World Cup of Great Powers

"Yo ho?"

"Really scored?"

Seeing Li Jinyu score, Zeng Zheng was also surprised.

After playing like this, the players have very little physical energy left.

But the appearance of this goal made Zeng Zheng's eyes light up.

Because in the offensive tactics he set up for the team, one of the buffs finally worked.

[Sydney Olympic Team buff 5: Suspend players’ physical consumption for a period of time after scoring a goal.]

This buff is specially prepared for the team, and the purpose is to create a chain effect of goals.

Zeng Zheng looked up at the time, 63 minutes.

"The ball came a little slow."

Although he said this, the gestures in Zeng Zheng's hands never stopped.

After reminding the team members to quickly return to their positions and stand up, he called Zheng Zhi, who had finished warming up, to his side.

"Run more, respond more, pass more, do you understand?"

Zheng Zhi kept nodding his head and followed Zeng Zheng's fingers, trying to imprint the running route taught by the coach into his mind.

"The Chinese team has made a substitution!"

In the 65th minute, taking advantage of a throw-in, Zeng Zheng pushed Zheng Zhi to the sidelines.

Seeing the fourth official on the sidelines holding up a sign, Zhang Ran used his last strength and ran towards the sidelines.

Seeing him sprinting towards the sideline, the fans in the stands couldn't help but burst into applause.

"The one who was replaced was Zhang Ran and the young player Zheng Zhi was replaced."

"We can see that Zhang Ran is running to the sidelines with all his strength, not wanting to waste a minute or a second."

"Still two goals behind."

"With this momentum, we will definitely catch up!"

1 to 3!

Seeing the players' temporarily slowed down physical fitness levels, Zeng Zheng clenched his fists nervously on the sidelines.

Cameroon is not a friendly people, now it depends on whether the backcourt can withstand it!

After the kick-off, the three players in front of the National Olympic team once again rushed towards the enemy line like tigers descending from the mountain.

The Cameroon players continued to step backwards until the ball was passed to a safe zone, and then they felt relieved.

After the Olympic players temporarily retreated, Lauren retreated to get the ball.

After a few simple pulls from left to right, he saw the opportunity and made a long pass to the wing.

Peng!

At the front of the penalty area, Li Tie and Eto'o collided hard.

Both men fell to the ground, but the ball continued to bounce.

The referee held his whistle in his mouth. When he saw that it was the Cameroonian player who caught up with the ball first, he immediately pointed forward to indicate that the attack was favorable.

Zheng Zhi, who had just come on the field, had already rushed forward. Facing Gremi who was holding the ball, he fell sideways and tackled diagonally.

boom!

The ball was poked away by Zheng Zhi in the blink of an eye, and the next second, Gremi's leg tripped Zheng Zhi's foot.

This time, the referee still didn't blow the whistle.

It has been judged that your offense is advantageous. If you concede the ball again, it will be your business.

Zheng Zhi tackled the ball cleanly.

Zeng Zheng, who was on the sidelines, saw his eyelids twitching.

This kid's "bully" ability has increased again!

He is so close to the goal and dares to use this posture to put the shovel. Is he a brave person with a high skill or a brainless person?

Fortunately, it was a neat tackle and the ball returned to the feet of the Olympic players again.

While other Cameroon players raised their hands to protest against the referee, the Olympic counterattack had already arrived.

Sun Jihai on the wing knocked the ball back to Zheng Zhi.

Although he is a defensive midfielder like Li Tie, Zeng Zheng has much more demands on Zheng Zhi on the offensive end than Tie Zi.

After spotting the gap, Zheng Zhi made a through pass and sent the ball to Shen Si on the left.

After getting the ball, Shensi hooked her left foot and quickly swept the ball towards the top of the gourd in the Cameroon penalty area before the opponent stepped forward to block it.

At the same time, three Cameroon defenders fought back to catch up.

On the screen, he watched the ball draw an arc in front of the three green players.

Even though Yang Chen's Frankfurt teammate Polanke made a sliding tackle, he couldn't touch the ball at all.

Before he could be surprised by such a clever arcing pass, Qu Bo, who was following on the other side of the court, had already blocked the ball with his right foot.

