World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 90 Leveraging History
"Sun Jihai, Yang Chen is running in the penalty area"

"The teammate on the left side is empty"

"Li Bing is in front to respond"

Sun Jihai waded through the ball, wiped his sweat, raised his head and looked desperately into the distance.

He never doubted Zeng Zheng's every reminder.

I only hate that my field of vision is not wide enough, and I didn't see the teammates who were free in the first place.

As the game passed minute by minute, Zeng Zheng's shouts became more and more urgent.

The players on the field are very clear.

No more goals.

When South Africa recovers in the second half, don't think about so many good opportunities.

Another long pass failed.

The ball was pushed out by the tall South African defender, and both Yang Chen and Li Bing missed it.

Looking at the ball flying in the air, Sun Jihai stretched out his feet subconsciously.

Relying on his physical instincts and years of hard training experience, while twisting to get rid of the South African defender, he also unloaded the ball perfectly in front of him.

"Pretty!"

Seeing Sun Jihai stop the ball so skillfully, General Fan on the sidelines couldn't help but praise him loudly.

"Sun Jihai received a clearance from a South African player."

Huang Jianxiang looked at the field seriously, "What will he do next?"

Sun Jihai was hesitant when he was cleared by his opponent for consecutive long passes.

Is it really correct to hold high and fight like this?
The next second, he shook his head vigorously again.

This is a tactic formulated by coach Zeng.

And everyone agrees that heading is our specialty.

Even what he is best at can't penetrate the opponent's defense line, wouldn't it be more difficult to be defended by the opponent if he changed to other routines?

After feinting on the spot, Sun Jihai chose to bottom again.

In order to get rid of the defenders around him, Sun Jihai continued to speed up while dribbling.

As soon as Sun Jihai accelerated, the opponent also accelerated.

Seeing that the bottom line was right in front of him, Sun Jihai glanced at the middle, and then swung his right leg.

"Sun Jihai made a cross from the bottom."

"Shut it!"

Huang Jianxiang said it easily, but the two people on the field were extremely embarrassed.

The moment before he made his move, Sun Jihai thought of Zeng Zheng's teachings.

So this buckle is completely improvised.

He even deceived himself, let alone the opponent's defender?
The South African full-back slid past, and his body slid out of the baseline along the turf.

Sun Jihai also put his hands on the ground, split his legs, and supported his center of gravity.

Excuse!
When Sun Jihai raised his head again, the "scenery" in front of him suddenly enlightened him.

No wonder let me buckle this up!

Such a big space!

Just stand still and prepare for a second before sending it on!
Facing the endless vacuum in front of him, Sun Jihai hesitated.

How to do?Is it a pass or a belt?

Looking at the restricted area line so close at hand, Sun Jihai still couldn't resist the temptation.

With a push with his right foot, he dribbled the ball towards the South African team's penalty area.

"Sun Jihai dribbles the ball forward."

"Wade into the opponent's restricted area."

"Sun Jihai speed up!"

Facing the South African defender who rushed to defend him, Sun Jihai subconsciously pulled the ball horizontally to avoid the opponent's attack.

With this dodge, the ball is about to roll out of the bottom line.

Never let the ball go out of bounds!
Seeing the ball about to roll off the bottom line, Sun Jihai panicked.

It is a great "risk" to cut inward without authorization.

Although Zeng Zheng encouraged players to have "a flash of inspiration" on the court.

But there is a price to pay, and there must be a strong ability.

So Sun Jihai regretted it now.

In a hurry, he just wanted to reach the ball back as fast as possible, and then kicked it to the center recklessly.

Suddenly, Zeng Zheng's shout rang in Sun Jihai's ears.

"Later, Zhang Yanhua!!!"

Kuroko?

Sun Jihai looked up subconsciously.

Wuyang Wuyang, a player in the penalty area.

Red and white staggered, and everyone was crowded together.

At this moment, a constantly moving red figure suddenly appeared in front of Sun Jihai.

