee can't blow out!"

"Any ball that can be blown off by the referee is not considered a good ball!"

"understand?"

As soon as the game started, the Olympic team launched a fierce attack on Bahrain.

Facing Bahrain, which is weaker than itself, the Olympic Games also showed their level to the fans.

Not only did they play with full momentum, but the overall formation was also maintained very well.

Zhang Xiaorui and Li Jinyu frequently attacked Bahrain's half. However, due to the tenacious defense of the opponents, the competition between the two sides was mainly concentrated in the midfield.

However, just when the Olympic Games wanted to move forward, an accident happened.

In the 10th minute, the Bahrain defender made a pass from the center line.

The striker rubbed his toes and dribbled the ball past Zheng Zhi.

Due to the wet and slippery turf, Zheng Zhi slipped on the soles of his feet when chasing back, and it seemed that he would not be able to catch up.

At the critical moment, Sun Jihai burst out from the other side and successfully protected the ball.

Just as Sun Jihai got stuck, Chen Dong also ran out on the goal line, and slid horizontally towards the ball at Sun Jihai's feet.

Due to too much inertia, Sun Jihai hastily dodged.

In a flash, Chen Dong didn't hug the ball either.

The ball hit Chen Dong's knee and barely bounced out of the penalty area.

At this moment, No. 7 Galar of the Bahrain team quickly inserted from behind Zheng Zhi, faced the empty goal, and succeeded in a light push.

Seeing the goal, the head coach of the Bahrain team, Surman, hadn't reacted immediately, showing an incredible expression of shock.

Afterwards, the 50-year-old coach hugged the assistant coach next to him for the first time, excitedly celebrating this precious away goal.

"Ah!" Liu Jianhong's sigh sounded from the microphone

"Sun Jihai and Chen Dong both hesitated in handling the ball, and did not clear the ball immediately."

"After Chen Dong barely kicked the ball out of the penalty area, Zheng Zhi didn't notice the opponent's forward rushing behind him."

"In the end it resulted in an empty goal pushed by the opponent."

"Such a mistake should not have been made!"

At the same time, the live broadcast footage also found Zeng Zheng on the sidelines.

After seeing such an unexpected goal, Zeng Zheng, who was loudly directing the frontcourt players to run and attack, was immediately petrified on the spot.

The way he opened his mouth dryly made people laugh.

But which of the Chinese fans at the scene could laugh?

The big screen at the scene began to replay the goal, and it slapped Zeng Zheng's face like a slap.

Zeng Zheng in the camera turned around, returned to the bench and sat down.

Under the surprised gazes of Tang Pengju and others, Zeng Zheng took off his suit jacket worth tens of thousands of dollars, and then casually threw it aside.

He also tore off the tie worth thousands of dollars, wrapped it around a few times and threw it away.

He picked up a bottle of Jianlibao with his body, unscrewed the cap and gulped down the bottle without any image.

"What is Coach Zeng doing?"

"give up?"

"Think about it too."

"This team has been praised so much by him, and now it's playing like shit, what else can Coach Zeng say?"

"Let's disband as soon as possible!"

A mistake between a defender and a goalkeeper plunged this so-called Golden Generation Olympic team into an unprecedented crisis.

Zeng Zheng was playing badly on the sidelines, but the assistants and substitutes couldn't sit still.

One by one came to the sidelines and kept cheering for the players.

After the game restarted, the Olympic team passed the ball to Sun Jihai on the wing through two reverse kicks.

After getting the ball, Sun Jihai looked at the frontcourt and made a gesture to kick. The Bahrain players rushing over were obviously inexperienced, so they subconsciously raised their legs to block.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sun Jihai quickly dribbled the ball forward and inserted it along the right lane at high speed.

The Bahraini full-back who came to replace him desperately chased back, but he was always one step behind Sun Jihai.

After chasing for a while, seeing Sun Jihai slowing down, the Bahrain defender hurried forward and tried to pin the former with his legs.

But the latter seemed to have found a pass target, and after taking another step forward, a ground ball swept across Bahrain's goal.

"Sun Jihai dribbled the ball beyond others."

"Bottom line."

"Pass a flat ball."

"Knock the door!!!"

"The ball has been scored!!!"

As Liu Jianhong's surprised voice came, the listeners in front of the radio closed their eyes for an instant, imagining the scene of mountains roaring and tsunami.

Just as they imagined, more than 6 home fans stood up immediately, waved the red flags in their hands, and paid tribute to Li Jinyu, the hero of the goal.