In this game, because Sun Jihai and Zhang Xiaorui were frequently active on the right, the space for right forward Qu Bo to move was extremely narrow and he did not get the ball very often.

Even so, in every counterattack, Qu Bo was still able to take the lead and break out of the space on the right.

"The Legend of Shensi..."

"Qubo!

"

"Qu Bo gets the ball!"

"Come in!"

"Shoot!

"

Following Huang Jianxiang's low cry, Kameni quickly lowered his center of gravity, stretched his palms forward, and pushed the ball to the side.

"Kameni's save didn't go far..."

"Li Jinyu..."

"Can we get there?"

On the screen, Li Jinyu, who had already noticed it, immediately rushed towards the second landing point of the ball.

But he was still a step too late and was stuck behind two Cameroon defenders.

The ball was eventually obtained by the opponent.

This time, the Cameroonian did not choose to slow down the pace, but looked for the gap and kicked a long pass to his right.

When Wu Chengying saw this, he immediately moved over to defend, but his opponent still took the lead and flicked the ball with his header into the open space next to the sideline.

Then the Cameroon winger continued to accelerate, but Wu Chengying had to turn around first, and was immediately left behind by his opponent.

In a matter of seconds, the Guoao team went from counterattacking to retreating from the backcourt.

Especially those in the middle.

Zhang Xiaorui, Shen Si, Li Jinyu, and Qu Bo didn't even have the slightest intention of returning to defense, and simply slowed down and gave up on defense.

Although Sun Jihai and Wu Chengying were chasing after each other on the wing, they were pulled away by their opponents at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only the idiot Li Tie was sprinting with all his strength, but due to speed, he was far behind the opponent's offensive line.

In other words, only General Fan, Li Weifeng and Zheng Zhi are left in the backcourt in a suitable defensive zone.

Counting Eto'o who was attacking from the front, Cameroon formed a 3-on-3 situation in the frontcourt in the blink of an eye!

This is also an inevitable situation for Zeng Zheng's tactics.

This has happened many times throughout the game, which is why Li Hui and Li Huajun have been asking Zeng Zheng to strengthen his defense.

"Stuck!" Zeng Zheng shouted first.

"Zheng Zhi, lean over and don't make any moves!"

"Middle, middle, middle!

"

After several calls in succession, General Fan and Li Weifeng finally turned their heads and discovered Eto'o and Mimbo running around.

The two of them quickly moved closer and stood in front of their opponent, allowing Liu Yunfei to temporarily get some breathing space.

However, the threat of the opponent's attack has not been resolved.

There was Zheng Zhi in the front and Wu Chengying in the back.

Njimbat, who was dribbling the ball, did not have Zhang Xiaorui's foot skills. When he found that Zheng Zhika was on the way forward, he directly chose to kick and cross.

Whoosh!

The ball flew through the air.

General Fan and Li Weifeng jumped up one after another. Neither the outfield players nor the goalkeeper touched the ball in the penalty area.

Njimbat's pass was too big and outrageous. It passed directly from one side of the penalty area to the other side. After hitting the ground, it only bounced once and flew out of the sideline.

"Huh~~~" Li Huajun let out a long breath, "Fortunately Cameroon's long pass was not accurate."

"I'm not sure, but such an attack is too scary." Li Hui also wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I keep letting people beat me like this, my heart almost beats out of my chest."

Zeng Zheng turned a deaf ear to the assistant teacher’s complaints.

After urging Sun Jihai to send the foul ball quickly, Zeng Zheng started to look back at the bench again.

I don’t know if it’s because the goal buff lasts too short, or because the intensity of the fight on the court is too high.

After this back and forth, Wu Chengying's physical energy tank began to decline again, reaching below the warning line.

Zeng Zheng had no choice but to call Yang Pu to his side and give him some instructions.

When Qu Bo forced a header from the front point and headed the ball directly towards the billboard behind the goal, the National Olympics once again chose to make substitutions.

This time, after obtaining the consent of the linesman, Wu Chengying simply left the field directly from the other side, saving a lot of time.

Even so, except for a stamina like Li Tie, the goal buffs of other players have gradually expired.

In the 74th minute, facing Sun Jihai's half-high ball, Zhang Xiaorui gritted his teeth and blocked the opponent with his back.

