World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 336 The Power of Bananas

"WUhu!~Crack!"

"WUhu!~Crack!
"WUhu!~Crack!"

As soon as they entered the field, the Iranian fans packed the stadium used this uniform "Viking battle cry" to give the Chinese team a blow.

More than [-] Iranian fans radicalized the stadium.

In this [-] army, [-] Chinese fans are like a drop in the ocean, drifting with the tide.

The most frustrating thing for the fans is that there is no host and guest stands for this game.

In other words, there are only 5000 Chinese fans, and they are still divided out.

It seems that the organizers have also put a lot of thought into this "decisive battle".

Seeing the Chinese players enter the field for practice, a series of uniform Persian words sounded from the stands.

As the fans clapped and shouted more and more frequently, the hearts of the players on the field became faster and faster.

At the end, Chi Shangbin directly covered his heart and shouted "Ah yo yo".

"Ah yo, my heart~~~"

"Quick, quick!"

"Hurry up and get my Suxiao Jiuxin Pill!"

Seeing this, Han Tao quickly took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out six black "Hua Hua Dan" and stuffed them into late guest's mouth.

Not long after swallowing, Chi Shangbin finally regained his breath.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Jin Zhiyang on the side also had a horrified expression.

"How can the players play in such a terrifying home atmosphere?"

"If we had known earlier, we would have made a big commotion in Wulihe."

Being cowardly before fighting has been a taboo for military strategists since ancient times.

In the VIP stand, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Iran looked down at the stadium below, like a king overlooking all living beings.

"Look at the cohesion of our fans, tsk tsk tsk"

"Guaranteed Chinese people's legs will become weak after hearing this, and their feet will slip."

"Haha, if you don't start kicking, scare them to death!"

Thanks to the structure of the pitch.

The Azadi Stadium is like a huge Roman arena. The sound from any part of the stands will rippling in the center of the stadium for a moment.

Amidst such uniform battle roars, anyone with a weak mental capacity will feel palpitations like a late guest.

The home team members stood on the field, looking proudly at the Chinese players on the opposite side of the field.

"Haha, I saw it, the No. 6 ball was not passed well just now!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I guess my legs are weak from fright!"

"What a coward! This kind of virtue still plays fur football, why not go home and herd cattle!"

"Hahaha~~~"

Facing the mocking eyes of the Iranian team members, General Fan stretched out his arms.

"What are you going to do?"

"Brother Fan, I'll pick up the ball." Li Weifeng's brain froze when he was stopped.

To be honest, if General Fan hadn't stopped him, he would have almost rushed to the center line just now and sparred with the opponent.

What a terrifying Azadi Stadium!
It actually has such a demagogic effect!
"You better go pick up the ball, boy."

General Fan said the same thing as Li Weifeng, and then withdrew his arm.

With General Fan's reminder, Li Datou, who was relieved, took a deep breath and ran to the ball.

Then he lowered his head, unable to bear the opponent's provocative eyes, and waded the ball back like this.

"Captain, you can't go on like this!"

Sun Jihai was also sweating profusely at the moment.

In order to fight against this terrifying atmosphere at home, he also worked hard to stabilize his mind.

But the problem is that just fighting against the home atmosphere is so hard.

How will you play the next game?
"Hey, hey, what are you all doing there?"

"It's time to practice."

"Don't wait for the game and say that the turf hasn't adapted yet!"

There was a dissatisfied reprimand.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw Zeng Zheng wearing a blue calico fir on his upper body, a pair of beige beach pants on his lower body, and a pair of flip-flops on his feet, lying carelessly on a sunshade chair by the side of the court.

What the fuck? !
What the fuck?

Fuck? !

Seeing Zeng Zheng's appearance, Jin Zhiyang, who had just patted the back of Shangbin late, hurried up to persuade him.

"Xiao Zeng, you, you, what's going on with you?"

Ignoring Jin Zhiyang's inquiry, Zeng Zheng lazily lay down on the beach chair and snapped his fingers.

Han Tao on the side quickly handed the iced orange juice he had prepared to Zeng Zheng.

"Suck~~~"

"Hiccup~~~"

It wasn't until he emptied the straw in one breath that Zeng Zheng asked lazily:
"What?"

"Coach Jin, what did you say just now?"

