World Cup of Great Powers

"Iraq scored two goals? They were all scored by that Emad?"

"That's right, Coach Zeng."

"Tsk tsk, then his number of goals is about the same as Qu Bo's, right?"

"Well, they are all 5."

"It's okay. Since they are all five, then Xiaoboer still has a chance."

The players were entering the stadium, and several members of the coaching staff were discussing the Golden Boot.

Qu Bo and Emad now both have 5 goals.

But there are still 90 minutes left for Qu Bo to play, and there is still a chance to surpass the opponent.

But it doesn't matter if we don't score a goal.

Anyway, everyone scored 5 goals, so at most they will share the Golden Boot.

But goalkeeper coach Xu Tao said at this moment: "Coach Zeng, this is not how this Asian Youth Championship is calculated."

"Ah? What the hell?"

"Coach Zeng, Emad now has the same number of goals as Qu Bo, but he has two assists. Qu Bo has none. According to the rules of this Asian Youth Championship, if two people have the same number of goals, the one with more assists will win.

Golden Boot.”

"What the hell? There are still such rules?"

Tang Pengju was stunned after hearing this.

The first time I heard about the Golden Boot, I also looked at the number of assists.

Xu Tao nodded solemnly.

"There are indeed such rules. They are written in the small print at the bottom of the appendix."

After hearing this, Tang Pengju shook his head and said, "This idiot in the Asian Youth Championship actually behaves like this."

Chen Jingang: "Yes, if Lao Xu hadn't taken another look, we wouldn't have known what was going on!"

Zeng Zheng also smiled, "So, Coach Xu is still strict. He can patiently read through so many rules and regulations. He is much better than me!"

Xu Tao shook his head, "Come on, Coach Zeng, if it weren't for your influence, who would care about that thing! I guess you already know about it, but you just never said it."

Zeng Zheng smiled and said nothing.

Although Xu Tao is older than him, he is quite comfortable with his flattery.

For every competition, some rules and regulations will be issued from above.

This stuff is sometimes all in English, so the coaching staff of many games can’t even understand the schedule and rules and regulations.

Since Zeng Zheng came to power, he has required every coach on the coaching staff to read these things thoroughly.

It's a small matter to be embarrassed if you can't answer a reporter's question. If it's really because you don't understand the red and yellow card system and the main players can't play in key games, then the problem will be huge.

So whenever there is a competition.

Once these rules and regulations were obtained, the coaches themselves held an English dictionary and translated them one by one and read them one by one.

I'm afraid I missed something.

But this time, after all calculations, I didn’t expect that I missed a rule about the Golden Boot in the appendix.

If it weren't for Xu Tao's concern, the coaching staff, including Zeng Zheng, really wouldn't have noticed this detail.

Taking this opportunity, Zeng Zheng once again emphasized "discipline" and the game on the court began.

...

After two semi-finals, the players on both sides looked a little tired.

Although the Iranian team is the host country, their battle with Iraq in the semifinals ended in a penalty shootout, which really hurt their roots.

At the beginning of the game, the strength of the host country was not shown.

The two teams exchanged an attack and seemed to be testing each other.

"The atmosphere at the Iranian team's home field is really explosive!"

All 100,000 seats in the Azadi Stadium were filled.

Thousands of Chinese fans were crowded into a corner of the stands, so inconspicuous that they could easily be ignored.

Located in the famous "Devil's Home Stadium" in Asia, Azadi is the tomb of every Asian team.

Here, just the sonic boom roared by the home team fans can cause substantial damage to the players on the field.

“Oh ho ho ho ho~~~”

Cheers erupted from the scene.

Under such a huge sound wave, several coaches had to speak at the top of their voices.

In this kind of atmosphere, ordinary people can't even play football.

Even standing in the middle of the court, I couldn't help but tremble in my legs.

"You guys, can you handle it?" Faced with this posture, Tang Pengju hesitated.

"You have to carry it even if you can't bear it."

Zeng Zheng waved his hand coolly.

"During the Asian Cup, our home atmosphere was no worse than theirs."

"We have a stadium with 100,000 people, and we also have 100,000 fans."

"It's not a bad thing to let the boys see more big scenes while they are young."

Reasonable and reasonable.

But the problem is that coaches rarely have the opportunity to coach games in such an atmosphere.

So for Tang Pengju and others, they also have to withstand the pressure of 100,000 people at home.

This is just a youth team game.

If it were an adult team, at least 10,000 people would be crammed into this 10,000-person stadium.

In the first 6 minutes, the Iranian team took the lead in launching a threatening attack.

Aghaili hit a free kick directly towards the goal of the China Youth Team.

Although An Qi failed to save, the ball finally hit the crossbar and flew out of the baseline.

