World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 301

"Fuck, Yang Chen really got in!"

"Oh my god, if Yang Chen doesn't score this ball, I'm going to go up and kick it!"

The two of Jin Chi sang together and sang a double reed on the sidelines.

"It really caught Xiao Zeng's expectations, this Cameroon has no stamina!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it has to be Xiao Zeng, who is much more accurate in judging the situation on the court than us two old guys!"

Han Tao even unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Zeng Zheng eagerly.

"Boss Zeng, drink water."

"Ah."

Zeng Zheng took the water, but his eyes were still on the court.

"Boss Zeng, I have something I want to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"Well, there is a football team that wants me to be the coach."

"Oh? Have you met someone who is tempted?"

Zeng Zheng turned his head when he heard the words, and looked at the disciple who had been with him the longest with admiration.

Several teams had asked Han Tao to be their coach and consultant before, and there were even A and B teams among them.

Although Han Tao is young, but compared to the qualifications of the competition, some famous coaches in China really can't compare with him!

According to Han Tao's thinking, he wanted to stay by Zeng Zheng's side until the World Cup and then go out to be his own.

Zeng Zheng did not limit his death time either.

Completely free to come and go.

Unexpectedly, he brought it up at this juncture.

"Which team?" Zeng Zheng asked again.

"Gansu Tianma." Han Tao replied honestly, "This is a team formed last year, but it failed to advance to the first division."

"This year's performance in the Central and Western District is good, and it is very likely to advance to the Southern District semi-finals."

Gansu is in the north, but it belongs to the south.

One is because there are too many teams in the North District, and the other is because the strength of the North District is generally strong, giving these new small teams some opportunities.

"Are they looking for you as a coach or a consultant?"

Zeng Zheng asked a key question.

"Be, be a consultant."

"Then I suggest you don't go."

Hearing the word "consultant", Zeng Zheng poured cold water on Han Tao.

"why?"

"Why?" Zeng Zheng blinked, "Then let me ask you, why do you agree?"

Han Tao didn't say anything.

But what this disciple is thinking, he knows better than anyone else.

Zeng Zheng's Asian Youth Tournament unearthed Eric's behavior and his remarks in support of frontier football greatly infected Han Tao.

The teenager who once quit football due to injury and poverty has finally found his goal.

That is, in addition to being a coach, you must also support the development of football in your hometown.

Now, the Gansu team is the closest team to his hometown.

In the team, it is inevitable that some frontier players will be recruited.

It was for this reason that Han Tao was moved.

"Xiao Tao, you have grown up too, I won't stop you if you want to leave."

"But you also have to distinguish whether those people came to you because of your ability to coach the team, or because of something else."

"It's okay if it's the former, I'll give you a chance to show off your ambitions."

"But if it's the latter, you won't even know that your kid will be sold out!"

"The water in the football world is very deep. Even your former boss, I dare not go for it."

Just as Zeng Zheng tried his best to persuade him, the changes on the court once again made people tense up.

Even if a goal is scored in 45 minutes, even if the injury time is only 2 minutes.

The Chinese team, which has gone crazy, never let go of the opportunity to "beat the dog in the water".

In the 47th minute, even the referee was looking at his watch frequently, ready to find an opportunity to blow the whistle.

But the Chinese team, which controls the ball in the frontcourt, refused to give him this chance!

This time, the Chinese team's attack came from the left.

Wu Chengying, who was plugged in, made a collision with Li Jinyu on the sidewalk.

Seeing that the opponent's defender chose to follow up with Wu Chengying, Li Jinyu immediately turned around and rushed to the opponent's goal with the ball.

This change made Vivienne, who was defending in the middle, nervous.

He immediately made up from the middle, trying to form a double-team with his teammates in the penalty area.

But still a step behind.

Li Jinyu accelerated and dribbled the ball into the penalty area.

Before Vivienfort and Worm "closed the door", he directly took the ball with his left foot and shot the ball towards the goal.

"The Chinese team still has a chance"

"Li Jinyu"

"Okay, shoot!"

With Huang Jianxiang's exclamation, Song Geao flew across and blocked the ball into the air.

Seeing this, Qu Shengqing in the restricted area rushed to the small restricted area line.

Pulling Song Pa aside with both hands, he swung his heel towards the falling ball in a difficult scorpion tail swing.

However, in a panic, he missed the ball with his heel and was swept by his calf instead.

The speed of the ball dropped all of a sudden, and it hit the blocked inside defender's feet.

Yang Chen happened to be beside this defender.

