World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 337 Fruit Feast
"Damn him!!!"

Sun Jihai thought so.

Iranian players think so.

Iranian fans think so.

The Iranian minister thought so.

But no one knows what Zeng Zheng thinks.

"The right side is empty."

"There is space ahead"

"The Other Side Started"

Zeng Zheng just lay on the beach chair, drinking cold fruit juice leisurely, and then commanded with a voice that "only I can hear".

Speaking of which, it has been a long time since Zeng Zheng worked so hard to do it himself.

Even when he played the French team in the Confederations Cup final, he was not as airtight as he is today.

At this moment, Zeng Zheng is like the "mother bug" in Starship Troopers, conveying every information on the field to the front line accurately.

Although the players during the game may not be able to play according to his command like a robot, every time Zeng Zheng will make corrections based on the actual situation and give a better recommendation plan.

For example, just now, Yang Chen heard Zeng Zheng's reminder, but he didn't see Xie Hui on the other side.

Out of trust in Zeng Zheng, Yang Chen forcibly passed the ball to the open space on the other side before falling to the ground.

As a result, he was intercepted by the opponent due to poor passing route.

"Ah, Yang Chen can shoot this ball by himself!" Huang Jianxiang sighed with regret.

"Yang Chen is capable of shooting this kick."

"But in the end he chose to split the ball to the other side."

"But if the ball is really passed, then Xie Hui will be alone."

"Nine times out of ten, the goal should be scored."

"In short, this ball is really a pity."

"I hope the players will not be discouraged."

"We still have a chance!"

The sun is shining.

Although the weather in Tehran was not as good as Doha in September, the hot air still scorched the Chinese players on the field.

Not to mention being at the home court of a devil like Azadi.

In such a "harsh" environment, the Chinese coach's bench formed another landscape on the sidelines.

sun, sand, waves
Oh no, waves of people.

"There are no beauties and hula dancers!"

Zeng Zheng actually pulled out a grass skirt from his luggage and threw it at Han Tao.

"Xiao Tao, can you dance hula?"

Han Tao had a bitter face and was on the verge of crying.

He has a bad waist and can't play football.

But a hula dance is more than enough.

Having been with Zeng Zheng for three years, he satisfied Zeng Zheng's requests immediately.

Only this time, Han Tao fell to the ground with a thud.

"Boss Zeng, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

This look is very similar to the eunuch who was caught by the emperor for corruption and was about to be executed.

"Tch, isn't it just a hula dance?"

"Is there anything you can't let go of?"

"There are [-] viewers here, and even so many singers in China don't get this kind of treatment!"

"You don't take such a good opportunity."

"Come, come, let me teach you!"

Seeing Zeng Zhengzhen stretching out his hand to the grass skirt on the ground, Han Tao copied it up and held it in his arms.

"Boss Zeng, don't, don't!"

"You are the head coach of the national team, but you must not do this!"

Zeng Zheng was taken aback, "What? Why can't the head coach do it?"

"Oh, right!"

"We haven't scored yet!"

"When we score a goal, I'll dance for the players to celebrate. That makes sense, right?"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng kicked his feet up, lay down on the beach chair again, and took a mouthful of juice.

No one knew where his eyes under the sunglasses were looking.

Zeng Zheng's gesture greatly annoyed the Iranian fans at the scene.

The home commentator also took every opportunity to accuse Zeng Zheng of not paying attention to his image.

But more often, they are urging the players on the field to score a goal quickly.

Give the Chinese team a slap in the face!

There is no way, Zeng Zheng's "death" demeanor is really too hateful.

Amid the urging of the fans, the Iranian players on the field became more and more anxious.

"Ou Chuliang, it's Ou Chuliang again!"

Amid Huang Jianxiang's exclamation, Ou Chuliang slowly fell forward.

Lie on the ground like a sniper, watching the player in front of him leave the penalty area.

Bagheri's shot just now was too outrageous.

Not to mention soft and weak, the route is still right.

With such an easy ground ball, Ou Chuliang gave himself a saving record with almost no effort.

Then, the Chinese team once again dragged the game into its own rhythm.

"Ahhhh, I'm so mad!"

"The Chinese team is playing tricks!"

"Delaying time from the start of the game? It's really unsportsmanlike."

"Fuck you, fuck you!"

"Be sure to give him a good look!"

The more the fans yelled, the more impatient the home team players on the field became, and the movements of their feet became less and less standard.

But at this moment, Zeng Zheng also began to make things worse.

"Hey, Aziz, do you want one too?" - Zeng Zheng handed a half-eaten banana to Aziz during a throw-in by the Iranian team.

"Dai Yi, would you like a date?" — Facing Ali Dai Yi who was knocked to the ground by Sun Jihai, Zeng Zheng spat out a date pit in the direction of the opponent.