"The ball is in!"

"It was Li Jinyu who scored the goal!"

"Less than 1 minute after the Bahrain team scored, Li Jinyu helped the Olympic Games equalize the score."

"This is a bottom pass from Sun Jihai. Li Jinyu, who grabbed the first point, fell to the ground and scored the ball."

"For this ball, Sun Jihai was very resolute in passing people on the side, and he also chose the crossing route very well."

"We can see that Li Jinyu can grab the front point even when the opponent's defender is close to pressing. This fully shows that Sun Jihai has planned the rushing route for his teammates before passing the ball."

"This ball can be said to be Sun Jihai's work to make up for."

"Now, both players are back on the same starting line"

Although the commentator said so, Zeng Zheng, who was sitting in his seat, still had no intention of getting up.

In the camera, Zeng Zheng crossed his hands in front of his chest, crossed his legs, and looked at the field with his head tilted.

Out of tune with the standing and cheering substitutes and staff around him.

Seeing that Zeng Zheng on the sidelines didn't respond at all, Dayu, who was just about to celebrate, immediately froze.

After simply waving at the fans in the stands, he turned his head and returned to his own half.

After the score was equalized, the momentum of the Olympic team became more vigorous, and Sun Jihai also tasted the sweetness of breaking through from the side.

Recruiting is not new, just work!
After consecutive output breakthroughs, the Bahrain team began to frequently offer corner kicks.

In the 23rd minute, Zhao Junzhe stood in front of the corner flagpole, kicked inward with his right foot, and spun the ball to the opposite side of the goalkeeper.

Seeing the ball flying towards the penalty area in the air, even Liu Jianhong forgot to explain it for the first time.

There was nothing left on the radio, only the noise of the fans at the scene.

"Is this thing broken?"

Listening to the sound of "Zi La" coming from the radio, Uncle Wang couldn't help but picked up the semiconductor and shook it twice, and then stuck it to his ear.

In the next second, there was a thunderous cheer from inside the semiconductor.

"The ball has been scored!!!"

Liu Jianhong, who has always been steady, exclaimed twice in a row today.

"Fuck!!!"

Uncle Wang subconsciously threw the semiconductor in his hand on the bed.

Half a second later, Uncle Wang, who had reacted, grinned again and smiled foolishly.

"I knew it, I knew it!"

"The Olympic team led by Coach Zeng is definitely not bad!"

"2 to 1"

"Li Jinyu!"

"It's Li Jinyu again!"

Liu Jianhong called out the name of the scorer.

He had already called out this name not long ago.

"Boss Zeng, I scored again!!"

This time, Li Jinyu yelled and rushed to the sidelines.

Those who greeted him were still substitute teammates and several staff members.

"Dayu, you played well."

"Niu, Dayu, scored twice!"

"It's amazing, this ball is top... tsk tsk tsk"

After simply hugging the assistant coach and several teammates, Li Jinyu asked cautiously:

"Uh Taozi, what did Boss Zeng say?"

Han Tao turned his head and glanced at Zeng Zheng who was on the bench.

"Boss Zeng is still angry!"

"Then I'd better go back quickly!"

After Li Jinyu finished speaking, he pushed everyone away, and ran back to the arena in a "desperate" manner.

".It's Li Jinyu again!"

"The ball was shaken by Li Weifeng at the front point, which interfered with the Bahrain goalkeeper's judgment."

"Li Jinyu took the ball from the back and went outside the instep, and then quickly shot successfully."

"Although he hasn't scored a goal in Turin yet, Li Jinyu's performance in the quarterfinals this time is very impressive."

During the intermission, the players who returned to the locker room did not dare to take a breath.

Zeng Zheng didn't explain the tactics, but the old god was sitting on the chair beside him, dozing against the wall.

When everyone saw Zeng Zheng like this, they didn't say a word, for fear of raising eyebrows.

Until the second half of the game was about to start, Tang Pengju finally couldn't stand it anymore, and came to Zeng Zheng and whispered:
"Xiao Zeng, no matter what, the players have brought the score back, at least they have won now."

"The second half is about to start, and the team members are waiting for you to say a few words!"

two words?
Zeng Zheng opened his eyelids, looked at the trembling team members in the room, and gave a soft snort:
"win?"

"Winning one is ashamed to call it a win?"

"laugh!"

Hearing Zeng Zheng's ridicule, the locker room fell silent.

Everyone blushed and clenched their fists.

