World Cup of Great Powers

"Good kick!"

"make persistent efforts!"

Before the door of the locker room was pushed open, everyone heard Zeng Zheng's encouragement.

The 1-1 score did not meet Zeng Zheng's original tactical intention, but the momentum of the Chinese team in the first half shocked fans around the world.

Perhaps after the opening game, some people will still think that although the Chinese team is lucky, it is actually an Asian team at best;
But now, after seeing the strong confrontation between the Chinese team and the Danish team, no one anymore thinks that the Chinese team is a weakling.

Evenly matched with Denmark?
Is this the true strength of the Chinese team?

If so, then maybe the Chinese team really has a chance to win the championship!
However, no matter how proud and satisfied the fans are with their team's performance; after Zeng Zheng's praise, the focus still has to be on the second half of the game.

In the first half, Denmark was already at a "disadvantage" as they failed to steal the lead.

Now the Danes came to their senses.

After a "bloody" first half, Olson was able to formulate many tactics for his team at halftime.

One of them is to stick to the score and tie with the Chinese team.

For Denmark, which has won two games in a row and has already qualified early, their biggest task is still to preserve their strength.

Qualifying hand in hand with the Chinese team is the best result for the Danish team.

"I'm very satisfied with your performance in the first half!"

Zeng Zheng controlled the laptop and projected it on the small blackboard.

"But the performance was good, but our tactical objectives were not achieved."

"In addition to hitting the goal frame, we actually made a lot of mistakes ourselves in the first half."

"We have practiced it many times in training. During the game, you have to raise your head to play. Don't always focus on the ball at your feet and your teammates. That is too stupid."

"If you pass the ball in the midfield more efficiently, we can attack more times."

It is no exaggeration to say that these players have been carefully crafted by Zeng Zheng over the years.

Zeng Zheng was well aware of their specialties and abilities, and he was very strict with them.

Of course, these players also used their own practical actions to repay Zeng Zheng's almost harsh requirements.

Juventus, Roma, Sevilla, Manchester City, Schalke 04, PSV.
The main players of these well-known European clubs are Zeng Zheng's confidence in defeating his opponents.

"Another point is that Zheng Zhi, your running is not enough."

Zeng Zheng named Zheng Zhi.

"Give me an extra 5 meters before and after."

"Why, I arranged for you to take a long shot?"

"If I want to hit a long-range shot, which one next to you is not better than you in long-range shooting ability? Can I use you?"

“Remember, your role is to pull, and keep pulling.”

"And don't always run in straight lines, diagonals, even curves, and roundabouts, just run them in place for me!"

"I'm giving you the right to shoot, but you can't abuse it."

"At the critical moment, I have to check my teammates' movements and pass the ball to me when it's time to pass. Do you understand?"

Zheng Zhi nodded seriously.

"Resolutely complete the task!"

Teammates all knew Zheng Zhi's mission, and many reached out and patted his body.

Normally, Zheng Zhi should only come on the scene in the second half and use this set of moves to beat opponents with poor physical fitness.

However, Li Xiaopeng's early departure forced Zeng Zheng to use Zheng Zhi in advance.

Don't underestimate these 20 minutes.

With the running intensity Zeng Zheng arranged for Zheng Zhi, these 20 minutes might kill him!

"Denmark will not necessarily continue to attack in the second half."

Zeng Zheng analyzed, "But one thing is for sure, they will never let us score easily again, and after losing the ball, they will definitely launch a thunderous counterattack."

"So we can be more stable after the start and have a better success rate."

"Relying on Zheng Zhi's pull, he first consumes the opponent's physical strength and patience, disrupts the opponent's rhythm, and then delivers a fatal blow."

"If we can still take the lead in the second half, don't retreat immediately."

"Control the rhythm first, slow down the situation, and start defending from the midfield."

"We cannot retreat to the 30-meter area all at once, nor can we continue to attack without hesitation."

"Do you understand everything?"

"I understand!!!" Everyone shouted in unison.

These team members still trust Zeng Zheng as always.

On the way back to the court, Chi Shangbin expressed his worries.

