World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 8 Attack Is King
"Don't let General Fan take a penalty!!!"

The game has been interrupted, Zeng Zhengcai will not waste 10 exchange points for a thousand miles of sound transmission.

Following Zeng Zheng's orders, General Fan, who had just reached the top of the arc and asked for the ball, looked embarrassed.

Does this new coach have a problem with me?

This is too distrustful of me, right?
See how anxious he is.

Like if I kick a penalty and the world ends!
"Brother Fan, this is the coach's instruction." Sun Jihai promised.

"Nonsense, I'm not deaf and blind!"

General Fan flicked it away.

The ball in his hand hit the ground and bounced quickly, almost hitting Zhang Xiaorui's chin.

This scene happened to be captured by the cameras on the sidelines.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaorui was young and respected General Fan very much, so he didn't take this matter to heart.

Facing Dia Yaya, a calm change of pace.

After tricking the opponent to the other side, push the bottom right corner of the goal and succeed.

2:0.

The Chinese team's lead in the away game expanded to two goals.

In front of the coach's bench, Gu Mingchang clapped his hands and moved to Zeng Zheng's side to remind him.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, I understand that you want Jianlibao's children to show themselves more, but you can't do that either!"

"General Fan is the captain and the first penalty shooter."

"As coaches, we still have to have the trust we should have!"

"If you do this, doesn't that make him unable to step down in front of the whole team?"

"If the captain loses his majesty, how will he deter others in the team in the future?"

Gu Mingchang implied that what Zeng Zheng did just now was a bit too unhuman.

After hearing this, Zeng Zheng smiled slightly.

"I'm not afraid that he won't be able to kick in!"

"Then what are you worried about?" Gu Mingchang asked curiously.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to bear the consequences of missing a penalty."

Zeng Zheng clearly remembered that the media in his previous life liked to focus on the pain points of the players.

In order to attract traffic and grandstanding, always make a fuss about the title to mislead young fans.

What happened to the missed penalty?
How can the world preliminaries be decided by a penalty kick?

Without the hard work and hard work of the players and the captain in so many games before, can it be the turn of this penalty to become the highlight?
That's exactly what it said.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

Zeng Zheng does worry about history repeating itself.

But looking at the 2-0 score on the field, I began to ponder again.

Has my little butterfly already played a role?
At halftime, most of the locker room looked relaxed.

Being able to lead Saudi Arabia by two goals in an away game is something that no one has ever imagined.

Zeng Zheng gnawed on a banana and sat down beside General Fan.

"Old Fan, are you still angry with me?"

"Oh, how dare I? I'm thankful that Coach Zeng still left me on the court. How dare I be angry with Coach Zeng?"

General Fan shrank his neck, clasped his palms together and swung his body up and down, while shrinking back, as if he didn't want to get involved with Zeng Zheng.

General Fan Da was born in 69, one year older than Zeng Zheng.

However, due to job restrictions, General Fan had to call Zeng Zheng as a coach.

Originally letting someone younger than him lead him, General Fan was a little dissatisfied.

Now, in front of more than 7 fans, he can't get off the stage like this, it's no wonder General Fan is not angry!
But Zeng Zheng didn't intend to explain it to him, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

He is not demanding.

General Fan can do his best in these two games.

"Well, old Fan, let's make a bet."

Ignoring the disgust on General Fan's face, Zeng Zheng said to himself.

"What if Iran loses the next game and it's written off?"

Iran lost?

General Fan's mind turned extremely fast.

While the national team lost to Qatar, the match between Iran and Kuwait has also been settled.

0 to 0, Iran only got 1 point.

Now in the standings of Group A, the Iranian team played one more game and ranked first with 12 points.

If the next game is lost, then Iran's points will also be fixed at 12 points.

12 points, not a natural moat!
Instead, it means opportunity.

It means that as long as the Chinese team beat Saudi Arabia this time, and then beat Kuwait at home in the next game, they can still qualify!

If Iran really loses, then the Chinese team that defeated Saudi Arabia will once again take the initiative in their own hands!

Thinking of this, General Fan's blood boiled.

At this moment, any personal honor or disgrace, any coach's distrust, and any loss of face were all forgotten by him.

The gates to France were what he was most eagerly looking forward to.

"Okay, that's it!"

