World Cup of Great Powers

"Come on, Ono-kun!"

"It's all up to you!"

"You must come in!"

At this moment, Shinji Ono was like the man who inherited the will of fire.

Japan Youth Team players, fans, substitutes, coaches, team leaders, commentators, guests...

Even Troussier, who had been indifferent for a long time, stood up from his chair and stared at Shinji Ono's kick that condensed the hope of the whole team.

Qingyun Rongchun stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed.

The warm wind of the subtropical climate blew over Qingyun Rongchun's old face, but it could not erase the deep wrinkles.

"Although this goal cannot help the Nissei team equalize the score."

"But wherever there are leaves falling, there is a fire burning..."

"Let me in!

"Ono Shinji roared wildly.

The ball was blasted away with a strong whirlwind, roaring towards the gate of the Chinese Youth Team.

"Fuck you gb!

"

There was a soft hum in front of the China Youth Team's door.

"Peng!"

"puff!"

A black figure rushed towards the ball.

The hurricane that had just swept through the penalty area of ​​the Chinese Youth Team disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Where's the ball? Where's the ball???"

The Niqing players on the field were stunned for a moment.

The ball seemed to be kicked into a wormhole and disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.

"Where's the ball? Where's my goal?!" Shinji Ono also looked confused.

When the dust and smoke cleared, Liu Yunfei, who was flying like a fish, rolled around on the ground, and then took out a black and white football from his arms.

It was the one Shinji Ono had just ejaculated.

"Pooh!"

Liu Yunfei puffed up his cheeks and spit out a tasteless chewing gum.

"Nani? (What?)"

"Masaka? (Could it be?)"

"Ali Nayi! (Impossible!)"

Seeing the ball in Liu Yunfei's arms, the Riqing team felt that the sky was falling.

"really..."

"As expected, it still doesn't work?"

Ono Shinji fell to his knees and beat the ground with his hands feebly.

Other Nisei players also held their heads in their hands, their faces full of disbelief.

"Ah! Ono's amazing kick was blocked by the Chinese goalkeeper?" Eimi Mikami covered her mouth, also looking shocked.

"But he is so handsome!"

On the sidelines of the Japanese youth team, Troussier sighed and returned to his seat.

Qingyun Rongchun, on the other hand, felt dizzy and almost fell over if the assistant teacher hadn't supported him.

"Male dei Siga? Actually, he was caught???" Kato Xiao reacted and shouted in surprise.

"how so?"

"That was obviously a kick shot by Ono with all his strength."

"How could it be, how could it be..."

Liu Yunfei's attack shattered the determination of many Little Days fans to win, and also captured the hearts of many Little Days female fans.

The Chinese youth goalkeeper stood up with the ball between his legs and shook his Asian head cleanly.

Looking at his resolute face and skin color comparable to dark ancient skin.

Mikami Eimi felt her heart pounding when she saw it.

"grass!"

"Pretend to be stupid!"

"The discussion is in vain!"

The sudden thunder in his ears almost scared Liu Yunfei away from the ball.

"Uh... Boss Zeng, I was wrong."

Liu Yunfei muttered to himself, hurriedly threw the ball into the air, and swept the ball away with a whip kick.

“Whoosh!

"

The ball was kicked away by Liu Yunfei, and it landed on the arch of the raised foot like a guided missile.

"Brother Yi, here!"

After deliberation, they turned around and saw Zhao Junzhe who had just ran into the middle circle.

"Fuck, I will give it to you if you call me?"

When he looked up, there was no supporting teammate in the frontcourt.

In desperation, he had no choice but to kick the ball horizontally and send it to the center.

"Xiao Zhao, hold the ball first... Damn it? What are you doing?"

Consultation's eyes widened.

Zhao Jun rushed forward from the center circle and met the ball with a kick.

The ball instantly jumped into the air and flew towards the goal of the Nissei team.

"What are you..."

Toshiori Hajime, who took a kick, stayed in place like a statue until the ball passed the fingertips of Tatsuya Enomoto, who was constantly retreating, and penetrated into the Nisei team's net.

"Boss Zeng asked me to hit him!"

Seeing the ball fly into the net, Zhaojun shrugged his shoulders and then ran to the sidelines happily.

"Well, since it was Boss Zeng who asked you to hit the ball, then Boss Zeng asked you to score this goal!"

Xiang Yang curled his lips, showing no interest in Zhao Junzhe's ultra-long-distance lob.

Just because you don't have a cold during the discussion doesn't mean that others don't respond.

The moment they saw the ball hit the net, Li Hui and Zhao Junhua hugged each other again.

The remaining Chen Jingang had no choice but to put one arm around Zeng Zheng's neck and shout excitedly.

"Coach Zeng, you are really amazing!"

"Your sight is so good, you can see it all at once from such a distance!"

"I didn't even react!"

"Whoosh, Xiao Zhao kicked the ball in with one kick!"

"Hahahaha, Coach Zeng, you are really adding insult to injury. You don't even have any face left for me!"

Overriding the discussion of assisting him, Zhao Jun jumped up and down to Zeng Zheng after scoring the goal.

"Boss Zeng, Boss Zeng, I'm in, I'm in!"

"Well, I saw it." Zeng Zheng nodded and said.

"Boss Zeng, if you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have seen the goalkeeper standing so high back in those days..."

"No need to thank me, your credit is your credit and has nothing to do with me." Zeng Zheng shook his head.

