Nine and a half

Chapter 289 Entering Fantasy Time (Chinese National Football Team Story)
"18 High-Level Players: A Masterpiece of Italian Legendary Skills! Another Ultimate Expression of Independent Offense."

A devastating breach!

Lippi's 901 formation, that damn ball, is just going up high!

A Fated Clash of Super Shooters: Cristiano Ronaldo vs. Gao Qi!

In the replay of the attack, Gao Qi's lonely yet imposing figure instantly went viral on Chinese and global internet.

Perhaps at this moment, Chinese fans truly experienced the ultimate thrill brought by the national football team.

Many current star players from the French, Belgian, Croatian, and Argentinian camps were also moved by this.

Pogba's gaze was blank.

Mbappe remained silent.

Messi seemed lost in thought.

Modric smiled.

Hazard, De Bruyne, and Lukaku are embroiled in controversy.

“Italy did not participate in the World Cup, but the legacy of the Apennines has been embodied in Gao. Over the years, he has mastered all the attacking skills and become a formidable force.”

"Zidane's ball control, Vieri's physical strength and impact, Baggio's attacking rhythm, and Totti's finishing creativity."

"The blending of all elements."

"At 25, Gao has already become a perfect offensive player."

"Nonsense, Gao developed his career in Serie A."

"Vieri's impact alone makes him a perfect fit for Lippi's 901 formation. I thought Lippi and Gao Hui wouldn't get along."

"Nonsense! I don't see any trace of anyone else in him, only Gao's own shadow!"

Some European stars don't have time to pay attention to Asian football, and they always think that Gao Qi can become the attacking core like he did at Manchester City, constantly creating attacking space for his teammates and raising the overall strength of the Chinese national team by several levels.

I never expected him to be the super tank of 901.

Kazan Arena.

Gao Qi did not celebrate wildly with his teammates.

My emotions have eased slightly.

He picked up the soccer ball from the opponent's net and ran towards the center circle.

The team is still behind; this is not the time to show off.

The commentator's tone was incredibly excited:
"Two goals!"

"Gao Qimei wins again!"

"He didn't give up, and with his personal abilities, he gave us renewed hope for Chinese football!"

"The ever-flowing Volga River has witnessed the sharpness of China's sword!"

"One man, taking on the entire Portuguese defense!"

"The great Gao Qi".

"A great goal."

"I believe that at this very moment, the whole world is calling his name!"

The powerful sound wave made the camera shake slightly.

Tens of thousands of eyes were focused on the Chinese superstar.

Courtside.

Sanchez was stunned and remained speechless for a long time.

"So many of us couldn't stop him?"

"Even a few pigs could knock Gao over!"

"How did Pepe get injured again?"

The other side.

Assistant Instructor Li and Translator Zhao stormed towards the fourth official, gesturing wildly and making a frantic complaint: gesturing for Peipei to elbow Gao Qi in the back of the neck, kick Gao Qi in the shin, and strangle Gao Qi with a scissor kick.
Lippi turned around and gave high-fives and hugs to his coaching staff.

There wasn't much communication.

He quickly regained his composure and stood firmly in the command area again.

Distant scenes flashed through my mind: Gao Qi was like them, yet unlike them; perhaps he originated from them, but he had long since surpassed them.

The ultimate weapon.

The LED screen in mid-air replayed the attack process.

The applause at the Kazan Arena lasted for a long time.

"The referee showed Pepe a yellow card!"

"Oh! It's about investigating the Portuguese defender's earlier foul on Gao Qi!"

"Judging from the replay, Pepe should have received a red card!"

Pepe looked pained and was receiving treatment.

Soon.

He stood up again, limping.

Like an unkillable cockroach.

The Chinese fans in the stands behind him booed him.

Damn it, why isn't that bastard who maliciously crippled people sent off with a red card?

The game continues.

The entire Chinese team retreated.

Portugal is making steady progress.

Fonte wanted to switch tasks with Pepe, worried that the latter might impulsively get a red card.

With one less player fighting, Gao Qi might actually manage to tie the game.

Pepe shook her head, her eyes regaining their fierceness: "No need, no one but me can defend him one-on-one."

Gao Qi, who was patrolling nearby, nodded seriously.

Then continue to observe the Chinese national team's backfield
The Chinese national football team's backline has been completely overwhelmed again!

"B. Fernandes' dribbling ability is quite average even in Europe."

"How can he break through the national team's defense like that?"

“That’s totally unreasonable.”

"Indeed, with Gao Qi's brace, the morale of the national team has improved. Lippi was roaring wildly on the sidelines, signaling the defense to tighten up."

"In positional warfare, the Chinese national football team is playing like a bus. They'll have to rely on luck to stop Ronaldo."

Bah!
Moutinho's long-range shot was muffled by the crowd.

The football went out of control and bounced back.

Cristiano Ronaldo has an extremely keen sense of the ball's trajectory, and he unleashed another powerful shot before the Chinese national team's midfield could react!
This time.

