World Cup of Great Powers

When the news came that the Chinese youth team had finally lost, everyone on the court, whether they were young or South Korean, were gnashing their teeth with hatred and couldn't stop.

We fight to the death here, but you just lose casually over there?

What about your tactical philosophy of striving for victory?

Where is your fighting spirit that never gives up?

If you lose just to make us both sick...

Well, you did!

Park Changshan held Troussier's hand and gritted his teeth using the few English words he knew: "Kick that! Win! Win!

"

That means that if you really make it to the finals, you must defeat the Chinese Youth Team for us.

But Troussier kept shaking his head.

He thought Park Changshan was saying that the Chinese youth team won this game!

“nonono, kick that, no win, no win!

"

The two head coaches were just holding hands and talking nonsense to each other.

Until finally, Troussier's translator couldn't stand it anymore, so he found a South Korean who could speak English and translated a few sentences for the two of them, and then they let go of their hands.

"kesou! Coach Zeng is so disgusting!" Junichi Inamoto, who was completely exhausted, slapped his thigh in anger after learning the results of the other side.

As a young player after returning from suspension, Inamoto has no cards and physical strength. He undoubtedly fought the hardest in this game.

Everyone knows that the sudden attack on South Korea's side was entirely because the Chinese Youth Team scored a goal in the opening game, which stopped South Korea's thoughts.

"Inamoto, don't blame Coach Zeng. South Korea is fighting for us and has nothing to do with him!"

Seeing his teammates scolding Zeng Zheng for being shameless, Shinji Ono limped over, patted Junichi Inamoto on the shoulder and said: "No matter whether the Chinese team wins or loses, South Korea will fight with us if they want to qualify."

"I know!" Junichi Inamoto gritted his teeth with hatred, "But I don't know why, but I just wasn't happy when I heard they lost to Yin Lak!"

"But, maybe...this is Coach Zeng's tactics!" Shinji Ono felt that his defense was weak.

“kesou!

"

"If we meet the Chinese Youth Team again in the final, I will defeat them no matter what this time!"

"Damn the Chinese Youth Team, don't lose in the semifinals!

Inspired by Junichi Inamoto, the defeated soldiers of the young players broke out into loud cheers.

As we all know, anyone can step on Yin Lack in this Asian Youth Championship.

On a small day, it was 6 to 2, and they slaughtered Yin Lak.

But it was such a team that was at the bottom of the group, but in the end it defeated the Chinese Youth Team that was first in the group.

Who can't see the trick?

The most disgusting thing is that after Japan and South Korea merged, the three teams of China, Japan and South Korea all scored 7 points.

The Chinese Youth Team had a goal difference of 6, the Japanese Youth Team had a goal difference of 5, and South Korea had a goal difference of 3... In the end, the Chinese Youth Team qualified first in the group.

...

"...a message will be broadcast below."

"In the group stage of the Asian Youth Championship that just passed, the Chinese Youth Team defeated South Korea and drew with Xiaozhi."

"Four games, 2 wins, 1 draw and 1 loss, qualified as the group leader and advanced to the semi-finals."

Aunt Wang was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. When she heard the news, she shouted to her husband who was playing top outside the house:

"Old Wang, the Chinese Youth Team has advanced to the group stage!"

"Ah, did you advance? Okay, what's your group rank?"

"First!"

"Not bad." Lao Wang nodded and cracked his whip.

After thinking about it, he asked casually, "How many games have you won? Has the news mentioned it?"

"It seems like they only won two games." Aunt Wang couldn't remember clearly, "Japan and South Korea seemed to have won one game and tied one, and I don't know the rest."

"Tch! It's useless! I didn't even win the Asian Youth Championship!"

Lao Wang was obviously dissatisfied when he heard that he had not won all four matches.

The whip in his hand twitched.

"Snapped!

"

The spinning top was blown away directly.

The youth team qualified in the group stage of the Asian Youth Championship. This news did not cause much trouble in the domestic football world.

This result is the bottom line for fans not to criticize.

