World Cup of Great Powers

After negotiating with Ou Chuliang, the game came to an end.

Although neither side scored a goal, in comparison, the national team, which is composed entirely of the younger generation, competed with South Korea with ease, which can be regarded as one of the few bright spots.

You know, 13 of South Korea's 20 players are of Olympic age and 7 are over-age players.

Among the over-age players, 4 are club professional players and 3 are military players.

Except for Ou Chuliang and Wu Chengying, all the Chinese team members are of Olympic age.

This alone made Xu Dingmao's face turn into a chrysanthemum of worry.

You know, according to the current international public opinion in Asia.

Without considering the Chinese team's "lucky" World Cup, the national football team and South Korea's Olympic team are about the same strength.

Today's game also allowed fans to see the dawn of defeating the Korean fear.

In the end, the two teams tied 0-0.

According to the rules of the game, the two teams drew 1-1 in the first round in South Korea.

Therefore, the Chinese team won the championship of this China-South Korea competition by virtue of their away goal difference advantage.

...

December 2, Suratthani Stadium, Bangkok, Thailand.

The Chinese team’s first opponent in the group stage is Cambodia.

There is no professional league or professional players in Cambodia, so it is recognized as the weakest opponent.

Even though it is already December, the local temperature is as high as 40 degrees.

Zeng Zheng was sitting in the awning wearing a vest and underpants, holding a large cattail leaf fan bought locally in his hand.

"It's so fucking hot!"

"Coach Zeng, your outfit is not afraid of affecting your international image..." Ou Chuliang smiled bitterly at the side.

"Brother Ou, let me tell you something." Zeng Zheng lay beside Ou Chuliang and whispered, "Even if Li Jian is injured in this game, I will not replace you."

Ou Chuliang's eyes lit up and he nodded in understanding.

During halftime, Ou Chuliang took off the vest, protective gear, and even socks under the jersey, leaving only a pair of briefs.

Even so, the goalkeeper's long trousers quickly made him soaked with sweat.

Because the weather was so hot, we scored another 7 goals in the first half.

After the start of the second half, the players' will became extremely lax and they had no energy on the court.

But that's how football matches are, and the strength and weakness will also change with the changes in the thinking of the two teams.

As soon as these young international players relaxed, Cambodia immediately seized the opportunity. The No. 10 forward broke through and scored a goal.

Seeing Cambodia scoring a goal, Zeng Zheng was so angry that he jumped up from his chair.

"grass!"

"Are you guys freeloaders?"

"Li Jian, where is your MB? Wouldn't it be over if we attacked earlier?"

"Zheng Zhi, why did I mention the National Olympics to you out of the ordinary? Is this how you behave? Don't get fucked up!"

"Li Tie, you're a loser! Why don't you blow dry your hair? I'll go back and get a clipper and shave it all off for you!"

"Fuck! There are 11 people on the field, each of them will write a review of 10,000 words, and they are not allowed to sleep until they finish writing!"

"If we lose the ball again, no one will be allowed to play in the next game! I keep my word!"

Zeng Zheng's curse was heard by everyone in the stadium with the blessing of system props.

Although the Cambodian side couldn't understand what Zeng Zheng was cursing, seeing how excited Zeng Zheng was, he guessed that it had something to do with the goal he just scored.

Our opponent's unhappiness is our happiness.

You can't win the ball anyway, but it can stimulate the opponent, which is great.

As a result, the Cambodian coach mobilized his troops and sent all players with offensive capabilities onto the field.

Defense?

Just be careful!

Score a goal quickly!

As long as you can score one more goal and see the angry look on the opposite coach's face, you'll be rewarded!

After being scolded by Zeng Zhengyi, the players on the court instantly became cautious.

Even if you don't score a goal, you don't dare to concede another goal.

The final score of 7-1 was maintained until the end, and the Chinese team got the first 3 points in the group of this Asian Games.

Although they won by a big score, there was no smiling face from top to bottom of the team.

"Li Datou, I've suffered a lot from you!"

Li Tie covered his head and almost cried.

Zeng Zheng said that he would shave his head, but from 1993 to now, he has not had a haircut for more than five years.

Li Weifeng also had a bitter look on his face, and there were shoe marks on his buttocks from being kicked by Li Jian.