Wanda's eyes lit up.

Tighten the instep of the right foot, aim at the lower right side of the ball and give it a hard pick.

The ball just hit the baseline and flew high.

Over Hans Funk's desperately outstretched right arm, he fell towards the far post.

boom!
Zhang Yanhua, who was plugged in at the back, leaped recklessly and smashed the ball into the South African team's goal with his swarthy forehead.

Boom!
In the next second, Zhang Yanhua, who was unable to brake in time, slammed into the pillar.

hum~~~
The doorframes of South Africa trembled.

Just like the hearts of South African players.

"The ball goes in, goes in, goes in, goes in, goes in, goes in!"

Huang Jianxiang couldn't control his emotions anymore, picked up the microphone on the table, and growled wantonly.

Sun Jihai passed the ball from the bottom line.

This time, there is no offside, right?

The referee blew his whistle and circled his finger.

The goal is valid!

Zhang Yanhua, who scored the goal, desperately supported the goal post and got up, screaming like a gorilla, beating his chest and running to the sidelines.

The fans in the stands cheered together.

"Boom~"

Lao Rong unscrewed the cork of champagne and poured a full glass into the paper cup in his wife's hand.

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

The fans on the side also took a sip, raised their glasses and laughed together.

"This time I really entered!"

"There is no problem!"

"In the 43rd minute, Zhang Yanhua scored the goal."

"It was his club teammate Sun Jihai who sent him the assist."

"This is the first goal of the Chinese team in the World Cup."

"Carrying the expectation of the Chinese people for 40 years, it has finally come true at this moment!"

"Zhang Yanhua!"

"Zhang Yanhua made history."

At this time, the camera on the sidelines gave Zhang Yanhua a close-up.

The fans in front of the TV clearly saw that there was a deep red mark in the middle of his brow.

Even the tip of his nose is red.

"Heizi's ball is really hard work!"

"You hit your face on the doorpost, can you not fight?"

"Heizi is also strong, and he didn't pass out after being hit so hard."

After scoring the goal, Zhang Yanhua ran all the way to the coaching area.

Hugged tightly with the teaching assistant and others who had already opened their arms to greet him.

After hugging them one by one, Zhang Yanhua went through the crowd again and came to Zeng Zheng.

Without saying a word, he hugged him by the waist.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, if it weren't for your loud voice, I wouldn't know it was empty!"

"You can't stand it, I can't do it no matter how loud I am!" Zeng Zheng laughed.

Zhang Yanhua's goal relieved everyone in the coaching staff.

This World Cup is finally not in vain!
"Zhang Yanhua's goal not only brought the Chinese team back from the cliff!"

"Also completed our first goal in this World Cup - scoring a goal."

"Next, we will make persistent efforts to try to equalize the score."

"There are still 45 minutes in the second half, we still have a chance!!!"

"Team China, come on!"

Huang Jianxiang's passionate growl pushed the fans' emotions to the peak.

Under the goal, the roar can no longer express the inner excitement.

"dong dong dong dong"

Thunderous drums sounded.

Every hammer hits the fans' hearts.

Middle-aged men who were shirtless and with beer bellies dyed red threw away their arms and beat the drumhead with drumsticks with all their strength.

Even though the flesh on the arms and stomach were shaking constantly, even the wrists were gradually unable to hold the drumsticks.
But none of these crazy fans whose bodies were no longer in the past still didn't stop, draining the last bit of strength from their bodies, and spreading the cheers throughout the audience.

The stadium is like a battlefield, with constant drumbeats and endless calls to attack.

Trumpets, gongs and drums, the noise of the fans.

All the sounds are intertwined, breaking through the sky of the Lescur Park Stadium and drifting into the distance.

Zeng Zheng took a deep breath.

Looking at the fans in all directions who were moved to tears because of a goal.

He knew that the wheel of history had already been turned by himself!

(End of this chapter)