World Cup of Great Powers

"Iraq scored two goals? All from Emad?"

"That's right, Coach Zeng."

"Tsk tsk, then his number of goals is about the same as Qu Bo's?"

"Well, it's all five."

"It's okay, since there are five of them, then little Bo'er still has a chance."

The players were entering the field, and several members of the coaching staff were discussing the matter of the Golden Boot.

Now both Qu Bo and Emad have 5 goals.

But Qu Bo still had 90 minutes to play, and he still had a chance to overtake his opponent.

But it doesn't matter if you don't score a goal.

Anyway, everyone scored 5 goals, so it's a big deal to share the golden boot.

But goalkeeper coach Xu Tao said at this moment: "Coach Zeng, this year's Asian Youth Championship is not calculated in this way."

"Ah? What the hell?"

"Coach Zeng, Emad now has the same number of goals as Qu Bo, but has two assists. Qu Bo has none. According to the rules of this Asian Youth Championship, if the two have the same number of goals, the one with the most assists will win. Golden Boot."

"Fuck? There's still this rule?"

Tang Pengju was taken aback when he heard this.

This is the first time I listened to the Golden Boot and looked at the number of assists.

Xu Tao nodded solemnly.

"There is indeed such a rule, it is written in the small print below the appendix."

Tang Pengju shook his head after hearing this, "This sand sculpture Asian Youth Competition is still such a moth."

Chen Jingang: "That's right, if it wasn't for Lao Xu taking a second look, we wouldn't know what's going on then!"

Zeng Zheng also smiled, "That's why Coach Xu is more rigorous. He can read through so many rules and regulations patiently, much better than me!"

Xu Tao shook his head, "Come on, Coach Zeng, if it wasn't for your influence, who cares about that stuff! I guess you already knew about it, but you just didn't say it."

Zeng Zheng smiled, but said nothing.

Although Xu Tao was older than him, the flattery was quite comfortable.

Every time there is a competition, some rules and regulations will be issued from above.

This thing is sometimes in English, so many game coaches can't even figure out the schedule and rules and regulations.

Since Zeng Zheng came to power, he has thoroughly required every coach on the coaching staff to be familiar with these things.

It is not a small matter to be ashamed of not being able to answer questions from reporters. If it is because the red and yellow card system is not understood and the main players cannot play in key games, then the problem will become big.

So whenever there is a competition.

As soon as the rules and regulations were in hand, the coaches themselves held an English dictionary and read each translation one by one.

Afraid of missing something.

But this time, after all the calculations, I didn't expect to miss a rule about the Golden Boot in the appendix.

If it weren't for Xu Tao's concern, the coaching staff, including Zeng Zheng, really didn't notice this detail.

Taking this opportunity, Zeng Zheng once again emphasized "discipline", and the game on the court began.

After two semi-finals, the players on both sides looked a little tired.

Although the Iranian team is the host, but in the semi-finals against Iraq to the penalty shootout, it really hurt the root.

At the beginning of the game, the strength of the host was not shown.

The two teams played an attack against each other, and both seemed to be testing each other.

"The Iranian team's home atmosphere is really explosive!"

In the Azadi Stadium, 10 seats have been filled.

Thousands of Chinese fans squeezed into a corner of the stands, so invisible that they were easily overlooked.

The famous "devil's home stadium" in Asia, Azadi is the tomb of every Asian team.

Here, just the sonic boom roared by the fans of the home team can cause substantial damage to the players on the field.

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho ~~~"

There were cheers from the scene.

Under such a huge sound wave, the conversation among several coaches had to be loud.

In this atmosphere, ordinary people don't play football.

Even standing in the middle of the court, I couldn't help my legs trembling.

"You guys can handle it?" Tang Pengju hesitated in the face of this posture.

"If you can't bear it, you have to bear it."

Zeng Zheng waved his hand coolly.

"During the Asian Cup, our home atmosphere was no worse than theirs."

"We have a stadium with 10 people, and we also have 10 fans."

"It's not a bad thing for the lads to see the big scene while they are young."

It makes sense.

But the problem is that for coaches, there are very few opportunities to coach games in such an atmosphere.

So for Tang Pengju and others, they also have to withstand the pressure of the 10 people at home.

This is just a youth team game.

If it is an adult team, at least 10 more people will be squeezed into this 1-person stadium.

In the opening 6 minutes, the Iranian team took the lead in launching a wave of threatening attacks.

Agheri hit the goal of the China Youth Team with a free kick.

Although An Qi couldn't make a save, the ball finally hit the crossbar and flew out of the baseline.

Seeing this shot, more than 9 Iranian fans cheered instantly.