"Bagheri, do you use this kind of grapes for your winemaking?" ——When the Chinese team was standing in the crowd, Zeng Zheng shouted at Bagheri, who was looking for an angle not far away.

At some point, there was a small table next to Zeng Zheng's beach chair, which was filled with local Iranian specialty fruits.

Dates, grapes, mulberries, pomegranates.
They are all one-by-one, the kind that you grab and stuff directly into your mouth.

Bagheri may be old, or he may be retiring.

Faced with Zeng Zheng's provocation, he immediately ignored it and rushed over.

"Hey, referee, don't you care about him?"

The referee from the UAE looked helpless.

He is just a poor lineman, where has he seen such a scene?
"He's provoking, provoking the home players, provoking the home fans!!!" Bagheri was still yelling loudly.

Zeng Zheng, who spoke multiple languages ​​all night, certainly understood what the other party was shouting.

Immediately showing an innocent face, pointing to the fruit on the table, he explained: "I'm a little hypoglycemic. It's such a hot day, can I add some sugar?"

"Then what do you mean by spitting date stones at us?" Bagheri pointed angrily at the date stones, grape seeds and pomegranate seeds on the sidelines.

Seeing this, Zeng Zheng immediately winked.

"Xiao Tao, why are you still standing there? Why don't you clean up quickly?"

Picking up trash is a lot easier than dancing the hula.

After receiving the order, Han Tao immediately rushed forward and squatted down, picking up the fruit cores beside the sideline one by one.

Seeing this, the fourth official who ran over to support him also swallowed his words again.

Looking up at the angry fans in the stands, the fourth official decided to warn Zeng Zheng first.

"Chinese coach, you."

"TONG!!!"

Before the fourth official opened his mouth, Zeng Zheng took out another big, round green object from the freezer in front of everyone, and patted it on the table.

The crowd looked intently.

Hey!
It turned out to be a watermelon!
watermelon? ? ?

Seeing the appearance of the watermelon, everyone was down.

"Xiao Tao, do you have a knife?"

Han Tao, who picked up the core, turned his head and shook his head.

"Boss Zeng, that kind of dangerous goods cannot pass the security check!"

"Oh oh!"

Zeng Zheng nodded.

Then he stretched out his right palm in front of everyone, and slapped the watermelon on the table hard.

"PANG!!!"

yah~~~
The watermelon burst at the sound.

Seeing this, Zeng Zheng quickly stepped forward and broke it apart.

Looking at the red soil in the middle, Zeng Zheng laughed happily.

"Hahaha, it's still a seedless watermelon!"

"Referee, are you coming together?"

The fourth official shook his head and hurried away.

"What about you, lineman?"

The line judge backed away, not even daring to look straight in the face.

"Bagheri! Try it, it's all natural, it's delicious!"

"!@%#%#￥...&" Bagheri cursed angrily.

"Boss Zeng, Zeng, I, I want to eat a piece."

This is iced seedless watermelon!
Under the scorching sun, looking at the crispy melon in Zeng Zheng's hands, the team members bleed half.

However, when he heard that his team members wanted to eat, Zeng Zheng changed his expression instantly.

"Eat, eat, eat, you'll know how to eat!"

"What is there in the country?!"

"Haven't you had enough at home?"

"When you win this game and enter the World Cup, you will have as many melons as you want!"

"Eat it every day, no one will care if you eat it to death!"

"Now, immediately, immediately return to my position!"

"Fuck the game for me first!"

"Uh Karimi, do you want to come?"

Karimi who came to Rabageri was stunned.

He really didn't expect Zeng Zheng's expression to change so quickly.

One second he acted vigorously, reprimanding his team members; the next second he was like a spring breeze, and invited himself to eat melons.

How can Karimi, who is ignorant of the world, cope with it?
He said "THANKS" a few times in a hurry, then waved his hands again and again, and then retreated to the court.

"Cut, I really don't enjoy any blessings!"

"This is not a contraband, and it will not affect your urine test!"

"If you don't eat it, I will eat it myself!"

As he spoke, Zeng Zheng sat down on the beach chair with half of the watermelon in his hand.

Then he took out an iron spoon and started eating melons in front of 10 people.

"Gudong." The Iranian fans under the sun swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Gudong." The Iranian player under the scorching sun swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Gudong." Han Tao, who was staring aside, swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Ah oh." Chi Shangbin, who had just woken up, rolled his eyes again when he saw this, and passed out.

All of this is Zeng Zheng's personal behavior, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me!
"Beep!!!"

With a whistle.

Bagheri made a run-up, then kicked up suddenly and kicked the ball towards the penalty area of ​​the Chinese team.

The players in the penalty area looked at the ball and took several steps back.

In the end, not to mention General Fan and Li Weifeng, even Ali Daei and Aziz didn't dance.