Seeing this shot, more than 90,000 Iranian fans at the scene instantly cheered.

They shouted the same unintelligible notes, like some kind of mantra.

The young men from the Chinese youth team on the field were like tributes placed on the altar, their souls gradually being drained away amidst the incantations.

"Fuck you, you are calling NMB!"

Yan Song was the first to lose control and shouted at the top of his lungs at the audience.

Du Wei on the side saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

"Fuck, please keep your voice down, do you want to get a red card?"

"Afraid of him? The referee doesn't understand. What's wrong with me scolding him?"

"That's not okay, you have to control your emotions, understand?"

"I'm just controlling!" Yan Song knocked Du Wei's hand aside, "It's easier to get sick if you hold it in your heart. If you let it out like this, it's okay. If it doesn't work, why don't you yell?"

"I'll forget it." Du Wei shook her head.

As the main central defender, he must keep a clear head at all times.

Looking at the howling Iranian fans around him, Zhang Yaokun also complained.

"Are these Arabs crazy?"

"Are you timid? I'm Persian!" Xu Liang patted Zhang Yaokun's shoulder, "Persians hate being called Arabs."

"Yo? That's a great feeling! Then I'll shout in front of them next time."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Fuck, are you seeking death like this? I won't help you then!"

As the atmosphere on the court became thicker and thicker, there were more and more physical contacts between the two sides.

In the 8th minute, Xu Liang was dribbling the ball to break through. When the Iranian players caught up behind him, they made a reckless collision.

As a result, Xu Liang stumbled, and the two people who couldn't hold their feet immediately stumbled to the ground and rolled into a ball.

"Wow~~~"

The Azadi Stadium suddenly burst into flames.

Seeing such a conflict, all the Iranian fans were jumping and yelling.

Especially after seeing that the referee only awarded a touchline kick, there was a hint of joy and rejoicing in the scolding.

"Boss Zeng, what do their gestures mean?"

Han Tao pointed at the four fingers in the auditorium behind and asked, "When I came here by bus, I saw a lot..."

Zeng Zheng raised his eyebrows and snorted, "That's 4 balls."

"Four balls?"

Han Tao was still a little confused.

Just when he was about to ask again, Tang Pengju saw something wrong with Zeng Zheng's expression and quickly pulled Han Tao aside.

"Xiao Tao, do you still remember the 1997 World Cup preliminaries?"

"World preliminaries? What happened? Didn't we qualify in the end?"

"It's true that we qualified, but Coach Zeng was also lucky."

Tang Pengju sighed softly, "In the two direct confrontations between us and the Iranian team, they scored 4 goals each time!"

Han Tao fell silent.

In other words, these Iranian fans are trying to heal the scars of the Chinese team.

"These bastards!"

"Coach Zeng must kick them to death!"

"Fuck, kill them!"

Several young people on the bench couldn't hold back after hearing this.

Rush to the sidelines to cheer for the players.

Subsequently, the Iranian team took a corner kick.

Originally, set pieces like this were also an important means for the Iranian team to score.

But with An Qi's height of over 1.9 meters, he easily picked off the ball.

"Stay steady first and slow down."

"Don't worry."

"Slow down!"

Under Zeng Zheng's command, An Qi fell to the ground immediately after taking the ball.

Then, after all the Iranian team members ran out of the penalty area, they threw the ball to Eric Mu on the wing.

After Eric Mu got the ball, he immediately passed the ball to midfielder Wang Xinxin.

At the same time, Wang Xinxin also raised his hand to express his intention to slow down the pace of the attack.

As soon as the Chinese youth team slowed down the pace, the Iranian team quit.

For the Iranian team, they are eager to use a local victory to declare their dominance in West Asian football.

Facing the opponent's pressing attack, the members of the Chinese Youth Team began to take steps in the midfield and backcourt unhurriedly.

After luring out multiple defensive players, the ball will be sent to the wing and then look for offensive opportunities.

That's it, until multiple players from the Iranian team crossed the midfield.

Only then did Xu Liang take a big step and attack forward.

At this time, the opponent's formation has been stretched out.

Even if the opponent wants to engage in physical confrontation, it will take a certain amount of time.

Taking this opportunity, Xu Liang quickly observed the movement of his teammates in front.

Seeing that his teammates have almost run to their respective positions, before the opponent's defensive players come forward, he directly throws a long pass.

boom!

Bang!

Two sounds in a row.

As soon as Xu Liang took a shot, he was knocked down by the rushing defender.

But the referee no longer had the intention to pay attention to this.

This thirty-meter long pass just flew across the court and came to the other side.

At the same time, Qu Bo had already accelerated and rushed towards the ball’s landing point.

Iran's defenders chased with all their might.

Even though Qu Bo's speed had reached its extreme, he kept following him less than two meters away.