Seeing Zeng Zheng's appearance of "mud cannot support the wall", Jin Zhiyang only needs to persuade him again.

"Xiao Zeng, you should pay attention to the influence of your outfit."

"Influence? Influence?" Zeng Zheng pushed the sunglasses on his forehead.

"Fifa stipulates that the head coach is not allowed to wear this?"

"Or they stipulate that I can't bring a recliner to sit on?"

"Or is it that they won't even let me drink this orange juice?"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng looked at the embarrassed Jin Zhiyang.

Then he showed a surprised expression.

Passed the orange juice in his hand forward, "Aha, look at my brain."

"Come on, Coach Jin, take a sip too."

"This is icy and refreshing. It's always delicious."

Looking at the only ice cubes and a few slices of oranges left in the glass, Jin Zhiyang shook his head like a rattle.

"Since you don't drink, don't blame me!"

Zeng Zheng showed a regretful expression, and then snapped his fingers again.

"Shh!"

Soon, Han Tao poured another glass into the cup.

At this moment, all the cameras of Azadi are aimed at the sidelines.

Every move of the Chinese coaching staff is also transmitted to all parts of the world along with the live broadcast signal.

"Nonsense, this is simply nonsense!"

The war is imminent.

Seeing Zeng Zheng's appearance, the bureau leader almost broke the table.

"If Iran is not won in this game, he will be withdrawn when he comes back!"

"Whoever said it wouldn't f*ck work!"

"Look, look, does this still look like the head coach of a national team?"

"How did you two usually educate?"

"How many times have I said that?"

"Professional skills must be improved, and ideological awareness must not be left behind!"

"starting today."

"In addition to the players who have to copy the ideological texts after practice every day, the coaches also have to copy!"

"Foreign teacher?"

"Well, let's forget about foreign teachers first."

Seeing the leader losing his temper, Xu and Wang didn't even dare to say anything.

The two looked at each other, and they never expected that Zeng Zheng would make such an exaggerated move on such an occasion.

"Old Xu, you have hurt me!" Wang Junsheng pulled his eyebrows down and cried miserably to Xu Fang.

The corner of Xu Fang's mouth twitched, as if you deserved it.

When Xiao Zeng led the team to win the championship, it was you who made the scene in front of others.

After the scenery is over, of course you have to take the blame for him!

The leaders were naturally cursing, and the fans were also dumbfounded.

Huang Jianxiang, who was sitting in the commentary booth, also experienced a brain crash after seeing Zeng Zheng's appearance.

"Uh uh uh, what we, what we see now, is, is the head coach of the Chinese national team."

"He, he is dressed today, looks, looks"

"Well, Tehran is hot enough today."

"Coach Zeng deliberately wore casual clothes."

"In order to better command from the sidelines."

"If you wear a suit and tie like before, you might pass out after ten minutes on such a hot day."

"From this point of view, Coach Zeng is still very good at playing ahead of schedule."

But no matter how round Huang Jianxiang is, Zeng Zheng's "casual" performance still angered the home fans.

What do you mean?
Are you on vacation?
Or do you look down on our Iranian team?

Don't get carried away, let's see how our Persian cavalry defeats you!
The fans started swearing.

Many people even threw the sundries in their hands at Zeng Zheng, hoping to bruise him.

But Zeng Zheng was prepared.

After snapping his fingers again, Han Tao took out a special parasol and stuck it beside Zeng Zheng.

Needless to say, this parasol was also exchanged by Zeng Zheng.

Not only can it shade, but it can also resist various sundries.

Not to mention paper balls and plastic bottles, even beer bottles and metal stacks can't break the umbrella surface.

Soon, a circle of debris was thrown around the parasol.

The security guards at the scene also looked helpless when they saw this.

According to the rules, they must step forward to protect Zeng Zheng from being attacked by fans;

But when they saw that Zeng Zheng was completely safe, they all gritted their teeth, wishing that Zeng Zheng would be smashed all over his head immediately.

"What are you still doing?"

"It's time to practice!"

After reprimanding the players, Zeng Zheng turned his head and shouted at the two Jin Chi who were hiding in the coach's bench:

"Coach Jin, Coach Chi, you two, stop standing on the sidelines."

"It's dangerous here!"

"Let me command the team!"