Seeing that the ball bounced towards the small penalty area line again, he hurriedly chased from the small penalty area to the small penalty area line, turned around, took the ball to the bottom line, and then turned around and shot from a small angle.

boom!
The ball just hit the foot of Songao who was blocked in the near corner and popped out of the baseline.

"Beep beep, beep!!!"

The whistle sounded.

The referee did not give the Chinese team a corner kick and ended the first half directly.

Seeing the end of the first half, Zeng Zheng patted Han Tao on the shoulder.

"Okay, Xiao Tao, let's talk about this after the incident, go and do your own business."

Han Tao nodded, and greeted him with a towel and water bottle.

"Ah, the first half of the game was really exciting!"

"The two sides each played a good half of the game, hehe."

In the studio, Huang Jianxiang and Zhang Hehe still had more to say.

Look at the offensive momentum of the Chinese team.

If you give 5 more minutes, maybe you can really overtake the score.

"Cameroon obviously slowed down after scoring a goal."

"The Chinese team seized this opportunity and immediately attacked aggressively, overwhelming the opponent."

"Coach Zeng's judgment of the team's situation is still very accurate. Director Zhang, if it were you, how would you arrange for the second half?"

"Hey, if I were Coach Zeng."

Two ball critics in the studio talked about the hype.

In the locker room, the players were also very excited.

"Damn it, this SB referee, the corner kick at the end didn't go to me!"

"Yeah, maybe we just scored the ball directly!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, today's competition, we must avenge the Olympic Games!"

The team members were impassioned and talked a lot.

Especially those who have participated in the Olympic Games.

I want to get back all the losses in the Olympics in this game.

Seeing Zeng Zheng enter the room, a group of young men immediately stood up and said hello:

"Boss Zeng!"

"Boss Zeng!"

"Coach Zeng!"

"Coach Zeng, tell me, how will we play in the second half?"

Patting the tendons on Zhang Xiaorui's lower abdomen, Zeng Zheng smiled slightly.

"Look at your posture. What? Haven't played enough?"

"Not enough kicks!"

"Not enough kicks!"

The players said in unison.

"Save up if you haven't played enough, we'll play again in the second half!"

Zhang Xiaorui became energetic as soon as he heard it, "Boss Zeng, are we going to play like this in the second half?"

Zeng Zheng chuckled, "Would you let me kick you like this?"

"Why don't you let it go? If they don't let it go, then we will attack!"

"Strong attack? Which one have you hit?"

Zhang Xiaorui stopped talking.

Right now, his left and right shoulders were creaking, and the pain was severe.

He was neither darker nor stronger than a Negro.

"In the second half, Qu Shengqing, come back a bit."

"Li Xiaopeng, Li Tie, you two also go back to collect."

"The two sides are closer to the middle, don't plug them in at the same time."

"Let's play defensively and counterattack."

Ah? ? ?
Hearing the end, the team members immediately put on a bitter face.

What about the positive attack, what kind of defensive counterattack?
In the opening stage of the first half, he was pressed like that, and he didn't play counterattack!
"How do coach Zeng direct, how do you do!" Chi Shangbin frowned and reprimanded.

"Follow what Coach Zeng said and it's over. Why are there so many complaints?" Jin Zhiyang also echoed.

General Fan raised his eyebrows.

He does remember.

Four years ago, when Zeng Zheng first joined the team, the two of them didn't even look at Zeng Zheng.

It's fine now.

Faced with doubts, before Zeng Zheng opened his mouth, the two became the "two generals humming" beside Zeng Zheng.

"Okay, okay, let's all take a good rest first."

"There are still 45 minutes to play!"

"We can't lose the chain in the second half!"

As soon as General Fan spoke, the team members fell silent.

Gathered in twos and threes, discussing the highlights of the first half.

As people of the same age, General Fan, Ou Chuliang, Ma Mingyu, and Zeng Zheng sat together.

All three looked at Ou Chuliang, Zeng Zheng asked, "Brother Ou, how do you feel?"

"it's okay no problem!"

Although he conceded a goal, Ou Chuliang seemed to be in good spirits.

"It's still manageable."

"Haha, Xiao Ou's words are so modest, I was worried for him watching from the sidelines!" Ma Mingyu laughed.

Who doesn't know, at the beginning of the first half, if it wasn't for Ou Chuliang's strong resistance, the Chinese team might have collapsed long ago.

"Brother Ma, I'm really fine." Ou Chuliang stretched out his right hand and moved his wrist in front of the three of them.

Seeing this, Zeng Zheng stepped forward and patted Ou Chuliang on the shoulder and said, "Brother Ou, if you say you can hold on, then I will believe you."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you."

"The second half must be more dangerous than the first half!"