"Xiao Zeng, 1 to 1 is actually very good. After all, we have already shown our own attitude."

"Look, can we accept this score?"

"Don't forget we can qualify if we draw!"

Zeng Zheng smiled upon hearing this.

"Coach Chi, we have worked hard to this point. If you want to quit, Denmark may not agree to it!"

As he said that, Zeng Zheng pointed to Olsen who was not far away, "We played like that for them in the first half, and even gave them a yellow card for the two main midfielders."

"Do you think they can swallow this breath?"

"Once they realize that we have the intention to give up the attack, Denmark will definitely wait for an opportunity to get one of us."

"You saw their long-range shots, headers and single shots in the first half. They still have a lot of scoring methods!"

Chi Shangbin stopped talking after hearing this.

He couldn't help but start to wonder if Li Xiaopeng would have suffered a fracture and been sent to the hospital if Zeng Zheng had accepted a draw from the beginning.

After the restart in the second half, Denmark stepped up their midfield fight as Zeng Zheng expected.

Under Olson's frequent shouts and command, two "seniors" Grochar and Romedal continued to press forward, forcing the Chinese team to pass the ball hastily.

If the Chinese team wants to attack, it must first neutralize the opponent's midfield attack.

As a result, the anxiety after the start of the game was concentrated in the midfield, and the goals of both sides became relatively safe.

Olsen is worthy of being a World Cup coach.

He knew very well that although the Chinese team wanted to win, they would never dare to attack rashly.

France and Senegal have yet to score a goal.

If Senegal really wins, the Chinese team may really capsize in the gutter.

Therefore, Olson neither strengthened the frontcourt offense nor piled up the backcourt defense, but let the Chinese team fall into the midfield quagmire.

To advance can be attacked, and retreat can be defended.

For Denmark, a draw means victory!

"This Danish coach is not easy!" Chi Shangbin couldn't help but praise.

"It's not that he is not simple, but the Danish team has an advantage." Zeng Zheng shook his head.

If the Chinese team had won the first two games, then this game would never have been so fierce.

"Xiao Zeng, do you want someone else?"

"No, just warm up normally. It's not time for substitutions yet."

Yang Cheng looked at the time.

The second half only lasted 10 minutes, which was still far from the second substitution time he designed.

In these 10 minutes, the two sides were "peaceful" in the midfield, which was far less thrilling than the first half in front of their respective goals.

Olson took a sip of mineral water and smiled.

In the 15 minutes of midfield, he calculated the situation clearly.

"If the Chinese team wants to break the game and continue attacking, they have to rely on substitutions."

"But, they already used one substitution in the first half."

"No matter how you change it, you can't escape my grasp!"

This was true in theory, but in reality, Olson still miscalculated a move.

On the 55th minute,

Denmark committed a foul during the steal.

Faced with double-teaming by two opponents, Zheng Zhi bent down and protected the ball.

Seeing that his opponent's patience had been exhausted, the young national football player forcefully touched his feet and tried to rush out between the two.

How could the grumpy Toftin let him go?

In desperation, he stretched out his legs and tripped Zheng Zhi to the ground.

"Beep!!!"

The whistle sounded.

The Danish team received another yellow card!
Seeing the referee show the yellow card, Olson's eyes darkened again.

If this continues, there will be no winner in this game!
How can we kick out all the yellow cards?
If this continues, someone in the Danish team will be suspended due to accumulated yellow cards in the next game!

This will not work!

What made Olson even more "heartbroken" was that Zheng Zhi, who was covering his legs and moaning on the ground, was decisively pulled up by his teammates after seeing the yellow card, and continued to run rampant in the midfield like nothing happened.

Just because Zheng Zhi ran without leaving any room, the Danish team's midfield defense soon became loose.

In the 59th minute, the Chinese team finally kicked a decent goal in the second half.

It's a pity that Zhang Xiaorui's shot from the penalty area line was not powerful.

After the ball bounced off the ground, it was firmly held by Sorensen who moved to the near corner.

Although it failed to pose a threat, this shot inside the goal frame once again aroused the fighting spirit of the fans.