Wang Dalei didn't freeze in place, nor did he touch the ball.

The football whistled past the post, flew out of bounds, and slammed into the advertising board.

Cristiano Ronaldo clapped his hands, indicating that his teammates were doing a good job in their positional attack.

Continue the fierce attack.

Against a team like the Chinese national team, a one-goal lead is simply not enough; we must secure first place in the group and advance!
"That's leadership quality!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo, his fighting spirit and desire for victory inspire Portugal."

The subsequent matches became increasingly thrilling.

Lippi is starting to panic.

The renowned Italian coach, known as the "Silver Fox," who has seen many ups and downs, seems to have gradually developed self-doubt after taking charge of the Chinese national football team.

They quickly made adjustments, trying to hold on for the last minutes of the first half.

9-0-1变阵10-0-0！

Even Gao Qi participated in the deep defense.

Chinese football fans were terrified.

Time slips away unnoticed.

"very good."

"Halftime break is coming up!"

"The Chinese national football team has a chance to carry the one-goal deficit into the second half."

"Wow!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo!"

Even if the Chinese national football players hugged and cuddled Ronaldo closely, it was to no avail.

The latter's off-the-ball movement is too powerful.

In local environments, the terminator space can be brought up from time to time.

Bah!
A curling shot with the inside of the foot!
The football spun wildly and flew over the penalty area line.

Snapped!
A tall figure suddenly leaped up and blocked the ball with his face.
"It's so dangerous!"

"Gao Qi's header clearance from the back line!"

"He has elevated the national team's aerial defense to a whole new level!"

Beep! Beep beep~
The referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

Cristiano Ronaldo paused for a moment, then shook his head.

Lippi immediately called for the team doctor to come onto the field.

Gao Qi was fine, except for a red mark on his face.

The distant Apennines.

The World Cup column is in full swing.

De Rossi became excited: "Back in Rome, I often taught Gao and Morata how to participate in positional defense!"

"With our size, it would be a waste not to defend!"

Italian football has no shortage of defensive players.

Several veteran legends then chimed in, analyzing Gao Qi's defensive anticipation and advance movement, claiming that he must have learned it by watching their own videos.

Italian football failed to qualify for the World Cup finals.

That's the fault of the young, new generation of players and the head coach.

Fortunately, the Italian coach and Rome's Eastern seed both participated in the World Cup!

"Actually, Gao's dynamic defense is really average."

"He is good at using his jumping ability and anticipation of the ball in positional defense, which is already very good."

VIP private room.

Beckenbauer frowned: "If he joins Bayern Munich next season, he will definitely not take on this kind of task."

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The renowned figures couldn't help but curl their lips in disapproval.

Bayern Munich can afford Hua Guogao before saying such things, okay?

Unless they sell Lewandowski or someone else, which isn't realistic. Halftime.

Amidst enthusiastic applause from the audience, Gao Qi, accompanied by staff, slowly walked into the passageway.

Silently reviewing the changes in Portugal's defense in the first half.

Compared to the Premier League and the Champions League, the defensive changes of World Cup opponents are not complicated; they are quite simple.

but.

He also didn't have the same group of teammates from the league.

Of course, there was no disdain for his teammates on the national football team.

It's just that I sometimes don't understand the competitive attitude of my teammates on the national team during matches.

After patting his full-body cardboard cutout, Gao Qi walked into the dressing room.

The fifteen-minute break allowed Chinese fans to catch their breath.

Major media outlets also used various methods to alleviate the public's psychological pressure.

If Spain loses to Nigeria, the Chinese national football team has a very high chance of advancing to the knockout stage!

Spain and Portugal both pulled through, the Chinese national football team can't possibly be thrashed by Nigeria!

How many goals can Gao Qi score against Nigeria?

Most fans were a bit confused: Damn it, the game against Portugal isn't even over yet! And we're already entering fantasy mode?

The Chinese national team's locker room.

blah blah blah!
Lippi pounded on the tactics board.

"Cheer up, focus, and give it your all!"

"Keep an eye on higher positions!"

"In the final stages of the game, we will definitely be at a physical disadvantage. I only have three substitutions available, and the rest of us will have to rely on our willpower to defend well!"

Zhao, the translator, relayed the message aloud.

Willpower isn't just some motivational quote; the Germans once demonstrated its strength on the football field.

The national team doesn't have many complex tactical changes.

After giving a few brief instructions, the Chinese coaching staff urged everyone to take a break.

the other side.

In the Portuguese locker room, the doors were tightly shut, and the cleaning staff could only faintly hear Cristiano Ronaldo's voice.

The fifteen-minute halftime break ended quickly.

The referee team led both teams out of the tunnel again.

The Kazan Arena immediately regained its magnificent atmosphere.

Red flags flutter in the wind.

The drums thundered.

"Welcome back tonight, viewers."

"The second half of the Chinese national football team's match against Portugal is about to begin."

"The current score is 2-3."

"There is still hope."

"We can't afford to concede goals so easily anymore."

