Nine and a half

Chapter 220: The Top of Asia! (Chinese National Football Team Story, Daily Transition)
"Heel-kick the ball!"

"Shake off Guo Taihui who is approaching from the side!"

"So handsome!"

The whole audience cheered!

On the green field, China's No. 9 first passed the ball to overtake on the outside line, then knocked the ball and changed direction to the middle.

The terrifying impact and the chic posture made countless fans excited.

The Korean defense line, which they were so proud of, was shattered.

Only one Kim Young-Kwon is left.

Kim Young-Kwon is different from many Korean players.

The defensive moves are not dirty, will not hurt or disable anyone, and the tackles are very clean.

However, he also does not possess the "mad dog" spirit of Korean football.

I am in a desperate situation at this moment.

Kim Young-Kwon directed the goalkeeper's position while approaching Gao Qi.

“Very experienced.”

"Good defensive awareness and high basketball IQ."

"Kim Young-Kwon did not think about disrupting the attack, but tried his best to limit Gao Qi's shooting angle."

“It’s impossible to limit it!”

Gao Qi was a little surprised at Jin Yingquan's brain.

No hesitation.

Continue to pass the ball.

Meteor in stride.

The football rolled diagonally into the penalty area, and the players also rushed into the penalty area.

Jin Yingquan, who was holding Gao Qi's jersey, was dragged to the ground!
“This pace!”

"Gao Qi adjusted his shooting pace while dribbling the ball!"

"Go to the far corner!"

The football left Gao Qi's right foot.

A sharp low arc was drawn in the South Korean team's penalty area.

Goalkeeper Kim Jin-hyun dived sideways.

The net was lifted.

The Korean fans in the stands behind let out howls of despair.

2:0! ! !

The Sydney Stadium was shaking violently in the camera footage.

The cheers were overwhelming.

Gao Qi raised his fists, turned around and ran, stepped over the billboard, rushed across the wide runway, and came to the edge of the red ocean!

Red posters, red jerseys, red scarves, red flags.

Reporters from all over the world also swarmed in.

One of the photographers knelt on the ground.

Press the shutter.

Click.

"The Chinese sword under the five-star red flag!"

"Pretty!"

"In again!"

"The Chinese team played a beautiful counterattack. Gao Qi rode alone and defeated the entire defense line of the Korean team! Before the game, the Korean defense line was called the strongest shield in Asia."

"2 to 0!"

"Gao Qi helped the Chinese team expand their lead!"

“The championship is right in front of us!”

"Can the Chinese win the Asian Cup?"

Studio.
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【handsome!】
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[Top of Asia! He passed the ball, changed direction with his heel, dribbled the ball and shot it into the far corner! Unrivaled! ]
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[Am I seeing this right? The Chinese national football team is two goals ahead of the Korean team? They beat the Korean team! ]
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[Has the Chinese national football team ever won the Asian Cup? I don’t remember! Gao Qi is about to make history! ]
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[I would like to call him the strongest center in Asian history! ]
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[The whole neighborhood here is cheering.]

The Chinese national football team teammates rushed towards Gao Qi one after another.

The Chinese coaches hugged each other excitedly.

Perrin stomped hard on the mineral water bottle under his feet, and at this moment he thought he was standing on the top of the mountain.

Translator Zhao observed the head coach's expression and murmured, "That's great!"

Assistant Coach Li was trembling all over, and secretly made up his mind: he must work hard to win the position of head coach of the national football team, and he will definitely witness the historical moments of Chinese football in the future.

The other side.

Stillik looked pale and worried.

It’s not just about losing the ball.

His eldest disciple, the core, cornerstone, metronome, organizer, and stabilizer of the South Korean team's midfield, Ki Sung-yueng is injured!

To make matters worse!

Ji Sung-yueng's injury will cause the South Korean team's overall strength to decline significantly!

He plays a huge role in the defensive midfielder position. The whole system revolves around him.
The baseball fans' eyes were red and they cursed Gao Qi angrily.

Some people looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, trying hard not to cry.

Ki Sung-yueng broke his leg.

The Korean teammates watched the stretcher leave the field with sad faces.

Mixed with the sadness is the fear of China No. 9.

Li Tingxie shook his head in confusion: "Why? It was obviously the senior who kicked Gao Qi's calf first."

"Why was it Senior who was injured?"