"China team, come on! China team, come on!!!"

In the stands, Rossi and other fans danced with big flags in their hands.

At this moment, they forgot the conservative idea of ​​"qualifying with a draw". All they saw were Chinese players working hard for victory.

After having a goal attack experience, the Chinese team continuously broke through the Danish team's midfield defense and launched attacks.

This time, it was still thanks to Zheng Zhi's constant pulling that Li Jinyu found the opportunity to break through.

I saw this Roma midfield master moving around the Danish team's penalty area, changing directions in two consecutive small areas, and actually broke into the opponent's penalty area.

After a sudden stop that hurt his knees, Li Jinyu shook Henriksen away.

He spotted the gap and handed the ball to Zheng Zhi, who was running in from the wing.

However, Helweger saw the passing route of the ball in advance. The Danish defender used his body to block Zheng Zhi. It was not until he fell to the ground and poked the ball that both of them fell in the penalty area.

Zheng Zhi's fall in the opponent's penalty area brought another climax to the game.

However, before and after the referee stepped forward, he did not make any penalty.

"It was a clean tackle and the referee didn't say anything."

"Looking at the slow-motion replay, it was indeed a good goal."

"If Helvig had been slower, he might have actually plowed Zheng Zhi's foot."

Seeing that there was no red dot package, the Chinese fans were disappointed.

But soon, their hearts were lifted by the Danish team's counterattack.

Since the Chinese team pressed forward across the board this time, the Danes' counterattack was unimpeded and soon reached the frontcourt, forming a 3-on-3 situation.

Faced with General Fan who was close to him, Sander only used a fake run, then changed direction to shake the opponent, and successfully received the pass from his teammate.

"Xander shake off."

"Knock the door!!!"

"Ouch, it hit the pillar and bounced back."

The powerful and heavy shot made the door frame behind Ou Chuliang buzz.

In fact, the moment Sander took off, Ou Chuliang stopped on the spot.

There was nothing I could do, the kick was too hard and too close, and normal people couldn't react at all.

When Ou Chuliang turned around, the ball had already hit the far post, then passed close to the goal line, passed by the other goal post, and rolled out of the penalty area.

"Denmark hit the post twice today."

"The Chinese team is so lucky!"

In the shot, Sander holds the back of his head with his hands.

He also didn't expect that such a good opportunity was blocked by the door frame.

"Hey, the Chinese team is about to make a substitution!"

Huang Jianxiang exclaimed, and all the eyes of the world were focused on the Chinese team's coaching bench.

"Ah this."

"Standing next to Coach Zeng is Su Maozhen."

"The Chinese team is going to replace a forward."

"Who is being replaced?"

"Yang Chen!"

"Yang Chen of the Chinese team was replaced and replaced by Maozhen from Luneng."

"It seems that the Chinese team is going to step up its offense."

Zeng Zheng's substitution left everyone confused.

I know you want to attack, but are you too aggressive?
So impatient to change striker?

What do you think we are?

However, in the next scene, what happened on the court made Olson feel cold.

In the 62nd minute, Sun Jihai turned around again and got rid of his opponent's defense.

After getting out of the gap, Sun Jihai made a direct pass.

Mao Zhen, who just came on the field, touched the ball for the first time and used his head to head the ball toward the Danish team's goal.

Sorensen almost threw his entire body, leaned back as far as possible, and extended his right arm.

Finally, before the ball hit the goal line, it was finally blocked by Sorensen's glove and flew over the crossbar.

The next second, the Danish goalkeeper's back fell hard to the ground.

In order to save the ball, he didn't even prepare to fall to the ground.

Pfft! ! !
Sorensen's body hit the ground hard.

After a while, he was helped up by his teammates.

"Sukuma Makoto!"

"Header!"

"Sorensen has done a great job."

"The ball almost missed the goal and was scored."

In the slow-motion replay, Su Mao was really overwhelming Henriksen. He twisted his waist in the air and paused for almost a second before using a head shake, which almost penetrated the opponent's door.

"It's time for a substitution in the Danish team."

