Chapter three hundred and thirty fifth concerned people(2/2)
Damn it, when he returns to the club, this kid will definitely show off in front of them again!
Thinking of this, he sighed softly.
Jay Adams heard his sigh, turned around and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Are you still sorry that the Chinese team lost the ball?"
"No..." Williams shook his head, "Given the strength gap between the two teams, it is normal for the Chinese team to lose, let alone conceding a goal. I'm just a little envious of Hu..."
Jay Adams laughed when he heard this: "Who doesn't envy him?"
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"ah!!"
When they saw Wang Guangwei push the football out of the goal, many Japanese players who were watching the live broadcast of the game exclaimed. They put their heads in their hands and were a little surprised by Wang Guangwei's defense.
In fact, when watching this game, the mentality of the Japanese players went through a series of changes.
From the perspective of football history, Brazilian football is the teacher of Japanese football, so Japanese players naturally support the Brazilian team.
Moreover, given the strength gap between the Brazilian and Chinese teams, they both felt that there was no resentment in the outcome of this match.
At this time, there is no need to talk about a community of shared destiny for Asian football. It is enough for Japan to represent Asian football.
So when the Brazilian team scored for the first time, the Japanese team players exclaimed: "It really deserves to be Brazil! Sbarasi!"
However, before the end of the first half, the Chinese team not only equalized the score, but also once dominated the Brazilian team. The Japanese players in front of the TV were terrified, fearing that their teacher would fall behind.
During the halftime break, everyone had a heated discussion about the performance of the two teams in the first half. It was during this discussion that Junpei Morikawa expressed his optimism for the Chinese team, and was then ruthlessly ridiculed by his teammates.
Just at the beginning of the second half, the Brazilian team took the lead again, which seemed to prove that everyone's ridicule of Junpei Morikawa was justified. How can this Chinese team compete with the Brazilian team?
Just rely on a fool?
In the Brazilian team, there are quite a few who are on the same level as Hulay!
The top talents of the Chinese team are everywhere in Brazil!
Someone else named Junpei Morikawa and joked: "Morikawa, didn't you say you were optimistic about the Chinese team?"
Junpei Morikawa was speechless, and the others laughed happily.
But when Hu Lai scored twice to help the Chinese team equalize the score again, these people could not laugh out loud.
Even when the Brazilian team took the lead again later, the cheers of the Japanese team players were much smaller.
After all, as the Chinese team participating in the World Cup for the first time, it is already a very outstanding performance to be able to compete with the Brazilian team for more than 60 minutes.
There is no way anyone can laugh at their performance anymore.
"The Chinese team... is really tenacious. Even if they lose the game, they can leave with their heads held high..." Tatsuya Sugiyama said to Junpei Morikawa next to him. He originally wanted to comfort himself through this kind of praise.
roommate.
But Morikawa Junpei didn't appreciate it. He stared at the screen nervously and said: "No, Sugiyama. The game is not over yet, and they have not lost yet."
"Don't be stupid, Morikawa. I don't believe you can't see how dangerous the Chinese team's situation is now. Even if the Hu Lai you support is indeed very powerful, he is just one person, a pure shooter. He is ignored by the whole team.
No matter how good he is, what can he do if he is pressed into his own half?"
Junpei Morikawa finally withdrew his gaze and looked at Tatsuya Sugiyama next to him. His eyes were very serious. It was not until Tatsuya Sugiyama felt like he was going crazy that he shook his head and said: "Sugiyama, I play football in the Chinese Super League. These people
I have played against them all in the competition, and I know how good they are. The Chinese team is definitely not just Hulesan!"
When Sugiyama Tatsuya saw the other party's unfaithful appearance, he still sighed helplessly: "It's up to you..."
Junpei Morikawa didn't care and continued to watch the game intently and nervously.
The Brazilian team used the corner kick created by Wang Guangwei's header to once again threaten the Chinese team's goal.
Center back Amorim's header was just slightly wide, causing a burst of exclamations from the stands.
There was also a sigh of regret among the Japanese players in front of the TV.
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"It's seventy-seven minutes..." Brazil coach Hoena glanced at the watch on his wrist.
Generally speaking, when the game reaches this period, the physical fitness of the participating players will reach a bottleneck period. Their physical fitness is exhausted, and they can only rely on willpower to hold on.
As physical fitness declines, players will become distracted and goals can easily occur at this time.
After observing the first two games of the Chinese team, Herner knew that the Chinese team was not a team with particularly good physical condition. In other words, even if they were in good physical condition before, after two games, their physical condition is definitely not at its best now.
status.
so……
He used gestures to tell his players to continue to strengthen the attack. The fourth goal was just in these minutes!
It was at this time that the Chinese team made its second substitution.
It was a substitution at the left back position. No. 3 Qu Lu came on and replaced No. 22 Jiao Qirui.
"Unlike Jiao Qirui, Qu Lu is a full-back who is stronger in offense than defense... Even though he was beaten by the Brazilian team, Shi Wuyin's guidance still did not give up the idea of attacking!"
"Perhaps it is this idea of not giving up the offense that can help us withstand the Brazilian team's offensive. After all, if there is no counterattack at all and we just let the Brazilian team press us, sooner or later we will lose the ball. Now the Chinese players
Our physical fitness has begun to decline significantly, and being beaten passively is not good for us..."
After Qu Lu ran to his position, Lin Zhiyuan kicked the football forward on the line of the small penalty area.
Zhou Zijing competed with the opponent's center back Payson for the top position there.
He hit the ball and passed it to Hu Lai who was not far away from him!
Hu Lai immediately passed the ball back to Zhang Qinghuan after receiving the ball.
Zhang Qinghuan distributed the football to the wing and gave it to Chen Xingyi.
Chen Xingyi broke through inside and then moved laterally. Kewell intercepted and destroyed the pass.
The football flies back.
Zhou Zijing, who had just completed the challenge for the top, turned around and hit the ball. He faced the football and fired a powerful shot without stopping the ball!
"Zhou Zi Jing——!!"
The football went over the crossbar!
"Ah——!" Zhou Zijing looked up to the sky and shouted.
Shi Wuyin stood on the sidelines, with Li Zhifei beside him, shouting to the court: "It doesn't matter, Zhou Zijing! It doesn't matter! Just play like this! Seize the opportunity to hit their counterattack! Very good!"
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Seeing Zhou Zijing kicking the football toward the stands behind the goal, Zhong Shihao couldn't help but lean back.
Then he saw the station information on the subway screen, arriving at the station ahead...
"Fuck!" he suddenly cursed.
At the same time, several swear words were heard in the subway car.
These people were obviously scolding Zhou Zijing for wasting this opportunity.
But not Zhong Shihao.
He was scolding himself for passing his station...
Although he had passed the station, he was not in a hurry to get off the bus. Instead, he lowered his head and watched the live broadcast of the game on his mobile phone.
Anyway, we’ve sat down and stood up… so let’s continue reading!
Come on Team China!
In addition, pass the ball to Hu Lai more often. Don't waste your chances by shooting too much!
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Chapter completed!