Reborn on Top of Football

The Chinese team, which stayed at 1: 0, threw Wang Ai lonely in the front field of opponents. Even if Wang Ai can also defend, at this time he must stubbornly stand in the frontcourt and open up a sky for his teammates, otherwise the situation of the Chinese team will be more dangerous if the other four defenders also pass halftime.

In the remaining half of the first half, Wang Ai made several surprise attacks, which often caused a big uproar in the field and affected the formation of Italy. From the perspective of Huang Jianxiang and Tao Wei, he is like a fish that rushes to the left and right in the fishing net. No matter how hard he tries, he is surrounded by heavy encircles.

"Xiao Wang, is it okay? How long can I persist?" In the locker room, Lao Shen asked Wang Ai with concern.

In the tired and concerned eyes of his teammates, Wang Ai, who was leaning on the closet with his legs stretched out, suddenly smiled: "Hey, I stole my physical fitness."

"how?"

"After the first half of the first few times, I was sprinting. The opportunity was not good. I lied to them, but I didn't run hard. Therefore, my physical fitness was OK."

The old Shen breathed a sigh of relief, and Wang Jianying couldn't help crying and pointed at Wang Ai: "Cunning."

"Hey, don't talk about me, I should be able to play for another half an hour, but how about your physical fitness?" Wang Ai looked at Zheng Zhi and Dewey.

Zheng Zhi leaned on the closet with his eyes closed, as if he didn't hear Wang Ai's words, Xu Liang shook his head: "Brother Zhi is tired, everyone is not tired."

Dewey, Zhang Yaokun and Zhang Baofeng were tired and didn't want to talk. Only Zheng Zhi opened his eyes: "I thought I did n’t have the opportunity to participate in the Olympics in my life. I never expected to have today, let alone we would be out of the group. Thank you brothers for giving me this opportunity. I have to take it down this half, even if I go home and lie down for a week. "

Fifteen minutes later, the two sides exchanged venues and the fighting resumed.

Facing the Chinese national defense line with its teeth braced, the Italians' physical fitness also fell rapidly. Pirlo and others gradually became anxious. In front of the Chinese team, the game became suddenly fierce. Pulling at each other, colliding with each other, people turned over.

Lao Shen was distressed, and dragged over to the team doctor Schubert: "Can our team members stand up?"

Schubert with a ponytail had a grim expression: "It's too intense, it won't take long. However, the Italians can't fall well!"

Sure enough, by the tenth minute of the second half, Zhang Baofeng and Xu Liang were injured one after the other and were unable to play. Old Shen had to make a substitution in advance.

Zheng Zhi, while closely following Pirlo, constantly undermines his organization, and often calls on his teammates to pay attention to the defensive position. After half-time close combat, he has become familiar with Pirlo's playing style, coupled with Pirlo's severe physical decline, his defensive pressure has begun to ease. After the Italian team's ten minutes of onset, the substitute had to ease down.

Substitute Yan Xiang and Qu Bo who played Yan Song started to consciously play for Wang Ai, hoping that he would score another one and completely lock the victory.

From the perspective of onlookers, the Chinese team's lineup slowly moved from the top of the penalty area to the center of the arc. As the Italian team continued to retreat, it moved forward. The Chinese midfielder also consciously pulled the lineup a little bit, giving the exhausted guard a breathing space.

When commentators, journalists and fans thought that the Chinese team's offensive was about to rise, they didn't want to fall into the trap of the well-thought-out Italian. Their physical fitness is running low, but they are not persistent. In the desperate defense of the Chinese team, they realized that it is difficult to beat the defensive system with a number advantage. So led by Pirlo, consciously released the Chinese team.

As a result, the Italian team quickly scored a equalizer.

In the 12th minute of the second half, when De Rossi blocked Zheng Zhi in Pirlo, he secretly played a sharp direct pass, which was obtained by the extremely fast Girardino, before Dewey's kick, and avoided the attack Zong Lei scored into the bottom right corner of the goal.

The Chinese fans who were just excited seemed to be choking their necks.

While waiting for the kick-off, Lao Shen kept saying nothing, and in his heart he fought fiercely: Is he going to keep the draw ready to get a penalty, or is he going to hit? It may not be possible to stand still, and Xiao Wang's physical strength will soon reach the bottom. Once he goes down, I'm afraid he can only stay dead. But what if I get hit and fight back? Italy is best at defensive counterattacks!

Old Shen finally decided to hoard heavy soldiers at halftime, but he was willing, so he called over to Qu Bo: "How about, can you still run?"

Qu Bo smiled.

Lao Shen pointed to Wang Ai: "For a while, you should stop participating in defense, boldly attack, intersperse boldly, shoot when you have a chance, and give it to Wang when you have no chance. I need you two fast horses, go to the front court and kill him personally , I want you two little handsome guys to rush across the Italian chain. Rush over! Do you understand? Rush over! "

The two sides returned to the starting line, the Italian team was still not slow, and the Chinese team adjusted again, and the lineup became a strange structure of 811. Zheng Zhi's defensive lineup, a solid guard at the top of the penalty area arc remained motionless. Qu Bo was slightly forward on the right and Wang Ai was still ahead.

At the same time, Shao Jiayi turned into a back waist, and Zhang Yuning was the most exaggerated. He actually retreated to the defender line, and played the full-back in a serious manner, and he actually played decently! This position change has turned the Chinese team's backcourt into a 44 configuration, with the extremely conservative formation of double-back, double-back, double-back and double-back.

If it weren't for Zhang Baofeng and Xu Liang's injuries, Lao Shen could have replaced Zhang Yuning, but there is no place for substitution now, and that's all it can be.

The two sides who are "not thinking about progress" are still playing the game in an orderly manner, and they seem to be sliding in the direction of overtime.

In the 26th minute of the second half, Lao Shen's layout had an effect. Zhang Yuning made a header in the backcourt to make a save to Shao Jiayi. Shao Jiayi responded to Sun Xiang and opened his opponent. A long pass found Qubo on the right.

Qu Bo drove the ball against the newly-launched Chelney and moved closer to the middle. Wang Ai shook off his opponent's entanglement and stepped forward to respond. His teammates had a tacit understanding and played one by two. The first Qu Bo attracted the attention of Chelney, Ferrari, Balzagli, Donadell and even the goalkeeper.

Qu Bo, who was forced to the bottom line during the running, did not wait for everyone to be in place, and decisively kicked the cross.

The football arc is high, past the jumping goalkeeper Pelizzoli and falling to the back.

Wang Ai is entangled with Bovo. He stuck Bovo strongly, endured his push, and looked up at the trajectory of the football. He hasn't worked hard for a header, but he has been a teammate with Bai Guanghai for a few years, and he can see that he feels it.

He struggled a bit. The shirt on his chest was grasped by Bowo behind him, tightly "blocking" his body. In the video camera of the reporter behind the goal, at this moment, Wang Ai's upper body muscles were as clear as bodybuilders.

After struggling a bit, and slightly throwing off Bowo's arm, Wang Ai simply jumped up. His bounce strength was so great that Bowo's hand holding the slippery jersey was broken.

Wang Ai who jumped up therefore seemed to suddenly “tighten” his jersey and tightened it twice, accelerating his body lightly, carefully and not fancy, with football on his forehead.

Open your eyes! Close angle! 2: 1!