Seeing that the ball was too high, Zhang Xiaorui could only use his forehead to push the ball in front of him.

When he wanted to take a step forward to reach the ball, his upper body remained in place due to the pull of his opponent.

Coupled with Zeng Zheng's reminder in his ear, Zhang Xiaorui immediately gave up his balance and fell straight down.

Plop!

The Jinmen boy's back fell firmly to the ground, creating a good frontcourt set piece for the National Olympics.

"Another free kick in the frontcourt..."

"Shen Si runs for a run..."

"I chose to knock on the door directly!"

boom!

No one expected that Shen Si's seemingly random kick would hit the far post directly.

Seeing the ball bounced back from the side, Yang Pu, who had just come on the field, felt regretful and wished he could give himself a slap in the face.

"Yang Pu is chasing..."

"Control the ball first..."

In front of the sideline, Yang Pu finally caught the ball.

But he was also stuck behind him by the Cameroonian team members who were following him.

"Corner kick, corner kick!

"

Not far away, Li Jinyu ran towards this side and yelled.

Yang Pu saw the opportunity, jumped up in the air, turned around, and kicked the ball into the calf of the Cameroonian player, causing the ball to bounce out of the baseline.

Seeing the Olympic team members using such a "despicable" way to take corner kicks, the Cameroonians looked helpless.

"Give me, give me, come on, come on!"

When the Cameroon players turned around and walked towards their penalty area, Li Jinyu lowered his voice and kept making movements with his hands.

When Yang Pu saw this, he immediately held a meeting.

After quickly placing the ball to the corner kick area, he directly moved his left foot without raising his waist, trying to make a quick serve.

But just then, something unexpected happened.

"Why???"

Seeing Yang Pu knocking down the corner cue with one kick, Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but say "Hey".

The most important thing is that Yang Pu's kick was too strong.

Not only did he blow away the corner flagpole, he also kicked the ball out.

Seeing the ball slowly rolling out of the corner area in front of him, Yang Pugang wanted to take a step forward to add a kick, but he immediately reacted and stood there awkwardly.

At the same time, Li Jinyu and the Cameroonian players who turned around were also stunned.

Then Dayu reacted immediately, stepped forward quickly, and caught the ball before his opponent.

But due to his speed, as soon as Li Jinyu caught up with the ball, he was forced behind him by the Cameroonian players and was unable to turn around.

This created the situation where Yang Pu just took a corner kick.

"Is this a tactical corner kick?" Huang Jianxiang was confused, but he still gave this "Yang Pu sweep corner flagpole" a unique character.

"But it seems that the two of them didn't get along well."

"This kind of tactic is rare in world football."

"This should be a first for our players."

"The Olympic team members are full of wisdom..."

"Look at this ball..."

"Li Jinyu protects the ball..."

"oops!"

As Huang Jianxiang said "Ouch", Li Jinyu's back kick was not done properly. After the ball bounced onto the leg of the Cameroonian player, it hit Li Jinyu's own leg and flew out of the baseline.

The ball returned to the Cameroonians.

After landing, Li Jinyu barely stood still, not even bothering to take an extra step.

After giving Yang Pu a thumbs up, he stood there, holding his knees and breathing heavily.

Yang Pu didn't say anything when he saw this, and immediately returned to defense with his arms raised.

According to Li Jinyu's footwork, he will only be better than Yang Pu in creating out-of-bounds balls;

But due to exhaustion of physical energy, he still made a mistake with this kick.

Time flies by quickly, and there is less than ten minutes left in this Olympic semifinal.

Although the boys from the National Olympic Games are still fighting hard, they are getting further and further away from the opponent's goal with every attack.

In the end, even Zhang Xiaorui couldn't help but kick up a long shot that was extremely unreliable.

1 to 3.

This score seems to be settled here.

In the 80th minute, Zeng Zheng replaced Shen Si with Xu Yunlong, who could no longer run.

If Zhao Junzhe could play, Shen Si would not have been playing until now.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Zeng Zheng only had one thing to say about playing as a left midfielder, and that was that he must be included in the offense and defense.

Other than that, there are no other requirements.

Watching the time ticking bit by bit, Zeng Zheng pinched his waist on the sidelines and stared ahead expressionlessly.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In this Olympics, counting this one, the National Olympics has already played 5 games.