So after getting the news, everyone didn't have much reaction.

What's more, Zeng Zheng, who is known as a magical coach, leads the team, and the fans' expectations are high!

However, Zeng Zheng did not give up this promotion.

All four turfs at his youth training base have been spread out.

As coaches, teachers, students, etc. are gradually equipped, "cram schools" that could only be used as winter camps, summer camps or "make-up lessons" during extracurricular time at the beginning have begun to gradually transform into football schools.

...

After three days of rest, the Chinese Youth Team faced Kazakhstan, second in Group A, in the semifinals.

Kazakhstan has nothing to ask for if it can qualify from the group stage.

The momentum dropped as soon as the show started.

In the 9th minute of the game, Shen Han used his speed to eat the Kazakhstan defender alive on the wing.

Where are the Kazakh defenders willing to give in?

He ran forward and kicked Shen Han to the ground with a scissor kick.

Shen Han, who rolled several meters away, hugged his legs and gritted his teeth for a long time.

After the team doctors ran up to him, he stood up with the help of his teammates.

Within a few minutes, Li Yan also tripped and fell.

Seeing how hard the Kazakh team was playing, several frontcourt players no longer dared to break through, for fear of being injured and delaying the final.

After missing the ball that should be rushed several times in a row, Zeng Zheng also saw the clues.

"What are you doing?"

"Afraid of him?"

"If it's time to break out, let's break out!"

"The old blind ** sent back a message?"

"Is this how I usually teach you?"

"Fuck me when it's time to do it!"

After Zeng Zheng returned to the coaching bench and sat down, Chen Jingang also walked to the sidelines and shouted loudly.

"You haven't had enough to eat yet?"

"If you should run, let me run!"

"Li Yan, what kind of return pass was that? Didn't you see there was such a big gap?"

"Li Yi, you don't know how to dribble the ball?"

"Chen Han, how many times has it been? You can count it yourself!"

Even though Chen Jingang cursed angrily, the effect was still minimal.

"Coach Zeng, these brats are disobedient!"

Returning to his seat, Chen Jingang looked angry.

"I'm still waiting for the finals!"

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"How can we play in the finals?"

"Damn it, it's not even the finals yet!"

Zeng Zheng sighed.

After 5 years of professionalism, these players who are younger than Jianlibao have grown up in the wind of professionalism.

But in Zeng Zheng's eyes, these people seemed to be no different from the previous professional teams.

Most of the people on the team had been on the track and field team for a while, but found out they were fast runners, so they were transferred to the football team.

While enjoying the obvious advantages brought by fast speed, he does not train as hard as others. The most important thing is that he sometimes does not dare to exert force on the court.

To put it bluntly, this is called "lack of professional attitude"!

They want to eat this food in the future, but no one teaches them how to eat it.

Zeng Zheng didn't say anything after that. He just sat on the coach's bench and looked at the players silently.

For this Asian Youth Championship, Zeng Zheng customized two sets of tactics for the team.

One set is an offensive tactic when facing a weak team, and the other is a counter-attack tactic when facing slightly stronger Japan and South Korea.

Based on the strength shown by Kazakhstan in Group A, it is far less powerful than its two opponents, Japan and South Korea.

So before the start of this game, Zeng Zheng completely relaxed the speed limit.

As long as whoever can create a gap between the two wingers can dribble the ball and make a sudden move.

It doesn't matter whether you cut in or cross from underneath, it doesn't matter.

As long as you can create shooting opportunities!

And among the players in this team who play in the frontcourt, even if they are substitutes, their 100-meter sprint speed can reach around 11.4 seconds.

Zeng Zheng changed it at will, and it turned out to be a fast horse.

No matter how fast a team like this doesn't highlight, he, the coach, should slap himself in the face.

But for such a team that is good at breakthroughs, until the 70th minute of the second half, the score between the two sides was still tied at 0-0.

Xiaotian and Saudi Arabia, who had played earlier, were already tied at 3-2, with both sides scoring 5 goals in total!

