World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 183 Kicking in Your Own Way
"What's the matter, is this not allowing a goal?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's offside!"

"What is offside, why didn't I see it? This obviously prevents us from scoring!"

"Come on Chinese team, come on Chinese team!"

"Looks like it's time for overtime."

"I didn't play very well today, it seems that I was really affected."

"How can you play this? The referees are all with the American guys!"

Netizens cursed and cursed, but there was nothing they could do.

Outside the camera, Ma Yuanan on the sidelines was also in a state of desperation.

The whole game obviously created several good chances, and they also scored goals.

But because of one or another problem, either the goal was not scored in the end, or the goal was blown.

Such a result is indeed discouraging.

But this is their home field after all.

The tricks are exhausted, and the cards are exhausted.

Now, it only depends on the willpower of the players.

Fortunately, Liu Ailing, Sun Wen and others can run and dash.

The Chinese women's football team, which has long been prepared in terms of physical reserves, will be able to fight even in overtime.

"It was a pity that the goal was scored!"

Ma Yuanan sighed, looked at the time, and left the sidelines.

He is going to start preparing for overtime and even the next penalty shootout.

Sure enough, not long after, the referee blew the whistle ahead of time to end the game.

1 is better than 1!

There was no winner in regular time.

"Overtime, you need to concentrate!"

Taking advantage of the one minute or so when the team members came to the sidelines to replenish water, Ma Yuanan's mouth was like a machine gun, and he picked out the most important things he wanted to say and said them in a series.

"Be sure to do a good job of defense first."

"Defend well, and then look for offense."

"Sun Wen, can you still run?"

"After getting the ball in the backcourt, pass the ball to Sun Wen as much as possible, and let Sun Wen go and play by himself!"

"Others respond and wait for Sun Wen to create an opportunity."

"Do you understand everything?"

"Defense best first."

Without saying a word, the players returned to the court again under the urging of the referee.

Looking at the backs of the players, Ma Yuanan came to Zeng Zheng for the first time since the start of the game.

"Xiao Zeng, do you think there is anything else you want to add?"

Replenish?

Additional wool?
The players are all back on the court, what else can I add?

You ask me this now, isn't it an afterthought?
"There's nothing to add." Zeng Zheng was still very sophisticated, "Coach Ma, what you said is what I wanted to say."

"Oh, but why does my right eyelid keep twitching?" Ma Yuan'an finally said what was in his heart.

"Your eyelids are jumping? Maybe it's because you didn't sleep well last night?"

Zeng Zheng deliberately pretended not to understand, and then took out a bottle of eye drops produced by the system from his pocket.

"Coach Ma, my eye drops are specially designed to relieve eye fatigue!"

"Xiao Zeng, you. Hey, okay, maybe I'm thinking too much."

Ma Yuanan took Zeng Zheng's eye drops and returned to the sidelines.

He also knows.

Zeng Zheng is not stupid.

I just don't want to chat with him on this topic.

At this juncture, those of them who are coaches can only look forward to the individual performance of the players.

Seeing Ma Yuan'an leave, Zeng Zheng turned his attention to the screen again.

He is not the head coach, or even a member of the coaching staff, so he cannot remind and command the players in the way of Qianli Transsion.

In fact, from the beginning he positioned himself as a "consultant".

The men's football team needs him to be a coach, but the women's football team really doesn't need this.

Based on his understanding of the current women's football, as long as the team has the three points of anticipation of the final, physical reserve, and preparation for the extra game, it will not be a problem to win against the United States.

Women's football can win the championship on its own strength!

After taking a few photos of the scene and posting them online, Zeng Zheng became a bystander again.

"Gao Hong is too busy!"

"Gao Hong is too fierce!"

"Why is it defensive again!"

"Defense is fine, after all, it's the golden ball system."

"I feel that the attack is not firm, it should be behind!"

"Pre-match predictions are all bullshit, the girls need to regain their confidence!"

"Press up, press down, hit her all over the face, charge, kill!"

"Why do I feel a little overwhelmed?"

"If you want me to say, this game should be watched with 'spirit'!"

Soon, the first half of overtime also passed.