Because the ball is too far away!

When passing the small restricted area, it was still more than three meters above the ground.

"Hurry up and chase, the ball is out of bounds!"

Although a large piece of watermelon was stuffed in his mouth.

But the sharp-eyed Zeng Zheng could tell at a glance based on the trajectory of the ball.

Wu Chengying turned around quickly after hearing the words, and chased after the ball.

really.

The football lands two meters in front of the baseline and bounces forward.

Under the effect of the rotation, it stuck to the bottom line after two bounces, and then slowly rolled towards the corner kick area.

Because Wu Chengying took a step first, the Iranian team did not chase after seeing this.

When Wu Chengying controlled the ball before the corner kick, the Iranian players had already retreated.

"Don't worry, play slowly."

"Keep possession of the ball!"

"Pull the front waist back!"

Amidst Zeng Zheng's methodical command, the ball was inked in the backcourt for nearly a minute before being passed through the midfield.

"The Chinese team seems to want to keep the tie today!"

Although the scene of Zeng Zheng eating melons regardless of his image appeared many times in the camera, in order to reduce the impact, Huang Jianxiang kept his mouth shut every time Zeng Zheng appeared in the center of the camera.

There is no way to talk about Zeng Zheng's behavior, so I can only talk about the team's tactics today.

The Iranian team is on fire, and every attack is aimed at scoring goals, because they must win today.

The Chinese team is able to qualify for a tie.

Under such "favorable" conditions, it is reasonable for Zeng Zheng to choose the tactic of maintaining peace.

Judging from today's scene, the Chinese team also perfectly executed Zeng Zheng's tactic.

Almost half an hour has passed since the opening.

The Iranian team has scored 7 shots, 5 of which were within the range of the goal frame.

Although the quality of the subsequent shots was not high, the overall offensive was obvious.

The Chinese team only had two shots without pain.

But the ball possession rate is as high as 63%.

A lot of it is done with the goalkeeper holding the ball and the defender falling.

Such a "negative" approach, although it caused dissatisfaction among the fans of the home team.

But they had nothing to do but shout loudly.

"Zhang Xiaorui's ball control is used in defense."

"It looks like Coach Zeng really intends to play 0-0 back today!"

Looking at Zhang Xiaorui, who kept returning to the center circle to respond, control the ball, and run positions, and at Zeng Zheng, who was eating melons on the sidelines, Huang Jianxiang didn't know what to say.

Zeng Zheng's performance today is indeed outrageous.

As a Chinese commentator who came to the scene, he can more or less guess Zeng Zheng's intention in doing so, which is to decompress the players so that they can play the game with a normal heart.

But in this way, the pressure on Zeng Zheng will be doubled.

It's a good thing that the game was tied and won. The Chinese team qualified for the World Cup, and their contributions outweigh their demerits. Maybe they can finally get the title of "eclectic coaching".

But what if you lose?

Regardless of the past record, starting from the mental outlook of the Iranian team today, this game is really dangerous.

If it weren't for Ou Chuliang's steady performance, maybe someone would score a goal right now.

How could Zeng Zheng not arouse public indignation if he did such an action at his home court?
In the end, even the Chinese team got the result they wanted.

Angry Iranian fans might do something extreme.

Don't forget, this is West Asia!
It's not our own territory in China!
"Don't attack!"

"Don't attack!"

"Not in a hurry."

"Give it again."

"It's really impossible to pass back to the goalkeeper!"

Zhang Xiaorui really listened to what Zeng Zheng said.

In a position like the middle circle, he directly kicked Ou Chuliang in front of the door.

The ball flew across the sky and went straight to the penalty area of ​​the Chinese team.

The fans in the stands were terrified.

Fortunately, Ou Chuliang's basic skills are also very good.

He rushed forward and leaned back, held his breath, and firmly blocked the incoming ball with his chest.

Seeing the ball being firmly stepped on by Ou Chuliang, the hearts of the fans fell back into their stomachs.

"The Chinese team passed back again!"

On the sidelines, Blazevic gritted his teeth angrily.

From the midfield, he opened his big foot according to his own gate.

This is too playful!

If you are not careful, you may create your own oolong.

"Damn Zeng, isn't he afraid of making mistakes?"

Zeng Zheng wiped the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth, and his mouth was curled up like [-] yuan.

If Zhang Xiaorui can make a mistake in passing the ball, or if Ou Chuliang stops the ball and make a mistake, these two will not be able to mix with the national team in the future!
In this way, under the "passive" style of play of the Chinese team, the first half gradually came to an end.

In the 43rd minute, when Zhang Xiaorui retreated from the frontcourt to receive the ball, some cameras were aimed at him, and some were aimed at Ou Chuliang.

Facing Zhang Xiaorui who was facing the ball, the Iranian defenders were also a little worried.