They roared the same unintelligible notes, like some kind of incantation.

The young men of the China Youth Team on the field were like tributes placed on the altar, and their souls were gradually sucked away with a spell.

"Fuck you, blind JB called NMB!"

Yan Song was the first to lose control and yelled at the audience.

Seeing this, Du Wei hurried forward to stop her.

"Fuck, keep your voice down, do you want a red card?"

"Afraid he's a bird? The referee can't understand, what's wrong with me cursing?"

"That's not okay, you have to control your emotions, understand?"

"I'm controlling it!" Yan Song beat Du Wei's hand aside, "It's easy to get sick if you hold it in your heart, and it's okay to vent it like I do. If it's not possible, why don't you yell twice?"

"I'll forget it." Du Wei shook her head.

As the main central defender, he must always keep a clear head.

Looking at the Iranian fans howling around, Zhang Yaokun also complained.

"Are these Arabs crazy?"

"Aren't you timid? He's a Persian!" Xu Liang patted Zhang Yaokun's shoulder, "Persians hate people calling themselves Arabs."

"Yo? That's a good relationship! Then I'll shout in front of them next time."

"Fuck, you're going to die like this? I won't help you then!"

As the atmosphere on the court became stronger and stronger, the physical contact between the two sides also increased.

In the 8th minute, Xu Liang was breaking through with the ball, and after the Iranian players behind caught up, it was a reckless collision.

As a result, Xu Liang stumbled, and the two who couldn't hold back their feet immediately fell to the ground and rolled into a ball.

"Wow~~~"

The Azadi Stadium boiled instantly.

Seeing such a conflict, all Iranian fans were jumping and cursing.

Especially after seeing that the referee only awarded a sideline kick, there was a hint of joy and gratitude in the scolding.

"Boss Zeng, what does their gesture mean?"

Han Tao pointed to the four fingers on the auditorium behind and asked, "When I came here by bus, I saw quite a few."

Zeng Zheng raised his eyebrows and snorted softly, "That's 4 balls."

"4 balls?"

Han Tao was still a little puzzled.

Just as he was about to ask again, Tang Pengju saw that Zeng Zheng's expression was a little off, so he quickly pulled Han Tao aside.

"Xiao Tao, do you still remember the World Cup preliminaries in 97?"

"World preliminaries? What's wrong? Didn't we qualify in the end?"

"It's true that we qualified, but Coach Zeng also happened by chance."

Tang Pengju sighed lightly, "In the two direct confrontations between us and the Iranian team, they both scored four goals!"

Han Tao was silent.

In other words, these Iranian fans are solving the scars of the Chinese team.

"These bastards!"

"Coach Zeng must kick them to death!"

"Fuck, kill them!"

Several young people on the bench couldn't hold back immediately after hearing this.

Rushing to the sidelines to cheer for the players.

Subsequently, the Iranian team took a corner kick.

Originally, such a set kick is also an important means for the Iranian team to score.

But at An Qi's height of more than 1.9 meters, she took the ball off easily.

"Steady first, slow down."

"Don't worry."

"Hit slowly!"

Under Zeng Zheng's command, An Qi fell to the ground directly after taking the ball.

Then, after all the Iranian team members ran out of the penalty area, they threw the ball to Eric Mu on the wing.

After Eric Mu got the ball, he immediately passed the ball to the midfielder Wang Xinxin.

At the same time, Wang Xinxin also raised his hand to express that the rhythm of the attack should be slowed down.

As soon as the Chinese youth team slowed down, the Iranian team quit.

For the Iranian team, they are eager to use a local victory to declare the supremacy of West Asian football.

Faced with the opponent's approach to press, the Chinese youth team members began to take their time in the midfield and backcourt.

It is not until several defenders are lured out that this will send the ball wide and then look for an attacking opportunity.

That's it, until several Iranian players cross the midfield.

Only then did Xu Liang take a big step forward and attack.

At this time, the opponent's formation has been pulled apart.

Even if the opponent wants to engage in physical confrontation, it will take a certain amount of time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xu Liang quickly observed the running positions of his teammates in front of him.

Seeing that the teammates had almost run to their respective positions, before the opponent's defender forced him up, he directly flew a long pass.

boom!
Bang!
Two consecutive beeps.

As soon as Xu Liang took her foot, she was knocked down by the rushing defender.

But the referee has no intention of paying attention to this side.

This 30-meter long pass just flew across the field and came to the other side.

At the same time, Qu Bo had already picked up his speed and rushed towards the ball's landing point.

The Iranian defenders chased desperately.

Even though Qu Bo's speed was at its peak, he still followed within two meters of him.