Seeing Zeng Zheng take another deep breath of the juice, Jin Zhiyang shook his head uncontrollably.

"Oh, oh, what a crime, what a crime. If you lose this, how will you explain it when you return to your country?"

Chi Shangbin: "Quickly give me Jiuxin Pills, give me Jiuxin Pills, Jiuxin Pills, it's over."

I have to say that Zeng Zheng's casual performance really relieved the tense nerves of the players.

Two minutes after the opening, Madavikia came out from the left with an invincible momentum.

Facing Wu Chengying's upper grab, he dunked with his right foot, and after cutting inside to the corner of the penalty area, he continued to use his right foot to kick the ball.

Ou Chuliang in front of the door was calm and composed in front of the opponent's cold kick.

After looking sideways at the incoming ball and taking a few steps back, he lifted the ball out of the crossbar with a single palm.

In the 4th minute, No. 19 Karimi also tried a long shot from outside the penalty area of ​​the Chinese team.

Fortunately, General Fan and Li Weifeng blocked it in time, and did not pose any threat to the gate of the Chinese team.

In this game, Sun Jihai, General Fan, Li Weifeng and Wu Chengying led the defense.

Although Li Tie was brought to Tehran by Zeng Zheng, he did not appear in the starting lineup.

Zhang Ran and Li Xiaopeng are two partners with double midfielders, and their main focus is "seeking stability".

Faced with the indiscriminate bombing by the Iranians, both Zhang Xiaorui and Li Jinyu kept running back to their penalty area to participate in the defense.

On the front line, Yang Chen and Xie Hui's Bundesliga class bully partner has not played any role since the beginning.

After seeing Ou Chuliang use another shot to block Ali Daiyi's strong shot from the bottom line, Huang Jianxiang also had to feel emotional.

"After returning to the home court, the Iranian team was like a different team."

"Their offensive was very fierce after the start. Within 5 minutes, they scored three shots in a row."

"Although they were all saved by the Chinese team's defenders, the Iranian team will take a corner kick next."

"The crisis in front of the Chinese team has not been resolved."

With the whistle of the referee, the ball flew across the sky and flew to the center of the penalty area.

Under the protection of General Fan and Li Weifeng, Ou Chuliang rushed out of the small penalty area and took the ball off the air.

Such a "hasty" attack is very dangerous.

What's more, Ou Chuliang is not a tall goalkeeper.

After picking up the ball, Ou Chuliang's body fell forward and naturally pressed on the top player of the Iranian team.

Even so, Ou Chuliang's arms still held the ball firmly and did not appear to let go.

In the restricted area, Li Weifeng and General Fan hurried forward to pull them away.

"Be steady, fight slowly, don't worry!"

Zeng Zheng lay leisurely on the beach chair, muttering casually.

Although it was whispered, every word he said was accurately drilled into the ears of the target team members.

After hearing Zeng Zheng's instructions, the team members also calmed down and followed what he said.

"Split the ball to the right first."

"It's okay to come here, just fall down."

"Don't worry, he just made a show, and he got rid of it with a buckle."

"Pass back, yes, pass to the goalkeeper!"

"Split the ball to the other side as soon as possible."

In this way, under Zeng Zheng's command, the team members unhurriedly began to kick their feet in the backcourt.

Whenever the Iranian striker felt that the passing route of the Chinese team had been completely forced to death, the players always found a new passing route and distributed the ball.

After shifting back and forth twice, the Iranian striker's temples were covered with beads of sweat.

It was very difficult for them to run back and forth on such a hot day.

"Oh, the Chinese team took the initiative to slow down the rhythm."

Huang Jianxiang saw the clue.

"After obtaining the ball, the Chinese team did not choose to attack immediately."

"It's about inverting in the midfield to wear down the opponent's will."

"And, under Coach Zeng's tactic of exchanging space for time, many Iranian players are already anxious."

"Look, Aziz is yelling at his teammates behind him."

"Why don't you come over, why don't you force me up! How can I snatch it by myself?"

Although Huang Jianxiang didn't really hear what Aziz was shouting.

But seeing him anxiously swaying his arms and his hideous facial expression from the camera, I believe Huang Jianxiang can guess very closely.

"In this game, for the Chinese team, a draw will ensure the qualifying."

