World Cup of Great Powers

"WUhu!~Pah!"

“WUhu!~Pah!

"WUhu!~Pah!"

As soon as they entered the stadium, the Iranian fans who packed the stadium used this uniform "Viking War Cry" to give the Chinese team a showdown.

More than 100,000 Iranian fans radicalized the stadium.

Among this army of 100,000, 5,000 Chinese fans are like a drop in the ocean, drifting with the tide.

The most frustrating thing for fans is that there are no home and away stands for this game.

In other words, there are only 5,000 Chinese fans, but they were divided into teams.

It seems that the organizers have put great thought into this "decisive battle".

When I saw the Chinese players entering the field to practice, a series of uniform Farsi words sounded from the stands.

As the fans' high-fives and shouts became more and more frequent, the heartbeats of the players on the field became faster and faster.

After hearing the end, Chi Shangbin directly covered his heart and shouted "Ah yo yo".

"Ah yo yo, my heart~~~"

"Quick, quick!"

"Hurry and get my quick-acting heart-saving pills!"

Seeing this, Han Tao quickly took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out six black "Huahua Pills" and stuffed them into Chi Shangbin's mouth.

Soon after swallowing, Chi Shangbin regained his breath.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Jin Zhiyang on the side also looked horrified.

"How can the players play in such a terrifying home atmosphere?"

"If we had known earlier, we would have made a big splash in Wulihe."

Being timid before fighting has been a taboo for military strategists since ancient times.

In the VIP stands, Iran's Foreign Minister looked down at the stadium below, like a king overlooking all living beings.

"Look at the cohesion of our fans, tsk tsk tsk..."

"I'm sure the Chinese people's legs will become weak and their feet will slip after hearing this."

"Haha, I didn't even start kicking, I scared them to death!"

Thanks to the structure of the stadium.

The Azadi Stadium is like a huge Roman Coliseum. Any sound from anywhere in the stands will ripple in the center of the stadium for a moment.

In the midst of such uniform war cries, anyone with a weak mental endurance would be like Chi Shangbin, whose sight would induce palpitations.

The home team members stood in the middle of the field, looking proudly at the Chinese players on the other side of the field.

"Haha, I saw it, the No. 6 ball just now was not passed well!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I guess your legs are weak from fear!"

"What a coward! If you still play football with such virtue, you might as well go home and herd the cows!"

"Hahahaha~~~"

Facing the teasing looks of the Iranian team members, General Fan stretched out his arm.

"What are you going to do?"

"Uh...Brother Fan, I...I'm going to pick up the ball." Li Weifeng's brain was a little down after being stopped.

To be honest, if General Fan hadn't stopped him, he would have almost rushed to the center line and exchanged blows with the opponent.

What a horrific Azadi Stadium!

It actually has such a deceptive effect!

"You kid had better go pick up the ball."

General Fan glared at Li Weifeng, and then withdrew his arm.

With General Fan's reminder, Li Datou took a deep breath and ran to the ball.

Then he lowered his head, unable to bear the provocation in his opponent's eyes, and just returned the ball.

"Captain, this can't go on like this!"

Sun Jihai was also sweating profusely at this moment.

In order to fight against this terrifying home atmosphere, he tried his best to stabilize his mind.

But the problem is that the home atmosphere alone is so exhausting.

How will we play in the next game?

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing standing there?"

"Time to practice practice."

"Don't wait until the competition to tell me that the grass hasn't gotten used to it yet!"

There was a sound of dissatisfaction and scolding.

Everyone looked around and saw that Zeng Zheng was wearing a blue floral cloth on his upper body, a pair of beige beach shorts on his lower body, and a pair of flip-flops on his feet, lying carelessly on the sunshade chair on the sidelines.

What the fuck?!

Damn it?

grass?!

Seeing Zeng Zheng's appearance, Jin Zhiyang, who had just finished patting Chi Shangbin on the back, quickly came up to persuade him.

"Xiao Zeng, you, you, what's going on with you?"

Ignoring Jin Zhiyang's inquiry, Zeng Zheng lazily lay down on the beach chair and snapped his fingers.

Han Tao on the side quickly handed the ice orange juice that had been prepared to Zeng Zheng's hand.

"Suck~~~"

"Hiccup~~~"

It wasn't until he emptied the straw in one breath that Zeng Zheng asked lazily:

"What?"

"Coach Jin, what did you say just now?"

Seeing Zeng Zheng's "mud can't hold up the wall" look, Jin Zhiyang just wanted to persuade him again.

"Xiao Zeng, you have to pay attention to the impact of your dressing up..."

"Influence? Well, influence?" Zeng Zheng pushed his sunglasses onto his forehead.

"FIFA has stipulated that head coaches are not allowed to dress like this?"

"Or do they have a rule that I can't bring a recliner to sit on?"

"Or are they not even letting me drink this orange juice?"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng looked at Jin Zhiyang who looked embarrassed.