Zhang Xianxiu sighed: "When Drogba played in the Chinese Super League, a similar tragedy also happened."

The brutal Chinese No. 9 left a mark of fear in the hearts of Koreans.

The fourth official on the sidelines held up the LED number board.

"The South Korean team made the first substitution."

"Han Gyo-won, replace Ji Sung-yueng who is injured and left the field."

Stillik looked melancholy.

There is no one in the substitute lineup who can replace Ji Sung-yueng's role.

not far away.

Perrin was stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled Zhao the translator to the sidelines and started muttering.

Translator Zhao nodded repeatedly and shouted at the top of his voice: "The Koreans have no core players in control of the game. We can't be timid and play like this in the Asian Champions League!"

Han Jiaoyuan gestured quickly.

His eyes were firm.

He is a talented striker who can score 11 goals in a single season in the K League. He comes on the court to save the world!

The game restarted in the middle circle.

Li Tingxie kicked the ball back to the backcourt.

The football rolled quickly on the grass and then moved along the sideline.

"Without Ki Sung-yueng, the South Korean team's independent offense has become very monotonous."

"The South Korean coach should bring the player named Yoon Bigaran to the Asian Cup. That guy has strong organizational and offensive abilities."

"Did not bring."

"No one on the South Korean team has organizational talent right now. This is a mistake in Stielike's selection."

Time passed by minute by minute.

The morale of the national football team is growing.

Especially the players of Shandong Luneng, who had just had a fierce battle with the K-League giants Jeonbuk Hyundai in the AFC Champions League a few months ago.

There is no longer a core midfielder like Ki Sung-yueng in the Premier League.

The stick at this point is not scary at all.

At best, they are just 'offensive enhanced' versions of Jeju United, Pohang Steelers and Jeonbuk Hyundai.

gradually.

The Chinese national team controls the ball.

As the fulcrum in the frontcourt, Gao Qi was stuck at the first barrier between the opponent's two lines, and waved to Wu Lei to go to the front of the formation.

The South Korean team was a little confused, and the overall formation had to be constantly adjusted according to the "movement" of China's No. 9.

The tables are turned.

Gao Qi turned into a big stick that kept stirring, supporting the Chinese national football team's suppressive attack.

Front core!

Hao Junmin and Zheng Zhi played more and more happily. They passed the ball however they wanted and their cooperation between the wing and the center was smooth.

The far east.

Lippi, the world-famous coach who has coached a Chinese Super League club, was looking at the No. 9 Chinese player in front of the TV, and his hand holding the cigar could not help but tremble slightly.

My thoughts fly far away.

Pictures of the Apennines in the past emerged in my mind like a passing tour.

"Nine and a half"

China's No. 9.5, a perfect offensive model.

Chinese fans were ecstatic.

It’s the New Year, is this still the Chinese national football team?

How come I’m getting better at kicking?
The commentator and coach Zhang were secretly happy.

"Yes, yes, yes. The South Korean team has no ability to control the field. The Chinese national team can attack around Gao Qilai to the maximum extent possible."

"No matter how hard they try, it will be difficult for the K-League players to snatch the ball from Gao Qi's feet!"

"Gao Qi ate up the pressure."

“He also saves energy because he doesn’t need to sprint back and forth.”

"He occupied the area between the lines and constantly switched roles back and forth, from nine to ten, by moving around."

"Run in an arc to attract the defense on one side!"

“Touch the ball, be a wall.”

"Another diagonal stab in the ribs!"

"pick!"

"The vision was too broad. Gao Qi lifted the ball to the weakest area of ​​the Korean team!"

“This is the space he created!”

"The kicking style is so advanced!"

"Grandmaster!"

"Oops, that guy made a mistake in stopping the ball!"

"Ouch! Why did you give the ball to the other side?"

Kim Young-Kwon takes possession of the ball.

The South Korean team woke up from their dream.

Son Heung-min started immediately!

Courtside.

The demeanor of a famous coach that Perrin had worked so hard to create was completely gone.

He raised his hands in panic, signaling his disciples to return to defense.

Assistant Coach Li blew his bangs and silently wrote in his notebook: "The players' passing stability is not enough. They can't maintain this style of play for a long time."

The other side.

Stillik bent his body and roared with all his strength.

Hit by accident.

The Chinese player made a mistake in receiving the ball in the frontcourt, which allowed the South Korean team to launch this powerful counterattack!
Li Tingxie received a pass from the backcourt near the center circle.

