Golden Greenery

( ) Dongzi’s injury troubled the Chinese team more than Goulart’s injury.

Although they conceded goals in each of the first four games, the Chinese team's defense still showed extremely stable strength and was not inferior to the other seven teams in the quarterfinals. But if you want to say that the team's defense has reached the level of European powerhouses, it is nonsense. The Chinese team's defensive depth is very problematic.

Apart from Ma Jiang Dandong, there is no substitute with a similar overall level. It's that simple.

Dongzi is injured, but the game will continue. Sforza has two options, but each has its own pros and cons. One is to use Zheng Zhi or Feng Xiaoting to play as central defender and move the iron egg to the left back, just like the second half of the game against Portugal.

However, the 37-year-old Dazhi's physical endurance is questionable. He currently plays in an intermittent + stance style, and is clearly positioned as a substitute. It will be very troublesome to start the second half.

Xiao Feng has quite a lot of experience, but his personal ability is not good. Faced with Brazil's repeated penetration in the middle, what should he do if he is fooled?

The second method is to keep the central defender stationary and let the left midfielder C Zhe play as a guest at the left back. In this way, the deep attack power is guaranteed, but after all, C Zhe is not a full-time defender. What should he do if he is forced to bear the ravages of the Brazilian wing? If he is beaten to tears?

In the final analysis, Brazil is still too strong as an opponent, which directly turns the shortcomings in the personal abilities of Chinese players into big holes. If it were not the World Cup but the Asian Cup, none of this would actually be a big deal.

Sforza pulled back his hair for the rare occasion. During the tactical meeting, he asked Zhuoyang: Do you have any good suggestions?

Zhuo Yang said: "We have brought eight defenders, why don't we use them to support the master? We have fought more difficult battles than this. I am afraid of a hammer."

Brother Zha slapped the table. Instead of being afraid of wolves and tigers, why don't you fight yours and I'll fight mine? It's a complicated choice, so let's go with the simplest one. Therefore, the most direct substitution was made, with left back substitute Jiang Zhipeng starting.

Dapeng is on the standing list of two teams this year, and he can be regarded as a senior player in the national football team.

When given an opportunity, you must seize it. In the 8th minute of the game, facing William and Fagner's double play on the wing, Dapeng saw the right opportunity and destroyed the football beyond the bottom line.

The handling was not good or bad, but Zhuo Yang still gave Dapeng a thumbs up.

William took a corner kick, and Zhuoyang ignored Neymar and Jesus. When he saw Pengpeng suddenly running from the middle to the front post and then in front of the goal post, he immediately followed him.

The distance is a bit far, and he can't reach it if he wants to compete with Pengpeng for a header, but this obviously cannot be difficult for Zhuo Yang. He and Pengpeng took off at the same time, one behind the other.

Pengpeng was grabbing the point, and Zhuoyang used his big head to block his path to the goal.

The 31-year-old Pengpeng is a veteran. He seems to know what Boss Zhuo is doing behind his butt. He does not flick the header or hit it, but touches it gently. The arc is not high. The football just passes Zhuo Yang's top, and the ball speed is also high. Unhappy, it fluttered towards the front goalpost.

This player is so smart in handling the ball. Without fifteen years of bad experience, he would never have been able to do such a stupid thing.

Because he was blocked by Zhuoyang, the Chinese players thought that Pengpeng could only point the ball inside the arc and the white spot area, because there are Neymar and Jesus there, or he could hit the back post with more force, and Paulinho would Haunted.

So the fact that he was so naughty to my point of not entering was beyond everyone's expectations, even his teammates. Only his partner Ti Xi had a clear understanding.

As the apprentice of Grandpa Mo Tesak, Pengpeng has scored a lot of headers over the years. The defender who is better at scoring headers than him is Tisci. These two guys are a deadly duo when it comes to set kicks. Tons and Laporte are nothing compared to them.

Tixi suddenly appeared at the front post, and he was in the penalty area. Yan Junlin was stunned.

This damn empty door is so close at hand! Not to mention hitting it with the head, even if you blow, spit, or fart, it will get in.

At the critical moment, you have to look at Zhuo Yang.

In fact, there was nothing he could do. He even stared at Pengpeng in front of him after taking off, so he had no idea what was going on behind him. And even if you see Ti Xi jumping into the empty space, you can only stare at it from a distance of 5 meters.

Being teased by such a thieves as Peng Peng, Zhuo Yang just subconsciously kicked his body.

The football went over the top, and Zhuo Yang suddenly had an inspiration in the air, and his body immediately arched like a Dunhuang flying into the sky. To put it bluntly, he lowered his waist in the air.

