World Cup of Great Powers

"Zeng Zheng, Zeng Zheng!"

Ma Yuanan and Wang Junsheng were not there yet, but the voice came first.

"Have you given medicine to the women's football team?"

Wang Junsheng glared at Zeng Zheng angrily.

"Ah, I ate it."

"What brand? Show it to me!"

Zeng Zheng casually threw away the antipyretic medicine that had been replaced by a well-known domestic manufacturer.

"this one."

"this one?"

"Who else could it be?" Zeng Zheng rolled his eyes, "If this can detect doping, then we might as well not play in the Asian Games. Let's go back to China and report! We will definitely get a lot of bonuses!"

Wang and Ma looked at each other, it was really hard to talk about this matter.

The few people in front of Fan Yunjie who had diarrhea, diarrhea, colds and fevers were sent to the hospital and took normal medicines under the medical certificate issued by the local doctor.

But this time Zeng Zheng made the decision without authorization.

However, considering Zeng Zheng's status, the coach seems to have this power.

You can't just watch your team members have a high fever, right?

If you hold on forcefully, it will burn your brain!

This has happened many times in the history of Chinese sports.

"If this medicine expires, let's see what I do to you!"

Wang Junsheng cursed lowly and found a way for both parties to get off.

As long as I pass the urine test tomorrow, the matter will be over.

"Don't worry, the urine test will definitely pass!" Zeng Zheng was full of confidence.

"Why?" Wang Junsheng asked curiously.

"Because the men's football team had eaten it long before we came here!" Zeng Zheng blinked, "The men's football team's urine test was fine today, so there must be nothing wrong with the women's football team!"

"You!!!" Hearing this, Wang Junsheng almost lost his breath and fainted.

After being supported by Ma Yuanan, Wang Junsheng swore in his heart.

After returning from the Asian Games this time, we must hold a conference to teach these national coaches a thorough lesson.

Tell them what they can and cannot do.

...

After a busy night, Wang Jun and several coaches breathed a sigh of relief when they looked at the sleeping women's football girls.

"Team leader, Sister Fan and the others have gone down from their fever."

Liu Ailing handed the thermometer to Wang Junsheng's hand.

Under the incandescent lamp, Wang Junsheng squinted and looked at the mercury scale on the thermometer.

Zeng Zheng was holding his shoulders.

Minor ailments such as cold, fever, diarrhea, etc. can be cured the next night after the system is released, without delaying the next day's competition at all.

Now it depends on whether Ma Yuanan dares to employ people.

But it's still the group stage, and the opponents are very weak.

With the strength of the women's football team, they can win even with all the substitutes on the bench.

"Okay, let's have a good rest tonight."

Wang Junsheng nodded, and then said with concern, "Look after each other tonight so that we don't catch a cold or something."

joke.

Is it possible to catch a cold in this damn weather in Thailand?

But it was the team leader's concern after all, so the women's football team nodded and sent the male coaches out of the women's dormitory.

In the corridor, Sun Wen grabbed Zeng Zheng, who was dragging him at the end.

"Xiaowen, is there anything else?"

"Thank you, Coach Zeng, if it weren't for you..."

"Hey! Don't mention this! I am your coach, this is what I should do!"

Sun Wen nodded and bowed to Zeng Zheng again.

When she raised her head, the sassiness from the previous competitions appeared on her face again.

"Coach Zeng, do you have any good tactics?"

"Don't just think about the men's football team, give our women's football team some advice too!"

Seeing Sun Wen's playful appearance, Zeng Zheng was sweating profusely.

"Xiao Wen, do you need help from others when your women's football team plays in the Asian Games?"

"You can win the championship without a coach!"

"It's not like these guys in the men's football team who don't live up to their expectations. I let Cambodia score a goal as soon as I slipped away."

"I'm not sure how the media will suppress me after I return to China."

"I estimate that this will definitely become the biggest stain in my coaching history!"

Seeing Zeng Zheng's expression of bitterness and hatred, Sun Wen burst into laughter.

He hit Zeng Zheng's chest with his elbow and deliberately said in an incriminating tone: "Coach Zeng, just brag. Who doesn't know that you look down on our women's football team?"

"Ah? Where did you say this?" Zeng Zheng quickly raised his hands in surrender.

If this hat is taken off, Zeng Zheng will never be able to stand up again for the rest of his life.

"Last year we went to Australia for training and you didn't come even if we asked you to come. Aren't you looking down on our women's football team?"

"Ah? You still know about this?!" Zeng Zheng looked embarrassed.

After last year's top ten games, Zeng Zheng rejected Zhu Xie's arrangements three times, including the position of assistant coach for the women's football team.

But this matter was a one-way communication between Zeng Zheng and Wang Junsheng, and no one knew about it, let alone reported it.

Now it seems that Wang Junsheng must have leaked the news in advance.

In the end, Zeng Zheng didn't even give him any face.

"Yeah, at that time there was word in our team that a young and capable coach would come to lead our team."

"The results of it?"

"Humph! Look at these coaches in Zhu Xie, which one is worthy of the word 'young'?"

Zeng Zheng was sweating profusely after hearing this.

I wish I could be ten or twenty years older immediately.

"Ouch, Xiaowen, you said this wrong."

"I am young, yes, but I have no experience!"

"Think about it."

"Bamboo Shoes relies on your women's football team to earn results and support your face. Who dares to delay your results?"

"Even if I have my heart set on it, I'm not qualified enough!"