The team members lowered their heads and followed Zeng Zheng without saying a word, which was in sharp contrast to the Cambodian team members who were laughing next door.

In the players tunnel, Zeng Zheng, who was sulking, met Wang Junsheng.

"Leader, I..."

"You have the nerve to say that?" Wang Junsheng finally caught the opportunity and slapped Zeng Zheng hard on the face, "How did you play in the second half? You couldn't even beat Cambodia?! How can I explain it to the superiors?"

"Is this how you lead the team?"

"The hotter the place, the more strict you must be on self-discipline, the more you must grit your teeth and persevere, and never relax!"

"When you get back, write a summary report and hand it to me before going to bed at night."

"well!"

"You kicked out such a result, and now I don't know how to explain it to the leader."

After Wang Junsheng left, Zeng Zheng turned around and saw the team members with silent expressions on their faces.

When he saw Zeng Zheng's eyes focused on his face, Li Tie suddenly took out the scissors and gave his hair a severe cut.

"Boss Zeng, I was wrong, I will never brag again!"

At the press conference, Zeng Zheng was speechless when asked.

"Coach Zeng, what do you have to say about the loss in this game?"

"Coach Zeng, he can't even compete with Cambodia. Do we really have the ability to win medals?"

"Coach Zeng, why are you willing to lose to Cambodia?"

Faced with these reporters who were making trouble, Zeng Zheng didn't even bother to explain.

Anyway, in everyone's eyes, conceding a goal means losing!

And just in terms of the results in the second half, they lost to the opponent 0-1.

Zeng Zheng was unable to argue.

"What else can you say?"

Zeng Zheng is also a bachelor, "The loss to Cambodia is my responsibility. I will write a review together with the team members!"

...

After returning to his residence, Zeng Zheng lay down directly on the massage table, as if he was the one playing on the field for 90 minutes in a temperature of more than 40 degrees.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The team members also remained silent and returned to their respective rooms to write a summary of the game.

After closing his eyes and squinting for a while, Zeng Zheng heard the sound of footsteps.

Without even opening his eyes, Zeng Zheng snorted softly, "What? Have you finished writing the summary?"

"Coach Zeng, what happened today? Why did you lose to Cambodia?"

“Giggle, giggle~~~”

Hearing this string of silver bell-like laughter, Zeng Zheng jumped up from the massage bed.

"Ah...Sister Liu, it's you!"

"Wait a minute, I'll make room for you."

Zeng Zheng quickly got up from the bed, not forgetting to pick up his coat and wipe the surface of the massage table.

In this Asian Games, the accommodation conditions are not good, and the men's and women's football teams are arranged on the same floor.

The only massage table is shared by all players.

The men's football team performed poorly today, and no one said anything when Zeng Zheng dominated it.

But in front of the women's football team, Zeng Zheng couldn't even compete in the queue.

"It's okay, it's okay. Coach Zeng, you lie down on your bed and I'll come back when you feel comfortable." Liu Ailing waved her hands and sat down on the small bench beside her.

Don't look at the men's football team's historic run into the finals of the last Asian Games and a silver medal.

But the women’s football team has won the Asian Games championship for two consecutive years.

Not only that, in the 1996 Olympics, this women's football team was the runner-up!

In this Asian Games, men's and women's football teams will be played separately.

One day for men's football and one day for women's football.

Tomorrow the women's football team will take the field. Zeng Zheng put on a smile and said, "Sister Liu, if this is where you are, why am I, a coach, going to press it? Come on, come on, come on!"

With that said, Zeng Zheng grabbed his coat and squeezed out the door.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I bumped into someone.

"Oh!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Zeng Zheng grabbed the other person's arm.

"Coach Zeng, I'm sorry, I didn't see you." Sun Wen apologized quickly.

"Why are you apologizing to me? It's because I just went out and didn't see you." Zeng Zheng shook his head, and then asked curiously: "What? Are you training so intensely today?"

Sun Wen pursed his lips and shook his head.

Zeng Zheng took a closer look and saw tears welling up in Sun Wen's eyes.

In addition, Sun Wen ran so fast just now, it must not be to grab the massage table, but something happened.

"Sun Wen, what happened?"

"Coach Zeng, have you seen Coach Ma?"

Coach Ma is Ma Yuanan, he is responsible for leading the women's football team this time.