General Fan waved his hands boldly, and shook hands with Zeng Zheng.

As for what would happen if Iran did not lose, neither of them said.

We all know it well.

You resign from your post, and I will return to my club, and everyone will not violate the river water from now on.

But in any case, in the second half of the match against Saudi Arabia, General Fan at least opened up his knot.

General Fan, who has no scruples, is one of the top few in Asia!
After taking care of General Fan, the locker room became completely enjoyable.

Zeng Zheng said a few words and asked the players to relax.

In the second half, they will continue to attack!

"Coach Xiao Zeng, Li Jinyu's position is too far ahead, let him withdraw!"

"Coach Xiao Zeng, why didn't Li Bing defend himself! If he runs like that again, his energy will be gone!"

"Coach Xiao Zeng, can you stop letting Ma Mingyu get an assist?"

After seeing the team's play in the second half, Gu Ming's jaw dropped in shock.

1 to 0, your offense is justified, after all, 1 goal is not safe;

But now you are leading by two goals, why are you attacking?

Quickly deploy the defense line and defend the score to the end!
Seeing that the team was still pressing hard under Zeng Zheng's command, Gu Mingchang was so anxious that his eyeballs almost popped out.

"Coach Gu, don't be impatient."

Taking advantage of a dead ball, Zeng Zheng waved his hand and said slowly:
"I remember the game against Iran in Golden State, we were up two goals, right?"

In one sentence, Gu Mingchang almost choked to death.

If the battle in Qatar is the last fig leaf for their coaching staff, then the top ten game against Iran is the beginning of the end of the game.

In the case of a two-goal lead at home, he was poured four times in a row.

Apart from the incompetence of the coaching staff, there is really no other explanation!
Chen and Gu did not expect that Zeng Zheng would still let his players attack, and neither did the Saudi coach on the opposite side.

Their counterattacks have been obstructed by the Chinese team from the backcourt. Often after the ball breaks through the midfield, there is no room left to move forward.

As for the Chinese team, it also paid the price for this high-intensity pressing.

Zhang Xiaorui, Sui Dongliang, Ma Mingyu, Li Bing and Li Hongjun all received a yellow card, more than twice as many as Saudi Arabia.

After Saudi Arabia's first attack in the second half threatened Ou Chuliang's goal, Zeng Zheng decisively chose to make a substitution.

Ma Mingyu, who had received a yellow card, went off and replaced him with Li Ming.

Ma Mingyu's slow walk off the field angered the Saudi fans, who booed from the stands for a while.

"Hold your arms, jog, and go slower!"

Zeng Zheng seemed to be urging loudly on the sidelines, as if calling Ma Mingyu to get off quickly.

But those who could understand Chinese all burst out laughing.

Well, Zeng Zheng, why is it so bad?

After finally waiting for the Chinese team to make a successful substitution, the same scene reappeared just 2 minutes later.

This time, Zeng Zheng replaced Li Bing, who had no strength, with Gao Feng.

Li Bing really couldn't run anymore.

He staggered off the field, and sat on the sidelines as soon as he got up, and he didn't even have the strength to walk a few more steps to sit on the chair.

"Then who, come here and press Li Bing's legs!"

Zeng Zheng patted Li Bing on the shoulder, praised "Good job", then turned his head and continued to direct the game.

Captain Xu Hong was not dissatisfied with Zeng Zheng's casual yelling, and stepped forward to press Li Bing's feet.

"Captain, thank you, thank you."

Li Bing let out a long breath, and lay on his back on the turf, he was really exhausted and paralyzed.

"What's the matter!" Xu Hongman said indifferently, "If Coach Zeng can score this score every game, I'd rather break your feet all the time!"

"That's right! Coach Xiao Zeng is really different from other coaches! He is passionate and capable. He reminded me of my running positions a few times!" Li Bing lay on the ground and said with emotion.

Just as the two were chatting, there was a sudden exclamation from the stands.

Immediately afterwards, the exclamation of the Saudi fans turned into a sigh, while the fans of the Chinese team continued to raise their voices, spreading cheers throughout the stadium.

The two hurriedly looked up.

Gao Feng, who just came on the field, is being surrounded by the players.

That damn football appeared in the net behind Dia Yaya again.

(End of this chapter)