Golden Greenery

Sitting on the bench, Zhuo Yang's face turned black, and his whole body was filled with evil spirits. His teammates sitting next to him felt the coldness of Brazil in June.

Brazilian players celebrated Neymar's brace not far away. In the 54th minute of the second half, the score was 5:0.

This score tied the Chinese team's losing record in international A-level competitions in history. On April 4, 1992, the Chinese men's national football team visited the Stanford University Stadium and lost to the United States team 0:5.

22 years later, the Chinese team saw another bloody 0:5, and the game was not over yet.

Before the game started, the loss was actually expected by everyone, and even the loss was 0:4 in the 2002 World Cup. I am afraid many people could reluctantly accept it, after all, Zhuo Yang could not play.

The Chinese team was completely passive in the first half. In the 22nd minute, Ramirez, who plays for Chelsea, suddenly advanced in the midfield. He hit the wall with his club teammate Oscar and dribbled the ball into the penalty area. He faced the attacking Zeng Chengchao in front of the left corner of the small penalty area. The shot broke the deadlock and the score was 1:0.

Just three minutes later, Hulk hit the ball behind him with a straight pass from the right rib. Oscar promptly inserted a cross pass from the right side of the penalty area to the middle. The unmarked Neymar fired with his right foot from 7 meters and easily scored, 2:0.

After that, the Chinese team had its first shot of the game, and Hao Junmin's free kick flew out of the baseline. Before this, the Chinese team players might not even know what Cesar looked like, because they couldn't reach the Brazilian penalty area.

At this moment, Zhuo Yang actually had a very bad premonition, but after the Chinese team experienced two more hits on the goalpost in the first half, it miraculously maintained the score of 0:2, which made him feel that he was It's not that I'm suspicious, it doesn't seem that evil today.

As the World Cup begins, the Brazilian team's roster has basically been finalized, leaving only one or two mobile spots in case of injuries. However, the regular starting lineup has not yet been determined, and many positions are facing fierce competition.

In the last warm-up match, which is also the final inspection, except for four or five positions, there is open and covert competition in the rest, and there is even a competition for the chief substitute. For example, Miranda and Dante, they need to compete with Tischi and Pengpeng. The first substitute behind him.

Today, Brazilian captain Tisci, like Zhuo Yang, has rested due to a minor injury. Miranda, who started the game, provided a cheerful assist in the first half. In the second half, the Brazilian team, which was already well aware of the Chinese team's weak offensive ability in the frontcourt, let go. Dante, who replaced Pengpeng, seemed to have grown up in the midfield.

The same situation also happens here with Marcelo. Due to many injuries this season, he is taking a break in Real Madrid and is not as good as Maxwell, who is enjoying his second spring in Paris. He also needs to use his performance to lock in the main force.

Hulk, Ramirez, Paulinho, Willian, Fernandinho,

Wait, these people are also in the same situation. This resulted in the fact that although Brazil was not the main force, the three armies were fighting for the lead and were more enterprising than the old main force.

Nor do they know how to praise.

Without Zhuoyang, the Chinese team could not control the football at all in front of the powerful Brazil. Judging from the scene, not only is it completely different from the Chinese team that lost to world champion Spain by one goal last year, but even the Milu national team that lost to Brazil by four goals in 2002 is not at the same level at all.

In the 49th minute, Hulk made a cross from the right. Oscar, who was unmarked, slowly stopped the ball and then shot, making Brazil 3:0.

In the 52nd minute, Neymar made an arc outside the penalty area. The football hit the crossbar and bounced back. Hulk, the humanoid tank, snatched the landing point and pushed the ball into the blind corner to make the score 4:0.

In the next 54 minutes, Neymar received a cross from Marcelo and scored twice. At 5:0, the Chinese team tied the losing record.

Conceding three goals in a row within five minutes, the Chinese team, which lacked Zhuo Yang, was absolutely stunned and couldn't even analyze why it was conceded. At this moment, Zhuo Yang's expression also changed. He could not accept such a disastrous defeat.

It's simple and clear, it's just that my pride can't stand it, it's so fucking embarrassing.

The people in Brazil who met him in Europe were all respectful, and they were used to showing off their power in front of them. But now he was sitting on the sidelines, being slapped in the face one after another.

Even if we don't play, this is my Zhuo Yang's team. Beating a dog depends on the owner, are you too crazy?

However, Zhuoyang's evil spirit on the bench was not enough to deter the Brazilians who were already so happy that they forgot everything. Just six minutes later, the Chinese team made a mistake in passing the ball in the backcourt. Ramirez intercepted and Oscar passed the ball. Neymar completed the hat trick. Brazil 6:0.

This score set a new record for the Chinese team's A-level loss.

Zhuo Yang stood up from the bench, his face seemed to be covered with frost. If it weren't for the fact that his ankle really didn't allow it, he would definitely go up and teach the Brazilians a lesson at this time, so that they know etiquette and shame, and they would not hesitate to kill one or two of him if they disobey.

Perhaps Zhuoyang's standing up made the Brazilian players finally think of him and understand that some people are not suitable for feuding. The Brazilian team obviously restrained itself in the next game, and Scolari also replaced Neymar with Willian who had had enough.

The Brazilian team's relaxation finally gave the Chinese team a glimmer of hope. Then Zhao Jiuri received a cross from Zhang Xizhe and headed the ball towards the goal, allowing Cesar to make a save.

This was the only shot within the goal range of the Chinese team's six shots in the game.

However, the Brazilians stopped being crazy, but the Chinese team failed to live up to their expectations. In the 70th minute, Liu Jianye made a clearance in the penalty area and kicked the football into his own goal. It was an own goal, 0:7.

Zhuoyang still wants to play at this moment, but he doesn't want to go up and teach the Brazilians a lesson, but his teammates.

I have traveled across Europe for twelve years and experienced countless defeats, but I have never suffered a defeat with more than four goals. Today it’s not the Brazilians who are rubbing sand in my eyes, it’s our own people who are putting eye drops on me.

In 1952, the newly established Chinese football team visited Poland and lost 1:7 to Kraviv. In April 2004, Ali Han's Chinese national team visited Camp Nou and was beaten 0:6 by Rijkaard's Barcelona, ​​which had just lost to Atletico Madrid 0:3 in the UEFA Cup a month ago. Diebold.

These two games were the Chinese team's losing record, but today the record was broken, and it was under the nose of Zhuo Yang, the number one player today.

Higher, faster and stronger, seven balls are nothing, the Chinese team launched a challenge to themselves.

Marcelo was kicked down by a defender in the Chinese team's penalty area. The referee really didn't want to call it off, but the action was too obvious and it would be outrageous not to call it off.

Oscar's penalty kick was scored overnight, setting the score at 8:0, and a new losing record was born.

With the blood-red score here, any analysis of the game is nonsense. It’s embarrassing to be able to win against the Brazilian team. The last fifteen minutes have been turned into garbage time, and any calculation of gains and losses is meaningless.

There was no sadness, no joy, no anger, no ice, or even numbness in Zhuo Yang's expression. He stood empty on the sidelines, looking at the 0:8 recorded in history on the large display screen in the stadium.

He has no anger, and the evil spirit has disappeared without a trace, but no matter whether it is Jie Shuai or his teammates, whether Pengpeng, Neymar, or Kaká, no one dares to come to comfort him, no one dares to talk to him.

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