"Gao Qi and Cristiano Ronaldo will lead their respective teams in a fierce battle for the next 45 minutes."

Beep!
Accompanied by a whistle.

The second half of the game begins.

Portugal has possession of the ball.

After the football moved slowly, it joined the Five Shields Legion in launching a barrage of attacks on the Chinese national team's defense.

The hearts of Chinese football fans were gradually being stirred.

Studio.
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Don't panic. Think about the Copa del Rey and the FA Cup; even lower-league teams have a chance to hold off top teams.
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Our national football team's "Golden Generation" cannot be compared to some lower-level league.
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Wake up, the phrase "super platinum" refers to Gao Qi alone.
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[Are Fonte and Pepe hesitant to push too deep into positional attacks? They must be afraid of Wu Lei's counter-attacks.]
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[I bet on Portugal to cover the 2.5-goal handicap; can Ronaldo step up his game?]
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[If the Chinese national football team doesn't get slaughtered tonight, I'll order two takeout meals!]

The 52th minute of the game.

After a series of long passes, Portugal created a good attacking opportunity.

"B. Fernandes, lift the ball!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo!!! Incredible hang time!"

"He jumped too high."

"A nuclear-powered header!"

"Wow!"

"The football grazed Gao Qi's forehead!"

"The headers from these two great strikers are incredible!"

The commentator was speaking incoherently.

I'm so damn lucky.

Cristiano Ronaldo's header was narrowly blocked by Gao Qi.

或许国足的10-0-0神阵，真能把2:3的比分，守到终场！

Cristiano Ronaldo pouted, shook his head, and muttered a few words to himself.

Gao Qi gently rubbed his forehead and immediately joined the defense of the corner kick.

Wang Dalei shouted instructions to his teammates.

A divine 10-0-0 formation! Even ten pigs couldn't let Portugal easily crush them!
Faraway Little Britain.

Guardiola watched the World Cup match from a relaxed position in a small, dark room.

There was no pen in my hand.

There were no messy drafts on the table.

Most national teams' tactics are far behind those of the top five European leagues.

It's not that the national team coach is incompetent, but rather that the team's roster doesn't allow it.

"If the Chinese national team has a player like Xavi in ​​midfield, it won't be enough. We need to add Iniesta and Busquets as well, then Gao will have a chance."

"That's not the right answer either; there are significant hidden dangers in our defense."

"Take the Italian defense from the 2006 World Cup and bring it to the Chinese national team."

"We also need to add a few substitutes."

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Gradually, Guardiola became immersed in his own world.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The exhaust fan made a squeaking and creaking sound.

The bald head reflected the light from the television screen.

Finally, he raised his head, beaming: "As long as we have a group of players who are at the level of the middle and lower reaches of the top five leagues, or even the main players of the second-tier leagues, Gao will definitely achieve good results in the World Cup!"

"what?"

"Is it already the 88th minute of the match?"

"Is the score still 2-3?"

Kazan Arena.

The momentum of Chinese fans reached its peak.

"Go Gao Qi!!!"

"Go China's national football team!!!"

Red flags were planted in the stands of Kazan, fluttering in the wind.

The drum was struck forcefully.

The Chinese national football team earned a hard-won opportunity to switch to attack.

The green football field.

It was still a lone red figure, charging headlong into the Portuguese defense without hesitation.

"Can we seize this opportunity?"

"Gao Qi!!!"

"No teammates to support me."

"There is no point of support for the attack."

"His only option is a powerful long-range shot!"

"The rainbow penetrates the sun!"

"Thunder!"

"oops!"

"Pepe sacrificed herself to block a heavy artillery barrage!"

The monk's ribs were broken.

The Chinese team has been awarded a valuable corner kick.

The commentator suddenly experienced a ringing in his ears and could no longer hear the cheers and applause from the Kazan Arena.

He saw the Portuguese team doctor come onto the field, and the referee signaled for Pepe to go off the field for treatment.

Veteran coach Sanchez used up his last spot.

Cristiano Ronaldo was involved in defending the corner kick.

Gao Qi gestured towards Hao Junmin near the corner flag.

The crucial second round of the World Cup group stage battle turned into a silent film in the final moments.

The corner kick is taken.

The wildly spinning football flew into the Portuguese penalty area.

Gao Qi's starting run.

Take off.

When the person arrives, the ball arrives.

The commentator believes that at this moment, countless Chinese fans are just like him: holding their breath, extremely tense.

Bah!
His tall and imposing figure, decisive movement, and perfect timing of the jump created a scene that sent adrenaline soaring.

The sea of ​​red that had been churning in the stands of the Kazan Arena suddenly calmed down.

Patricio guessed the right direction, but failed to reach the ball.

The large white net was lifted.

3:3! ! !

Wow!
The commentator's tinnitus disappeared, and he embraced the beautiful world once again.

He couldn't believe what was happening.

End of the match
China 3-3 Portugal?
Are you dreaming?
The whole world was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)