But it's obviously in vain. Roots can't take root in the air. Even if the body is folded, the upper body has to go down as much as the legs and feet can go up. The sole of the foot was slightly missing, but it failed to change the trajectory of football.

But this time, Ti Xi was seriously shaken. In such a brief moment, he was suddenly startled and it was too late to make any moves to chase the falling football.

Not to mention holding the top of the head, it is too late to blow, spit, and fart.

The football was about to fall to the ground, and Tixi relied on his body's instinctive reaction to reluctantly and awkwardly use his thigh to cushion it in a half-kneeling position.

The football swayed on his back and hit the upright half-way with its head. Then it bounced back and fell into the arms of Yan Junlin, who was in a weird and helpless posture.

Tixi: "..."

Feitianzhuo, who was in the reverse arch shape, came back with a 'pop' and landed on the ground with a 'pop'.

"Lao Zhuo, you will have too much."

"Hey, it's mainly about the waist and horse becoming one."

The Chinese team escaped a disaster, and then the two sides continued to fight back and forth. The competition mainly occurred in the midfield, and both sides squeezed the formation very flat.

Brazil deployed a 4-3-3 and 4-4-2 swing formation today. It depends on the position of right winger/wing midfielder William. The Chinese team is similar. From left to right in the midfield, C Zhe, Li Ke, Kadasi, Especially water. Zhuoyang and Exxon are in front, but they will take turns to retreat, forming a shadow forward or even an attacking midfielder in the midfield.

In the 12th minute, Maro took the ball and started from the backcourt. After hitting the middle, Li Ke pushed it back to the wing.

Taking advantage of Maro and Marcelo running side by side, You Laoguan turned to Kadashi in the middle.

Exon returned to receive the ball, and while running, he directly sent a through ball from the opposite angle to the middle. Zhuoyang crossed with him vertically and passed the ball with a fried ball.

Stepping on the top of the arc and not waiting for Pengpeng to bully him, Zhuo Yang decisively pulled out his foot and slashed to the ground. The feeling of this shot was very good. He aimed at the blind corner and walked away. It felt like it should be there.

No.

The 18-year-old fluffy man with special abilities is a bit like the yoga master Darcy in the classic arcade game "Street Fighter".

Red Gahel! Pengpeng stepped out with his long legs and barely blocked it, but the slash just happened to rub against the sole of his shoe. He was hung up by the spike and flew out of the bottom line as he changed direction.

Zhuo Yang really wanted to beat Pengpeng into the sky with a 'gas-consuming heel'.

"Peng, you're going to have more and more."

"Don't talk to me yet, I just got into trouble, s—"

"You, who is that..." Zhuo Yang pointed to the door: "Come here and rub it for your Brother Peng."

Alisson was instantly excited and his eyes were shining. If Tixi hadn't scolded him, he would have taken off his gloves.

The corner kick changed hands, and it was replaced by Pengpeng sticking to Zhuo Yang.

You Laoguan fired, and Zhuo Yang suddenly thrust forward in exactly the same way, basically in the same position as Pengpeng's "chicken thief rub" just now. But Pengpeng was no ordinary person and was not thrown away by Boss Zhuo.

The two brothers took off side by side. Pengpeng is no longer the piece of paper that fell down when the wind hit him 15 years ago. On the contrary, physical confrontation has become one of his advantages. Even if Zhuoyang is arrogant, he can't take advantage of him in hard steel.

Of course, Pengpeng couldn't do it even if he wanted to make a comfortable save above Zhuoyang's head.

As a result, the two of them fought in the air and gritted their teeth. As a result, they interfered with each other and neither of them hit the football.

There were red and yellow crowds scattered in front, middle and behind the goal, with Fernando and Jesus guarding the front post. Zhuoyang and Pengpeng missed together. Neither of them expected that the football floated past them and fell quickly. Feiniao and Jesus subconsciously shook their heads to make a rescue.

Both of them stood on tiptoes, Feiniao's head was thrown in and out, and Jesus showed his forehead and smashed it outward.

‘Bang~~~~’

The heads of the two guys hit each other first, but the force was not strong enough to cause anyone to open the gun on the spot, and it might not even hurt much.

But in this way, what was originally a clearance that looked for the ball turned into a passive attack that looked for the ball.

The beans are boiling and the bean basket is burning. The beans are weeping in the cauldron. We are all from Manchester. What are you making a fuss about?

The ball went in and I didn't see whose head it hit but it bounced off. Anyway, it was an own goal.