green mercenary

Chapter 305 Over and over again
"Yaokun, be smart when you come on the field. If you need to clear the siege, just make a clear siege. Be decisive. In the worst case, you will destroy the bottom line. Just watch their tactical corner kicks."

"I know Weige, I will pay attention."

"Also, and, even for my own sake, let's work together! Come on, Brother Wei is watching you off the court!" Dewey patted Zhang Yaokun on the shoulder.

"Wei, Brother Wei, I." Zhang Yaokun turned his head, his tearful eyes revealed firmness.

"Come on, stop the ink, hurry up and get on the field!" Dewey pushed Zhang Yaokun and pushed him into the field.

"Okay, after a 15-minute break, players from both sides appeared on the field again." Huang Jianxiang seemed to get rid of the depression in the first half after pouring water in the toilet.After wetting his face with water in the bathroom, this well-known domestic football commentator seemed to have a lot of confidence in the National Youth League.After all, it's still a tie, and there are 45 minutes left, and anything can happen.

"The National Youth team made substitution adjustments. No. 3 Dewey went off, and No. 6 Hu Zhaojun came on. It seems that Dewey's injury is really serious, and he only lasted for the first half."

"Argentina has not made any personnel adjustments. It seems that Pekerman is very confident in his starting lineup."

Comparing the physical exertion of the two teams, Argentina is indeed confident.

Bai Xiaotian's astonishment did not crush the ambition of the Platinum Generation. This is the first time that Argentina has hosted the World Youth Championship on its own soil.It is the dream of every Argentine to keep the championship trophy here.

Soon, the Argentine once again took the initiative on the field.However, the national youth team was shrinking across the board and counterattacked defensively in accordance with Shen Xiangfu's instructions.

"Gao Ming's pass was a bit small, and was caught by Saviola."

"Saviola broke into the penalty area with the ball directly, the Chinese team is in danger!"

"An Qi! An Qi took the first step and saved the ball."

"In this World Youth Championship, in the previous six games of the National Youth League, they only conceded four goals, and An Qi contributed a lot."

"Although two goals have been conceded in this game, it is helpless."

"And An Qi also has a wonderful dream of studying abroad. According to previous interviews, he said that the place he most wants to go is Italy."

"Argentina once again attacked to the front of the National Youth penalty area."

"Number 11 Rodriguez gave the ball to the right."

"It is rare for Argentina to lob the ball from the right to the penalty area."

"Huh? Zhang Yaokun almost missed the shot. Fortunately, the Argentine team's shot missed."

"Although Argentina seldom plays high-altitude balls, it doesn't mean that they don't play all the balls. The boys of the National Youth League must pay attention and not slack off in the slightest."

But just as Huang Jianxiang reminded him in the microphone, the Argentine defender broke the ball from Qu Bo's feet and kicked directly towards the frontcourt.

The ball passed most people and landed exactly in the center circle.

The camera zoomed out to a wide angle, and the three National Youth defenders including Hu Zhaojun were standing in the center circle, while the two Argentine forwards were still behind the center line.

Hu Zhaojun, who had just entered the field, sat at the central defender and bent his left leg facing the incoming ball, intending to catch the ball.

However, after the ball landed on the arch of his left foot and was unloaded to the ground by him, it bounced up again and hit his left knee accurately.

In just an instant, Saviola rushed in front of Hu Zhaojun, and directly controlled the ball that bounced towards him under his feet.

Seeing that Saviola sent a through ball directly after stealing the ball, and another Argentine striker Romagnoli directly turned offside from the national youth defense line and successfully turned offside, Huang Jianxiang's face darkened.

"National Youth's central defender Hu Zhaojun made a mistake in receiving the ball"

As soon as this sentence was finished, Romagnoli had dribbled the ball into the penalty area of ​​the National Youth Team.

"Hit the door!"

Hearing the boiling voice of the audience, Huang Jianxiang suddenly became calm, neither happy nor sad. "The three goals conceded by the Chinese team today are all exactly the same. They are personal mistakes in the central defender position."

At this moment, all the fans in front of the TV fell silent.

"It's still this kind of ball! It's good to go out! It's okay to kick it away!" A young Chinese fan of about eight or nine years old in the stands said angrily. "This kind of ball, this kind of ball"

The adults around were also expressionless, obviously very dissatisfied with Guoqing's performance.

Ignoring the embarrassing words of his compatriots around him, Papa Shi turned his body and lowered his head, and said to his child: "Xiao Ke, did you see that? This is the current Chinese football. If you want to play football, Daddy will not stop you, but you must remember that you will get up wherever you fall. If you fall twice or more in the same place, let alone the fans will not agree, and Daddy will not forgive you!"

"Yeah! I know Dad!" Looking at the national youth team on the field, Xiao Ke nodded solemnly.

The goals of the Argentine team were still being played back repeatedly on the big screen. Huang Jianxiang didn't want to say more, but he had to explain again because of his responsibilities: "The National Youth League already wanted to foul after making a mistake, but they still hesitated. Judging from the speed and position of the opponent, even a foul will get a red card."

"Oh! This kind of ball can be kicked out with one big foot, it can be kicked out with one big foot!" After the last replay, Huang Jianxiang's regretful voice echoed in the microphone for a long time.

In China, it's past three o'clock in the morning.In an old community in the Northeast, there was a sudden "bang bang bang" sound.

"Honey, what's going on?" Mrs. Wu, in her 40s, suddenly woke up from her dream.

I reached out to touch it, only to find that my husband was not by my side at all.

Through the bedroom door, there was a little light in the living room.

"Old Wu! You secretly watched the football game again!" Mrs. Wu who came to the living room rubbed her eyes with one hand and pinched her waist with the other.

Looking at the big tea mug lying on the ground, and at Old Wu with red eyes, Mrs. Wu rolled up her sleeves and planned to have a good fight.

However, at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

The couple looked at each other, and Old Wu still showed the spirit of being in charge, and went to answer the door.

"Who is it?"

"I!"

Although there is only one word, Lao Wu knows that it is the neighbor Lao Wang.

After opening the door, Lao Wang, like Lao Wu, was wearing blue and white floral trousers and a white vest.

Since he was a neighbor for many years, Lao Wang stepped on his slippers and walked in without waiting for Lao Wu to let him in.

With the help of the weak light in the living room, Lao Wu and his wife realized that Lao Wang's fingernails were covered with blood and there was a red mark on his face.

"Hey, brother and sister are here? Didn't sleep!" Old Wang was not too surprised to see Mrs. Wu, and said hello.

"Uh, old Wang, what are you?" Old Wu asked his wife what was in his heart.

"I just smashed the TV and got into a fight with my wife." Old Wang said indifferently, as if a very ordinary thing happened.

After Lao Wang finished speaking, he went straight to the sofa and sat down where Lao Wu had just watched the game. "Brother and sister, you don't mind if I come to your house to watch TV?"

"Ah? Ah! I don't mind, I don't mind!" Mrs. Wu waved her hand quickly. "It's getting late, I'm going to make you two a cup of tea."

As he spoke, Mrs. Wu picked up the big tea mug on the ground in front of the two of them.

"No need, no need." Pharaoh refused.

"Yes, yes, no need, wife, go to bed early!" Old Wu also quickly winked at the boss.

Mrs. Wu looked at the large stainless steel tea mug in her hand, and at the color TV bought for more than 1000 a few months ago, she nodded with lingering fear.

It was night, after all, a restless night.

(End of this chapter)