Seeing that there is no danger for the time being, Huang Jianxiang began to analyze the current situation of the top ten competition.

"Because of the schedule, this is the last top ten match of the Chinese team."

"In the previous seven games, the Chinese team had six wins and one tie with 19 points."

"The Iranian team has one game less and currently has five wins and one loss with 15 points."

"The gap between the two teams is now 4 points."

"Judging from this score, the Chinese team has at least ensured the top two in Group A and at least one qualification to participate in the play-offs."

"However, if this game can achieve a draw or even better results, the Chinese team can go directly to next year's World Cup in Japan and South Korea without participating in the play-offs."

"Conversely, so did the Iranian team."

"As long as they win the Chinese team at home, and then beat Bahrain away in the next game, they can surpass the Chinese team and win the first place in Group A."

"So this game can be regarded as a battle of life and death for the Chinese team."

"For now, Coach Zeng has done a good job in the past seven games."

"But it still didn't allow the team to qualify early."

"Even so, the initiative in this game is still in the hands of the Chinese team."

"Because as long as we keep this 0-0 draw, we will be the ones who get the right to qualify directly!"

"Come on, Chinese team!"

While the Chinese team was cheering for the team, Bagheri tried to get injured and used a dangerous move to break the ball from Li Xiaopeng's feet.

In the face of the complaints and protests of the Chinese players, the referee did not blow the whistle to signal the game to continue.

However, the Iranian players who have been scrambling for a while have long been unable to hold back their emotions.

Obviously there is a chance to pass the ball into the penalty area, and then play when it is safer.

But the impatient Aziz chose to attack the goal directly at the top of the arc, making Ali Daei, who had already run into the penalty area from the open space, busy.

Facing the incoming ball, Ou Chuliang clasped his arms and hugged the ball tightly.

Then, according to Zeng Zheng's instructions, he lay on the ground as before until the last time of the countdown.

Seeing this situation, the Iranian fans in the stands were all furious.

After cursing every Chinese player on the field, they began to curse at Zeng Zheng under the parasol next to the stands.

"Bang Bang Bang~~~"

The umbrella surface was shaking again.

Han Tao, who was holding the umbrella handle under the umbrella, was terrified.

I was afraid that some blind glass object would pierce the umbrella cloth and injure the two of them.

Han Tao was trembling, but Zeng Zheng was still at ease.

Especially after seeing Ou Chuliang firmly catch the opponent's long shot without even giving the opponent a corner kick, he shook his hand vigorously and stood up from the couch.

Seeing movement on the side of the Chinese coaching bench, Ou Chuliang was still wasting time on the field.

The cameraman turned decisively and aimed at Zeng Zheng.

I saw Zeng Zheng stepping on slippers, walking with a step that his relatives would not recognize, walking to the umbrella and squatting down.

Stretching out his hand to the sun, he groped among the sundries for a long time.

In front of more than [-] fans, a yellow banana was pulled out.

"Banana?!" Huang Jianxiang was also stunned when he saw this, he thought he had read it wrong.

"Uh, yes, it's a banana!"

In the camera, Zeng Zheng peels the bananas in twos and threes.

In front of more than [-] fans, he ate the banana in two bites.

Looking at the petrified Han Tao behind him, Zeng Zheng waved his hand.

"Xiao Tao, come here!"

"Pick some fruit that hasn't broken, and make me a fruit plate!"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng returned to the beach chair again and lay down leisurely.

It seemed that everything that happened on the pitch and in the stands had nothing to do with him.

After 7 seconds, Ou Chuliang threw the ball out.

Sun Jihai carried the ball along the sideline and passed Han Tao curiously.

The Iranians have also learned to be smart.

In such a deep place, you can't say anything to grab it.

While dribbling the ball, Sun Jihai glanced at Han Tao who was "picking up trash".

See the safety on the court at this moment.

Han Tao also met Sun Jihai's gaze, stretched out the banana in his hand and said:
"Skill Sea."

"Boss Zeng said."

"If you want to score a goal, I'll peel one off for you!"

Sun Jihai nodded.

Then with a heavy shoulder fake shake, he passed the opponent's defender.

Do not know why.

Thinking of that banana, Sun Jihai's heart was filled with strength.

(End of this chapter)