Junior football dream

Chapter 50
"nice shot!"

Xu Lin, who was sitting in the front row of the stands, cried out happily, cheering with forgetfulness.Unexpectedly, the guy who was so frivolous to her at the airport could score the first goal of the Chinese team, which is really not bad.Seeing Meng Qingtao screaming while being crushed by her teammates, Xu Lin had a smile in her eyes.

"This guy is quite interesting."

At this time, her impression of Meng Qingtao was much better.

In addition to her cheers, there was also a burst of thunderous applause and cheers in the stands.All the audience present, whether they were local fans in the Netherlands or fans who came from far away China to cheer for the Chinese team, gave their most enthusiastic cheers without hesitation.

On this stadium today, no less than [-] Chinese fans came.Most of them are Chinese students and overseas Chinese stationed in the Netherlands, and a small number of them are die-hard fans who have traveled thousands of miles from China to cheer for the Chinese team.

They have different degrees of wealth, different ages, and different places of residence, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are fans of the Chinese team.As the No.1 most populous country in the world, there are too many fans like them.

Thousands of times, the Chinese team brought these enthusiastic fans only hurts and sorrows, and humiliation again and again.However, today is different.

Who would have thought that it was only 16 seconds!In just 16 seconds, the Chinese team scored on the Turkish team.You know, the opponent is not a fish belly, but the third runner-up in Europe.

"Oh, good shot!"

In a certain university dormitory, cheers almost toppled the fragile roof.Watching the TV playback on the small TV on the dining table once again ignited the enthusiasm of these heavenly favored children.At this time, they need to do something to vent their inner excitement.

"Bang!" was the sound caused by the iron teacup being smashed to the ground. "Wow." It was the sound of shaking his bed desperately. "Boom." It was the sound of desperate hammering on the table.

"Don't smash it, the TV is about to be overturned."

"My gosh, what did you do to throw my glass away."

"Oh, my god, what are you doing shaking the bed so hard?"

A brother lying on the upper bunk was almost shaken from the upper bunk.If he hadn't been so skillful and grabbed the iron frame next to the bed, I'm afraid he would have fallen asleep on the ground now.

"Pfft, puff!" It's just that the brother of the shaker was not much better, the dust accumulated on the upper bunk was shaken by him, and it all fell on his head, body, eyes and mouth.

But what are these?What are these compared to the goal on TV?

In an ordinary small family, Lao Zhang just turned on the TV as usual, and beside him are his son and wife.Under his influence, his wife also started watching football.My son, who was going to prepare for the college entrance examination, was also specially allowed to watch these games with the Chinese team.

"Instead of letting my son stay in the room alone and read books that he has no interest in reading, it's better to let him out to watch TV for a while, and then let him continue to read seriously. It's a combination of work and rest." Lao Zhang thought.

Every time he watched a game, he would pour a cup of hot tea, and then watch the wonderful game while drinking the strong hot tea.This time, he was no exception.When the Chinese team played after the commercial, he found that his teacup was out of water, so he quickly got up to pour water.

"Dad, goal, goal."

It's just that when he just poured half of the water in the glass, he heard his precious son yelling loudly.

"Old Zhang, it's a goal, come on." His wife, Xiao Chen, also shouted there.

"How did you get in, how did you get in." Lao Zhang quickly put down his teacup and ran to the TV.I saw that the goal replay was playing on the TV at this time.

Zhou Xing's beautiful long pass, Meng Qingtao's precise movement and beautiful shot, the whole movement was done in one go, so smooth that Lao Zhang in front of the TV opened his eyes wide in surprise.When the Chinese team, which has always been unable to attack, can have such an attack?In the opening 16 seconds, a goal can be scored, which is really amazing.

"It seems that the Chinese team has a goal this time!"

Looking at the young players of the national youth team who were alive and well on TV, Lao Zhang made a conclusion in his heart.

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This goal stunned the entire Turkish team.Facing a weak team, an Asian team, it was unforgivable that they were scored within ten seconds of the opening.

"Bastard, how did you fight! Get it back for me, get it back quickly!"

On the sidelines, Turkey's head coach Nihat roared loudly, his face livid.

If you lose to the Chinese team, then the next game will be difficult to play.There are also two teams, Ukraine and Panama, which are not very weak.If this group loses two games in a row and the European runner-up is eliminated, then he, the head coach, should pack up and leave.

This game, of course, cannot be lost!

"Attack, break from the wing, pass from the bottom, hand it over to Moah, let him take the ball and shoot."

Looking at the players of the Turkish team on the field, Nihat directed them loudly, teaching them how to attack.His hoarse voice kept echoing over the stadium.