He withstood the interference from the Chinese national team defender with his back to the goal.

Snapped!
In sideways position, separate sides.

The football rolled weakly towards Che Duri who was cutting in from the wing.

The Korean bald man touched the ball.

The football goes towards the middle again!

A thin figure rushed out.

Son Heung-min has not gained muscle yet!

"Flying like lightning!"

“Too fast!”

"Danger!"

The Chinese team's half was empty.

South Korea's Xiao Sun is far ahead.

Bah!
The football brushed past Wang Dalei's fingertips and flew into the goal.

2:1! ! !

The Sydney Stadium was suddenly filled with sighs.

The young Son Heung-min subconsciously wanted to celebrate and provoke the Chinese fans, but he was stopped in time by the experienced Cha Duri after running a few steps.

Stillik roared at his disciples: We are still lagging behind, how can we waste time.

"The South Korean team scored a goal."

"The Chinese national football team should be more vigilant, adjust their mentality and maintain their leading advantage."

"What a pity."

"The suspense of victory or defeat is back again."

"That's what football is all about, playing with the emotions of thousands of people, laughing one moment and silent the next."

"The gains and losses of a game often have nothing to do with the score."

The national football team teammates looked apologetic.

Gao Qi patted his thigh and waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Don't be discouraged if the situation is favorable.

Studio.

Barrage flying.
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【Normal operation, nothing wrong. 】
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[Don't panic, it's just a technical adjustment. ]
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[We have already suppressed the sticks and are leading by one goal, firmly. ]
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[Don’t be afraid, we won’t be equalized, we won’t lose, even though this scenario has happened to the Chinese national football team several times, but we have a good start now! ]
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[Gao Qi still has plenty of energy, so don't panic.]

The Eternal City Far Away.

Thanks to Gao Qi, the Asian Cup's ratings in Europe reached a historical peak.

Garcia served as a commentator and analyzed the game.

He is the second head coach in Gao Qi's Rome career.

It's a pity that this guy doesn't understand humor and his mind is only thinking about tactics.

There is absolutely no heat from Enrique.

"Perrin made a mistake in his on-the-spot adjustment. When the Chinese team was leading by two goals, they should have continued to defend well, instead of blindly choosing to suppress the Korean team after they lost control of the midfield due to personnel adjustments."

"He made similar mistakes in several games when he coached China before the Asian Cup."

"The Korean team's midfield control has weakened, but Perrin's players are mostly engineers, who are unable to assist Gao Qi and suppress him."

"The stability of a player's passing is affected by the intensity of the game."

"My advice to the Chinese team is to shift resources to the defensive end. Even if they are two goals ahead, they must defend well."

"A flashy style of play cannot be supported by just one superstar. That style of play places high demands on all players."

"Well, the Chinese coach doesn't have to think too much because Gao Qi will use goals to cover up the problem." "Although I am a Frenchman, at this moment I am consistent with the expectations of all the Apennine fans. I hope Gao Qi will defeat the South Korean team!"

The big screen in the studio immediately played a cartoon:

Countless red stars rose up on the map of Rome, gathered into a river, and flowed towards the southern hemisphere.

A line of subtitles pops up.

'We will never forget the fruits that the seeds from the East left for the Eternal City.'

The game continues.

The pace of the scene is getting faster and faster.

The sticks, who had finally scored a goal, became more and more frantic in their strangulation.

The actions of both sides are becoming more and more aggressive.

The 63th minute of the game.

Jiang Zhipeng and Park Zhuhao competed for the header on the wing, elbowed each other, and each received a yellow card.

The 68th minute of the game.

Ji Xiang and Nam Tae Hee confronted each other near the center circle and choked each other.

Players from both teams immediately surrounded the scene, and it immediately fell into chaos.

There was booing from the stands.

Fights also broke out between fans of both teams.

The referee, Fahani, hesitated for a long time, but still chose to take out the yellow card.

"In matches between China, Japan and South Korea, strangling is very common."

"It doesn't matter. Frequent interruptions in the game are good for us!"

"Cha Du-ri is pushing Go Ki."

“Immediately, he was besieged by the national football players!”

“Hehehe, Gao Qi is a member of the martial arts team’s youth training team, he won’t suffer any loss in this kind of situation.”

Che Duli failed to push Gao Qi.