However, Sun Wen had no intention of sparing Zeng Zheng.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "If the champion of the Toulon Cup and the Asian Youth Championship is not qualified, then isn't the top 16 of the World Cup not qualified?"

"Uh..." Zeng Zheng was speechless when asked.

Seeing Sun Wen being so "aggressive", Zeng Zheng had no choice but to say: "Let's do this."

"If you can win the Asian Games championship this time, I will consider becoming your assistant coach."

Upon hearing Zeng Zheng's promise, Sun Wen directly extended his little finger without saying a word.

"A gentleman's word!"

"Well..."

Seeing how smoothly the other party's little finger stretched out, Zeng Zheng suddenly felt that he had been deceived.

Sun Wen raised his eyebrows and said, "Coach Zeng, are you trying to go back on your promise?"

Zeng Zheng had no choice but to reach forward with his little finger and hook him.

"Hurry up and whip your horse!"

"Gee, then don't disturb Coach Zeng's rest!"

Seeing Sun Wen's leaving figure, Zeng Zheng's brain raced very fast.

Could this be another trap set by Xu and Wang?

Seeing Sun Wen return to the dormitory humming a song, Liu Ailing and several other women's football girls immediately stepped forward and asked: "How is it, Xiaowen, is it done?"

Sun Wen proudly made an "OK" gesture.

In an instant, the women's dormitory exploded.

"Oh yeah!"

"Okay!"

"With coach Xiao Zeng leading the team, we will be safe for next year's World Cup!"

The next second, everyone bent down again and put their index fingers to their mouths.

"Shh~~~ Keep your voice down, don't wake up the patient."

...

In an event like the Asian Games, there are no strong opponents in the group.

The whole team is also very relaxed.

On December 4, at the Rajamangala National Stadium in Bangkok, they faced Lebanon, the second opponent in the group.

In the 45 minutes of the first half alone, the Chinese team shot 16 times, 11 of which hit the goal frame, and the number of goals scored was 4.

In the second half, the team changed sides and fought again. The international players once again fell into the cycle of tightening first and then loosening. They were suppressed by a round of artillery fire from Lebanon and could not hold their heads up.

In the 53rd minute, the Lebanese forward shot from a small angle and Li Jian made a save.

Lebanon's No. 20 hit a supplementary shot to get one point back.

Seeing Lebanon's goal, everyone subconsciously turned their attention to Zeng Zheng, who was sitting on the bench reading the newspaper.

After discovering that Zeng Zheng did not make any moves, the 11 players on the field breathed a sigh of relief and reorganized the game.

"Coach Zeng, are you not angry today?" Ou Chuliang asked with a smile.

"Angry? Are you mad at all?" Zeng Zheng put away the newspaper, crossed his legs and said calmly, "These guys didn't take me seriously last time when I got angry. Is there any use in getting angry this time?"

"So what Coach Zeng means is to spare them this time?"

"Spare? Spare him!" Zeng Zheng threw the newspaper, "Not a single punishment will be given!"

"TMD, you really think I'm easy to talk to, don't you?"

Seeing that Ou Chuliang was startled, Zeng Zheng curled his lips and said, "Sorry, Brother Ou, I'm used to scolding."

"Actually, the ball's path was pretty good, so Li Jian took it off..."

Seeing that Ou Chuliang wanted to excuse the players, Zeng Zheng waved his hand to stop him.

"Brother Ou, there's no need to speak for them. I know what's going on."

"These brats are just used to it!"

"If we don't let them have a long memory, they won't know what they will do when they grow up!"

"I have to make a rule when I go back tonight, a rule that will make them feel painful."

"If you keep playing like this, you won't even know how you will die in the knockout round!"

The game was ultimately settled at 5-1.

Compared with Cambodia, Lebanon still has certain strength.

Although the national players wanted to make up for it by scoring goals after conceding the goal, they failed to score again until the end of the game.

In the end, the Lebanese defender made a mistake in his own clearance and gave the Chinese team an own goal.

Otherwise, the score in the second half would have been "0 to 1" again.

At the press conference after the game, before reporters could tease Zeng Zheng with the words "lost to Lebanon", Zeng Zheng himself took the initiative to pick up the microphone.

"Ah, then, there's nothing to say."

"Our entire team is responsible for making the same mistake as last time."

"First of all, it's my head coach."

As he spoke, Zeng Zheng took out a clipper from his pocket.

In front of all the reporters, he turned on the switch and pushed it up from above his head.

When he was in Brazil, Zeng Zheng was the hairstylist for these players.

He was also very skilled at pushing up his head. In a few clicks, a big bald head appeared in front of everyone.

He took out a small mirror and took a look. After finding that there were no blind spots, Zeng Zheng shouted to the door of the press conference.

"Why are you still standing here? Why did you ask me to call your name?"

Everyone heard the news and went out, only to see a row of players standing outside the press conference door. They were the 11 players on the field when the ball was lost.

"Li Jian, come in!"

Li Jian came to Zeng Zheng with his head drooped.

In front of all the media and flashlights, he was shaved into a bald head in a matter of seconds.

Seeing Zeng Zheng like this, the reporters stopped talking, and the other team's head coach also stopped speaking.

Just looking at Zeng Zheng, he shaved all 11 team members into monks.

After shaving the last one, Zeng Zheng tied the big plastic bag filled with hair tightly and said loudly.

"Today is a 'loser'. The whole team will cut off their hair to apologize."

"Friends from the media and journalists present please supervise this."

"If you continue to play like this in the end, there will be a more severe punishment!"