However, what everyone did not expect was that Denmark's subsequent substitution also included a forward.

"The 8th-good Grenjaer was replaced and replaced by the 10th-ranked Martin Jorgensen."

"This is a wide player from Udinese."

"It seems that Denmark also wants to strengthen its attack."

The two sides were attacking each other, and it seemed that they were really angry.

At this moment, Han Tao hurried to Zeng Zheng's side.

"Zeng, Boss Zeng!"

Seeing Han Tao's panicked look, Zeng Zheng had already guessed what he was going to say.

"Don't panic, don't be anxious, speak slowly."

Han Tao's eyelids were drooped, his face was red, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

He has a high fever these days and has been playing sick.

But looking at his anxious look at this moment, he must have received some terrible news.

"Boss Zeng"

"Senegal scored."

Senegal scored? ? ?
With one sentence, everyone around Zeng Zheng was stunned.

what's the situation?
How can it be?

That's the world champion!
Zidane also appeared.

How come Senegal is ahead?

In this World Cup, the French team has lost two games in a row.

Although the chance to advance to the group has been lost, in this third game, we should fight for honor, right?
Fans all over the world are watching!
Do you want to lie down in ruins?
You don’t even have the face!
Meanwhile, the news was spreading elsewhere on the field.

In the VIP stands, Xu and Wang immediately clasped their fingers and calculated the qualifying situation of Group A.

"The Chinese team originally had a goal difference of 1, and Senegal had a goal difference of -1."

"If the Chinese team loses one and Senegal wins one, then Senegal's goal difference will be tied with the Chinese team."

"Old Xu, if the goal difference is going to be a tie, how should we calculate it?"

"Compare the number of goals scored." Xu Fang said.

"Who has more goals and who has less goals?"

"We have more." Xu Fang's answer reassured Wang Junsheng again, "We scored three goals in the first game and one in the second game, and the total number of goals was 4; Senegal scored one goal in the first game and one goal in the second game. , the total number of goals is 2. We have two more goals than them!"

"Oh oh oh, that's it, then I'll feel at ease."

Wang Junsheng stroked his chest.

Even if Senegal wins 1-0 and ours loses 1-2, the Chinese team will advance.

"Xiao Zeng is really amazing!" Wang Junsheng praised, "Those media said that we have a good chance of qualifying, but now we calculate it, it turns out that we have such a good chance of qualifying! It has to be Xiao Zeng, hahahahaha~ ~~"

As soon as Wang Junsheng's laughter fell, Xu Fang immediately poured cold water on him.

"Old Wang, don't laugh so early. Now Senegal has taken the first step. If they score another one, we will be in danger."

"Another one?"

"That's right! If Senegal beats France 2-0 and we happen to be scored one goal by Denmark, we will be the ones who are eliminated in the end!"

"Don't be careless!!!"

It has always been a Chinese tradition to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

After Xu Fang said this, Wang Junsheng really started to think seriously.

The French team has been eliminated, and Senegal is also known as the "French second team".

For the sake of domestic fans, the French team may really be willing to do a favor and lose another goal to Senegal.

Losing one is also losing, and losing two is also losing.

Anyway, the French team has no face, who knows what they will do?
"If this is the case, then quickly remind Xiao Zeng and ask him to defend himself!"

"The pillar like before was too scary."

"If Denmark really scores a goal, we will be passive!"

With that said, Wang Junsheng wanted to send someone to remind Zeng Zheng.

Before the secretary agreed, Xu Fang stopped him.

"Junsheng, what are you doing?"

"Have you forgotten what we discussed before?"

"Believe in Xiao Zeng no matter what!"

"Can't we do this?" "But" faced Xu Fang's question, Wang Junsheng fell silent.

Wang Junsheng muttered as he looked at the Danish team, which was gradually attacking on the field.

"Okay. It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. Let's go crazy with him this time and see where that kid can take the Chinese team!"

Jorgensen's appearance helped the Danish team open up the wing attack.

Two consecutive attacks were intercepted only after they reached the Chinese team's penalty area.