This is not a competition between the adult teams. Both sides played more steadily and could indeed hold on to the score.

The youth team is still 0-0 up to this point, which can only mean one thing - the offense of both teams is rubbish!

But is the Chinese Youth Team really incapable of attacking?

In the group stage, they could also play South Korea 4-1 and Qatar 4-0.

It’s not like the team was plagued by injuries like in the early days.

For a team like this to play Kazakhstan for more than 70 minutes without scoring a goal, it is definitely their own problem.

"It's not about scarcity, but about inequality!"

Looking at the timid players on the field, Zeng Zheng sighed.

When the group failed to qualify, everyone played desperately.

Now that the group has qualified, everyone is starting to think about themselves.

Two players were replaced one after another, but the situation still did not open up.

At this moment, even Zhao Junhua came to Zeng Zheng and asked in a low voice: "Coach Zeng, are we going to prepare for overtime or even a penalty shootout?"

"Neither Xiaori nor Saudi Arabia played overtime. If we can't play, we won't play."

Although Zeng Zheng said this, he still held the last substitution card in his hand.

"The Chinese Youth Team needs heroes!" Li Huiye sighed, "If this were in Jianlibao, Zhang Ran would have been there long ago!"

In Jianlibao, while each team member performs their duties, they also have their own characteristics.

Zhang Xiaorui is a star player who is good at winning overwhelming games;

Li Tie is the Dinghai Shenzhen type, and no matter how disadvantageous the situation is, his morale will not be reduced;

Zhang Ran, the vice-captain of the Bayi Team, is the kind of "hero" Li Hui calls.

Just go on it when it's time to go, it doesn't include a lake at all!

Just when the coaching bench was at a loss for this goal, a young player in red robe suddenly flashed in front of everyone.

He fell to the ground and hooked the ball before it rolled out of the baseline, and hooked the ball back into the court.

"Hoho? Okay, this kid is going up!"

The eyes of several people on the coaching bench lit up, and they all cast approving glances at this save.

The Kazakh players never expected that the ball could be saved.

By the time they sent out their players to grab the ball, the young man in red robe was already lying on the ball and came to the side line of the opponent's penalty area.

Facing the defender of the Harbin team, the young man in red robe swung his right foot and cut inside.

The next moment, push the outer instep of your right foot toward the baseline, and then accelerate on the spot.

The defender of the Kazakh team did not falter.

The moment the young man in red robe accelerated, he quickly jumped up to catch up.

One of the two is inside the penalty area and the other is outside the penalty area.

Side by side, tearing and pulling each other's Qiu Yi, chasing the ball.

After all, the young man in red robe was slightly better.

He turned his right foot in advance, retrieved the ball from the baseline, and slowly rolled it into the penalty area.

The defender who was left behind by the young man in red robe saw this and subconsciously stretched out his foot to tackle the ball, trying to break the ball out of the baseline.

But the young man in red robe was still one step faster and kicked the ball away in advance. At the same time, he also received a kick on his ankle.

"Quickly pass the ball, pass the ball!"

At this time, the coaching bench of the Chinese Youth Team was already shouting loudly.

Even though the young man in red robe could not even stand firmly at this moment, everyone was looking forward to his kick.

Finally, in the expectant eyes of everyone.

The young man in red robe used his last strength to sweep the ball towards the Harbin team's goal before falling to the ground.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Li Yi, who was inserted in the middle, followed up with a kick and drove the ball directly into the net in front of the Harbin goalkeeper.

After scoring the goal, Li Yi was so excited that he quickly ran to the sidelines and made faces closest to the camera.

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"Great!"

"Goal scored!"

"Coach Zeng, we scored a goal!"

The goal that had been anticipated for more than 80 minutes finally appeared, and Chen Jingang and the other two assistant coaches cheered loudly.

Although Zeng Zheng had a smile on his face, he still shook his head, pointed at the young man in red robe who had not gotten up in the Harbin team's penalty area and said:

"Why hasn't he gotten up yet? Hurry up and see if that boy Zheng Zhi is okay."

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