Gao Qi pushed hard with his backhand.

The Korean bald man bounced one meter away and fell heavily on the grass.

Several fans excitedly climbed over the railing.

Unfortunately, the track of Sydney Stadium was too wide, and numerous security personnel stopped them from rushing onto the field.

I don’t know whether these fans wanted to take photos with the stars or help in the fight.

The chaos subsided and play resumed.

The South Korean team's dream of a comeback was gradually extinguished.

China's No. 9 stopped "moving around" and began to release his energy, shortening the attack chain and severely suppressing the Korean defense line!

The 77th minute of the game.

Gao Qi appeared at the front of the formation and took the initiative to find Jin Yingquan.

The Korean stream-of-consciousness guard has poor physical talent, is slow to turn and lacks explosive power.

At this moment, they were firmly "held down" and in a passive defensive posture, and could no longer cut off the last link in the Chinese national team's offensive chain.

Snapped!
Hao Junmin made a long pass.

Gao Qi stopped the ball with his left foot and suppressed South Korean player Xiao Jin with his back.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the South Korean team's defense to shrink!"

"Wait for the Korean team's defensive focus to shift over here!"

Coach Zhang just finished speaking.

Gao Qi has "attracted" the defensive forces of Bangzi like a magnet.

The distance between the defense lines on both sides was also "sucked" apart!

In the chaotic crowd.

Kick sideways!

The football flew off the ground and went to the left.

“A broad perspective.”

"The quality of the pass is so high!"

"Exquisite to the extreme!"

"Gao Qi passed the ball into the vacuum zone he created again!"

"The strategic value of the big fulcrum!"

Zheng Zhi unloaded the ball easily.

I secretly sighed in my heart: It has been many years since I have made such a comfortable pass in an important game.

The Korean defense, which had entered a mad dog state at this moment, quickly adjusted and piled up people on the weak side.

Gao Qi led Jin Yingquan straight into the middle.

"Zheng Zhi and Jiang Zhipeng made an overlapping cooperation!"

"Go down!"

"Jiang Zhipeng passed the ball to the middle!"

"The full-back with the highest cross success rate in the Chinese national football team!"

"Gao Qi!"

"Upside down golden hook!"

in the lens.

Gao Qi turned his back to the South Korean team's goal.

Soar into the sky!

Stretch your body!

Exclamations instantly enveloped the Sydney Stadium.

The fans felt the shock brought by the Premier League superstar!

Kim Young-Kwon and Jang Hyun-soo, who were thrown away, pounced with all their might and used their hands!
Perrin was confused.

Stillik was also confused.

What the hell?
A shocking scene happened: the falling football was blocked out of the penalty area by Zhang Xianxiu with a "Suarez-style shot"
"Handball in the penalty area!"

"Red card!"

"Penalty kick for the Chinese team!"

"Oh, it's not just one red card! Kim Young-Kwon also got a red card. In slow motion, he made an aggressive move against Gao Qi in the penalty area!"

"What's going on?"

"Two players from the South Korean team were sent off!"

After Gao Qi performed the back hook, he was heavily pinned to the ground by Jin Yingquan who rushed over.

The Korean players surrounded the referee and protested wildly.

Zhang Xianxiu did not make any excuses and walked out of the sidelines silently.

The "zone shot" is a rare action that occasionally occurs in South American games and has even appeared in the top five leagues and major cup competitions.

The mood of baseball fans was like falling into the abyss.

They kept shouting at the Korean players to commit fouls but never thought that they would have to pay such a heavy price.

Studio.

The fans went crazy.
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[How did the Chinese national football team lose when they were 11 against 9? Tell me! ]
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[Don't worry, as long as you watch the K-League and the Australian A-League, these are just small scenes. ]
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[Indeed, compared with the scripts of the K League and the Australian A League, this is nothing. Not to mention the two players being sent off, there have been several games in recent years where both teams have had two players sent off.]
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[What if the Chinese national team misses the penalty kick, the Korean team equalizes the score, the nine players defend tenaciously, the tie goes into overtime, and the tie goes to a penalty shootout? ]
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【impossible! 】
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[I thought I was dreaming, do Koreans also want to dream? ]
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[Winning is certain, Gao Qi will bring the championship back to China! ]
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[Perrin, don't play with fire. Defend well. Don't attack as there is no time left. ]

Jin Yingquan covered his face in pain.

