World Cup of Great Powers

"What a shame, are you not allowing goals?"

"Stop talking nonsense, it's offside!"

"What's offside? Why didn't I see it? This obviously prevented us from scoring!"

"Come on, Team China, come on Team China!"

"It looks like it's going to be overtime."

"I didn't play very well today. It seems to have been affected."

"How can we play like this? The referees are always on the same side as the United States!"

...

Netizens cursed and cursed, but they were helpless.

Outside the camera, Ma Yuanan on the sidelines was also very anxious.

There were obviously several good opportunities throughout the game, and they all resulted in goals.

But it happened that because of one or another problem, either he didn't score in the end, or the goal was disallowed.

Such results are indeed discouraging.

But this is their home court after all.

All the tricks have been exhausted and all the trump cards have been revealed.

Now, it just depends on the willpower of the team members.

Fortunately, Liu Ailing, Sun Wen and others can still run and break out.

The Chinese women's football team, which has long been prepared in terms of physical reserves, will still be able to fight even if it plays overtime.

"That goal was such a shame!"

Ma Yuanan sighed, looked at the time, and left the sidelines.

He will start preparing for overtime and even the subsequent penalty shootout.

Sure enough, not long after, the referee blew the whistle to end the game in advance.

1 to 1!

There is no winner or loser during regular time.

"In overtime, you need to be more focused!"

Taking advantage of the minute or so that the players came to the sideline to replenish water, Ma Yuanan's mouth was like a machine gun, and he said a series of important words that he wanted to say.

"Be sure to do a good job of defense first."

"If you defend well, then look for offense."

"Sun Wen, can you still run?"

"After getting the ball in the backcourt, pass the ball to Sun Wen as much as possible, and let Sun Wen break out and play!"

"Others will take over and wait for Sun Wen to create an opportunity."

"Do you understand everything?"

"The best defense first..."

Without saying a few words, the players returned to the field again at the urging of the referee.

Looking at the backs of the players, Ma Yuanan came to Zeng Zheng for the first time since the start of the game.

"Xiao Zeng, do you think there is anything else you want to add?"

Replenish?

Add some yarn?

The players are all back on the court, what else can I add?

When you ask me this now, isn't it an afterthought?

"There is nothing to add." Zeng Zheng is still very understanding of people and the world, "Coach Ma, what you said is what I want to say."

"Hey, why does my right eyelid keep twitching?" Ma Yuanan finally spoke out what was in his heart.

"Are your eyelids twitching? Maybe it's because you didn't sleep last night, right?"

Zeng Zheng deliberately pretended not to understand, and then took out a bottle of eye drops produced by the system from his pocket.

"Coach Ma, my eye drops are specially designed to relieve eye fatigue!"

"Xiao Zeng, you...Hey, okay, maybe I'm overthinking it."

Ma Yuanan took the eye drops from Zeng Zheng and returned to the sidelines.

He knows it too.

Zeng Zheng is not stupid.

I just don’t want to continue talking to him on this topic.

At this juncture, as coaches, they can only look forward to the individual performance of the players.

Seeing Ma Yuanan leave, Zeng Zheng turned his attention to the screen again.

He is not the head coach, or even a member of the coaching staff, so he has no way of reminding and directing the players using Qianli Telephone.

In fact, from the very beginning he positioned himself as a "staff officer".

The men's football team needs him to help as a coach, but the women's football team really doesn't have this need.

Based on his understanding of the current women's football team, as long as the team has a mental foreknowledge of the finals, has physical reserves, and is prepared to play in the playoffs, it will not be a problem to beat the United States.

The women's football team can completely win the championship by relying on its own strength!

After taking a few photos of the scene and posting them online, Zeng Zheng became a bystander again.

"Gao Hong is too busy!"

"Gao Hong is so powerful!"

"Why are you on defense again!"

"Defense is fine, after all, it is a golden ball system."

...

"I feel like the attack is not resolute, I should hit from behind!"

"The predictions before the game are all nonsense, the girls need to regain their confidence!"

"Press up, press up, beat her face all over, charge, kill!"

"Why do I feel a little hung up..."

"If you ask me, this game should be watched for its 'spirit'!"

...