In these 15 minutes, not only did the Chinese women's football team fail to score a goal, but even the US women's football team on the opposite side did not make a decent attack.

Both coaches focus on defense and dare not be easily seized by their opponents.

This golden ball overtime, which was originally used to motivate the players of both sides to attack, made the game even more dull because of the rules.

As soon as the halftime whistle blew, the players came to the sidelines to replenish water, and Ma Yuanan still repeated those few words.

Sun Wen's three steps turned into two, and ran to Zeng Zheng's side.

Due to official reasons, Ma Yuanan could not ask Zeng Zheng in public.

But Sun Wen and other players don't care about this.

Now that the game is played to this point, the players also need the coach to constantly use tactical goals to stabilize their minds.

"Brother Zeng, it's the second half of overtime, do you think I should attack?"

Zeng Zheng glanced behind Sun Wen, and the team members had already surrounded Ma Yuan'an.

In other words, Ma Yuan'an himself deliberately hid behind the team members.

"Coach Ma doesn't allow you to attack?"

"No, Coach Ma hopes to use my personal ability to seek a breakthrough, but I can't catch the ball alone!"

Zeng Zheng nodded after hearing this, and Ma Yuanan instantly understood the basic tactics of overtime.

"You can't make waves by yourself."

Zeng Zheng took the fastest time to sort out his thoughts, and immediately said:
"In this way, you can find a teammate who can run and pass the ball to cooperate with you."

"If you can't catch the ball, you should retreat to the midfield first, and take the initiative!"

"Then make wall pass passes with teammates, and then look for opportunities to break through."

In order to save time, Zeng Zheng also stood up at this moment, and "slowly" sent Sun Wen to the sidelines.

"Remember, try to get the ball to their penalty area as much as possible!"

"The closer the better, the closer the better!"

"Do you know what I mean?"

At the end, Zeng Zheng pushed Sun Wen back into the arena with force.

Looking at Zeng Zheng's blinking eyes, Sun Wen's eyes lit up.

"Oh, Brother Zeng, put it on me!"

When the players returned to the court again, Zeng Zheng turned his head and saw Ma Yuanan who was looking at him from the side.

"I just wish the players good luck!" Zeng Zheng smiled.

"I know, I know." Ma Yuanan nodded slightly.

It's the last 15 minutes.

The fans are anxious, and so are the netizens.

"Hey, it's so hanging, I almost fell in our restricted area!"

"Zhang Ouying!!!"

"Oh! Almost!"

"China team, enter one! China team, enter one!!"

"Hoohoo! I'm a little out of breath."

"Lao Mi is still not convinced, they can't beat us at all!"

"Honghong, everything is up to you!"

"It's so tragic!"

After the start of the second half of overtime, players from both sides tentatively played a wave of offensive.

The result was that the US team forward almost fell in the penalty area of ​​the Chinese team, and the possession of the ball was cut off;
The Chinese team's attack ended with Zhang Ouying's ridiculous long shot.

After this attack, the two sides returned to the stage of midfield offense and defense in the first half of overtime.

No one can attack and no one can kick out.

In the 111th minute, Sun Wen, who was on the forward line, returned to the midfield to receive the ball.

Turn around and pull horizontally, shaking left and right to get rid of two defenders in a row.

Just when the US team thought that Sun Wen was going to make a breakthrough, the ball was knocked horizontally to Liu Ailing's feet.

The latter stepped on the ball lightly, and while pulling it to the right, he saw the opportunity and sent a straight kick in front of Sun Wen.

With a glance like a scalpel, this kick cut through the US team's defense in an instant.

Sun Wen gritted his teeth and ran as fast as he could.

It's all played to this time, and there is no need to save physical fitness.

At this moment, Sun Wen turned into a bolt of red lightning and rushed straight to the ball.

"Sun Wen, Sun Wen!!!"

Amid the cheers of the fans at the scene, it was Sun Wen who touched the ball first with the toe of his right foot.

Using this half-second time, Sun Wen kicked the ball far away again.

The next moment, the soles of the US defender's shoes also rushed over horizontally, rubbing directly against Sun Wen's heels.

