World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 10
"Fiery Doha, Qatar 2-0 Iran!!!"

The news that came in the evening was even more exciting than the news in the morning!
After hearing the news, Yuan Hemin immediately held a plenary meeting to discuss how to fight the last battle.

At the meeting, many officials talked about it.

"Oh my god, God has eyes, Iran lost?"

"It deserves it! They only have the ability to kick us, and it's nothing to play other West Asian teams!"

"Tsk tsk, do we have another chance?"

"Chairman Yuan, we must seize this opportunity!"

Yuan Hemin nodded.

Golden State's Qatar war has left him battered.

Who ever thought that God gave him another chance.

This last chance, he can't let it go easily!
About how to fight the final battle, a group of potbellied officials discussed for a long time, and finally only came to one conclusion.

"Chairman Yuan, don't we have to change to a mature and steady coach!" Someone suggested.

Hearing this proposal, Yuan Hemin was also a little moved.

As soon as the news from Doha came, several well-connected domestic coaches immediately called him to congratulate him.

On the surface, they are wishing the national team back to life, but in fact they want to see if there is a chance to get a piece of it.

The meeting was bustling, and everyone was recommending their acquaintances to Yuan Weimin.

Looking at the faces of colleagues around him who put their interests first, Xu Fang, who was sitting at the end, said:
"Coach Xiao Zeng wanted to cross rivers and bridges to pick up fruits as soon as he made his achievements. Isn't this ugly?"

Although Xu Fang is currently recuperating at home, he was the vice chairman of Zhuxie before resigning, and Verapan of the AFC had to sell him.

Now when he opened his mouth, everyone fell silent immediately.

After a while, a wise man still said, "Yes, Coach Xiao Zeng just came up. He did a good job and didn't make any mistakes. How can he be replaced so easily?"

Speaking of this, he changed the subject, "But he is still too young. There are a lot of things to consider in the last key battle, and there may be some unexpected things."

"I suggest that we arrange a consultant team to help him check it out. The head coach is still up to him!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the meeting room immediately agreed.

Xu Fang let out a long sigh.

I have only been away from the core of bamboo shoes for a year, and I did not expect to become so bureaucratic.

If you want to do a good job in football, you have to hurry up and take care of your body!
Dalian, Oriental Building.

The day was full of surprises.

It was the game, the flight, and the celebration. When the players returned to their rooms, none of them could fall asleep.

In the international football room, Sun Jihai stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

Hearing the sound of turning around beside him, Sun Jihai asked softly:
"Brother Fan, you haven't slept yet!"

"Well, I haven't slept, I can't sleep!" General Fan straightened up and sat up from the bed.

"Brother Fan, what a turn of events. Who would have thought that Iran would lose? I was stunned when I heard the news at the Beijing airport. I didn't expect that we would have another chance!"

"You didn't think of it, and neither did I!" General Fan snorted softly, "Hehe, but someone thought of it."

"Who? Who is so godlike?"

"Of course it's your former coach!"

General Fan recalled the bet Zeng Zheng made with him in the locker room during the middle of the match against Saudi Arabia, but he never expected that Zeng Zheng's prophecy would come true so quickly.

"Boss Zeng? Oh, oh, it's not surprising!"

"Why? Was he as amazing as this time before?" General Fan asked curiously.

"That's not true, it's just that I remembered what Boss Zeng said to me."

Sun Jihai put his hands behind his head, lost in memory.

"I remember it was the U15 Pioneer Cup qualifier final, and the winning team could represent Liaoning in the national competition."

"In the middle of the game, our Shaoxing Sports School led 3-1. Someone asked Zeng Boss to show off the face of the opponent and let them win."

"Boss Zeng was not happy at that time, and directly rejected the other party."

"Then the other party yelled that we would not be able to go to the national competition even if we won, so they left angrily."

"At that time, all our team members were very scared, afraid that if they won, they would not be able to enter the national competition."

"But Boss Zeng comforted us, saying that football players just do their job well on the pitch, as long as they try their best to fight hard, there is no need to worry too much about the result."

"Things outside the court have to be taken care of by people outside the court. If we can't even do things well on the court, there is no reason to complain about failure."

"Looking at it now, Boss Zeng is right!"

"We just need to play the ball well on the field. Things outside the field naturally follow his rules."

In the end, Sun Jihai's eyes were full of memories.

Zeng Zheng resisted all opinions and took all the "responsibility" on himself.

After offending the big leader, he even took Dalian Sports School to participate in the national competition at his own expense.

Although he came back with a championship trophy, he lost his job in the end.

Of course, this is all a thing of the past.

"It's up to people to plan things, but it's up to God to make things happen?" General Fan slammed his lips.

He felt that he had to re-examine this young coach who was one year younger than himself.

In the single room of the Oriental Building, the bedside lamps were brightly lit.

Zeng Zheng didn't know at this time that before the plane landed, Zhu Xie was "raising personnel" and was going to send him an airborne regiment.

Right now he was biting a fountain pen, his eyes fixed on the data on the paper.

He was calculating the probability of the Chinese team qualifying.

After Qatar 2-0 Iran, the qualifying situation in Group A became completely confusing.

At present, there are only two games left in Group A of the Top Ten, and in order to maintain fairness and justice, the AFC will play these two games at the same time.

In other words, no matter how much time difference you have, anyway, we start the whistle together and end together.

Only the Iranian team ended all Group A matches, with 3 wins, 3 draws and 2 losses, ranking first with 12 points.

The remaining four teams all missed one game. Except for Kuwait, the other three teams have 10 points!
It seems that Kuwait, with 8 points, has already been eliminated one round ahead of schedule.

But if the last game wins the national football team away, and Saudi Arabia draws with Qatar.

Then Kuwait, who have the same 11 points, can fully qualify for the World Cup as the second place in the group by virtue of the advantage of goal difference.

In other words, the five teams in Group A actually have a chance to qualify!

In this era, there is no relationship between victory and defeat.

Whoever advances with the same points is all about goal difference.

After listing the points of each team, Zeng Zheng began to calculate the goal difference of each team in detail.

But the moment the result was calculated, Zeng Zheng's brain was about to smoke.

Except for Kuwait's goal difference of 0 goals, Qatar, Saudi Arabia and China's goal difference is -2! ! !

This Nima can kick some!

In the last decisive battle, except for the Iranians who could only pray to Allah, the other four teams had to fight for victory with no retreat!
"Fuck him NND! This is still a hair?!"

Zeng Zheng slapped his pen on the table hard.

"Anyway, it's a tie and you're out."

"Win and it's over!"

(End of this chapter)