As soon as the front foot stops the ball, the opponent's back foot has already forced it into position.

Because it was already close to the Iranian team's penalty area.

The opponent Gao did not dare to take action easily, for fear of giving the Chinese Youth Team a free kick in the frontcourt.

What a qubo!

He didn't even look back.

When the opponent's defender stretches his legs, he suddenly pulls the ball behind him.

Then his body flashed and he slammed past the opponent.

"Qu Bo is having a great time!"

"He is worthy of being the top scorer in this Asian Youth Championship!"

Liu Jianhong gave Qubo a very high evaluation.

After a pause and a flick, Qu Bo was already dribbling the ball towards the penalty area.

At this time, another Iranian defender reluctantly pushed over from the side, trying to prevent Qu Bo from entering the penalty area.

Seeing a new opponent, he came over again.

Qu Bo returned the ball easily, avoiding the opponent's outstretched foot.

Then he rushed forward again and directly got rid of the opponent's close grasp.

After shaking the opponent away, Qu Bo has arrived near the top of the penalty area.

Seeing that there was a gap, Qu Bo didn't hesitate at all and directly took off his foot and fired a powerful shot.

"Whoosh!"

The ball rose from the ground and flew straight to the gate of Iran.

However, this shot was still a bit on target.

The goalkeeper of the Iranian team raised his palms and lifted the ball over the crossbar.

Corner kick!

Saw the Chinese team hit inside their own goal frame.

The Iranian fans in the stands couldn't help but let out a low cry.

It wasn't until I saw my goalkeeper save the ball that I felt a little relieved.

Then, while cheering, they continued to whistle and make various insulting gestures at the Chinese youth players.

"Bo Bo, this is a beautiful kick!" Yan Song ran forward and patted Qu Bo on the shoulder.

"Fuck, it would be nice if the angle was a little biased!" Qu Bo looked a little regretful, "Can't these flies be quiet for a while?"

"Hahaha, bobo, there is only one way to keep the flies quiet."

"what way?"

"That turns flies into dead flies!"

Following the corner kick.

Du Wei took the lead in hitting the ball.

But this header was too wide.

The ball was pushed directly out of the baseline.

Seeing that there was no threat, the Chinese youth team members immediately disappeared like a tide.

This is of course Zeng Zheng's tactic.

The lineup sent out today was also carefully considered by Zeng Zheng.

Whoever the opponent is is the host, and the home atmosphere will definitely not be as good as the opponent's.

Although it is necessary to shrink the defense, it will be beaten passively.

And the most important thing is that Zeng Zheng has a good grasp of his opponent's mind.

The opponent is fighting on home soil and it is the finals. They will definitely want to defeat their opponent as soon as possible and control the game.

It is to take advantage of the other party's anxiety.

Zeng Zheng ordered his players to slow down the rhythm as much as possible when attacking.

If you don't pull the opponent's forwards and attacking midfielders across the half court, they won't attack until they are beaten to death.

Once the opponent has more than three players pulled out of the overall formation, the Chinese Youth Team must take advantage of the gaps on the wing as quickly as possible to attack as quickly as possible.

The opponent's frontcourt personnel did not have time to run back to participate in the defense and directly completed the shot.

Missed a single hit and retreated completely.

Except for Qu Bo who stayed around the center circle alone, the other nine outfield players all retreated to their own half to participate in defense.

The offense is 442 and the defense is 451.

And the defender must stand firmly in the penalty area.

It neither comes out easily nor allows the opponent to come out easily.

Unless the Iranian team plays strong high-altitude balls, there is no way to break the defense of the Chinese Youth Team.

And once they hit the high ball, Du Wei, Zhang Yaokun and An Qi will dominate the air.

In fact, regardless of the two matches in the World Cup preliminaries, the Iranian team took advantage.

But actually their fans hate them even more!

It's obvious that they are sure to win.

But they were eliminated in the end, leaving the Chinese team with a chance.

So they have been holding back their energy and want to exact a perfect revenge on the Chinese team.

But Zeng Zheng's "boil the frog in warm water" approach made his opponents quite uncomfortable.

They were already unhappy, and the loud boos from the stands of Azadi Stadium didn't stop from the beginning of the game.

But under Zeng Zheng's command, neither the players nor the coach turned a deaf ear to it.

It's as if they don't exist.

This is very uncomfortable.

We are all trying so hard to ridicule you, why don't any of you make me angry?

Even if you don’t get a red card, you can get a yellow card!

But thirty minutes later, the Zhongqing players seemed to have their ears blocked, and they still carried out Zeng Zheng's tactics meticulously.

After another shot by Xu Liang was forcibly saved by the Iranian goalkeeper.

The Iranian team finally became anxious.