"Then I have to thank Mr. Zeng. If you hadn't let me take so many free kicks, how could I have such hot feet?"

Looking at Zeng Zheng with a calm expression on his face, Zhao Junzhe couldn't help but envy the discussion.

Brother Yi is so lucky to be able to play under such a good coach as Mr. Zeng after the Spring Festival.

How great it would be if I were a soldier under Chief Zeng!

You are looking at the scenery on the bridge, but you don't know that the people watching the scenery are looking at you.

In just a few dozen seconds, all the female fans' eyes turned from Liu Yunfei to Zhao Junzhe.

"Wow! This one is whiter and more handsome!"

"Yes, looking at his face, he looks like a high-ranking official. Maybe his ancestor was an official!"

"Who is this Chinese player? What is his name? Can Ono compare to him?"

“This is the Star of Asia!”

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The camera focused on Zhao Junzhe's beaming smile, and he was instantly fascinated again.

"Okay, okay, the game isn't over yet, go back to the court quickly." Zeng Zheng waved his hand, looking impatient.

Zhaojun tilted his head, thinking about it.

Mr. Zeng is a man who has coached a team in the World Cup.

It’s normal for him to look down on the little goal scored in the Asian Youth Championship!

When the Chinese youth team members finished celebrating and returned to the court, they found that the young players on the opposite side were all like eggplants beaten by frost, with their heads hanging down.

"Is this the end?"

"With this little physical strength, how dare you play a full-court press?"

"What the hell!"

Facing an opponent who could no longer fight back, the young and middle-aged players pouted.

In the last three minutes of stoppage time, the Chinese Youth Team stopped attacking. They kept kicking in the backcourt to kill time.

The referee looked at the two teams that had no desire to attack and blew the whistle to end the game thirty seconds early.

“Beep, beep!

"

The eager Chinese youth players immediately kicked the ball away, opened their arms one by one, and ran to the sidelines.

"Champions, hahaha~~~ We are the champions!

"

“Coach Zeng, Coach Chen, Coach Li, and Coach Zhao, we are the champions of the Asian Youth Championship!

"

Although it is a "small" Asian Youth Championship, it is extremely important in the hearts of these young players because it is the first truly national championship trophy in their lives.

For the Chinese and youth players present, this championship trophy may be their starting point, or it may be the end point for some people.

But at this moment, they share the glory, and there is no difference between them!

After celebrating with the staff and coaches, the players walked across the plastic track and came to the bottom of the stands to interact with the fans.

"Li Yi, please sign your name for me, your Marseille slalom is absolutely amazing!"

"Zhao Junzhe, well done, you are indeed the pride of our Liaoning Football Team!"

"The discussion was great! We didn't lose the face of our Jianlibao!"

"Liu Yunfei, Liu Yunfei, ah! Liu Yunfei, I love you, I love you!

"

The fans stretched out their hands and shouted the names of their favorite players.

Perhaps before the Asian Youth Championship, fans didn’t know any of these young guys.

But after this final, many middle-aged and young players have become the new idols of fans and role models for their children.

The China Youth Team was as excited as fire, but the Japan Youth Team was as cold as frost.

Including Shinji Ono, countless Nissei players cried bitterly.

Qingyun Rongjun led a group of substitutes and assistants to comfort him.

In the end, even these substitute players started sobbing along with the main team.

"Let them cry."

Qingyun Rongchun sighed.

"It's okay to cry."

"They are still young."

"It's better to cry now than later!"

When the teaching assistants heard this, they all remained silent and bowed their heads in silence.

Amid the convulsions, Qingyun Rongchun sighed: "Our football road still has a long way to go!"

In front of the players' tunnel, in front of all the cameras and spotlights, Zeng Zheng and Troussier held hands together again.

"Congratulations, Zeng."

"Mr. Omar, thank you for your congratulations."

Troussier, who was smart this time, did not use any force, but stared at Zeng Zheng's sunglasses for a long time.

"Mr. Omar, are there any flowers on my nose?"

"No, Zeng." Troussier shook his head, "I just don't understand."

"What don't you understand?"

"Why did you score the last goal?" Troussier expressed his doubts, "You could have not scored the last goal."

After Liu Yunfei flew up to block Shinji Ono's powerful shot, the game could be said to be completely over.

But Zeng Zheng immediately ordered Liu Yun to kick the ball quickly, and also reminded Zhao Jun to change the position of the opponent's goalkeeper.

None of this is what a leading party should do.

You are leading 3-1 by two goals, can't you end the game like a gentleman?

Why rub salt into your opponent's wounds at the end?

Facing Troussier's question, Zeng Zheng's smile froze on his face.

This was the first time he was questioned by an opponent.

He knew that not only Troussier would ask, but also reporters from those young days at the post-game press conference.

But he couldn't tell the truth.

"It's nothing, I just like to hit my opponents! I enjoy the pleasure!" Zeng Zheng shrugged.

"Zeng, I really can't see that you are still like this!"

Troussier shook his head and released his hand.

Perhaps at this moment, he felt that he had misjudged Zeng Zheng.

Looking at the Frenchman's leaving figure, Zeng Zheng's eyes under his sunglasses were filled with bitterness.

Are you really a cruel coach who likes to torture his opponents?

But if we don't do this, how can we stop the development of small-time football that is already on the right track?

Zeng Zheng sighed and looked at the stands filled with cheers.

"Uncle Xu, Uncle Xu, this is all I can do now!"

"You have to speed up!"

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