Soon, the first half of overtime passed.

In these 15 minutes, not only did the Chinese women's football team fail to score a shot, but even the opposing American women's football team failed to make a decent attack.

The coaches of both sides focus on defense and do not dare to let their opponents seize opportunities easily.

This golden goal overtime, which was originally used to motivate players from both sides to attack, has made the game more boring because of the rules.

As soon as the midfield whistle sounded, the players came to the sidelines to replenish water, and Ma Yuanan still repeated those few words.

Sun Wen's three steps turned into two and he ran to Zeng Zheng's side.

Due to official reasons, Ma Yuanan could not seek advice from Zeng Zheng in public.

But Sun Wen and other players don't care about this.

Now that the game is all about this, the players also need the coach to constantly use tactical goals to stabilize their minds.

"Brother Zeng, it's the second half of overtime. Do you want me to attack?"

Zeng Zheng glanced behind Sun Wen and saw that the team members had already surrounded Ma Yuanan.

In other words, Ma Yuanan himself deliberately hid behind the team members.

"Coach Ma doesn't allow you to attack?"

"No, Coach Ma hopes to use my personal abilities to seek a breakthrough, but I can't catch the ball by myself!"

Zeng Zheng nodded after hearing this. He instantly understood Ma Yuanan's basic tactics for overtime.

"You can't make waves by yourself."

Zeng Zheng collected his thoughts as quickly as possible and said immediately:

"In this way, you can find a teammate who can run and pass the ball to cooperate with you."

"If you can't catch the ball, you retreat to the midfield first and take the initiative!"

"Then I'll pass the ball against the wall with my teammates, and then I'll find a chance to break through."

In order to save time, Zeng Zheng also stood up and "slowly" sent Sun Wen to the sidelines.

"Remember, try to get the ball towards their penalty area as much as possible!"

"The closer the better, the closer the better!"

"Do you know what I mean?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At the end, Zeng Zheng used his hand hard and pushed Sun Wen back to the court.

Looking at Zeng Zheng's blinking eyes, Sun Wen's eyes lit up.

"Oh, Brother Zeng, put it on me!"

When the players returned to the court again, Zeng Zheng turned his head and saw Ma Yuanan looking at him.

"I just wish the team members good luck!" Zeng Zheng chuckled.

"I know, I know." Ma Yuanan nodded slightly.

It’s the last 15 minutes.

Fans are anxious, and so are netizens.

"Oh, it's so scary, I almost fell in our penalty area!"

"Zhang Ouying!!!"

"Oops! It was almost!"

"China team, score one! China team, score one!!"

"Hoo ho ho! I'm a little out of breath."

"Omi is still not convinced, they can't beat us at all!"

"Honghong, everything is up to you!"

"It's so tragic!"

...

After the second half of overtime began, players from both sides launched a wave of tentative attacks.

As a result, the forward of the American team almost fell down in the penalty area of ​​the Chinese team and the ball was intercepted;

The Chinese team's attack ended with Zhang Ouying's long-range shot that went too far.

After this attack, the two sides returned to the midfield attack and defense stage like the first half of overtime.

No one can attack it, and no one can kick it out.

In the 111th minute, Sun Wen on the forward line returned to midfield to catch the ball.

Turn around and pull horizontally, shaking left and right to get rid of two defenders in a row.

Just when the American team thought Sun Wen was about to break through, the ball had already been knocked to Liu Ailing's feet.

The latter stepped on the ball lightly, and while constantly pulling to the right, he saw the opportunity and sent a through ball in front of Sun Wen.

This through kick was like a scalpel, instantly slicing open the American team's defense.

Sun Wen gritted his teeth and ran with all his strength.

At this point in the game, there is no need to conserve physical fitness.

At this moment, Sun Wenhua turned into a red lightning and rushed straight towards the ball.

"Sun Wen, Sun Wen!!!"

Amid the cheers of the fans at the scene, it was Sun Wen who touched the ball first with the toe of his right foot.

Taking advantage of this half-second, Sun Wen kicked the ball far away again.

The next moment, the sole of the U.S. defender's shoe also rushed over and directly rubbed against Sun Wen's heel.

The piercing pain suddenly hit from the bottom of the foot.