A piercing pain instantly hit the soles of his feet.

After Sun Wen staggered a step, he was about to fall subconsciously.

Looking at the ball not far away, Sun Wen suddenly remembered Zeng Zheng's entrustment.

"Fight!!!"

His muddy arms propped up the turf in front of him.

With a strong elbow, Sun Wen, who fell forward to the ground, quickly got up.

Sun Wen's move greatly exceeded the expectations of the people present.

No. 14 Joey, who had just shoveled, and No. 4 Carla, who came to replace him, were raising their right arms at the moment, looking at the referee, trying to explain.

No one expected that Sun Wen would get up again the moment he fell to the ground.

The referee who followed all the way was also a little confused.

Just about to blow the whistle, when he saw this, he immediately stretched his hand forward to signal the game to continue.

When Joey and Kara reacted, Sun Wen had already caught up with the ball and rushed towards the penalty area of ​​the US team again.

At this moment, the whole rose bowl boiled.

"Sun Wen, Sun Wen!!!"

"Sun Wen single-handedly!"

"Sun Wen single-handedly!!!"

The white socks have been stained brown by mud and blood, but at this moment, in Sun Wen's eyes, there is only the gate of the US team.

Move forward!
Go a little further!
Get as close to the opponent's restricted area as possible!
At this moment, there was only one thought in Sun Wen's mind.

She frantically rushed to the penalty area of ​​the US team, vowing to complete the goal.

Facing the girl from Shanghai who was rushing towards him, the goalkeeper of the US team, Scully, resolutely abandoned the door immediately.

Breonna Scully, born in 19719, is a black girl with dreadlocks.

She's strong, explosive, and has a great jumping ability.

But at this moment, no one believed that she could stop Sun Wen who was running.

Because Sun Wen's nickname is - Maradona in a skirt!
Is there anyone in the world who can guard against Maradona?
the answer is negative!

After a face-to-face meeting, Sun Wen pushed his left and right feet continuously, and an extremely gorgeous fried meatball appeared on the Rose Bowl.

Being able to make such smooth fried balls in high-speed dribbling is difficult even for male players in football today.

After passing Scully, Sun Wen suddenly looked up.

In front of her was the empty gate of the US team.

Empty door?

After reacting, Sun Wen subconsciously raised his leg and shot.

Suddenly, I found that not only did my left leg not lift up, but my body also fell forward uncontrollably.

Pfft! ! !
"Beep!!!"

The sound of falling to the ground and the whistle sounded at the same time.

At this moment, the entire Rose Bowl was full of noise.

"Penalty, penalty!!!" Ma Yuanan shouted excitedly.

The Chinese players also immediately gathered around and asked the referee for a penalty.

The whole stadium exploded.

If the Chinese team wins a penalty during this time period, it will be tantamount to killing the game.

The players from both sides surrounded the referee tightly, and the assistant coach of the women's football team rushed to hold Zeng Zheng, asking him to use English to put pressure on the fourth official.

Looking at the bustling players on the field, everyone tensed up, waiting for the referee's verdict.

When a red card was lit up, tens of thousands of Chinese fans burst into cheers.

red card!

The US team goalkeeper was sent off!
Scully took off her gloves angrily, and took a step forward, as if she wanted to have a real-life PK with the referee.

But the next second, she was stopped by her teammates.

Looking at the point pointed by the referee, Scully suddenly realized.

Not a penalty?

Is it a free kick?

Then I am not wronged by this red card!
Seeing the referee's final penalty, the fans were extremely disappointed.

"What's the situation? How is it a free kick? It's obviously a penalty kick!"

"Sun Wen rushed into the penalty area. You pulled her down outside the penalty area. Isn't this a penalty?"

"Black whistle, proper black whistle!"

"Is this referee too unprofessional?"

"Protest! We must protest to FIFA!"

Fans and netizens cursed and shouted, making the backstage staff of Jiulang sweat profusely, and kept withdrawing some curse words.

"The American guy's trick of abandoning the car to protect the handsome man is a lot of fun!" Zeng Zheng smiled wryly.

Ma Yuanan also lost his temper.