The Chinese team also began to frequently use crosses and set pieces from the wing to launch offensives.

In the first half, most of Yang Chen's high-altitude balls were ferry shots. Now that he has replaced the former Mao Mao, the golden-headed Lao Mao is more likely to head the ball directly towards the opponent's door.

Seeing the ball pass in front of his home gate again, Olson jumped in anger.

Our players are so tall and powerful, how come they are frequently grabbed by the opponent's center?
Was it the kid who took the corner kick who passed it accurately?
still is
Watching the players passing by him running and panting, Olson finally realized something was wrong.

"When did the team members' physical fitness drop so drastically?"

In the 67th minute, Zheng Zhi took a long shot from the penalty area line and hit the ball into the stands.

The moment the ball flew out of the baseline, at least four Danish defenders breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Upon seeing this, Olson finally understood and gritted his teeth and said:
"That No. 8 on the Chinese team is so good at running!"

"He brought down our entire midfield alone!"

That's right, Zheng Zhi is definitely the busiest person in charge of the whole place.

When defending, he can retreat to the small penalty area line; when attacking, he will also rush into the opponent's penalty area to outflank.

Even more often, fans can see him flying forward in the middle with the ball alone.

Such a tireless midfielder not only greatly reduces the physical fitness of the Danish players, but also adds a lot of psychological burden to the opponent.

In desperation, Olson had to replace a midfielder to balance the team's physical fitness.

As time passed by, the two sides were still evenly matched and were attacking each other.

When the game reached the 75th minute, bad news came again from the other side of the court.

Senegal scores again!

2:0.

"The French team doesn't even have the respect!"

"Pooh!"

"What a world champion!"

“Not even as good as Saudi Arabia!”

Not only the fans, but also several veterans on the coaching bench also cursed.

"Xiao Zeng, the French team is so shameless, we must be more stable and not capsize in the gutter."

"Yes, Xiao Zeng, let Zhang Yuheng come back. At this juncture, we must not lose the ball."

"If it doesn't work out, let's focus on qualifying!"

The nagging of several veterans made Zeng Zheng upset.

He predicted that France would lose to Senegal.

But I didn't expect that the French team would be so bad.

2 to 0?

Lost two goals to his "second team".

Will the French team continue to compete in world football?

Are famous players like Zidane, Henry, Trezeguet, Pires, and Vieira embarrassed to raise their heads when they return to the club?

What is that guy Le Maire doing?
Broken cans?

Isn't he afraid that Jacquet in the stands will rush onto the court and give him a bloody curse before the game is over?

It has to be said that when the news came that Senegal had scored another goal, Zeng Zheng himself was a little shaken.

is flat?Or pursue victory?
Are you willing to be mediocre?Or give it a try?
this is a problem.

It's also an eternal question.

"Bang!!!"

A loud bang.

The ball soared into the sky.

During the Chinese team's half, Zheng Zhi and the bald Gravesen exchanged blows.

After crossing their feet, both of them put their other foot on the ground and jumped on one leg a few times to maintain their balance.

Not only that, during the one-leg jump, the two looked at each other fiercely, sending waves of sparks in the air.

Seeing Graveson put down his right foot first, and then made a gesture of wiping his neck towards himself.

The grumpy Zheng Zhi immediately put down his right foot, which was still numb, and wanted to say a few harsh words.

At this moment, Zeng Zheng's shout came to his ears.

"Zheng Zhi, how are you? Does it matter?"

"Boss Zeng, I'm fine!"

Zheng Zhi did not look back, but shouted loudly and waved.

He knew that Zeng Zheng had a loud voice and good ears.

"Can you still run?"

"Of course I can run!" Zheng Zhi immediately replied, "Don't worry, Boss Zeng, let alone 90 minutes, it will be no problem if you run for 120 minutes!"

After saying that, Zheng Zhi raised his arms and ran away.

"This kid is 'blood locked' again." Zeng Zheng muttered something to himself that no one else could understand.

Since Zheng Zhi can still run, it means that his offensive tactics are still feasible.

Thinking of this, Zeng Zheng waved and called a young player on the bench to his side.