In the previous regular matches, we had two wins and two draws.

Such a record is enough for Zeng Zheng to leave a mark in the history of Chinese football.

What's more, even if we lose this match in the National Olympics, we still haven't reached our limit.

There are still 3 or 4 finalists to play!

As if telepathically, the camera that should have been pointed at the stadium was also pointed at Zeng Zheng.

Seeing Zeng Zheng's penetrating gaze, Huang Jianxiang's voice also sounded in the microphone.

"...National Olympic team head coach Zeng Zheng."

"I think fans who often watch football will be familiar with it."

"This is a local coach who is only 30 years old."

"Before this, he had led the national team to the World Cup in 1998, won the Asian Youth Championship and the Asian Games championship in the same year, and also led the team to win the World Youth Championship in 1999."

"There are many players in the current Olympic team who were the champions of that World Youth Championship."

"Now, Coach Zeng has led the Chinese Olympic team all the way through the competition, eliminating Spain and Italy, and historically reaching the semi-finals of the Olympic Games."

"No matter what the outcome of this semi-final is, it will be a great victory for Coach Zeng and his Olympic team."

"They have created history that has never been achieved before."

"Their record, I believe, can only be broken by Coach Zeng himself!"

"Listen, the fans at the scene are still singing "Ode to the Motherland" in unison. They have never stopped since Li Jinyu scored the only goal of the Olympic Games."

"It can also be seen from this that the fans still fully recognize the performance of the National Olympic Games on the field today."

"And the boys from the National Olympics are still fighting hard without giving up..."

During the commentary room, Zhang Xiaorui, who never defended, chased all the way to the sideline that was level with the penalty area and used a sliding tackle to clear the ball.

After getting up, Zhang Xiaorui looked disdainfully at the yellow card above his head.

For the proud "Chinese Maradona", if he can't win this game, what does it matter if he doesn't play in the next game?

When the stoppage time number showing "3" was raised high by the fourth official, Cameroon's coaching bench began to prepare for victory in advance.

On the Chinese side, Li Hui also turned around and directed the staff and substitutes to tidy up the fallen debris and stop littering.

Zeng Zheng pinched his waist and stared intently at the team members' final attack.

"Oh!"

"The ball missed a little."

"Still got pushed by the Cameroon defender!"

During the melee, Li Jinyu rushed to the ball again without knowing when.

"Li Jinyu!" Huang Jianxiang's voice also raised an octave.

On the big screen, Li Jinyu rushed towards the ball flying in the air, and behind him was the Cameroon defender who was defending.

Just when Dayu was about to follow up with a volley, Gremi suddenly hit him hard from behind.

Dayu, who lost his center of gravity, leaned forward and was about to miss the shot.

At the critical moment, Dayu's upper body leaned forward, but his right leg suddenly swung back.

The back heel raised high just happened to touch the ball falling in the air.

Snapped!

The next second, the ball flew high and fell to where it came from.

Kameni, who had just stood up, looked at the ball in the air and kept retreating with a look of horror on his face...

Finally, Kameni kicked off his feet and jumped back with all his strength.

But his fingertips still couldn't touch the ball.

Boom~~~

The scorpion's tail-swinging lob just hit the lower edge of the Cameroon beam, and then fell straight to the ground.

Kameni responded very quickly.

As soon as the ball hit the ground, he was holding it in his arms.

At the same time, three whistles sounded on the court.

“Beep, beep!

"

Upon hearing the whistle, Cameroon's substitute players, who had been prepared for a long time, jumped up and rushed into the court like flying.

The Olympic team members looked angry and rushed to the referee in a swarm, protesting loudly.

"Referee, that's a goal, a goal!

"

"Referee, the ball went in, didn't you see it?"

"The ball crossed the goal line, it was a goal!"

"How can you just end the game? We scored, we scored!

"

Li Jinyu, Zhang Xiaorui, Xu Yunlong, Li Tie, Zheng Zhi and others shouted while forcing the referee to retreat.

But the stadium was already filled with crazy Cameroonians, and the score of 1 to 3 was forever fixed on the scoreboard.

Unlike players who refuse to admit defeat, Zeng Zheng looked extremely calm on the sidelines.

