World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 27 This damn football

It was okay if the referee didn't explain. Once he did, Zeng Zhenghuo was furious.

"Fuck, isn't it normal for players to have some pushing and contact?"

"You dare to say that there is no physical contact in Serie A?"

"Or are you Italians just plain talkers like this?"

Zeng Zheng pinched his fingers together and shook his wrists in front of the Italian referee.

It's very similar to the way Italians talk and gesture when they are angry.

Zeng Zheng, who is proficient in many languages, shouted the last sentence in Italian.

Faced with Zeng Zheng's "unreasonable behavior", the referee wanted to immediately take out a red card and send Zeng Zheng off.

But now the game is over, the top ten games are over, and it’s the Chinese team’s home court again.

What's the point of giving him a red card?

Even the security personnel won’t turn to you!

The referee suppressed his anger and continued to explain:

"Zeng, if you have any problems, please appeal to FIFA."

"But what I'm telling you is, this game is over!"

"I am the referee of this game."

"It's my right to award the corner kick or not."

"You have no right to interfere!"

After saying that, the referee walked into the players' tunnel minding his own business.

"Fuck you, you bastard! You Italians are all fucking hackers!"

"Don't think I don't know, you must have received illegal money!"

"Not only do I want to complain about you, I also want to report you!"

"What a bastard, you've actually tricked us!"

In front of countless cameras, Zeng Zheng did not want to be explicit and cursed.

Listening to this classic Chinese curse one after another, everyone present was stunned.

Damn it!

What the hell is this?

You are the head coach of the national team after all!

It's bloody, but it can't be so shameless, right?

This is too disgraceful!

Gu Mingchang on the side couldn't stand it at all, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Zeng Zheng aside.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, please be patient. I know what you are anxious about. Isn't there still no news from Saudi Arabia? No news is good news!"

Damn there’s no news from your sister!

Zeng Zheng took a deep breath.

But he still couldn't calm down his angry mood.

There was a delay in transmitting the information, but he saw the situation clearly through the broadcast.

When Sun Jihai took the last corner kick, Saudi Arabia scored another goal.

Both sides are now 5-0.

But the game on our side has been ended early by the referee, and Doha's side has not yet entered overtime.

No one can tell what will happen in these few minutes!

Seeing that Zeng Zheng's chest was still rising and falling, Gu Mingchang could only continue to comfort him, "Coach Zeng, the game is over anyway, it won't help if you get angry again."

"Let's just wait for the letter. We are now 5-0, and their side is 4-0. If Saudi Arabia wants to win, it must score at least two."

"Two goals are not so easy to score!"

Seeing Gu Mingchang's relaxed expression, Zeng Zheng snorted lightly and did not point it out in advance.

Anyway, the big brother in your pocket is about to ring.

By then you, the coaching staff, will know how I feel now.

really.

In less than a minute, the coaching staff was completely scolded.

"Damn it, Qatar really doesn't want to look bad!"

"What the hell? You can be kicked like a grandson right in front of your own home?"

"You're not talking about a bastard like this, are you? This is simply talking about a bastard!"

Seeing Chi Shangbin, whose face was red, and Jin Zhiyang, who kept stuffing Jiuxin Pills into his mouth, Zeng Zheng, who was furious just now, turned out to be the calmest one.

"Okay, coaches, please stop saying a few words."

"When you're old, it's not worth it to make your body angry."

"Just like Coach Gu said, our game is over anyway. In the end, I sent the goalkeeper out before he scored. He has done everything he needs to do. Let him leave everything to fate!"

"Maybe Saudi Arabia won't be able to score the last goal?"

Hearing Zeng Zheng's comfort, Chi Shangbin sighed, patted Zeng Zheng on the shoulder and said:

"Xiao Zeng, you are still too young."

“You can do a lot with these five extra minutes!”

Having been around domestic football circles for many years, these domestic head coaches know better than anyone how many goals can be scored in the last five minutes.

At this moment, they became the most uncertain people in their hearts.

After Zeng Zheng and the coaching staff scolded each other, the national players who had just left the field also learned about the current situation.

The joy of the victory disappeared in an instant, and even Ou Chuliang was regretting it. He just told Zhang Xiaorui that it would be nice if his feet were more comfortable.

"Oh, if only I could hit the ball more accurately!"

"It's the same with my foot. The ball was passed early, but I took an extra step."

"If I had known I was short of this goal, I would have tried my best to score another one!"

The team members blamed themselves.