Do you want to defend him against death with this ball?
What if he followed him dead and he passed back with his big foot?

While the opponent was stunned, Zhang Xiaorui suddenly turned around and ran towards the frontcourt.

Eh? ? ?
The Iranian players who were passed by were stunned.

Did he catch the ball?

Did not receive it!
Because at the moment Zhang Xiaorui turned around and ran forward, the ball just rolled by from the other side.

Zhang Xiaorui grasped the timing of turning around and accelerating so cleverly that the opponent didn't react at all.

"Zhang Xiaorui turned around"

"pretty."

"The human ball is divided!"

Turning around to get rid of it, Zhang Xiaorui began to stride forward with the ball.

Although it violated Zeng Zheng's tactical command of "continue to control the ball", how could Zhang Xiaorui care about other things at the moment?
"Yo, this little blackie is coming with me!"

"If the opponent catches the opportunity to fight back, I will replace you immediately!"

Beside the court, the hiccupping Zeng Zheng wiped his mouth and let out a soft snort.

Even though he said this, Zeng Zheng still kept helping Zhang Xiaorui.

"Sun Jihai on the right followed"

"Yang Chen in front is crossing positions"

"Xie Hui has two guards around him"

"Da Yu is on your left"

After pieces of information entered Zhang Xiaorui's brain, Zhang Heizi chose to continue to move forward with the ball, and took the ball to the front of the Iranian team's penalty area in two or three steps.

This is the area he is most familiar with!
Karimi wanted to step forward to block, but Zhang Xiaorui pushed forward unhurriedly with his left foot, and the ball rolled through Karimi's wicket in the blink of an eye.

In the next second, Zhang Xiaorui flickered physically and mentally, passed Karimi from the side, and easily caught up with the ball.

The skillful wearing of the crotch made the Iranian players lose face at home.

Annoyed and furious, Karimi immediately turned around and rushed towards Zhang Xiaorui fiercely.

However, the latter made another light stroke, pulling the ball back to its original position in the same way.

"Yo ho?!"

Since the start, this is the first exciting offense played by the Chinese team.

"Zhang Xiaorui wore crotch karimi twice in a row."

"This foot is really skilled!"

"Zhang Xiaorui has not lost to those European stars at all!"

After Huang Jianxiang finished speaking, he felt that he was talking nonsense.

Don't forget, Zhang Xiaorui just joined Juventus this summer.

As the first Chinese player to play for a giant in Serie A, how can Zhang Xiaorui be a vegetarian with his feet skills?
This is Zidane's "substitute"!

After the Iranians reacted, they all stayed where they were, not daring to approach easily.

At this moment, Yang Chen suddenly started and rushed towards the restricted area of ​​the Iranian team.

"front left!"

As soon as Zeng Zheng finished speaking, Zhang Xiaorui quickly pushed the ball forward with his left foot.

Obviously, Zhang Xiaorui also noticed the moment Yang Chen activated it.

At this moment, all the virtues of the classic midfielder are fully displayed in Zhang Xiaorui.

Alert, smart, calm, quick, good at discovering and grasping opportunities.
His opponents can never guess what he's going to do next, and they can never stop him from doing it next.

Just like this oblique ball.

"Pass the ball."

"Yang Chen single-handedly!"

"Shoot!!!"

Amidst Huang Jianxiang's low voice, Yang Chen, who had caught up with the ball, swung his left foot violently, and vigorously pumped towards the ball under his feet.

At the same time, the two defenders of the Iranian team and the goalkeeper all reacted immediately.

However, after they fell to the ground, they found that Yang Chen's raised left leg lightly dunked the ball again.

A wrong body.

The moment the ball came in front of Yang Chen's right foot, the Bundesliga striker stepped forward with his toes, and stabbed the ball straight into the empty goal.

"The ball went in blah blah blah blah blah blah!"

Huang Jianxiang, who picked up the microphone, had been waiting for a long time at the commentary booth.

Seeing the ball hit the net, he couldn't control it any longer and screamed directly into the microphone.

After scoring a goal, Yang Chen immediately got rid of his teammates who rushed up to celebrate, and ran to the sidelines at a trot.

In front of the Chinese coach, Zeng Zheng also seemed to have anticipated the opponent's goal.

Pointing to the remaining fruit on the table, he said, "Pick it yourself, pick it yourself!"

"Don't blame me for eating a bad stomach!"

Yang Chen swallowed his saliva, his eyes swept over those fruits with a lot of water.

In the end, he reluctantly broke off a banana, peeled off the skin and ate the flesh in two or three bites.

Sun Jihai who was on the side saw all the hala coming out.

After Yang Chen returned to the field, he still didn't forget to run over and ask in a low voice: "Brother Yang."

"Boss Zeng's banana."

"What does it smell like?"

(End of this chapter)