Golden Greenery

This coach is terrible! Zhuo Yang defined Yinsheng at that time.

In fact, Yin Sheng was just a caretaker coach, and the Football Association didn't want him to work for long. The old man in the circle has roots and leaves, and he came to the national team to get gold. It was all a matter of favor. After these two group matches, it will be a matter of whether Lao Yin can advance to the top 10. In fact, the Football Association has secretly started the process of recruiting new coaches.

Lao Yin did a poor job in the Olympics. If it weren't for the current vacancy in the national team, and the few people around the country who didn't dare to pick up the mess in these two games, he wouldn't be the caretaker coach. To be honest, looking at the past, I am afraid that none of the famous domestic coaches have the courage to coach Zhuo Yang.

Dad once said: Bravery is the most noble quality of human beings!

Zhuoyang despises people who are irresponsible the most, but with two games imminent, Hailai can only make do with it. The replacement of the coach will cause the already unstable people to disperse. Besides, who are you looking for right now? I can't just carry it all by myself, right? Can’t you survive the rest of the day? Still waiting for me to move the ladder to climb over the wall!

Thinking of it, Zhuo Yang had no complaints or complaints at all.

"I'll play as an attacking midfielder. I can take care of both offense and defense."

"Okay, okay, no problem." What happened next was as expected by Zhuo Yang. "Then...who do you think the other 10 people are? What's the arrangement?"

"Director Yin, this is a bit inappropriate!"

"It's appropriate. Why isn't it appropriate? Zhuoyang, you are someone who has seen big scenes and knows better than us."

"Director Yin, look, I haven't even recognized my teammates yet. I don't know what positions to play and their technical characteristics. Besides, these are your jobs, Director Yin. Anyway, I only care about playing football and managing tactics. If it doesn't work, you have to figure it out." Zhuo Yang directly added a handful of mustard. "That's it, I'm going to train first."

Behind Zhuo Yang are Zheng and Huang Bowen, and on the wings are Hao Junmin and Zhu Ting.

The back line of Sun Xiang, Wang Xiao, Li Feng, and Cao Yang lined up, and the goalkeeper Song Zhenyu.

Zhuo Yang shot three goals in the first 12 minutes, two on target and one high. The goalkeeper Sacker still had two brushes. The Chinese team played a total of four kicks, and Lin missed the remaining one. Zhuoyang is not a god, but he believes that if he keeps playing like this, scoring a goal will be a matter of time and the easiest thing.

However, you never know which cloud will bring rain, and the field will suddenly change.

In the 18th minute, Li Feng intercepted Fabio outside the penalty area and fouled. Lebanese referee Najim whistled for a free kick. This was not controversial. Fabio personally took the penalty and passed the ball from the right to the penalty area. Song Zhen plucked the green onions from the jungle and picked it steadily.

At this moment, Najim's whistle sounded and he pointed towards the penalty kick.

Zhuoyang looked back and saw Sebastian lying in the small penalty area. Lin stood beside him, dumbfounded and at a loss.

Najim signaled Lin to pull someone while defending and pulled Sebastian down. Zhuo Yangxin said: Lin who is like a hemp stalk can pull down this so and so who is like a tank? Sure enough, West Asia referee!

Zhuoyang, who was fully mentally prepared in advance, stepped forward to negotiate with Najim. "Mr. Referee, if there is a replay, you will definitely find that he flopped. I hope you will be cautious."

"Sorry, Mr. Zhuoyang, I saw it clearly just now. This is an obvious foul." Najim's English is quite good.

"In this case, Mr. Referee, I respect your decision. He is the one who should be condemned. He deceived you with his superb acting skills. This behavior will definitely be recorded by FIFA." Zhuo Yang said: "Mr. Referee , please continue playing."

Sebastian stood up quickly, picked up the football and walked to the penalty spot. Zhuo Yang waved: "Cao Yang, Cao Yang!"

Cao Yang ran over: "Huh?"

"Did you tell me that day which country this kid was originally from?" Zhuo Yang pointed at Sebastian. "Why can't I remember it right now?"

"Uruguay deserves four, yes, Uruguay deserves it."

"Okay, got it."

Zhuoyang walked to the penalty area line and shouted in Spanish to Sebastian: "Grandson, hey! I'm calling you!"

Zhuo Yang has been hanging out with the Brazilian gang for two years. His Portuguese can now be compared to Ronaldinho's curse words for two hours without repeating the same thing. His Spanish is not that good, but he can understand and speak clearly. No matter which country the Qatari players come from, they all speak common English when they are together. Therefore, only Zhuoyang and Sebastian, including the referees, can speak and understand Spanish on the court.

Suddenly hearing his native language, Sebastian had a complete conditioned reflex. He turned around in surprise, wanting to see who was the elder from his hometown.

Zhuoyang waved his hand: "It's okay, grandson, just play well."

Only then did Sebastian realize that he had been taken advantage of, and his huge body instantly bulged with anger, while Zhuo Yang stood there and said: Bite me!

Seeing that the trick was successful, Zhuo Yang calmly greeted the goalkeeper Song Zhenyu. "Xiao Song, look at my gestures and don't hesitate."

Song Zhenyu, who had been staring at Zhuo Yang from the moment the penalty kick was awarded, pulled the flesh on his face and nodded vigorously: "Yes!!!"

Zhuo Yang saw through the power of penalty kicks, which have always been the most immediate way to improve the team. From the first day of training, he began to train the three goalkeepers. The main goalkeeper Song Zhenyu was of course the top priority.

Whether you have heard of it or not, Zhuoyang’s legendary ** is one finger, and the water drop stadium is unblinking. Zhuo Yang shouted again: "Get ready to rush to defend!"

The whistle sounded, and Sebastian, who was shorter than him, hesitated for a moment and then started to run. Such a strong and strong man, but he launched a soft left half high ball. As soon as Zhuo Yang's fingers popped out, Song Zhenyu collapsed like a spring, and his palms were firmly slapped on the football.

Falling back outside the small penalty area, Sun Xiang reacted quickly and kicked the football out of the sideline before Sebastian.

Everyone was jumping and jumping, and they were jumping and jumping in the stands. They were happier than if they had scored a goal. The cheers of fans can be heard from Tianjin to Kashgar.

This matter is not over yet. Are you going to play flop in front of me, Zhuo Yang? Ever heard of Inzaghi? Do you know what the three realms of flopping are? Just two minutes later, Zhuoyang was 'tripped' by No. 8 Yusuf outside the left corner of the penalty area.

Therefore, in the first half, the first black free kick with a violent aesthetic roared in from the outside of the six-man wall against the turf, leaving only a curved light and shadow in the live TV camera.

Zhuoyang scored his first goal in the national team!

At this moment, the whole of China was in an uproar. The live broadcast, which set a new viewing record for CCTV, made hundreds of millions of people jump up from their TVs at the same time. Cars traveling on the street honked their horns in unison.

Zhuo Yang watched with satisfaction as all the fans cheered for him. Although he was very used to it, he still liked to be held in the spotlight.

Later, Cheng Hao said in his report: Zhuoyang said that being first is always meaningful, so he named this goal 'Depth Bomb'. I ask him why? Zhuoyang said that at that moment, he wanted to drink.

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