i'm a superstar

Chapter 163 Failure
"The morale of the Chinese team has risen again. It seems that the loss in the first half did not hurt our morale, but aroused the players' stronger fighting spirit."

"There is hope, there is hope, with this spirit, even if we lose this game, we still have hope."

Accompanied by the enthusiastic voice of the narrator, the fans in the stands seemed to be infected, and made a huge noise to cheer for their national team.

On the court, those planning players who didn't have much affection for the national team also showed their strength and fought hard on the court. Some balls that were originally [-]-[-] were not afraid of injury and dared to fight for them.

However, sometimes, it is not as long as you work hard, the result will be good, luck, sometimes luck also plays a very key role in it.

In the opening 10 minutes of the second half, the Chinese team had two or three excellent chances to score goals, but they were all saved by the goalkeeper who seemed to be helping by the opponent.

The players ran desperately on the field like small flames burning in their eyes. The waves of offensives were even more ferocious than the first half, and the New Zealand players couldn't breathe.

At this time, New Zealand's thin and tall coach had nothing to do but yelled at the players on the sidelines to return to defense.

The head coach of the Chinese national team, Rodgers, also came to the sidelines, looking at the situation on the field with a serious face.

At this time, New Zealand launched another massive attack, and the mood of the audience became tense again.

Exactly the same as the first two goals, New Zealand used its big center forward to take the ball from the side and a header to rewrite the score to 1:3. The Chinese team fell behind by 2 goals.

Although, although New Zealand's quick counterattack and the combination of side and center did not have much gold content, they were very effective. Their efficiency was extremely high, and the tactics they used were exactly the same as Mourinho's previous tactics against Barcelona.

Taking advantage of the opponent's opportunity to celebrate the goal, the head coach of the Chinese national team finally couldn't bear it anymore and called Zhang Han to the sidelines.

He didn't know what to say, and then Zhang Han left with a smile.

When Zhang Han came to the field, he called that kid Bo Yang over, and whispered something in his ear.

"Could it be that the head coach Rodgers discovered the problem of the Chinese team. He called Zhang Han over, and Zhang Han called Bo Yang over. What did he say to Zhang Han?"

"It must be a tactical adjustment! It seems that the head coach is about to make a unique move. If this continues, we must lose."

Soon, after the halftime kick-off, the two commentators discovered the difference in the Chinese team. Bo Yang's position changed, and he exchanged positions with Aureliano on the field.

"Is it really good to change a striker to play in the midfield? This head coach, although he used to be Mourinho's assistant coach, doesn't seem to have received much authenticity from the madman! This adjustment does not seem to be a big deal surprise……"

Before the commentator finished speaking, the situation on the field changed drastically.

The previous offense of the Chinese team is often thunderous and rainy, but this time there is a qualitative difference. The ball moves faster and more efficiently.

Of course, efficiency is not something ordinary people can see. Only the New Zealand players on the court feel it the most.

They, they feel uncomfortable, yes, since Bo Yang and Aurelano changed positions, the Chinese team's kind of innocuous passing is gone, and the threat of passing the ball will be greatly increased.

"Hey! This kid is really good at playing in midfield! Why didn't I think of it!" Zhang Han pondered.

Just like Barcelona's rookie, although Bojan is almost on fire, he is absolutely orthodox in Barcelona. Compared with Aurelano, his ability to organize and pass the ball is not only a star and a half higher, but several levels higher.

With Bo Yang's organized attack, Zhang Han immediately felt that the pressure on his body was greatly reduced. He was more free and could attack at any time.

Just like Inter Milan, after the Chinese team finally got their own dual-core, the control of the midfield has greatly increased, and the quality of offense has immediately taken a qualitative leap.

"The goal, the goal, the goal was so timely."

On the court, the dual-core processors of the Chinese team were running at the same time, and they went forward together. After two collisions with the wall, they easily tore through New Zealand's dense defense line and entered the hinterland of their penalty area. Finally, Zhang Han crossed On the left, Bo Yang gave way lightly, and Xiao Yingqiu, who was catching up, kicked the ball and scored.

The score on the field became 2:3, and the Chinese team finally moved back to 10%. At this time, there was not much time left in the game, only less than [-] minutes left.

"Ah! Rodgers' substitution is simply wonderful. Zhang Han passed the ball beautifully, and Bo Yang made it beautifully."

The unscrupulous commentary was immediately changed, and the ugly face was evident.

"Come on! Fans, fans of the Chinese team, we must equalize the score as soon as possible..."

The fans at the scene immediately boiled and made earth-shattering noises.

The game continued, and seeing the time running out, Zhang Han felt a little impatient, because the high-intensity game had been going on for 80 minutes, and due to the exhaustion of physical strength, the players on the field couldn't run anymore, so, The team's offense is also greatly reduced.

Seeing that the game time was getting shorter and shorter, Zhang Han was so anxious that his eyes could burst into flames, and he had to force himself to calm down.

Running, attacking, non-stop running, non-stop attacking, as time went by, the game entered the injury time period, the players on the field seemed to be crazy, and they kept attacking New Zealand.

But, sometimes it is like this, the more you want to score, the more difficult it is to score.

That's it, until the end of the game, when the referee blew the final whistle, the score was still 2:3.

"The game, the game is over. Is this the fate of our Chinese team? We will fall outside the World Cup again. This, this is only half a step away. We can enter the World Cup with half a step."

Another narrator said in disappointment.

Duan Xiaodi had no choice but to come out and smooth things over, saying: "As you can see, we, we really tried our best. With this kind of spirit, it doesn't matter if we lose the game. We, we still have a chance to flop in the next game. "

At this time, Zhang Han was lying on his back, feeling that his whole body had lost strength.

In this game, he was both a father and a mother, running a distance of more than 4000 meters. However, the Chinese team still failed to equalize the score in the end.

Me, we lost, lost without temper.

One was tired and the other was mental shock. At this time, even Zhang Han, who couldn't run to death, felt deeply tired.

He, he was lying on the turf, motionless.

(End of this chapter)