After a 5-0 victory, they still didn't get the right to qualify, which made them really unwilling.

"Okay, stop talking, let's pray together."

Zeng Zheng turned off the broadcast in his mind and led the players onto the field, shoulder to shoulder, in a circle.

Everyone closed their eyes and prayed to the big brother in the center of the circle.

As the camera was broadcast, Sun Zhengping finally received the latest news from the backstage staff.

"According to the latest news from Doha, the current score between Qatar and Saudi Arabia is 0 to 5, and the Saudi team leads by 5 goals in the away game."

"If both sides end the game with the current score, then according to the rules of the same team points, the same goal difference, and the team with more goals given priority, the Chinese team will rank first in Group A and advance directly."

"If Saudi Arabia scores a goal in the last minute of injury time, it will surpass the Chinese team on goal difference."

"We will have to play a play-off match with the second-placed team in Group B before we can decide whether to go to France to participate in the World Cup."

"So, let's pray together now, with the members of the national team."

Seeing Zeng Zheng's strange behavior, the fans in the stands of the Golden State Stadium also understood the whole situation through the broadcast.

There was a lot of scolding at first.

But as the national players stood in a circle, the fans all became silent. They put their hands together on their chests and began to pray with the national players.

"Lingling Lingling Lingling!!!"

The phone rings.

Zeng Zheng was the first to open his eyes, and he thought of the midnight bell.

The Ring at Midnight was shot during my childhood.

Does this mean that he has to lead a team to meet Xiaoli?

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Gu Mingchang stepped forward, picked up the mobile phone, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Ah, yes, it's me."

"Um!"

"What?"

"OK!"

"good."

"good!"

"I see."

Gu Mingchang hung up the phone and immediately raised his head.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and stared at Gu Mingchang, as if they were going to eat him alive.

"Gudong." Zhang Xiaorui couldn't help but swallowed.

Such a weak voice seemed particularly harsh at this moment.

"Coach Gu, tell me what's going on!"

The first person who couldn't help it was the captain, General Fan, who had always been calm.

"Yes, Coach Gu, stop being so pretentious and tell me quickly!" Others also became anxious.

Gu Mingchang clucked his lips several times, but whether it was because of excitement or age, he did not make any sound.

He turned around and saw Zeng Zheng, who had already looked calm.

In these short few minutes, Zeng Zheng had already considered several plans to deal with Xiaoli.

It’s just a small life, what can’t you beat?

Just do it and it’s done!

"Coach Gu, is the game over there?" Seeing Gu Mingchang speechless, Zeng Zheng opened his mouth and asked.

"It's over." Gu Mingchang finally said.

"Did they score another goal over there?"

"Come in, come in."

Hearing this, everyone let out a long sigh, opened their arms, and showed unprecedented disappointment on their faces.

"He NND, it's not enough to score 5 goals? What else do you want?"

"This is too damn dark!"

"In order to prevent us from entering the World Cup, these lunatics in West Asia will do anything!"

Seeing the team members scolding each other, Gu Mingchang suddenly became anxious.

"Ah! No, no"

"You have misunderstood."

"The goal was not scored by Saudi Arabia."

"It's Qatar!"

“Qatar scored at the last minute!”

"Qatar???"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Then he opened his arms and ran towards the court screaming.

"Ahhhhh! We've qualified, we've qualified!!!"

"Ahhhhh! France, World Cup, here we come!"

"we are coming!!!"

As the national players ran towards the pitch one by one like they were having fun, the fans in the stands also reacted instantly.

With a loud bang, everyone stood up, waved flags, shouted and cheered.

“Beyond your dreams, let’s fly together!”

"You and I need to face it sincerely."

"Let life reminisce about this moment,"

"Let time remember this time!"

The loudspeakers of the Golden State Stadium also played music appropriate to the occasion.

This joy and jubilation started in Dalian and spread to the whole country with a whoosh.

Looking at the cheering national players on the screen, all the fans in front of the TV raised their arms and cheered at the same time.

"Ahhhhhh!!! Win, we win! We finally win!!!"

boom!

Snapped!

The staff who could no longer hold back fired the salute in their hands. Gold foil and colorful flags flew in the sky and landed on Zeng Zheng's head and shoulders.

Zeng Zheng, who had experienced great joy and great sorrow, stood there, shaking his head, and kept muttering the same sentence:

"This damn football!"

Well, I checked later and found that the song "Beyond Dreams" was released in 1998.

But I really can’t think of any song that fits the occasion better, so let’s take a look~~~

(End of chapter)