World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 20 The Style of a General

"What a header from Sumao!"

After seeing Jin Tou Lao Mao's movements clearly, Sun Zhengping immediately shouted softly.

Kuwait goalkeeper Khalid's performance is already good enough.

The moment Su Maozhen headed the ball, he flew up and pounced on the ball.

But the power of the header was too strong.

Along with Zhang Xiaorui's external rotation, all the force was transmitted to the ball.

Before Khalid could fully stretch his body, the ball hit the turf and hit the net.

"The ball has been scored!" After a delay of one second, Sun Zhengping reacted immediately.

Commentators in this era are not allowed to have any emotional color in the explanation process, and Sun Zhengping is the leader among them.

Even so, fans can hear the commentator's joy between the lines.

"In the 28th minute, the Chinese team opened the scoring with a header from Su Maozhen."

"The passer is Zhang Xiaorui."

"This is a young player from Brazil's Jianlibao."

"His turn just now was very beautiful."

"Just like Romario for Brazil."

"I have to say that Jianlibao's young players played a decisive role in this goal."

"At the 28th minute of the game, the Chinese team took the lead 1-0!"

On the court, Su Maozhen rushed to the sidelines immediately after scoring a goal and hugged Zeng Zheng tightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Zeng!"

"Lao Mao'er, keep up the good work and don't forget the tasks I assigned you!"

Zeng Zheng patted Su Maozhen's back and encouraged him.

For this world preliminaries, Su Maozhen has been training with the team since August, but he is a non-staff member.

Zeng Zheng can "regardless of past grudges" this time, specially recruit him into the team, and arrange for him to start in such an important game. This is a great trust in him!

A real man, Su Maozhen, was deeply moved early on.

Before the game, I secretly vowed to repay Zeng Zheng's trust.

After the players returned to the court, several assistant coaches also came over.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, congratulations!" Chi Shangbin said with a smile on his face.

"With this goal as the foundation, we will be able to play much better in the next game!" Jin Zhiyang also nodded repeatedly.

Facing the compliments from the teaching assistants, Zeng Zheng frowned and asked Gu Mingchang on the side.

"Coach Gu, is there any news from Doha?"

Zeng Zheng could have exchanged 100 points for a panoramic live broadcast of Saudi Arabia and Qatar, but in order to save money, he still used this real-life method of telephone consultation and communication.

This time he was saved from a desperate situation, and Bamboo Shoes also learned the hard way and understood the importance of information.

Therefore, for this competition, Bamboo Shoes specially arranged several liaison specialists to open up many relationships and conduct timely exchanges between the two places.

On the Doha side, there is a staff member watching the game; once a team scores a goal, the embassy in Qatar will be notified as soon as possible.

The embassy then contacted the capital through a landline, and the capital side directly used the landline to contact Gu Mingchang's mobile phone.

After this series of operations, the delay will be five minutes.

Gu Mingchang looked at the cold big brother in his hand and shook his head.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, no news is good news!" Jin Zhiyang said with a smile.

"No!" Zeng Zheng shook his head.

"There is a 5-minute delay here. Who knows what will happen in these 5 minutes. We can't slack off!"

Chi Shangbin nodded after hearing this, "Coach Xiao Zeng is right, we suffered a big loss from information before, and we can't make the same mistake again this time."

"Coach Xiao Zeng, what should we do next?"

"How to do it?" Zeng Zheng's mouth twisted.

"Of course I took advantage of his illness and killed him!"

Amid the collective cheers of tens of thousands of fans in the audience, the Kuwaiti players stood in front of the service point.

At this kick-off, all members of the national team were like lions smelling meat, collectively attacking Kuwait's formation.

Looking at the fighting spirit of the players, Zeng Zheng guessed that the national team BUFF had an effect.

The Chinese team may have done mediocrely in other aspects, but it still has some experience and expertise in abusing food.

The key now is how long Kuwait can hold on and whether it can become the "dish" in the hands of the Chinese team.

When facing East Asian teams, West Asian teams have always been united.

Even if Kuwait doesn't consider its own qualifying issue, if Iran just says hello casually, they will drag the Chinese team into the water.

At the worst, they won't lose too many goals to the Chinese team, so the Chinese team, which is second in the group, will have to compete with Xiaori Ri for the last 0.5 qualifying rights.

