World Cup of Great Powers

"Is the Chinese team so good?"

“It’s really unexpected!”

The score of 1-0 remained until the halftime break.

Looking at the Chinese players training on the court, a young man with "囧 eyebrows" was amazed.

"I told you a long time ago that the Chinese team is a dark horse, but you still don't believe it!"

Sitting next to the young man is the cunning Santos.

At this moment, he is desperately promoting the Chinese team to the young people around him.

"I know about Jianlibao. I heard about it when I was in Sao Paulo!"

"But I thought it was just an ordinary Asian team."

"You know, in Brazil, there are many, many Asian players like this."

Santos quickly caught the question: "But this is the only established Asian team in Brazil, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is indeed so."

"So, all of them are proficient in Portuguese, and you won't have any communication difficulties even when you get there."

Santos continued with more force, "What's more, they are about the same age as you. I think you should have a lot in common."

Santos's advocacy made young people very excited.

He couldn't play football at any Brazilian club, so he had to try his luck in Portugal.

After arriving in Portugal, he joined Benfica.

But the next day, he was loaned to Alvica, the Portuguese league, by Benfica for one year.

Now that the contract has expired, Benfica still does not plan to use him, and plans to loan him to the Portuguese second division to play games.

Under such circumstances, this Brazilian young man who came to Europe to seek gold was quickly spotted by a veteran like Santos and was roped into the World Cup.

"After arriving in China, will I be able to play?"

The guy doesn't care whether he plays in the top league or not.

He cares more about whether he can play.

Portugal's second division has once again not left the European League.

If he can make a splash in the Portuguese Cup, he still hopes to join a giant.

But when I came to China, thousands of miles away, I had no one to rely on.

If he can no longer play football, his youth will be in vain.

"You have to have confidence in yourself!"

Santos did not give the boy an accurate answer.

"Did you see that Chinese team coach?"

"He is your future coach."

"He is also very young, not yet 30 years old this year."

"Even a weak team like the Chinese team can reach the quarter-finals. You will definitely learn a lot under him!"

"Maybe I can wear the Brazilian team uniform and play for the country in the future!"

World Cup?

Now, which Brazilian player doesn’t want to become a five-star Brazil?

Santos' answer was beyond the point of the question and successfully aroused the deepest desire in the young man's heart.

The temptation to play under a World Cup coach is too great.

"Okay, if it is really the Chinese coach who is coaching, I can meet with him. But I have agreed in advance that if it were not for him, I would definitely not go to China."

"no problem!"

In just fifteen minutes, Santos had half of the "deal" concluded.

Zeng Zheng told him that he wanted to find some young Portuguese-speaking players to join the team.

Although he knew that Zeng Zheng had no money.

so what?

Other business income promised by Zeng Zheng was not available to other agents.

From this point of view, Santos can be regarded as Zeng Zhengyi’s overseas partner.

"Zeng, Zeng, you must hold on, I bought your Chinese team for three thousand yuan!"

...

In the locker room, because we were 1 goal ahead.

The team members were in high spirits and every one of them was excited.

"Oh my, I didn't expect Nigeria to be weaker than South Africa!" As soon as Wei Qun Daxia entered the room, he opened his loud voice.

"Who said that? That No. 10 was a thief! If Tiezi hadn't been following him closely, he almost broke in several times! Was it Tiezi?" General Fan took credit for Li Tie.

"No. 10 Jejie Okocha, nicknamed 'Flying Bird', he is the core of Nigeria's midfield." Zeng Zheng said with a smile.

"I remember being in Frankfurt in 1993..."

"Yes, it's the club that Yang Chen wants to transfer to."

"In the 1993 league match against Karlsruhe, Okocha and his teammates played a fast break to reach the opponent's goal."

"After receiving the knock back from his teammates, Okocha could have hit the goal directly, but he knocked Kahn down twice in a row, and then knocked away three defenders who were returning to defend."

"After stepping out of the angle, he scored the ball directly through three people and a goalkeeper."

“Last I heard, that goal was named the Bundesliga’s Goal of the Year!”

When Ou Chuliang heard this, he quickly asked: "Kahn? Which Kahn? The Bayern one?"

"That's right, it's the one from Bayern!"

"Hiss~~~" The team members took a deep breath.

Who doesn’t know Kahn?

Bundesliga champion, best goalkeeper in Bundesliga.

It was such a person who was continuously played by Okocha.

According to Zeng Zheng's description, when the camera showed Kahn, he was too embarrassed to even raise his head.

"So, what about the big bald guy No. 8? How about the fast one? Is he good?" Sun Jihai, who didn't get any advantage in the matchup, asked quickly.

"No. 8 Adepoyu, currently playing for Real Sociedad."

"Then, what about No. 3, the thief who likes to provide assists?"

"Celestine Babayaro, plays for Chelsea in the Premier League."

"So what, if you don't defend well, you won't be able to score a goal!" Zhang Xiaorui said sarcastically.

"That was a sneak attack by Sun Jihai, and the other side had no defense at all!"

Zeng Zheng explained for Nigeria, "That No. 15 Oliseh is the absolute main force for Nigeria's African Cup champions and Olympic champions!"

"That's not right, Coach Zeng. Then why do I think Nigeria's shooting is so bad? Look at their few shots in the first half, it doesn't look like they are retaliating against the society or they are just being impatient."

"These two strikers are also big-name stars?"

"Ikpeba and Yekini who played today are not Nigeria's main forwards."

"Ikpeba is now in French Ligue 1 Monaco, while veteran Yekini was the African Footballer of the Year in 1993."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Neither of these two people are the main players in Nigeria. Think about it..."

"If they replace their main players in the second half, let's see if you still say this!"

The team members were chattering around Zeng Zheng, talking to each other.

The desperate counterattack in the last game of the group stage not only doubled their confidence, but also allowed many players to "accumulate" experience against African teams.

Being tall, fast and dark are the advantages of African players;

Their disadvantages are also obvious due to their rough technique, lack of coordination, and tendency to be impatient.

Recalling the experience of playing against African teams in the past game and a half, many players who played for 135 minutes turned into storytelling actors and "talked nonsense".

Zeng Zheng gradually closed his mouth and handed the "microphone" to the team members.

"Xiao Zeng, Xiao Zeng, come here!" Jin and Chi, who arranged for the substitutes to warm up, waved to Zeng Zheng at the door.

"Coach Jin, Coach Chi, what's going on?"

"Xiao Zeng, is Nigeria really that weak?"

"Pfft" made Zeng Zheng laugh.

"When did I say Nigeria was weak? Then what did I just say?"

"But the more you say that, the more you make the team members feel that they are not smart. If this continues, won't the team members have to float?"

"Let it float! At least they are happy now, right?"

Zeng Zheng raised his eyebrows and seemed not to care about the "love rivals" of the team members.

"Xiao Zeng, then I don't understand. Since Nigeria is so strong, why haven't we even played against us today? Are they not as good as South Africa?"

Zeng Zheng shook his head, "That's not true."

“Nigeria’s overall strength is by far higher than South Africa!”

"Their weak performance today was entirely due to off-field reasons."