Ah? ? ?
This time, the three veterans were also a little confused.

"Coach Zeng, are you serious?"

When I heard Zeng Zheng say that he played defense in the second half, I thought Zeng Zheng was trying to calm down the players.

Don't forget to defend for the sake of attacking.

But listening to it now, it seems that there are still tough battles to be fought in the second half.

"You don't think it's over for Cameroon, do you?"

Looking at the three of them with "not so" expressions.

Zeng Zheng shook his head.

"No matter what people say, they are both African and Olympic double champions."

"Although there are many problems within the team, it is no worse than the French team."

"think about it."

"Since they have so many internal problems, why do they still send their main players to play in the Confederations Cup?"

"Isn't it just to use this cup to integrate the team?"

"At least for their coach, with this Confederations Cup champion, his prestige in the team has been raised by at least one notch!"

"Old Fan, Brother Ou, I can remind you."

"I must hold on to the second half!"

"I have a hunch that they must have attacked harder than in the first half!"

Ou Chuliang and General Fan looked at each other.

They nodded together.

Especially General Fan.

But for the Olympics, he even gave up the Asian Cup.

For the Cameroon team that stopped the Chinese team in the semi-finals, he never thought about competing with his opponent again.

Soon, the second half began.

The two sides changed sides and fought again, and no one changed.

The head coach of Cameroon was also a little surprised when he found that the Chinese team did not start the game.

Surprised by surprise, Cameroon's attack came as promised.

In the 46th minute, Gremi brought the ball to the 30-meter area.

This is where the Chinese team's defense is densest.

But at the moment when Li Tie and Li Xiaopeng "closed the door", Gremi poked the ball with his right foot and gave the ball to Mboma who was further ahead.

The Cameroon veteran turned around immediately after getting the ball.

With the effort of turning around, all the range that can be seen in the field of vision is reflected in the mind.

Li Weifeng just wanted to step forward to block the ball when Mboma kicked it out.

"Gremy"

"Okay, Mboma in the middle lane."

"Eto'o from the right is coming up!"

Eto'o!
It's Eto'o again!
When Wu Chengying turned his head, Eto'o rushed past him like a vigorous leopard.

In less than a second, he received a diagonal pass from Mboma.

After taking a step to the bottom, start a cross with your right foot one step before the bottom line.

Looking at the ball flying towards the middle, Huang Jianxiang's heart was in his throat.

"Ah this."

Ou Chuliang, who was guarding the front point, was far behind the ball.

There is simply nothing that can be done.

When the ball flew to the middle, only General Fan stood in front of Mboma and Vivian Fu.

That's right!

Eto'o made a cross, and there were actually two Cameroon players vying for it.

Mboma, who was standing slightly forward, jumped high and tried to head the ball into the empty goal.

But because he ran too oily, he stretched his neck so long that he didn't touch the ball.

Vivian Fu, who was standing a little behind, was also a little surprised when he saw this.

Seeing the ball flying over Mboma's head, he swung his right leg hastily and wanted to volley.

"Eto'o's cross!"

"Middle Road."

"Follow up!"

"Ouch, kicked away!"

"Kick it, hehe."

Said it was kicked.

In fact, the ball was kicked at all.

The ball rubbed against Vivian Fu's instep, immediately bounced high, and flew towards the outside of the penalty area.

People who didn't know thought it was a clearance ball from the Chinese defender!

The two commentators in the broadcast room were happily discussing the ball, but Zeng Zheng was loudly directing the players from the sidelines.

TNND.

Cameroon's attack was even more violent than he had imagined!

Soon, Cameroon's attack came again.

This time, Eto'o attacked the left.

Sun Jihai saw the opportunity and made a sliding tackle, shoveling the ball out of bounds ahead of schedule.

Zeng Zheng raised his leather shoes, as if he wanted to stop the flying ball under his feet.

Seeing this, Eto'o immediately showed an African smile at Zeng Zheng.

"Slant!"

I never thought that this big boy from Cameroon could speak Chinese.

However, Zeng Zheng flicked his raised foot to the side, letting the ball pass between his legs.

Then stood aside, watching Eto'o run past him with a playful face.

Eto'o had no choice but to run to the bottom of the advertising board, bent down and picked up the ball.

Then he ran to the sidelines with the ball in his arms and threw the ball out.

After Eto'o returned to the field, Chi Shangbin leaned over.

"Xiao Zeng, did I hear correctly just now? That Cameroon No. 9 spoke Chinese?"

Zeng Zheng snorted softly: "It's not easy to say anything!"

"This cheetah, I must be exhausted by him today!"

(End of this chapter)