Golden Greenery

Chapter 143 Who can score a goal for me?

Experts from the medical team believe that Zhuo Yang should not have too many outdoor activities at the moment, and should especially be cautious about participating in public gatherings. Zhuo Yang, who returned from a big dream, is very obedient. He is no longer the willful and somewhat unruly Zhuo Yang before.

The national football team and fans also know that experts do not allow Zhuoyang to come out, and they are very supportive of this. Especially for fans, Zhuoyang's health is 10,000 times more important than the national team and football.

Even if Zhuo Yang can no longer play football, it is far more important than football.

Therefore, in such a crucial game just around the corner, the medical team experts did not let Zhuo Yang go out. Everyone thought it was reasonable.

However, the experts are also Chinese and fans. So Zhuo Yang finally came to Saint Suzaku.

Because there was no advance notice, after Zhuoyang pushed the door open and entered, the locker room froze for a few seconds before calls of 'captain, captain' came one after another.

There were no rules in the locker room. Everyone gathered around him in a chaotic manner, like fighting for eggs at the morning market. Sforza's legs and feet slowed down a little, and Zhang Xizhe squeezed her against the cabinet with a bang.

Chaos returning to chaos is completely different from the lifelessness just now. Some men only need a back view to change the mood.

Zhuo Yang hugged his teammates one by one before it was the coaching staff and others' turn.

"Brother Zha, thank you for your hard work." Zhuoyang said to Sforza.

Cyriak Sforza was not only working hard, he was actually exhausted mentally and physically. After more than a year of coaching, he finally understood why Rijkaard quit.

Sforza will not regret being appointed in a critical situation a year ago, but if he misses the World Cup qualifiers this time and fails with such an embarrassing result, Sforza will not lack courage, but he will indeed have no face to continue coaching.

When the team began to prepare intensively in Xi'an a few days ago, Sforza had already made plans to resign. He didn't want to be a deserter, but it was because he couldn't show off his achievements to Zhuo Yang.

Although Sforza is Swiss, Switzerland and Germany have the same origin, and he has basically spent his career in the Bundesliga. He was a core member of Kaiserslautern's "Red Devils Miracle" and he has never lacked German players. Unique tenacity.

But being tough doesn’t mean being shameless.

In fact, other members of the coaching staff are also planning their own futures. Lombardo plans to find a position as an assistant coach in the Chinese Super League in the future, or partner with Sforza, or simply go to Hope Chunlei Football School. Anyway, he will not leave China.

Warnes and goalkeeper coach von Adrian will return to the Bundesliga,

Dortmund and Madiburg are their hometowns.

Li Jinyu and Li Hao may continue to stay, but they still need to wait and see, just like the team leader Yang Chen's plan.

Yang Chen patted Zhuo Yang on the back: "Captain, let me say a few words to everyone."

Zhuoyang looked around, and the locker room quickly became quiet.

"Not a good game," he said. One sentence made everyone lower their heads.

"It's not that you didn't play well, it's that we didn't play well." Zhuo Yang said: "Since the Asian Cup last year, we have played very poorly."

"Although I am absent and am no longer a professional player, I have not withdrawn from the national team, I am just absent."

"I am still the No. 18 of the national team and the captain of the national team. This team is still my Zhuo Yang's team. So, whether I am absent or not, it is my team that did not play well."

"My team, but I can't play now. Who can score a goal for me today and win against the dog-like Qatar?"

There was silence in the locker room.

Zhuoyang asked again: "How about you look to see if my No. 18 jersey is still there, and I can go up and try it myself?"

"I——!" A hysterical roar startled Zhuo Yang who was calming down. Wu Lei was like a Tigger, his head almost hit the roof: "I'll do it, I'll score the goal!!"

Then the locker room became a Tigger disaster, and a group of people were saying "Me me me" one after another. Wu Lei only scored one goal in the first seven qualifiers. You must know that the Chinese team scored all the goals from Bhutan and the Maldives, including one 12:0.

Yu Dabao, Jiang Ning, and Yang Xu were all enjoying themselves, but there was only one Wu Lei. Among a group of unpromising people, he was the best.

Zhuoyang nodded with satisfaction and pressed Wu Tiaotiao down from mid-air.

"Well, it's up to you. But one isn't enough, so I'll put in two for you."

Zhuoyang must get "imperial approval" for this matter, otherwise everyone will only think about scoring goals during the game, which will lead to bad things.

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The on-site DJ informed the fans of Zhuo Yang's arrival at the stadium with an almost tearing voice. St. Zhuque was completely immersed in the hot atmosphere, and the stadium instantly resembled a boiling volcanic lava vent.

The Qatar team, which lined up in the tunnel to follow Malaysian referee Aminul and was about to walk out, was sprayed back by the sound wave from the scene.

They didn't understand Chinese, but they knew Zhuo Yang's face. Just when the Qataris were in shock, Zhuo Yang appeared in the channel surrounded by Chinese team officials.

The eyes of the Qataris are straightened. This is how mortals look up to legends. After being idle for more than a year, Zhuoyang has not only become a legend in the football world, but also a legend of life and death.

Ignoring the stunned Qataris, Zhuoyang walked up to the referee team and received them cordially. Aminul involuntarily bowed when shaking hands with Zhuoyang.

Qatar No. 9 and their captain Mashal Abdullah recovered from the shock and dizziness, saw the opportunity and stepped forward quickly, stretching out his hands from a distance.

"Mr. Zhuoyang, today I... am really honored..."

Zhuoyang didn't know who Abdullah was, but that didn't stop him from feeling like a spring breeze.

"Welcome you and your team to Xi'an, this is my hometown. I wish you and your team an unforgettable journey."

"It's necessary, it's necessary..." Abdullah nodded and bowed.

Zhuoyang, who has been reborn from the ashes, no longer needs to specifically release his aura, nor does he need to deliberately control his temperament.

In 2008, Zhuoyang's first game after returning to the national team was in Qatar. It was the top 20 of the Asian qualifying matches for the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. However, compared to the team with uneven players eight years ago, Qatar today is no longer what it used to be.

At least from an Asian perspective, through persistent naturalization and unsparing investment in youth training, Qatar has made a qualitative improvement.

This is a group of men who aim to compete for the No. 1 spot in Asia. Before the game, Uruguayan head coach Jose Carreño and captain Abdullah both said: Our purpose here is to win, even if we have qualified early.

They respectfully watched Zhuo Yang walk out of the passage first and looked at his back. They no longer thought so.

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