Especially the few members of Jianlibao, they can't wait to find a crack in the ground and get in.

In the second half, they changed sides and fought again.

Bahrain changed the formation of 541 to 442, intending to strengthen the offense.

While pressing forward as a whole, the fight was also strengthened.

In this way, the Olympic team will get more offensive opportunities.

In the 51st minute, Zhang Yuhan, who had been sleepwalking in the first half, finally rose up.

Jumping high in the Bahrain penalty area, regardless of the pulling and double-teaming of two Bahrain players, the lion shook his head and scored the ball into the Bahrain team's goal.

Just 5 minutes later, it was another set kick from Zhao Junzhe.

This time, Zhao Junzhe saw that the opponent's goalkeeper was standing too far to one side, and kicked the ball in an arc over the top.

The ball went over the Bahrain team's wall and went straight into the net.

4 is better than 1!

With this score, the National Olympics can basically be said to have sealed the victory.

The difference of 3 goals brought the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.

Even after the re-kick-off, the voices of the fans are still endless.

Hearing the cheers of the mountains and tsunami, Tang Pengju walked quickly to Zeng Zheng's side and said softly:

"Xiao Zeng, you are using a real bully in this aggressive method!"

"In less than a short while, we led by 3 goals."

"Don't say it, it's really impossible for these little bastards not to get excited!"

Listening to Tang Pengju's teasing, Zeng Zheng still folded his arms, expressionless.

Tang Pengju looked and looked, and then asked cautiously: "Xiao Zeng, don't tell me, you are still not satisfied after chasing four people!"

"Coach Tang, replace Zhang Yuxie and let Wang Peng go up and kick."

Zhang Yuxie?
Tang Pengju looked back at Zhang Yuxie who had just found his status, hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't let him look for his status anymore?"

"Give him enough time!" Zeng Zheng's answer was still concise, "Olympic opponents will not give him so much time."

Tang Pengju sighed, "Okay, you are the head coach, I will listen to you."

Seeing that Zeng Zheng even replaced those who scored goals, the players on the field felt chills in their backs again.

"Dahei, Boss Zeng is still angry!" Li Jinyu whispered.

"Then why are you still standing there? Hurry up and seize the opportunity to get in a few more!" Zhang Xiaorui also looked terrified.

After Wang Peng played, Zhang Xiaorui began to expand his scope of activities.

Not only attacking the opponent's penalty area, but also often returning to the backcourt to participate in the defense, and passing good balls from time to time.

Soon, Zhang Xiaorui's assist played a role.

Wang Peng, who had just started playing, pulled the ball and turned around after receiving a through ball from Zhang Xiaorui. As soon as he turned halfway, he keenly found an opportunity and followed up with a strafing shot.

The goalkeeper of the Bahrain team had no time to react and watched the ball go into the net.

5 is better than 1!

The Olympic team scored a stunning score at home.

As soon as Wang Peng scored a goal, Zhang Xiaorui was substituted by Sui Dongliang.

After a while, Zeng Zheng made another substitution adjustment.

Use the last substitution card to replace Li Jinyu, the scoring hero who scored twice, and replace Li Yi.

At the same time, the formation of the Olympic team began to retreat gradually.

After Zhang Ran's position was pressed, it became a 532, a proper defensive formation.

Although Bahrain is fully prepared, the physical fitness of the players from afar is really a big problem.

Just 70 minutes into the second half, one player developed thigh cramps due to excessive physical exertion.

Faced with such a situation, the head coach of the Bahrain team also bowed his head and remained silent.

However, under Zeng Zheng's tactics of gradually retreating and preserving strength, the Olympic team did not make any more goals in the remaining 20 minutes.

In the end, the Olympic team overtook their opponents with a big score of 5 to 1 at home and won the first victory in the top nine games of this year.

After the game, the fans at the scene continued to give the warmest applause to the Olympic boys on the field.

The players, like students who failed their exams, hurried into the player tunnel after briefly thanking the fans.

At the press conference, facing the joyful reporters in the audience, Zeng Zheng pointed into the microphone indifferently:

"Nothing to be happy about."

"You can concede a goal against Bahrain at home."

"Let's celebrate after scoring this score in the next game against South Korea!"

After speaking, Zeng Zheng stood up, patted his buttocks and left the press conference.

After Zeng Zheng left, everyone's eyes were on Li Weifeng again.

Facing the camera, Li Weifeng had a mournful face.

"You can ask whatever you want, I'm sure I'll tell you everything, try to let me go back later"

(End of this chapter)