World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 95 Take advantage of your illness, kill you

3 goals in 2 minutes.

Before the fans recovered from the joy of just equalizing the score, they fell into the carnival again.

Is this a roller coaster?
The ups and downs and excitement of the mood in a short period of time made some fans with a little weaker mental endurance unable to help but hold their chests and take deep breaths.

Didn't we just equalize?

Why did it suddenly overtake again?

What the hell just happened?
Not only the Chinese players were enlightened with joy, but the South African players were also stunned.

What the hell?
Didn't we just lead?

Why did you fall behind in the blink of an eye?

Is this the legendary black 3 minutes?

Is this thing contagious?
From the equalizer to the overtake, countless fans in the stands shouted for lack of oxygen, and the happy ones almost passed out.

In front of the TVs and radios in thousands of households, the male masters of the family also hugged everything around them and yelled like children.

Don't look at it is already late at night in China, but there are still many fans sticking their heads out of the window, knocking on the bottom of the basin with pots and spoons.

Hearing the bang and bang, many people thought it was Chinese New Year.

On the sidelines of the court, Troussier's face was extremely ugly.

He turned his head and frequently looked to the other side of the field.

"What the hell did that young man say to the players at half-time?"

"Why is it obviously still the same group of people, but kicked out a completely different effect?"

"Is this the legendary oriental witchcraft?"

"Oh my God"

"It seems that I really have to go to the East for a while!"

Zeng Zheng's anti-counterattack is almost tailor-made for a single-core team like South Africa.

Don't look at Troussier's command of many capable go-getters.

But no matter how he changed players, he still couldn't break through the shackles set by the Chinese team.

Zeng Zheng's tactics are very simple, which is the success rate of counterattacks.

If you can not control the ball, you will not control the ball, and even deliberately let most of the ball be at the opponent's feet.

In this case, the players shrink to the front of their own penalty area most of the time, and the physical consumption is gradually smoothed out.

Coupled with Zeng Zheng's continuous substitutions, Bartlett has been kept surrounded by a player with plenty of physical strength and no cards on him, who can kill him at critical moments.

Actually, it wasn't just Bartlett.

Any player trying to organize an attack who comes into this area will be treated like this.

After trying several times and found that he could not break through this line of defense, Troussier also had to order his players to play more three-dimensionally, trying unfamiliar sideways and aerial attacks.

Time passed little by little.

The South African players became more and more anxious, and their movements became more and more obvious.

After the Chinese team was knocked down several times in a row, Yao Xia, who just came on, was tripped to the ground by his opponent in a fight.

Seeing this, Zeng Zheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted through voice transmission.

"Yao Xia, don't move, don't get up!"

Afterwards, Zeng Zheng directed other players to come forward together and put pressure on the referee.

Yao Xia who was lying on the ground understood.

He clutched his calf with pain on his face.

"Yao Xia was injured by a shovel!" Huang Jianxiang looked worried.

"All the team members gathered around."

"Radebe already has a yellow card for the foul."

"If you eat another card"

"Oh?!" Huang Jianxiang raised his voice.

"The referee from Chile showed another yellow card."

"No. 7 Radebe of the South African team, two yellows turned into one red, was sent off by the referee."

"In this way, the Chinese team will play 11 against 10, one more player than the opponent!"

As soon as Huang Jianxiang finished speaking, Yao Xia got up tremblingly with the support of his teammates.

If it wasn't for Ma Mingyu and others telling him to take it easy, this guy might jump up like a monkey jumping up.

"Good guy, who would have thought! Not only are we leading, but we also have one more player on the field!" Chi Shangbin crossed his arms and marveled at the sidelines.

The same goes for other teaching assistants.

A sad face in the first half, a happy smile in the second half.

Before the game was over, an assistant coach came to Zeng Zheng to claim credit.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, we fought a turnaround today!"

"That's right, it has to be Coach Xiao Zeng! What do foreigners know? They don't know our team members at all."

"After this World Cup, coach Xiao Zeng will be completely famous~~~"

"By the way, Coach Xiao Zeng doesn't have a date yet, right? I don't know what kind of coach Xiao Zeng likes?"

At this point in the game, the Chinese team has given South Africa a death sentence.

Seeing that Troussier used the last substitution to replace a striker, both Jin Chi and other assistant coaches persuaded him.

"Xiao Zeng, let Zhang Yuxie (replacing Li Bing) come back, why is he always hanging around in front?"

"Let's just do a good job defending."

"After 10 minutes, we win!"

Jin Chi and the two were right.

If the current score is maintained until the end, the slogan of "score a goal, score a point, win a game" will be fully realized.

All the personnel who came to France this time have an explanation after returning.

"Great future" is in front of them, and of course Jin Chi and the two must hold on to it tightly.

Zeng Zheng looked up.

Although South Africa, which has one less player, attacked fiercely, most of the attacks ended with shots from outside the penalty area.

Let Zhang Yuxi withdraw to fully participate in the defense, and it can indeed play a role in stabilizing the defense.

Just when Zeng Zheng was about to speak and command, a scene flashed in his mind, causing Zeng Zhenggang to raise his hand and drop it again.

On the other hand, in the same game in Lyon, the Danish defender moved too much in defense and accidentally kicked the ball into his own goal.

Looking at the beating score, Zeng Zheng's brain quickly calculated again.

Half a minute later, Zeng Zheng's eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly at Zhang Yuhan who had retreated to the top of the arc in the middle circle:
"Zhang Yuxie, don't retreat! Go forward, go forward for me!"

Under the astonished gazes of Jin Chi and the others, Zeng Zheng returned to the way he was when he was two goals behind in the first half, directing every goal by himself.

Soon, under the urging of Zeng Zheng, the Chinese team, which was originally on the defensive, took action again.

In the 83rd minute, Zhang Yuxi pulled the ball to the left after catching the ball. After passing a South African defender, he fell to the ground and made a cross, but the ball was intercepted by the opponent's backed central defender.

However, the referee whistled first, and the Chinese team got a set kick in the frontcourt.

Ma Mingyu took a free kick, and Wei Qun, who rushed into the opponent's penalty area, leaped high, and the ball went over the goal frame.

In the 86th minute, Sun Jihai cut to the middle and then crossed to the penalty area from the right. Yang Chen took off between the two defenders to earn the top, and the ball was pushed out of the crossbar by Hans Funk.

Immediately after the Chinese team took a corner kick, Zhang Yuxi in the penalty area faced the double-team defense of the two and stretched out his foot desperately to shoot.

The ball hit the post and bounced off the baseline.

In the 89th minute, the continuously onslaught international finally got a return with one more player.

Shen Si sent an extremely precise long pass in the midfield, and accurately found Zhang Yuxie who ran to the right.

Zhang Yuxi hooked the ball with his foot on the sideline of the opponent's penalty area. After landing, he caught up with the ball and made an inverted triangle pass back.

Two South African defenders failed to brake enough and the ball rolled past their heels.

Ma Mingyu in the middle followed up with a volley while carrying Bartlett hard. The ball hit the ground and slammed into the near corner of the goal with a "swish".

"The ball went in, it went in, it went in, it went in again!!!"

Huang Jianxiang has already let himself go.

He stretched his voice into the microphone and shouted loudly.

Faced with Huang Jianxiang's "unrestrained" live broadcast, Sun Zhengping frowned.

"Fuck, if I knew that Xiao Huang couldn't control his emotions, I might as well go there by myself!"

(End of this chapter)