"Xiaowei, are you ready?"

After hearing this, Yu Genwei was startled and his whole body froze.

My World Cup debut!
He has been preparing for this moment for a long, long time!

Born in Tianjin, He Genwei was selected for the National Olympic team coached by Qi Yousheng in 94, and even won the Chinese Football Newcomer Award in 96.

But with the "downfall" of Qi Misheng and the rise of Zeng Zheng, Jianlibao and Northeast Football gradually became Zeng Zheng's team.

Even if he was selected for the national team several times during this period, it was mostly as a "second team" for friendly matches with other teams.

Even so, he will never forget the first time he met Zeng Zheng during spring training in Kunming.

At that time, Zeng Zheng was not the coach of the national team, but he was already well-known in the country.

But he was unable to even participate in club training due to injury.

In Haigeng, when he was alone and healthy, he met Zeng Zheng who was going to the cafeteria.

After plucking up the courage to go up and say hello, Zeng Zheng just heard his name and smiled slightly: "Xiaowei, stay healthy."

"When you are completely healed, I will take you to the World Cup!"

World Cup?
Hearing this word, the people traveling together laughed.

Everyone thought Zeng Zheng was joking, but only Yu Genwei took it seriously.

So, from then on, Yu Genwei practiced hard and continued to score goals in the game.

Until he was called up to the national team by Zeng Zheng for the first time.

It was a practice match.

When he put on the uniform of the Chinese team and listened to the coaching from Zeng Zheng's team, Yu Genwei felt like he was in a dream.

What you hear here is completely different from the fake stuff in the club.

In addition to teaching them how to play football, Zeng Zheng also taught them to assess the situation and use various methods to win under various conditions.

Although he had been playing as a member of the second team during this period, when his name was actually included in the national team's roster, Yu Genwei knew that Zeng Zheng had finally fulfilled his promise!

"Don't be nervous, just kick how you want."

Although he is only 4 years younger than Zeng Zheng, Yu Genwei always regards himself as a teenager in front of Zeng Zheng.

"Yang Chen, Zhang Yuheng, and Su Maozhen have almost completed their missions, and the road has been paved for you."

"Zheng Zhi can also run and attract firepower for you."

"You just play the way I say."

"When it's time to take action, oh no, when it's time to take action, take action. Damn it, don't give the Danes time to react!"

"have you understood?"

"Bright"

"Okay, stop inking, go quickly, go quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Genwei was slapped and pushed out by Zeng Zheng.

The Danish player just wanted to serve a throw-in, but was delayed by the Chinese team's substitution.

"Oh, the Chinese team has changed again."

"This is the third substitution for the Chinese team."

"Li Jinyu was replaced and Yu Genwei from Tianjin TEDA was replaced."

"Zhang Xiaorui has two yellow cards, while Li Jinyu has only one. It seems that Coach Zeng is afraid that both of them will not be able to play in the next game."

"Yu Genwei, 28 years old, from Tianjin."

"He is fast and has strong breakthrough ability, but his body is a bit thin."

Seeing the substitutions of the Chinese team, Olson frowned.

"Zeng, Zeng, I thought you were a young Eastern Confucian scholar, but I didn't expect you to be a gambler!"

Zeng Zheng's intention to replace Yu Genwei could not be more obvious, and he still wanted to strengthen his offensive.

Over there, Senegal scored two goals against the French team. Over here, the Chinese team didn't care about attacking. Do you really think that our Danish team is a soft persimmon?

"Hey, did you see it? Xiaowei is here!"

"Well, Xiaowei is here!"

"Are you coming? Cheer up!"

"Fuck him!"

Yu Genwei's appearance is the signal.

Zheng Zhi, who was sweating profusely, wiped the sweat from his forehead, buried his head again, spread his legs and ran.

In the 77th minute, Zheng Zhi rushed forward in the middle and was finally stopped by three opponents;
One minute later, Zheng Zhi, who was wandering to the left, made a pass personally, but Jensen, who had just come on as a substitute, pushed the ball out of the baseline.