Son Heung-min's eyes were red.

The South Korean team is in a desperate situation. No one can stand up.

"So far."

"Gao Qi and Balotelli's penalty success rate is tied for third in Europe!"

"Big heart!"

"The gap between them and the first and second place is very small."

Gao Qi put the ball at the twelve-yard line.

Start to move backward.

A melancholy blue figure slowly emerged in the field of vision.

Negative emotions are spreading wildly.

Gao Qi raised his hand and gently patted the blue shadow's shoulder.

All negative emotions immediately shrank, the shadow trembled slightly, and turned around to reveal a smile.

Followed by.

puff!
Gao Qi blew out a breath, blowing away the blue sadness.

His face is full of confidence.

High spirits.

Kim Jin-hyun saw the strange gesture that Go Ki made.

Expression of disdain.

Penalty takers have made weirder gestures in the past
Take a deep breath.

Try to calm your mind.

He then danced and jumped around, trying to distract the free throw shooter.

suddenly.

He seemed to remember something, and a vague sense of fear arose in his heart.

The power of China's No.9's feet has long been famous around the world.

Beep!
The referee blows the whistle.

Gao Qi takes a running start.

"My right foot seems to have gathered a tremendous amount of strength!"

"Strong enough to pull up the mountain."

"Hit the door!"

Bah!
The football blasted into the South Korean team's goal like a cannonball.

Kim Jin-hyun fell to his knees with a pale face.

3:1! ! !

Asian Cup final, hat trick!

All the cameras in the Sydney Stadium were aimed at Gao Qi who was running!

Chinese fans felt unprecedented happiness.

Many people have imagined what it would be like if a superstar was born in the Chinese national football team.
this moment.

A dream come true.

AFC officials are also going crazy.

Sponsors are going crazy.

Gao Qi’s perfect performance in the final is of immeasurable value!
"The top scorer in the history of the Asian Cup, Gao Qi!"

"It may be many years before someone breaks his record."

“Maybe he’ll break his own record.”

"The Chinese fans can already feel the championship trophy with their breath."

“Will this be the goal that kills the game?”

“Maybe there’s still a ball!”

The 88th minute of the game.

positional warfare.

The Chinese national football team suppressed the South Korean team at the front of the penalty area.

"Perrin needs to be more steady. We can't keep attacking like this."

"The Chinese national football team has experienced three black minutes."

"Hao Junmin, kick the ball from the side!"

The stick's defense line shrank rapidly.

Gao Qi took a step back and broke away from the defensive player.

This time, no one could stop his shot by fouling!

With your back to the goal.

Keep your feet off the ground.

Jump high with a relaxed posture.

Son Heung-min instinctively looked up and watched the Chinese number nine rising into the air. The Chinese number nine blocked the spotlight!
Stielike was already kneeling on the ground on the sidelines.

Perrin, translator Zhao, and assistant coach Li all looked shocked and held their heads in their hands at the same time.

Bah!
The instep of his foot, suspended in the air, kicked the falling football hard.

Goalkeeper Kim Jin-hyun was stunned.

The football spun diagonally.

Outline an unpredictable light trajectory.

That's too late
4:1! ! !

The moment the football hit the net, it was as if an earthquake occurred in the Sydney Stadium.

"Wow!"

“Excellent!”

"Barbed Golden Hook!"

"This goal is like a shining gem!"

"Happy Fourth!"

"Gao Qi scored four goals in the Asian Cup final!"

"A Chinese player accomplished a great feat!"

On the spot, a Korean fan fainted.

There were bursts of crying from the Korean stands.

Who understands their despair?

Who understands their sorrow?

The Korean players' emotions were richer. In addition to sadness, there was also a hint of fear, as if a big boss had appeared in the game that could not be defeated.

At this moment, Chinese fans don’t know how to express their inner excitement.

Happiness reached its peak
Dreams become reality.

CTV5 live room.

It has been covered by dense barrage of comments.

It is so dense that no one can see the contents clearly.

Only simple words like "awesome!", "awesome", "golf king" etc can be captured.

A few minutes later.

While people are still savoring Gao Qi's hovering, leaning back, turning and shooting
Beep! Beep!
The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

China defeated South Korea and reached the top of Asia.

The red sea in the stands was churning violently.

In an instant it turned into a red torrent and poured into the green field.

(End of this chapter)