World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 10 If you win, it’s over

"Hot Doha, Qatar 2-0 Iran!!!"

The news that came in the evening was even more exciting than the news in the morning!

After learning the news, Yuan Weimin immediately held a plenary meeting to discuss how to fight the last battle.

At the meeting, many officials discussed it.

"Oh my God, God is so smart, Iran actually lost?"

"Deserve it! They are only capable of playing against us, and playing other West Asian teams is nothing!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, then do we have another chance?"

"Chairman Yuan, we must seize this opportunity!"

Yuan Weimin nodded.

The battle between Golden State and Qatar has left him exhausted.

Who would have thought that God would give him another chance.

He can't let go of this last chance so easily!

As for how to fight the final battle, a group of pot-bellied officials discussed for a long time and finally came to only one conclusion.

"Chairman Yuan, should we find a more mature and stable coach?" someone suggested.

Hearing this proposal, Yuan Weimin was also a little moved.

As soon as the news from Doha came, several well-connected domestic coaches immediately called him to congratulate him.

On the surface, they are wishing the national team to come back to life, but in fact, they are just trying to see if there is a chance to get a piece of the pie.

The meeting was bustling with people, and everyone was recommending their acquaintances to Yuan Weimin.

Seeing the profit-oriented expressions of his colleagues around him, Xu Fang, who was sitting at the end, said:

"Coach Xiao Zeng wanted to cross the river and demolish the bridge to pick the fruit as soon as he made the results. Isn't this too ugly?"

Although Xu Fang is currently recuperating at home, he was the vice chairman of Bamboo Shoes before leaving office, and even Veerappan of the AFC had to give him face.

Now as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone immediately fell silent.

After a long while, a smart person still said: "Yes, coach Xiao Zeng just came up, did a good job, and didn't make any mistakes. How could he be replaced so easily?"

Speaking of which, the conversation changed, "But he is still too young. There is a lot to consider in the last crucial battle. I'm sure there will be something I can't think of."

"I suggest that we arrange a team of consultants to help him check things out. He should be the head coach!"

As soon as this was said, everyone in the conference room immediately agreed.

Xu Fang let out a long sigh.

It has only been a year since I left the core of Bamboo Shoes, and I didn’t expect it to become so bureaucratic.

If you want to do a good job in football, you must seize the time to take care of your body!

Dalian, Oriental Building.

This day was full of surprises.

It was a game, a plane ride, and a celebration. When the team members returned to their respective rooms, no one could sleep.

In the national team room, Sun Jihai stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

Hearing the sound of turning over next to him, Sun Jihai asked softly:

"Brother Fan, you haven't slept either!"

"Well, I haven't slept, I can't sleep!" General Fan straightened his body and sat up from the bed.

"Brother Fan, what a turn of events. Who would have thought that Iran would lose? I was stunned when I learned the news at the Beijing Airport. I didn't expect that we would have another chance!"

"You didn't expect it, and neither did I!" General Fan snorted, "Haha, but someone did."

"Who? Who is so awesome?"

"Of course it's your coach Zeng!"

General Fan recalled the bet Zeng Zheng made with him in the locker room half way through the match with Saudi Arabia. He never expected that Zeng Zheng's prophecy would come true so quickly.

"Boss Zeng? Oh oh oh, that's not surprising!"

"What? Has he ever been as magical as this time before?" General Fan asked curiously.

"That's not true, it's just that I remembered what Boss Zeng said to me."

Sun Jihai put his hands behind his head and fell into memories.

"I remember it was the U15 Pioneer Cup qualifying final, and the winning team could represent Liaoning in the national competition."

"In the middle of the game, our junior sports school led 3-1. Someone asked Mr. Zeng to give the opponent some face and let them win."

"At that time, Mr. Zeng was not happy and rejected the other party directly."

"Then the other party yelled that even if we won, we wouldn't be able to go to the national competition, so they left angrily."

"At that time, all our team members were very scared. We were afraid that even if we won, we would not be able to enter the national competition."

"But Boss Zeng comforted us, saying that football players should just do their best on the field. As long as they try their best to fight hard, there is no need to worry too much about the result."

"People outside the field have to worry about things off the field. If we can't even do things well on the field, there is no reason to complain about failure."

"Looking at it now, Boss Zeng is still right!"

"We just need to play the ball well on the court, and things off the court will naturally follow their own rules."

At the end, Sun Jihai's eyes were filled with memories.

Zeng Zhengli defied public opinion and took all the "responsibility" on himself.

After offending the big boss, he even spent his own money to take Dalian Sports School to the national competition.

Although he came back with a championship trophy, he also lost his job in the end.

Of course, this is all in the past.

"It's up to people to plan things, but it's up to God to make things happen, right?" General Fan kept slapping his mouth.

He felt that he had to re-examine this young coach who was one year younger than him.

In the single room of Dongfang Building, the bedside lamp was brightly lit.

Zeng Zheng didn't know it at this time, but before the plane even landed, Zhu Xie was "raising personnel" to send him an airborne regiment.

At this moment, he was biting a pen and staring at the data on the paper.

He was calculating the probability of the Chinese team qualifying.

After Qatar defeated Iran 2-0, the qualifying situation in Group A became completely confusing.

There are currently only two games left in Group A of the Top Ten, and in order to maintain fairness and justice, the AFC will play these two games at the same time.

In other words, no matter how much time difference you have, we will start the whistle together and finish together.

Only the Iranian team has finished all Group A matches, ranking first with 12 points with 3 wins, 3 draws and 2 losses.

The remaining four teams all have one game less. Except for Kuwait, the other three teams all have 10 points!

It seems that Kuwait, with 8 points, has been eliminated one round early.

But if the last game is a big victory over the national football team in an away game, and Saudi Arabia draws with Qatar.

So Kuwait, who are tied with 11 points, can definitely rely on their goal difference advantage to qualify for the World Cup as second in the group.

In other words, these five teams in Group A actually have a chance to qualify!

In this era, there is no such thing as victory or defeat.

Whoever advances with the same points will be determined by goal difference.

After listing the points of each team, Zeng Zheng began to calculate the goal difference of each team in detail.

But the moment the results were calculated, Zeng Zheng's brain almost started to smoke.

Except for Kuwait, which has a goal difference of 0, Qatar, Saudi Arabia and China all have a goal difference of -2!!!

This is really awesome!

In the final decisive battle, except for the Iranians who can only pray to Allah, the other four teams have to fight hard to win without any retreat!

"Fuck NND! Is this still a piece of cake?!"

Zeng Zheng slapped the pen on the table.

"Anyway, we'll be out if it's a draw."

"Win and that's it!"

(End of chapter)