Subsequently, Zheng Zhi took a corner kick from the right, and Zhang Yuheng's powerful shot in the penalty area was blocked again by his opponent.

This wave of continuous attacks made the Danes furious.

Subsequently, Jorgensen's forced breakthrough almost resulted in a single shot.

At the same time, Olson waved his hand.

Jorgensen, who was preparing for a throw-in, immediately put down the ball in his hand, and then ran towards the Chinese team's penalty area with other teammates.

Seeing this, Zeng Zheng suddenly remembered something.

"Go in, get everyone in!!!"

Under Zeng Zheng's call, except for Su Maozhen, even Zhang Yuheng retreated to the line of the small penalty area.

Whoosh! ! !
With a burst of air rang out.

Toftin's powerful throw went straight to the penalty spot.

"Fuck! Such a big hand?"

The fans were stunned when they saw Toftin's throw-in.

This is simply an intercontinental missile!
In this way, isn't a frontcourt throw-in equivalent to a frontcourt set-piece?
This is too shameless!

The penalty area was crowded, with players from both sides standing in a row.

"Zheng Zhi, it's young general Zheng Zhi again!!!"

Among the crowd, Zheng Zhi with his short hair once again stood out.

He got in front of Jorgensen and pushed the ball out of the penalty area with his forehead.

After landing, Zheng Zhi just staggered for a moment and then accelerated forward.

"How tireless!"

Huang Jianxiang sighed with emotion, "Zheng Zhi continued to run forward after the rescue."

"Zhang Xiaorui!"

"Zhang Xiaorui got the ball, there was someone in front of him, and Yu Genwei was running forward!"

"Zhang Xiaorui goes straight!"

"The two Tianjin players have formed a tacit cooperation."

In the camera, Yu Genwei quickly penetrated Zhang Xiaorui from the side.At the same time, Zhang Xiaorui's through ball was also passed.

Just when everyone thought Yu Genwei would dribble the ball forward, Yu Genwei, who was catching up with the ball, knocked the ball with his heel, stopped the ball behind him, and continued to move forward.

Ok?
The ball stopped, but the person was still running forward.

Should I guard the man or chase the ball?

At this moment, the two Danish defenders were stunned.

By the time they reacted, Yu Genwei had already stepped in diagonally and ran towards the Danish team's penalty area.

And Zhang Xiaorui also took a kick to the side after receiving Yu Genwei's knock-back ball.

The two of them passed each other, completely widening the angle.

"Watch him, don't let him get up!!!"

Olson on the sidelines suddenly saw the clues and shouted anxiously.

Zhang Xiaorui is moving the ball to the side.

If his passing route is blocked now, no matter how fast Yu Genwei runs, it will have no effect at all.

In an instant, two Danish defenders pressed towards Zhang Xiaorui.

Graveson even fell to the ground and made a sliding tackle, trying to predict Zhang Xiaorui's passing route in advance.

"Xiaowei, it's up to you!!!"

As the newly promoted successor of Zidane at Juventus, how can Zhang Xiaorui let him get his wish?
Facing the two Danish players who pounced like crazy, Zhang Xiaorui lifted the ball directly into the air with a tip of his toes.

High pass? ? ?
Zhang Xiaorui's choice once again exceeded the Danes' expectations.

High-altitude balls have always been the Danes' forte.

But in this game, the Chinese team did not give any face to the Danish players.

Not only will corner kicks pass the ball directly into the penalty area, but there are also many underpasses that will catch the opponent off guard.

It seems that Denmark's air defense is not taken seriously.

The most important thing is that Zheng Zhi and others' long-range shots and supplementary shots have greatly enriched the Chinese team's offensive mode.

Especially when I saw Zheng Zhi dribbling the ball forward again and again, creating a unique Longtan; Zhang Xiaorui passed the ball through the ball again and again, making the Danish defenders subconsciously focus on the ground.

So this time, when he saw Zhang Xiaorui choose to pick the ball with his toes, Laursen, who kept retreating, made a fatal mistake - he jumped! ! !
The ball flew past his scalp and landed behind the Danish defender.