Then he showed a look of realization.

Passing the orange juice in his hand forward, "Aha, look at my brain."

"Come on, Coach Jin, come and have a sip too."

"This ice cream is refreshing and always delicious."

Looking at the only ice cubes and a few slices of orange left in the glass, Jin Zhiyang shook his head like a rattle.

"Since you don't drink, don't blame me!"

Zeng Zheng showed a regretful expression, and then snapped his fingers.

"Whoosh!"

Soon, Han Tao refilled the cup.

At this moment, all Azadi's cameras were pointed at the sidelines.

Every move of the Chinese coaching staff is also transmitted to all parts of the world along with live broadcast signals.

"Nonsense, this is simply nonsense!"

The war is coming.

Seeing Zeng Zheng's appearance, the bureau leader almost broke the table.

"If we don't win Iran in this game, we will remove him when we come back!"

"No one says it will work!"

"Look, look, does this still look like the head coach of the national team?"

"How do you two educate each other?"

"I've said it so many times."

"Professional skills must be improved, and ideological awareness must not fall behind!"

"starting today."

"In addition to the players who have to copy the ideological texts after practice every day, the coaches also have to copy them!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Foreign teacher?"

"Well... let's forget about the foreign teacher first."

Seeing the leader losing his temper, Xu and Wang did not even dare to say a word.

The two of them looked at each other and did not expect that Zeng Zheng would make such an exaggerated move on such an occasion.

"Old Xu, you have hurt me!" Wang Junsheng pulled his eyebrows down and cried miserably to Xu Fang.

Xu Fang curled his lips and looked like you deserved it.

When Xiao Zeng led the team to win the championship, you were the one who took the spotlight.

After the glory is over, of course you have to take the blame for him!

The leaders were naturally cursing, and the fans were also confused.

Huang Jianxiang, who was sitting in the commentary box, also had a brain shutdown after seeing Zeng Zheng's appearance.

"Uh... uh... uh, we, what we see now, is the head coach of the Chinese national team."

"He, the way he is dressed today, he looks..."

"Well, it's hot enough in Tehran today."

"Coach Zeng specially wore casual clothes."

"To better direct from the sidelines."

"If I wear a suit and tie like before, on such a hot day, I might faint from the heat in ten minutes."

"Looking at it this way, Coach Zeng is still very good at planning ahead."

But no matter how Huang Jianxiang tried to be polite, Zeng Zheng's "casual" performance still angered the home fans.

What do you mean?

Vacation coming?

Or are you saying you look down on our Iranian team?

Don't get carried away, let's see how our Persian cavalry defeats you!

The fans started to curse.

Many people even threw the debris in their hands at Zeng Zheng, hoping to give him a bruise on the nose and face.

But Zeng Zheng was already prepared.

After another snap of his fingers, Han Tao took out a special parasol and inserted it next to Zeng Zheng.

Needless to say, this parasol was also redeemed by Zeng Zheng.

Not only can it block the sun, but it can also resist various debris.

Not to mention paper and plastic bottles, not even beer bottles or metal cans can break the umbrella.

Soon, a circle of debris was thrown around the parasol.

The security guard on site also looked helpless when he saw this.

According to the rules, they must step forward to protect Zeng Zheng from being invaded by fans;

But after seeing that Zeng Zheng was completely safe, they all gritted their teeth, wishing that Zeng Zheng would be smashed all over his head.

"What are you still doing?"

"Time to practice practice!"

After reprimanding the players, Zeng Zheng turned his head again and shouted to Jin Chi who were hiding in the coaching bench:

"Coach Jin, Coach Chi, you two, please stop standing on the sidelines."

"It's dangerous here!"

"It's up to me to command the team!"

Watching Zeng Zheng take another deep sip of juice, Jin Zhiyang kept shaking his head.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's a crime, it's a crime... If we lose, how will we explain it when we return home?"

Chi Shangbin: "Quickly give me the Jiuxin Pill, give me the Jiuxin Pill, Jiuxin Pill, that's it..."

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I have to say that Zeng Zheng's leisure performance really soothed the tense nerves of the team members.

Two minutes after the opening, Madavecchia came out from the left with an invincible momentum.

Facing Wu Chengying's attack, he dunked with his right foot, cut into the corner of the penalty area, and then continued to kick the ball with his right foot.

Facing the opponent's outswinging kick, Ou Chuliang remained calm and composed in front of the goal.

He looked sideways at the incoming ball and took a few steps back, then lifted the ball over the crossbar with one palm.

In the 4th minute, No. 19 Karimi also tried a long shot outside the Chinese team's penalty area.

Fortunately, General Fan and Li Weifeng blocked it in time and did not pose any threat to the Chinese team's gate.

In this game, Sun Jihai, General Fan, Li Weifeng and Wu Chengying led the defense.

Although Li Tie was brought to Tehran by Zeng Zheng, he did not appear in the lineup.