So even if they concede a goal first, Kuwait still has fighting spirit.

To achieve Zeng Zheng's ultimate goal, a goal difference is obviously not enough.

Taking advantage of the Kuwaiti team's return pass, Gao Feng and Su Maozhen advanced in tandem and penetrated into the hinterland of Kuwait.

Then came Zhang Xiaorui and Ma Mingyu, who walked side by side and formed a trapezoid with their two forward teammates to occupy a corner of the Kuwait half.

After passing the ball three times in a row, the ball rolled to the feet of Kuwait's last central defender.

The goal just now greatly inspired Su Maozhen's will to score. The Shandong warrior who had returned from studying abroad suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the ball with all his strength.

Upon seeing this, the Kuwaiti central defender turned around quickly and wanted to hand the ball to his teammate on the wing.

At this moment, a red figure suddenly appeared in the passing route of the two.

After seeing clearly who was coming, Sun Zhengping's joyful voice sounded again.

"It's the prodigal son Gao Feng!"

"Gaofeng steals in the frontcourt!"

"Force to break into the restricted area of ​​Kuwait"

"Dunk over the opponent's centre-back"

"oops!"

"Gao Feng's intention was guessed by the opponent's defender in advance, and the ball was still cleared by the opponent."

"However, Gao Feng's frontcourt steal just now was indeed very exciting. If the ball is dunked, there will be a great chance of scoring a goal."

Just when Sun Zhengping was lamenting Gao Feng's dunk, the big brother in Gu Mingchang's hand rang.

When Big Brother made a loud noise, the people around him tensed up instantly.

Because no matter whether Qatar or Saudi Arabia scores a goal in Doha, this big brother will always ring.

So this first ring is definitely not good news.

"Hello?"

"Oh, really?"

"Okay, I get it."

"I'll notify Coach Xiao Zeng right away."

Gu Mingchang hung up the phone and told the result in the worried eyes of his colleagues.

"Saudi Arabia scored."

"It was Saudi Arabia that scored the goal, right?"

After hearing the news, Zeng Zheng, who was taking command on the spot, was not surprised, and even the expression on his face did not change.

Gu Mingchang couldn't tell what Zeng Zheng was thinking, so he asked cautiously: "Coach Zeng, it seems like you already knew."

"Saudi Arabia is stronger than Qatar, so it is normal to score first."

"Then what should we do? Are we going to compete with Saudi Arabia now?"

"Not necessarily." Zeng Zheng shook his head, "Saudi Arabia and Qatar played 1-0 in the first match, and Saudi Arabia didn't score many goals."

"But now it comes to the issue of qualifying for the World Cup. As long as the point difference is not more than two goals, no team will give up easily."

"Another very important point is that Qatar is playing at home after all."

"Because there is no possibility for the two of them to work together to qualify, no matter how good their relationship with Saudi Arabia is, they will not give up this opportunity easily."

"So Qatar will definitely seize the time to counterattack in the coming time, and it's not certain what will happen in the end! We don't need to worry about this."

What Zeng Zheng said made Gu Mingchang suddenly enlightened.

Looking back on the past years of coaching, my stupid mind has never thought of so many complicated situations.

When the team is ahead, the first thing that comes to mind is to hold on to the score; when the team falls behind, the first thing that comes to mind is to tie the score as quickly as possible.

I have always taken it step by step and never had any longer-term plans.

Although Zeng Zheng was full of swear words at the moment, just seeing Zeng Zheng's calm and strategizing attitude in the face of danger made Gu Mingchang feel much more at ease.

"It seems like this old guy like me, it's really time to retire from the stage of history!" Gu Mingchang muttered, and then returned to the coaching bench.

"How's it going, Lao Gu, what did Coach Xiao Zeng say?"

Seeing Gu Mingchang come back, a group of assistant teachers immediately surrounded him.

"Don't worry, Coach Xiao Zeng has already prepared it and told me not to worry."

"So, are we worrying too much?"

While Gu Mingchang was listening to Zeng Zheng's analysis, several assistant coaches recalled the historical relationship between Saudi Arabia and Qatar, fearing that Qatar was deliberately letting Saudi Arabia go.

"Well, Coach Xiao Zeng asked me to continue to wait for Xin'er and tell him immediately if there is any new situation."

(End of chapter)