football fight

Chapter 295: Always Going Through the Wind and Rain 1
The Iranian team celebrated at the goal of the national football team. This goal was completed by their head star, which was very encouraging. A small number of Iranian team fans were extremely excited.

The score of 2:0 is very beneficial to them, and it has greatly affected the morale of the Chinese team. For the Chinese team, they played too hard.

"Don't worry, don't worry, cheer up." Di Xiaoliang patted Mu Dingyong on the shoulder, and said to him, "Don't let that kid run around, let alone let him hold the ball and interfere with him too much. "

The Chinese team hopes to kick out their own things, but they are not playing very well now, and their offense, defense, and organization are almost collapsed.

In the 35th minute of the game, the national football team once again made a serious mistake in the backcourt. Iran's high-pressure press today can always bring the most direct damage to the Chinese team.

The one who made the mistake this time was Di Xiaoliang, who had the most fighting spirit. He turned around and passed the ball back too hard, causing Yu Fei, who was catching the ball, to stop the ball. Azmon, who was very close to Yu Fei, quickly approached him , interfering with his second touch.

Azmon and Yu Fei are entangled together. Yu Fei is a young man who has had a lot of experience in confronting foreign players in Frankfurt on weekdays. Although he has not yet fully established himself as the main force, his confrontation ability is not bad.

However, Azmon's "unyielding" made him unexpected, and he let Azmon squeeze him away for a moment of relaxation!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Battelle immediately leaned over to make up for it. Azmon dared to fight Yu Fei, but he didn't dare to mess with Battelle, and immediately passed the ball to Thrall on the wing.

The ball came to the left, No. 11 Godos quickly accelerated forward to cooperate with Thrall, Thrall also passed the ball forward with interest, and moved inside to attract Zheng Yubao to the inside.

The Iranian team's offense was concentrated on the left, and the Chinese team's defensive players quickly returned to the defense, sealing the space to limit the offense.

Godos stopped near the baseline with the ball, and Xu Wenli followed him all the way, closely guarding him.

Azmon arrived in the penalty area, stopped facing the goal, and suddenly accelerated in the direction of Godos. Godos immediately dodged a little distance and passed to the front point.

Everyone watched the next scene with bated breath. Azmon stretched out his right foot, touched the ball with the outside instep, and sent it towards the goal.

Fortunately, Lin Feizhuo moved ahead of time, blocked the near corner, blocked the ball, and resolved the crisis.

"Why do strange things happen every time I meet Iran! It's a mess!" Even the fans who have been cheering have begun to discuss, and the voices of the national football fans on the scene have weakened.

"Oh, it's okay to have a draw last time. In the previous Asian Cup, I was so angry that I almost smashed the TV!"

"I don't know how to get the ball in the frontcourt, how can I play it! It's completely training with others, like eleven ball boys!"

"Look at people! Hey! This way! Don't miss anyone! Watch out!" The national football players reminded each other one after another.

The first half was not over yet, but they were exhausted, and everyone seemed to be holding on to the game.

Cheng Youcheng looked at the state of the players with a blank expression on his face, and he did not continue to communicate with Zhong Weiguo who was beside him.

He has experienced many passive situations. Whether he is now coaching the national football team or before coaching the national football team, Cheng Youcheng has resisted it.

He is thinking, thinking about how to overcome this time, this is an unprecedented challenge, enough to make the "strategy library" in his mind unable to find a way to deal with it.

The Iranian team has not become much stronger than in the past. Is it because the players of the Chinese team are too nervous?Or is the Chinese team's players getting weaker?

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" The referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half. The Chinese team failed to do anything and could only enter the second half with a 2:0 trailing result.

The night had come and the sky was black, but there was a chilly wind and it felt like it was going to rain.

"Team China! Come on! Team China! Come on! Team China! Come on!"

The national football players walked down the aisle dejectedly, and the cheering sound from the stands sounded again, but it also aroused their guilt.

"Where's my Coke?" Cheng Youcheng watched the players walk back and went to the assistant to ask for something, "You go and get it for me right away."

The assistant was a little puzzled, but he trotted to get him a Coke.Coke was bought by Cheng Youcheng to celebrate the team, and it should have appeared after the national football team defeated the Iranian team as they wished.

"Everyone, don't act recklessly, play well, and do well the tasks that you have to complete in your positions. Don't be frightened by others." Zhong Weiguo, who returned to the locker room, had already begun to educate the players.

"Ha!" Cheng Youcheng yelled, and kicked open the door of the locker room, holding a large bottle of Coke that had been shaken violently in his hand, as soon as he moved his thumb away, the Coke gushed out from the mouth of the bottle.

"Come on! Come on! Be happy! Let's celebrate!" He swiped the Coke at the players like champagne, forcing them to dodge and cover. "Come on! Let's celebrate that the Iranian team is about to win!"

"What are you doing!" Zhong Weiguo couldn't help yelling at the beginning, but remembering the crazy things Cheng Youcheng did before, he immediately held back.

Cheng Youcheng is going to use a special method to boost morale again!
"Is it cool? Do you want some more?" Cheng Youcheng took a sip of the remaining Coke and threw away the bottle. There were still a few bottles of Coke beside the assistant at the door.

The players stared at him dumbfounded. Although some of them were still angry, some of them couldn't laugh or cry because of him being so messed up.

"The Iranian team is going to celebrate, because they are going to win, shouldn't we help them celebrate?" Cheng Youcheng put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows, "After all, we gave them the victory."

"Well, get up and celebrate! Why are you sitting around! Get up!" Cheng Youcheng was very excited.

"No." A weak voice came from the crowd, and it came from Kong Pengyu, who was sitting in the back.

"What? What did you say?" Cheng Youcheng deliberately pretended not to hear.

"I said, don't! We don't want to celebrate them! We want to win!" Kong Pengyu stood up abruptly, staring at Cheng Youcheng with burning eyes.

"Very good! You're the only one who doesn't celebrate, right? Then you stay here, everyone, come out with me, let's celebrate!" Cheng Youcheng raised his hand and beckoned everyone to go out.

"I'm not going, I'm not going! I'm not going." The players began to stand up one by one until everyone stood up.

"Very good!" Cheng Youcheng took a step forward, kicked away the coke bottle that he threw on the ground just now, and pulled the tactical board over.

"Since you don't want to go, then listen to me!" He patted the tactical board vigorously, "First of all, let you cheer up, not to make you think wildly, they are not that powerful!"

The players gathered around, the shorter players consciously stood in front, and the taller players consciously stood behind, listening to what Cheng Youcheng had to say.

"The defender reduces mistakes, the midfielder plays the ball steadily and quickly, and the forward seizes the opportunity. It is easy to say, but it is difficult to do, but I believe you can do it!"

(End of this chapter)