What else can I say?

The red card was also given, and the goalkeeper was also sent off.

But just don't give you a penalty.

What can you do?

"Coach Ma, instead of worrying about whether the ball is a penalty, it's better to arrange how to kick the ball!"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Ma Yuanan nodded immediately.

At this moment, Pu Wei also happened to run to the sidelines.

Before Ma Yuan'an could open his mouth, he heard the young general born in 80 shout loudly.

"Coach Zeng, Coach Zeng, Sister Wen asked me to ask you how to play this ball!"

Hearing Pu Wei's yelling, Zeng Zheng and Ma Yuan'an looked at each other, extremely embarrassed.

At such a critical moment, the players didn't want to ask their own coach for advice, but to ask an "outsider".

It is enough to see Zeng Zheng's status in the hearts of women's football girls.

"Just kick normally!"

Zeng Zheng put his hands around his mouth to form a trumpet, and shouted loudly on purpose:

"How to play in normal training, how to play now!"

"Don't be nervous, just kick normally!"

Hearing Zeng Zheng's reply, Pu Wei nodded without even looking at Ma Yuan'an.

"I see, Coach Zeng, I'll tell Sister Wen right away."

When Pu Wei ran back to the field, he looked at Ma Yuanan, who was suffocating, and Zeng Zheng comforted him: "Coach Ma, the team members are just trying to comfort their hearts, to comfort them in their hearts."

The referee's decision has taken effect.

The US team used the last substitution quota to replace a forward with a substitute goalkeeper.

During this period, three Chinese girls, Liu Ailing, Sun Wen and Liu Ying, stood in front of the ball and seemed to be discussing who would take the penalty.

Direct free kicks are not as close as possible.

This kind of free kick directly attached to the penalty area line has higher requirements on the kicker's feet.

Although there are still five or six minutes before the end of the game, the US team, which has one less player on the field, has made up its mind to defend to the death.

If this goal is not scored, they will definitely use the bus to drag the game into a penalty shootout.

If you don't want to take a penalty kick with the opponent, you must make good use of this free kick opportunity!
Not far from the ball, six American players stood in a row.

The remaining three players also squeezed into every corner of the penalty area and participated in the defense.

"Hmph! What else are you looking at? This ball must be played by No. 9!"

Not only the coach of the US team, but almost all Americans have this idea.

Compare with your own No. 9 star Hamm.

If it was his own side who got such a free kick at the last moment, it must have been taken by Hamm.

So at this moment, all the defenders of the US team focused on Sun Wen in front of the ball.

"Beep!!!"

The referee blows his whistle.

Liu Ying was the first to rush out.

Swish!
The Chinese team No. 13 ran over the ball lightly, and the US team did not respond at all.

"Hmph, I knew it, she must be a cover!"

After Liu Ying ran over the ball, Liu Ailing also started quickly.

Facing Liu Ailing, several American team members jumped up subconsciously.

But this time, Liu Ailing also ran across the ball.

Only Sun Wen was left before the ball!

Seeing that Sun Wen had already started running, although the Americans who pressed the "treasure" on Sun Wen also held their breath, they were secretly happy.

"Look, I guessed it right, it must be the number 9 to play!"

As the last player to take a free kick, Sun Wen seems to have no choice but to kick it.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Wen had rushed to the ball.

As everyone expected, Sun Wen's right foot hit the ball firmly with the arch of his right foot.

At the moment when the ball touched the ball, six American players leaped high, desperately intercepting the ball with their bodies.

The substitute goalkeeper in front of the goal also opened his eyes wide, ready to "dedicate himself" to the ball flying across the wall at any time.

But in the next second, everyone was stunned.

The ball did not fly into the sky as they imagined.

On the contrary, the chubby black and white elf rolled straight into the penalty area against the turf and came to Liu Ying.

"Sun Wen passes the ball."

Before the commentator on the stage could say the next thing, Liu Ying, who received the ball, directly kicked up and shot towards the ball!

With such a short distance and such an abrupt shot, the American players around Liu Ying didn't react at all.

Swish! ! !
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the ball went into the upper left corner of the goal in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)