After Sun Wen staggered a step, he subconsciously felt like falling.

Looking at the ball not far away, Sun Wen suddenly remembered Zeng Zheng's instructions.

"Fight!!!"

His arms covered with dirt held up the turf in front of him.

With a strong elbow force, Sun Wen, who fell forward to the ground, quickly got up.

Sun Wen's move greatly exceeded the expectations of those present.

No. 14 Qiao Yin, who had just made the tackle, and No. 4 Carla, who came to fill in, are now raising their right arms and looking at the referee, trying to explain.

No one expected that Sun Wen would get up again the moment he fell to the ground.

The referee who followed along was also a little confused.

Just when I was about to blow the whistle, I immediately stretched my hand forward to signal that the game should continue.

By the time Qiao Yin and Carla reacted, Sun Wen had already caught up with the ball and rushed towards the US team's penalty area again.

At this moment, the entire Rose Bowl was boiling.

"Sun Wen, Sun Wen!!!"

"Sun Wen is on his own!"

"Sun Wen went it alone!!!"

The white socks have been stained brown by mud and blood, but at this moment, in Sun Wen's eyes, there is only the gate of the American team.

Go forward!

A little further!

Get as close to the opponent's penalty area as possible!

At this moment, Sun Wen had only this thought in his mind.

She rushed towards the US team's penalty area like crazy, vowing to complete her goal.

Facing the girl from the city who was coming towards him in a furious manner, the American team goalkeeper Scully gave up the goal decisively at the first opportunity.

Breonna Scully, born in 2019, is a black girl with dreadlocks.

She is strong, explosive and has excellent jumping ability.

But at this moment, no one believed that she could stop Sun Wen from running.

Because Sun Wen’s nickname is-Maradona in a skirt!

Is there anyone in the world who can guard Maradona?

The answer is no!

A face-to-face meeting, Sun Wen pushed his left and right feet in succession, and a gorgeous fried ball appeared at the Rose Bowl Stadium.

Being able to make such smooth fried balls while dribbling at high speed is difficult for even male players in today's football world to do.

After passing Scully, Sun Wen suddenly looked up.

In front of her was the empty gate of the U.S. team.

Empty goal?

After reacting, Sun Wen subconsciously raised his leg and ejaculated.

Suddenly, I found that not only did my left leg not lift up, but my body also fell forward uncontrollably.

Plop!!!

"Beep!!!"

The sound of falling to the ground and the whistle sounded at the same time.

At this moment, the entire Rose Bowl was noisy.

"Penalty kick, penalty kick!!!" Ma Yuanan shouted excitedly.

The Chinese players also immediately gathered around and asked the referee for a penalty kick.

The whole stadium exploded.

If the Chinese team gets a penalty kick during this period, it will be tantamount to killing the game.

Players from both sides surrounded the referee, and the assistant coach of the women's football team hurriedly ran to grab Zeng Zheng and asked him to put pressure on the fourth official in English.

Looking at the bustling players on the field, everyone tensed up and waited for the referee's decision.

When they saw a red card light up, tens of thousands of Chinese fans at the scene suddenly burst into cheers of joy.

Red card!

The US goalkeeper was sent off!

Scully took off her gloves angrily and took a step forward, as if she wanted to have a real-life battle with the referee.

But the next second, she was stopped by her teammates.

Looking at the spot pointed by the referee's finger, Scully was suddenly enlightened.

Not a penalty kick?

Is it a free kick?

Then the red card you received was not unjust!

The fans were extremely disappointed when they saw the referee's final decision.

"What's the situation? Why is it a free kick? It's obviously a penalty kick!"

"Sun Wendu rushed into the penalty area, and you pulled her down outside the penalty area. Isn't this a penalty kick?"

"Black whistle, a proper black whistle!"

"Isn't this referee too unprofessional?"

"Protest! We must protest to FIFA!"

Fans and netizens shouted curses, which made Jiulang's backstage staff sweat profusely and kept retracting some curse words.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This old American man's trick of abandoning his car to save his handsome man is just a joke!" Zeng Zheng laughed bitterly.

Ma Yuanan also lost his temper.

What else can I say?

