The Midfield Master

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"This is troublesome!" Duan Xuan on the commentary seat felt cold after seeing Ai Huang fouled and the referee whistled a penalty kick.

Inside the penalty area of ​​the Chinese team, Ai Huang sat on the ground blankly, his mind went blank, he knew he had made a big mistake.

Zhang Wei on the side looked helplessly at the referee, not knowing what to do. He was next to the ball, and Ai Huang's reckless tackle was undoubtedly a foul.

Everyone in the Chinese team, including captain Zheng Zhi, had no idea of ​​defending the ball, because they really couldn't think of any reason to tell the referee that it was not a penalty.

Everyone was downcast, the first half of the game was almost over, not only failed to break through the opponent's goal, but gave them a penalty at this time, which was tantamount to suicide.

Lippi stood on the sidelines on the coach's bench, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, his face livid. The Uzbekistan coach next to him clenched his fists and looked at the field after the excitement.

Both the fans of the Chinese team and the fans of the Uzbekistan team in the stands looked nervous. Of course, the two sides thought about different things. The fans of the Chinese team are more desperate.

The neutral Australian fans looked at the Chinese team's penalty area with great interest, waiting for what happened next.

"Damn it!" Xia Ze sat on the bench, looked at his penalty area coldly, couldn't help imitating Martins' tone, and said something in Portuguese.

He didn't expect Ai Huang to be so reckless, he tackled the opponent when Zhang Wei was about to steal the ball, and the first half was almost over, giving the opponent a penalty. He even wondered if Ai Huang was gambling.

Uzbekistan's number one star, formerly Uruguayan striker Sebastian took the ball and slowly placed it on the penalty spot.

"I can do it!" Zeng Cheng shouted in front of the door, cheering himself up.

He stepped back slowly, stood on the goal line, put his legs into a horse stance, lowered his center of gravity, and was ready to fall to the ground at any time to block the opponent's shot.

At this time, it was a contest between Sebastian and Zeng Cheng.

Beep!

The referee blew his whistle, Sebastian ran up and kicked!

"Left!" Zeng Cheng said at the moment Sebastian swung his leg,

He judged the direction of the opponent's shot and fell to his left.

puff!

The angle of this ball is not very tricky, but it is very powerful. Although Zeng Cheng touched the ball with his finger, it still rolled towards the goal!

boom! !

During Zeng Cheng's block, the ball hit the post, but it bounced back into the penalty area!

Sebastian was just before the 12-yard mark when the ball hit the post and returned to his feet again. He who had missed the opportunity at first, now received another blessing from the heavens.

He didn't waste another chance and sent the ball into the empty goal with an easy push with his right foot.

Zeng Cheng's save just now had come to an end, and he had no time to react to Sebastian's follow-up shot.

0 to 1! The Chinese team is behind!

There was a burst of cheers behind the goal, and Uzbekistan fans wearing white jerseys waved their flags to celebrate the team's goal.

On the other hand, Sebastian crossed his hands on his chest and ran towards the corner, muttering something.

Lippi turned his head away in disappointment on the sidelines, while the Uzbekistan coaches not far away raised their arms and shouted.

Reluctantly, Zeng Cheng fished out the ball from the net and kicked it to the center circle to vent his grievances about losing the ball.

He actually saved the ball just now, but he didn't expect the ball to hit the post and still land at Sebastian's feet. He didn't even have time to react to the opponent's follow-up shot, and the ball rolled into the net nest.

"It's okay, everyone cheer up, we want to tie the score!" Captain Zheng Zhi clapped his hands in the backcourt to encourage his teammates, so that they can all come out of the shadow of conceding the ball as soon as possible.

"The Chinese team conceded a penalty at the end of the first half, which undoubtedly did a serious damage to morale."

Duan Xuan said with a heavy tone in the commentary: "The first half of the game has reached stoppage time, and the time left for the Chinese team is running out."

As Duan Xuan expected, the Chinese team failed to equalize the score in the last two or three minutes of the first half, and could only enter the locker room with a 0-1 deficit.

"Xia Ze, you don't need to go back to the locker room, go warm up now, you'll be there at the beginning of the second half." Lippi called to Xia Ze who was walking back, and said next to him.

Xia Ze looked at Lippi, and the old man's eyes showed trust in him. He knew that the team needed him, and he was always mentally prepared to play, so he nodded firmly to express his understanding.

"You play in the attacking midfielder position in the second half, remember to ask for more balls..." Lippi saw Xia Ze's desire to fight, so he gently grabbed his back and talked to him about the tactical arrangement for the second half from the sidelines.

The other members of the coaching staff and players of the Chinese team walked back to the locker room after giving them a strange look.

In the locker room, there was a depressing atmosphere. No one spoke, but kept pouring water into their stomachs.

"Give me the ball in the second half, and I will equalize the score myself!" After a while, Ai Huang spoke first.

When the others heard his words, they all looked at him strangely.

"Are you so embarrassed to say? If you didn't focus on dribbling the ball yourself and it was cut off by someone else, we would have lost the ball? If you passed it to Gao Bo earlier, he would have scored!" Zhang Wei, who was sitting opposite Ai Huang, originally He didn't talk much all the time, but when he heard Ai Huang say this, he couldn't help scolding him.

"What did you say? If it wasn't for your inability to defend the penalty, I would have needed a shovel?" Seeing Zhang Wei scolding him, Ai Huang immediately retorted forcefully.

"I almost broke his ball. If you hadn't tackled the ball recklessly, the referee would have given a penalty? If you don't know how to defend, don't make a fool of yourself!" Zhang Wei finally couldn't help but swear.

"You fucking blame me?" Seeing Zhang Wei being rough, Ai Huang threw the kettle to the ground and rushed towards Zhang Wei angrily.

Zhang Wei didn't give in too much, standing up to 1.9 meters tall, he was not afraid of the thin Ai Huang at all.

Seeing that the conflict between the two was about to escalate into a physical conflict, the teammates next to them quickly pulled the two away, and there was a sudden commotion in the locker room.

"Okay, don't make any noise. In the second half, you should defend and pass the ball. Don't think that you can save the team by yourself!" After the two were separated, captain Zheng Zhi spoke.

At this time, the coaching team hadn't returned to the locker room, and after the conflict just now, the atmosphere was even more depressing.

Tens of seconds later, the coaching team headed by Fu Bo walked into the locker room. As soon as he entered, he found that the atmosphere was not right, thinking that the player was knocked down by the conceded goal. c