"Didn't you see it? Isn't he with you?"

"No, Coach Ma separated from us after we trained." Sun Wen said while wiping his tears, "I still can't find him."

"It's okay. If you need anything, tell me. Lao Ma is not here, I will support you!" Zeng Zheng puffed up his chest.

In terms of age, he is even younger than Liu Ailing.

But in terms of status, he is one of the guardians of football.

"Coach Zeng, Sister Fan has a high fever, but she refuses to take medicine."

"What the hell? What's going on?"

"I don't know, Coach Zeng, please go and persuade her!"

When Zeng Zheng heard this, he didn't care about anything else. He and Liu Ailing followed Sun Wen and ran towards the women's dormitory.

Along the way, after hearing Liu Ailing's explanation, Zeng Zheng learned about the situation in the women's football team.

The temperature in China is already very low in December.

Leng Buding came to Thailand, a place with high temperatures and high humidity. Coupled with the acclimatization and unaccustomed eating habits, seven people developed diarrhea, fever and cold symptoms in the past few days.

Before the court even started, there were five people in the hospital getting injections.

Now that Fan Yunjie has a high fever and is still stiff, how can a few people not be worried?

"Hey, you told me about this earlier!"

Zeng Zheng also blamed himself a little.

Other athletes can't control it.

But the women's football team is on the same floor as him, and he didn't even know that such a big thing happened. As a coach, he was too derelict in his duty.

At the door of Fan Yunjie's dormitory, many team members were already surrounding him.

Sun Wen shouted: "Coach Zeng is here, everyone give way."

Seeing Zeng Zheng behind Sun Wen, the team members seemed to have found their backbone.

"Coach Zeng, Sister Fan has such a bad temper, please try to persuade her!"

"If it doesn't work, just give the order and we'll carry her to the hospital by force."

"It's okay to be this strong all the time!"

Zeng Zheng nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

After entering the house, Fan Yunjie was lying on the bed, his heavy breathing filling the whole room.

"Xiao Fan, what's going on? When you're sick, you should get injections and take medicine. How can you do it if you're so stiff?"

With that said, Zeng Zheng took out a small bottle of system products from his arms.

After pouring out a capsule, he unscrewed the mineral water bottle on the table.

"Come, help her up."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wen immediately lifted Fan Yunjie up from behind.

However, even after the medicine reached his mouth, Fan Yunjie refused to open his mouth.

"Xiao Fan, what's going on? If you have any difficulties, tell me. Even though I'm young, I still have the final say."

After hearing what Zeng Zheng said, Fan Yunjie spoke.

"Coach Zeng, you, have you forgotten what the leader said before?"

"Speak? What do you say?"

During the plenary mobilization meeting, Zeng Zheng was fast asleep and did not even listen to what the people above him said.

"Xing, it's a stimulant!" Fan Yunjie explained.

Hearing these three words, Zeng Zheng suddenly understood.

He did see a lot of reports a few days ago that this Asian Games will strictly crack down on doping.

So the reason why Fan Yunjie didn't take medicine was because he was waiting.

Wait for the leader to speak and tell you which medicines can be taken and which injections can be given.

grass!

By the time he and the others came over to speak, the day lily was already damn cold!

Seeing Fan Yunjie's painful expression while considering the overall situation, Zeng Zheng's tears also flowed from his heart.

Such a player is respectable!

"Don't worry, my fever-reducing medicine is very effective. You can take it as you like. It doesn't contain any stimulants."

"Everyone is watching today. If anything happens, I, Zeng Zheng, will be responsible for it!"

"Sun Wen, open her mouth!"

After saying that, Zeng Zheng winked at Sun Wen.

Seeing that Zeng Zheng wanted to "come by force", Fan Yunjie nodded.

"Coach Zeng, thank you, thank you for your kindness."

"I trust your medicine, I will take it."

Seeing Fan Yunjie swallowing the system product in one gulp, Zeng Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up and asked Sun Wen: "Xiao Wen, are all the other sick people in the hospital injecting bottles?"

"No, they all came back after the fight."

"Okay, then take me there quickly." As he said that, Zeng Zheng shook the medicine bottle in his hand, "Do you think the reason why the men's football team doesn't get sick is because they are in good physical condition? Isn't it because of my miracle doctor?!"