On the Chinese team side, the German Boll had a faint smile on his face, looking very relaxed.He rested his chin and looked at the situation in the field motionlessly, looking very leisurely.

At this time, Türkiye's core No. [-] Ilhan took the ball.Like all short players, his footwork is also very delicate.It's just that his thick upper body makes him not like some players with outstanding skills but very thin body.In physical confrontation, he can even compete with Xia Yuandong, who is half a head taller than him.

Xia Yuandong, who is 1.7 meters tall and weighs 73 kilograms, looks a little thin.Compared with Ilhan, who is 1.6 meters tall and weighs 68 kilograms, he seems like a slender giraffe, but his opponent is like a bulky rhinoceros.

After only defending Yi Erhan for 3 minutes, he felt that he was sweating profusely.Facing this Turk who was better technically and physically than himself, he felt a sense of helplessness in his heart.

Another beautiful breakthrough, the Turk relied on his outstanding footwork skills to lightly pick up the football like an acrobatic, over Xia Yuandong's head, intending to make a pick.

"If you want to get past me, there is no way."

Xia Yuandong blocked the Turks in front of him with a precise positioning.But the Turk did not stop himself, and the two collided.

After the collision, only Xia Yuandong fell on the ground, while Yi Erhan continued to chase the football.

Xia Yuandong stretched out his hand helplessly, signaling to the referee for a foul.But the referee ignored his request and ran past him.

In the eyes of the referee, the ball was just a reasonable physical confrontation, and there was no suspicion of a foul at all.

The Turks broke through Xia Yuandong and ran towards the Chinese team's penalty area with the ball.Seeing him coming, Hu Yong hurried over as a guard, trying to stop Irhan's castration, he tightly blocked the Turks' advancing route with his body.

However, the Turk did not break through with the ball as he thought, but made an emergency stop and changed direction, dribbling the ball sideways, dodging Xie Bin who came up to help defend from the side.At this time, he has sufficient shooting time and angle.Facing the goal of the Chinese team, it was a strong shot.

Xie Fei's attention was very concentrated, he saw the football coming, and with a side attack, he saved the ball out of the goal and bounced it into the small penalty area.The ball hit so hard that he couldn't hold it.

At this time, No. [-] Moah of the Turkish team appeared beside the ball, pushed the ball with one kick, and easily sent the ball into the goal of the Chinese team.

Just now, Deng Lei, who was man-marking Moah, couldn't keep up with the speed of the Turkish striker, and was thrown off by him.When he rushed to Moah's side, the opponent had already scored the ball.

"Damn, it's really useless."

After thumping the turf hard, Deng Lei said depressingly.He has a certain responsibility for the omission just now.

The No. [-] Xue Rong, who was defending in the middle, was in the penalty area just now, but he failed to break the ball out of the baseline before his opponent, which was also a big mistake.

This goal exposed the shortcomings of the lack of tacit cooperation between the four players on the back line of the Chinese team.Compared with the strong forward line, the Chinese team's back line is much weaker, which is worrying.

Xie Fei silently took out the football from the goal and kicked it towards the midfielder.At this time, he was not in the mood to slap the dust off his jersey or anything.

"Damn, there are still some falls."

Xie Fei spat bitterly.Originally, he wanted to hold the football out of the door.However, Ilhan's shot was not a simple straight shot.On the ball, there was a force of downward rotation, so Xie Fei could only helplessly block the ball, instead of hugging or holding it out of the goal.

In the 6th minute of the first half, the Turkish team equalized the score, making the score one to one.

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"Alas." The fans of the Chinese team at the scene collectively sighed. Five minutes after scoring the first goal, they were pulled back by the Turkish team, which really frustrated them.

At this time, the German sitting on the coach's bench lost his leisurely look and ran to the sidelines. "It doesn't matter, let's continue to attack, enter the two of them again, and chase them back."

On the sidelines, the German cheered up the players loudly, waving his big hands non-stop, trying to inspire the frustrated players.As the captain on the field, Zhou Xing also kept comforting his teammates.

Putting the football on the dividing line of the midfield, Zhou Xing patted some frustrated teammates and said: "It doesn't matter, come on, let's continue to work hard and surpass them by a few more goals!"

After speaking, he pulled his teammates together and formed a circle.

The palms of each hand were stacked together, and then they were put down hard together.

"Definitely!"

Zhou Xing asked his teammates to shout this sentence again, boosting morale.

Looking at the sky and the ball under his feet, Zhou Xing remembered that there were countless fans watching the game in that distant motherland.And up in the sky, his dead relatives were watching the game.

How can you lose this game?

"Come on, young players of the national youth team!" You must know that there are countless fans of your motherland supporting you in the distance. Every goal and every victory you make will be the best gift you give them.

The game has only just begun!
(End of this chapter)