As soon as the front foot stopped the ball, the opponent's back foot was already in place.

Because it is already close to the Iranian team's restricted area at this time.

The opponent Gao didn't dare to move easily, for fear of giving the China Youth Team a free kick in the frontcourt.

What a Qubo!
He never looked back.

When the opposing defender stretched his legs, he slammed the ball behind him.

Then, with a flash of his body, he directly buckled past the opponent.

"Qubo is having a great time!"

"As expected of the top scorer in this year's Asian Youth Championship!"

Liu Jianhong gave Qu Bo a very high evaluation.

This stop, pull and flash, Qu Bo has already dribbled the ball across the penalty area.

At this time, another Iranian defender barely forced over from the side, trying to prevent Qubo from entering the penalty area.

Seeing a new opponent, he forced him over again.

Qu Bo returned the ball lightly, avoiding the opponent's outstretched feet.

Immediately afterwards, he dashed forward again, and directly got rid of the opponent's close entanglement.

After shaking the opponent away, Qu Bo had already arrived near the top of the restricted area.

Seeing that the neutral position flashed out, Qu Bo did not hesitate at all, and directly raised his heel to shoot a strong shot.

"Whoosh!"

The ball rose from the ground and flew straight to the gate of Iran.

However, this shot was still a bit on the right track.

The Iranian goalkeeper lifted his palms up and lifted the ball over the crossbar.

corner kick!

I saw the Chinese team hit their own goal frame.

The Iranian fans in the stands couldn't help but let out a low cry.

It wasn't until he saw his goalkeeper saving the ball that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, while cheering, they continued to whistle and make various insulting gestures at the middle and young players.

"Bobo, this kick is beautiful!" Yan Song ran forward and patted Qu Bo's shoulder.

"Fuck, it would be nice if the angle was a little bit off!" Qu Bo looked a little regretful, "Can't these flies be quiet for a while?"

"Hahaha, Bobo, there is only one way to keep the flies quiet."

"what way?"

"That's turning flies into dead flies!"

With the corner kick.

The ball was hit by Du Wei first.

But this header was too far.

The ball was pushed directly out of the baseline.

Seeing that there was no threat, the middle and young players immediately faded away like a tide.

This is of course Zeng Zheng's tactic.

Zeng Zheng also carefully considered the lineup sent today.

No matter who the opponent is as the host, the atmosphere at home must not be as good as that of the opponent.

Although it is necessary to shrink the defense, it is passively beaten.

And most importantly, Zeng Zheng grasped the opponent's heart very well.

The opponent is fighting locally, and it is the finals. They will definitely want to win the opponent as soon as possible and control the game.

It is to take advantage of the other party's anxiety.

Zeng Zheng ordered the players to slow down the rhythm as much as possible when attacking.

If you don't pull the opponent's forwards and midfielders across the half, you will not attack if you are killed.

And once more than 3 opponents are pulled out of the overall formation, the China Youth Team must use the gap on the side as soon as possible to attack at the fastest speed.

Let the opponent's frontcourt personnel have no time to run back to participate in the defense, and just complete the shot directly.

Missed a hit and retreated all over.

Except for Qu Bo who stayed around the center circle alone, the other nine outfield players retreated to their own half to participate in the defense.

Offense is 442 and defense is 451.

And the defender must stand firmly in the penalty area.

Neither come out easily, nor let the opponent go out easily.

Unless the Iranian team plays high-altitude balls, there is no way to tear through the defense of the China Youth Team.

And once they made a high pass, Du Wei, Zhang Yaokun and An Qi's air dominance was not a vegetarian.

In fact, regardless of the two matchups in the world preliminaries, the Iranian team took advantage.

But in fact, their fans hate it even more!
Obviously they are sure to win.

However, they were eliminated in the end, allowing the Chinese team to find a loophole.

So they have been holding back their energy, wanting to have a perfect revenge on the Chinese team.

But Zeng Zheng's method of "boiling frogs in warm water" made his opponents quite uncomfortable.

They were already very upset, and the huge boos in the stands of the Azadi Stadium had not stopped since the start of the game.

But under the command of Zeng Zheng, neither the players nor the coaches paid attention to it.

As if they didn't exist.

This is hard.

We are all so hard at mocking you, any of you will make me angry at any rate!

Even if you don't get a red card, you can get a yellow card!
But after 10 minutes, the Zhongqing players seemed to have their ears plugged, and they were still meticulously implementing Zeng Zheng's tactics.

After another shot by Xu Liang was forcibly saved by the Iranian goalkeeper.

The Iranian team was finally in a hurry.