Through the system, he clearly saw that more than half of Li Jinyu's ball had hit the goal line.

From a high-altitude projection point of view, the length of the projection between the ball and the goal line is less than one centimeter.

According to FIFA regulations, this is indeed not a goal.

But whether the ball is a goal or not is no longer important to the outcome of the game.

Although the game was lost, in Zeng Zheng's heart, he had already given full marks to these team members who fought hard to the last minute.

Zeng Zheng straightened his suit and walked to the player's tunnel with a gentleman's steps.

"Congratulations, Mr. Acono."

The 51-year-old Acono also extended his hand and held Zeng Zheng's right hand tightly, "Mr. Z, your team is also very good!"

It can be seen from the expression that this old Cameroonian who is over fifty years old really admires this Olympic team from the bottom of his heart. "Mr. Z, if there is a chance, I hope to meet in the World Cup the year after next."

"Absolutely." Zeng Zheng smiled and nodded.

He lost, but he was not a loser.

In the stands, facing the players whose physical strength and energy were completely exhausted, the fans stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

Especially for some new generation fans, this is the first time they have seen a national team that fought hard until the last minute. How can they not be moved by it?

At the same time, in the VIP stands, Wang Junsheng and others also stood up, looked at each other, and nodded.

To be honest, they are still a little dreamy at this moment.

The National Olympics went from not qualifying for the Olympics to suddenly reaching the semi-finals. Such a big step, they were also afraid that the team would be in trouble.

Now that I have lost in the National Olympics, my anxious heart has finally returned to my stomach.

"Finally lost!" Someone said with emotion.

Although the words were awkward and unpleasant to hear, they struck a chord with everyone present.

Miss Qian also stood up and straightened her appearance.

As an investor in the National Olympics, she will continue to use money to encourage the players.

Just when Miss Qian was about to follow Wang Junsheng and others, a young wealthy businessman who was sitting with Zhu Xie came over.

"Ms. Qian, what do you think of these Cameroonian players?"

"I don't know, Mr. Zhang."

Ms. Qian neither dislikes nor dislikes this second-generation rich man from Dalian like Zeng Zheng, and has always maintained a polite relationship among colleagues.

However, Mr. Zhang did not seem to notice the distance that Miss Qian deliberately maintained, but still said in a proud tone: "I have told you a long time ago that Cameroon cannot beat Cameroon in the National Olympics."

"These black men are naturally stronger than the yellow men. It would be strange if they don't lose in this game!"

Miss Qian couldn't help but frown when she heard this "foreigners' superiority theory".

Although he felt disgusted, he still remained polite: "Mr. Zhang, I don't think so, right? If the Olympic team members are strong enough and Zhang Yuheng and Zhao Jun can play again, I don't think this game will be lost.

"

"Who are those people? I'm from Liaoning and I don't know what their level is? It's all for nothing if they get there!"

Mr. Zhang curled his lips, then lowered his voice and whispered: "Miss Qian, let me tell you a little bit."

"If Cameroon wins the championship in this Olympics, our Dalian team may make a big move."

"Would you be interested in participating?"

"Big move?" Miss Qian frowned slightly.

Although she is a little ashamed of Mr. Zhang, after all, she has only entered the football circle in the past two years, and she has to pay attention to some commercial project cooperation.

"That's right!" Mr. Zhang said proudly, "Our neighbor next door naturalized a Brazilian player in order to play in the World Cup."

"Our Dalian team is also discussing this matter with Zhuxie in the past few days to see if we can naturalize some foreigners to play for us."

“Cameroon is a pilot.”

"After the Olympics, we plan to recruit some 14- and 5-year-old Cameroonian children to play football in Dalian. When they grow up, they will become Chinese nationals and then be selected for the national team."

"As long as one of these kids can produce a player like No. 9 on the field today, we will make a fortune!"

"How about it, Miss Qian, are you interested in learning more about it?"

Looking at Mr. Zhang's raised eyebrows, Miss Qian frowned and said, "Mr. Zhang, are you sure this is not the work of a human trafficker?"

"Hey! What did Miss Qian say? What kind of human trafficking is this!" At this point, Mr. Zhang's brows showed a flash of fanaticism, "This is called the 'Young Lion Project'!"

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