This is almost fatal!
At this moment, except for No. 12 Jensen, there is no defensive player around Yu Genwei! ! !
"Zhang Xiaorui picks a pass"

"Laursen is in trouble."

"Single knife!"

“Yu Genwei shoots!!!”

In the penalty area, Yu Genwei's left arm was tightly entangled with Yansen. He only used the right half of his body and the outstretched outer instep of his right foot to block Zhang Xiaorui's ball from behind.

The next second, Yu Genwei's right foot did not land, but directly smashed the ball that bounced off the ground, causing it to hit the ground hard.

When the ball bounced up again, Yu Genwei, who raised his foot for the third time, completely gave up his center of gravity, rounded half of his body in the air, and hit the ball hard with the instep of his right foot.

boom! ! !
There was a muffled sound from the Danish team's penalty area.

Like a thunderbolt, half of the pirate's splints collapsed.

Sorensen, who was guarding the near post, almost subconsciously raised his right hand.

But the moment he raised his hand, the ball had already rubbed the near post and plunged into the top of the net.

"The ball has been scored!!!"

"Yu Genwei!!!"

"No. 22 Yu Genwei!!!"

"At the end of the game, he scored an almost winning goal for the Chinese team!"

“Coach Zeng’s substitutions are absolutely amazing!”

"2 to 1!"

"The Chinese team takes the lead again!!!"

At this moment, the Seoul Stadium was boiling with excitement.

The fans were on their feet, jumping, shouting, and waving whatever they could.

Yu Genwei had barely taken two steps when he was caught up by Zhang Xiaorui and pinned him down.

Then all the players, Zheng Zhi, Zhang Yuheng, and Su Maozhen, swarmed forward and piled up a mountain of meat in front of the corner kick area.

At the same time, the camera also immediately found Zeng Zheng on the side of the court.

I saw the young coach of the Chinese team being surrounded by several old coaches in the center.

The coaching staff held hands, danced like children, and laughed.

At this moment, all that showed on Zeng Zheng's face was relief.

Finally, we are ahead again! ! !

After the Chinese team scored again, the Danish team immediately launched a counterattack.

What preserves strength?It's all nonsense!
The Dane who kicked the ball above just wanted to get the ball back before the end of the game.

But how could Zeng Zheng make it happen?
This time, the Chinese team, which had regained the lead, directly retreated across the board and placed a bus in the 30-meter area.

Using one goal after another with no purpose and only strength to clear the ball, the Danish players' patience and physical energy were consumed.

Time passed by, and the fans in the stands had already stood up, ready to celebrate for qualifying for the top spot in the group.

Xu and Wang were grinning from ear to ear, with the corners of their mouths almost reaching their ears.

"As expected of Xiao Zeng, as expected of Xiao Zeng!"

"Thank you Xiao Zeng, thank you Xiao Zeng!"

"It still has to be Xiao Zeng, it still has to be Xiao Zeng!"

When the referee blew the whistle to end the game, all the Chinese players on the bench stood up and ran towards the field!

At this moment, they can finally shout with pride: They did not rely on calculations, points, or the mercy of their opponents to break into the top [-].

They relied entirely on their own strength to reach the knockout rounds of the World Cup as the first in the group!
At this moment, both the starter and the substitute stood in front of the fans with their heads held high, waving their fists and hitting their chests.

Zheng Zhi, who had been running for most of the race, had his eyes widened and roared one after another.

They have been waiting for this moment for too long!

Victory achieved with your own legs and feet is the most precious!
Zeng Zheng walked towards Olson with a smile and shook hands with him.

Under the sunglasses, Zeng Zheng's smile could not be concealed.

Olson sighed and said in his native language: "Zeng, I didn't underestimate your team, but I underestimated your ambition!"

"My ambition is not only my own ambition, but also the ambition of the players, coaches and even hundreds of millions of fans!"

"Oh? In that case, I wish you a safe journey!"

"Thank you, Mr. Olson."

Zeng Zheng thanked him gracefully, then turned around and looked at the roaring fans in the stands and the roaring players in the stadium.

"Does this count as standing up?"