The red card was also given and the goalkeeper was sent off.

But I won’t give you a penalty kick.

What can you do?

"Coach Ma, instead of worrying about whether this goal is a penalty kick, why not arrange how to kick it!"

One word awakens the dreamer.

Ma Yuanan nodded immediately.

At this moment, Pu Wei also happened to run to the sidelines.

Before Ma Yuanan could open his mouth, he heard the young player born in the 1980s from Shanghai shouted loudly.

"Coach Zeng, Coach Zeng, Sister Wen asked me to ask you how to kick this ball!"

Hearing Pu Wei's shouting, Zeng Zheng and Ma Yuanan looked at each other, extremely embarrassed.

At such a critical moment, the team members did not want to ask their own coach for advice, but instead asked an "outsider".

It is enough to show Zeng Zheng’s status in the hearts of women’s football girls.

"Just kick normally!"

Zeng Zheng put his hand to his mouth like a trumpet and deliberately shouted at the top of his voice:

"You play how you usually train, you play now!"

"Don't be nervous, just kick normally!"

After hearing Zeng Zheng's reply, Pu Wei nodded without even looking at Ma Yuanan.

"I know, Coach Zeng, I'll tell Sister Wen right away."

When Pu Wei ran back to the court and looked at Ma Yuanan, whose face turned the color of pig liver, Zeng Zheng comforted him: "Coach Ma, the players are just trying to comfort themselves."

...

The referee's penalty has taken effect.

The American team used the last substitution spot, replacing a forward and replacing it with the backup goalkeeper.

During this period, three Chinese girls, Liu Ailing, Sun Wen and Liu Ying, stood in front of the ball and seemed to be discussing who would take the kick on the right side of the ball.

A direct free kick is not always as close as possible.

This kind of free kick that is directly attached to the penalty area line puts higher demands on the kicker's feet.

Although there are still five or six minutes left before the end of the game, the American team, which has one less player on the field, has made up its mind to defend to the end.

If the goal is not scored, they will definitely use a bus to drag the game into a penalty shootout.

If you don't want to take a penalty kick with the opponent, you must take advantage of this free kick opportunity!

Not far in front of the ball, six American players stood in a row.

The remaining three players also crowded in various corners of the penalty area to participate in defense.

"Hmph! What are you looking at? This ball must be played by No. 9!"

Not only the coach of the American team, but almost all Americans think this way.

Compare it to our own No. 9 star Hamm.

If our own team got such a free kick at the last moment, Hamm would definitely have taken it.

So at this moment, all the American team's defensive players focused on Sun Wen in front of the ball.

"Beep!!!"

The referee blew the whistle.

Liu Ying was the first to rush out.

Whoosh!

The Chinese team's No. 13 lightly ran over the ball, but there was no reaction from the American team.

"Hmph, I knew she must be a cover-up!"

After Liu Ying ran over the ball, Liu Ailing also started quickly.

Facing Liu Ailing, several American players subconsciously jumped up.

But this time, Liu Ailing also ran past the ball.

Only Sun Wen is left in front of the ball!

Seeing that Sun Wen was already running, the old Americans who were placing their "treasures" on Sun Wen also held their breaths, but felt a little happy in their hearts.

"Look, I guessed it right, it must be No. 9!"

As the last player to take the free kick, Sun Wen seemed to have no choice but to take it.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Wen had already rushed to the ball.

As everyone expected, the arch of Sun Wen's right foot collided firmly with the ball.

The moment the ball and foot touched, six American players jumped high and used their bodies to intercept the ball without thinking about their own safety.

The substitute goalkeeper in front of the goal also opened his eyes wide, ready to "sacrifice" the ball that flew across the wall at any time.

But the next second, everyone was stunned.

The ball did not fly into the sky as they imagined.

On the contrary, the round black and white elf rolled straight against the turf into the penalty area and came to Liu Ying.

"Sun Wen passes the ball..."

Before the commentator on the stage could say the next words, Liu Ying, who received the ball, took off his feet and shot the ball furiously!

Such a close distance and such an unexpected shot, the American players around Liu Ying did not react at all.

Uh-huh!!!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the ball entered the upper left corner of the goal in the blink of an eye.

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