World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 57
At the end of the first half, the score was 1-0.

Guerrero's goal was scored at the moment when Jianlibao was "fearful".

Riquelme's assist directly penetrated Jianlibao's three-man defense. When Guerrero appeared behind all the defenders, many Jianlibao players stretched out their right hands to signal the opponent to be offside.

But the two linesman did not respond.

How could striker Guerrero miss such an opportunity?
Facing the attacking Li Jian, Guerrero nudged the far corner of the goal and succeeded.

This goal made the Jianlibao players distraught.

There are wolves (Argentina) in the front and tigers (big shots) in the back. Zeng Zheng said nothing, and Zhu Guanghu joined forces again.

This ball is really impossible to kick!

During the time when he was supposed to catch up after falling behind, what Jianlibao performed the most was Li Tie's big-footed clearance.

During the intermission, the players sitting on the ground were downcast and silent.

From time to time, someone looked up to the sidelines to see if the big man had left.

"It's a pity" that the opponent seems to have to see the end of the game.

Zeng Zheng was fiddling with his computer in front of the coach's bench, and Zhu Guanghu was talking seriously beside him.

Li Hui and Liu Zhicai led other substitutes to hand water to the starters to wipe their sweat, and they were extremely busy.

"Fuck, it would be great if Mr. Wu didn't come to our game!"

I don't know who opened his mouth to mention a sentence, and immediately got the approval of other team members.

"I played well at the beginning, but when I heard that Mr. Wu came to watch the game, I didn't even dare to move!"

"Yeah, every time I pass the ball, I will take a look at Mr. Wu, for fear of losing the ball."

"You're okay, you don't have to pass the ball at worst. The few times I stopped the ball, it was miserable. I stopped two meters away!"

At this moment, Mr. Wu in the stands stood up and walked down the field.

This time, the nerves of the Jianlibao team members were even more tense.

Especially Li Tie et al.

Recalling that every once in a while, a superior leader from a certain department of the national team came to the locker room to speak, and they were even more nervous.

"Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't look at me"

At this moment, the Jianlibao team members all lowered their heads.

Just like the class teacher rolled the rolls, they all pretended to be ostriches.

Finally, seeing Mr. Wu walking towards the toilet, everyone was relieved and returned to their former liveliness.

"If you ask me, Mr. Wu really wants us to win, so hurry up and take a taxi home."

BANG!

Before Li Jinyu finished speaking, he was hit on the head with a club.

Looking back, it was Zhu Guanghu who was furious.

Can't convince Zeng Zheng, can't you control you bastards?
Never mind the future.

As long as the game is not over, I am still your head coach!
"Da Yu, what are you talking about?"

"Mr. Wu came to watch your game in his busy schedule, and you repay him like this?"

"I still hope that people will take a taxi home. What's the matter, are you paying for the taxi?"

"Well, I'll take it." Everyone in Jianlibao murmured in their hearts.

"Tell you, you have to win this final, you have to win, and you have to win if you don't win!"

"See what kind of birds you kick?"

"I'm timid, is Argentina as good as Brazil?"

"We have even played Brazil, but we can't play Argentina?"

"It's the finals, and there are only four 10 minutes left after working hard."

"Can't you just grit your teeth and hold on?"

"Can't stand it for four or 10 minutes?"

"If you lose the game and go back, what will people think of you?"

"After studying abroad for five years, what have you learned?"

Zhu Guanghu's "heartfelt words" directly hit the hearts of all Jianlibao employees.

Zeng Zheng found that in the system, the status of the team members rotates clockwise from "↑" at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If this continues, everything will have to become "↓".

It's no wonder that a team composed of a group of lifeless players can win!
In desperation, Zeng Zheng had no choice but to step forward and stop the "pig teammates" from committing suicide.

"Xiao Zeng, what are you doing?"

"Aren't you silent?"

"If you don't say anything, I, the head coach, can't say a few words?"

"You don't look at the team you lead, it's the last game, and you still don't have fighting spirit and determination."

"Study abroad at this level?"

"You're kidding!"

"Chairman Yuan is right. You should put these bastards in A and B for a few years, otherwise you won't know which onion you are."

Zhu Guanghu was also furious and said everything out.

Zeng Zheng gave Liu Zhicai and others a wink, and two teaching assistants immediately stepped forward and pulled Zhu Guanghu away.

When leaving, Zhu Guanghu was still chattering at Zeng Zheng: "Let me tell you, Xiao Zeng, you have been too used to these boys for so many years, and you can't resist any pressure."

As Zhu Guanghu's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, Zeng Zheng turned his head and looked playfully at the Jianlibao team members sitting in a circle in front of him.

Players such as Li Jinyu and Li Tie, who were just named by Zhu Guanghu, even pursed their lips, maybe they could shed tears for a second.

Seeing the appearance of the team members, Zeng Zheng moved a chair and sat in front, crossing his legs.

"What's the matter? Coach Zhu said that you felt wronged by the two sentences, didn't you?"

"Is he not qualified to talk about you?"

"Or is there something wrong with what he said?"

Seeing Zeng Zheng helping Zhu Guanghu speak, the team members lowered their heads and remained silent.

The status of Tao Committee took a turn for the worse, and the first one changed to "↓".

"Oba, tell them what it's like to play in the national team."

"Don't talk about anything else, just talk about the two games I led the team."

"The leaders you can call over, how many times have you come?"

"How many times did you swear in front of the red flag?"

"If you don't even have this ability to resist pressure, how can you still play football?"

"Still playing football in China?"

Zeng Zheng's last words woke everyone up.

After five years in Brazil, they gradually forgot what the domestic environment was like.

They only saw the laughter of coaches and players in the halftime locker room, but they never experienced the tense and serious mood of "going to the battlefield".

The six players who participated in Qinwang were silent.

They have experienced it.

But it didn't matter.

Because I am just a substitute.

There are many national football bigwigs in front of the pressure.

Even if they shouted "We must win" in front of the red flag, it has nothing to do with them.

Because they are just watching from the sidelines, they may not even have the chance to play.

But now, they can't show that attitude of "it has nothing to do with me anyway".

This is the final of the Toulon Cup, a final made by all Jianlibao players.

Even because of quota restrictions, some players didn't even make it to the big list.

If he loses the chain, it will damage the collective honor.

Thinking of this, those who often played the main force gritted their teeth, hating themselves for being incompetent.

Zeng Zheng saw the expressions of the team members.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would really be unable to play for 40 minutes in the second half.

(End of this chapter)