Zhang Ran and Li Xiaopeng partnered as a double midfielder, and their main focus was "striving for stability."

Facing the indiscriminate bombardment by the Iranians, Zhang Xiaorui and Li Jinyu also kept running back to their own penalty area to participate in defense.

On the front line, Yang Chen and Xie Hui's Bundesliga team-leading partnership has not played any role since the start of the game.

Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but sigh after seeing Ou Chuliang block Ali Daiyi's powerful shot from the bottom line with another shot from the bottom of the sea.

"After returning to the home court, the Iranian team seems to be a different team."

"Their offensive was very fierce after the opening. Within 5 minutes, they scored three consecutive shots."

"Although the Chinese team's defense personnel saved the day, the Iranian team will take a corner kick next."

"The crisis in front of the Chinese team has not been resolved."

As the referee blew his whistle, the ball flew across the sky and towards the center of the penalty area.

Under the protection of General Fan and Li Weifeng, Ou Chuliang rushed out of the penalty area and jumped to pick the ball from the air.

Such a "rash" attack is very dangerous.

What's more, Ou Chuliang is not a tall goalkeeper.

After picking up the ball, Ou Chuliang's body fell forward, naturally pressing on the Iranian team's top player.

Even so, Ou Chuliang's arms still held the ball firmly, and there was no sign of letting go.

In the penalty area, Li Weifeng and General Fan hurriedly stepped forward and pulled several people away.

"Stay steady, fight slowly, don't rush!"

Zeng Zheng lay leisurely on the beach chair and muttered casually.

Although he muttered in a low voice, every word he said reached the ears of the target team members accurately.

After hearing Zeng Zheng's instructions, the team members calmed down and did what he said.

"Distribute the ball to the right first."

"The person who came here is fine. He's just a mess."

"Don't worry, he just showed off and got away with a quick dunk."

"Pass back, yes, pass to the goalkeeper!"

"Get the ball to the other side as soon as possible."

Just like that, under the command of Zeng Zheng, the players slowly began to kick up their feet in the backcourt.

Whenever the Iranian forward feels that he has completely blocked the Chinese team's passing route, the players always find new passing routes and distribute the ball.

After moving back and forth twice, the Iranian forward's temples were also covered with beads of sweat.

On such a hot day, it was very difficult for them to run back and forth.

"Oh, the Chinese team took the initiative to slow down the pace."

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"After gaining the ball, the Chinese team did not choose to attack immediately."

"Instead, he plays reverse kicks in the midfield and backcourt to wear down the opponent's will."

"Furthermore, under Coach Zeng's tactic of trading space for time, many Iranian players are already anxious."

"Look, Aziz is shouting to his teammates behind him."

"Why don't you come over? Why don't you force me? How can I rob it by myself?"

Although Huang Jianxiang didn't really hear what Aziz was shouting.

But from seeing his figure swinging his arms anxiously and the ferocious expression on his face in the camera, I believe Huang Jianxiang's guess is pretty close.

"In this game, for the Chinese team, a draw will ensure qualifying."

Seeing that there was no danger for the time being, Huang Jianxiang began to analyze the current situation of the top ten matches.

"Due to the schedule, this is the last top ten game for the Chinese team."

"In the previous seven games, the Chinese team had six wins and one draw, accumulating 19 points."

"The Iranian team has one game less and currently has 15 points with five wins and one loss."

"The gap between the two teams is currently 4 points."

"Judging from these points, the Chinese team has at least ensured the top two in Group A and at least one qualification to participate in the play-offs."

"But if this game can achieve a draw or better, the Chinese team can go directly to next year's World Cup in Japan and South Korea without participating in the play-offs."

"On the contrary, the same is true for the Iranian team."

"As long as they win the Chinese team at home and then beat Bahrain away from home in the next game, they can surpass the Chinese team and take first place in Group A."

"So this game can be regarded as a life and death battle for the Chinese team."

"For now, Coach Zeng has done a good job in the past seven games."

"But it still failed to allow the team to qualify early."

"Even so, the initiative in this game is still in the hands of the Chinese team."

"Because as long as we hold on to this 0-0 draw, we will be the ones who get the direct right to qualify!"

"Come on, Team China!"

Just as the Chinese team was cheering for the team, Bagheri fought hard to get injured and used a dangerous move to steal the ball from Li Xiaopeng's feet.

Faced with the complaints and protests from the Chinese players, the referee did not blow the whistle and signaled the game to continue.

However, the Iranian players, who had been plundering for a while, could no longer contain their emotions.

There is obviously a chance to pass the ball into the penalty area, and we will play it when we are more secure.

But the impatient Aziz chose to attack the goal directly at the top of the arc, leaving Alidai who had already run from the open position into the penalty area very busy.

Facing the incoming ball, Ou Chuliang wrapped his hands around the ball and hugged it tightly.

Then according to Zeng Zheng's instructions, he stayed on the ground like before until the last time of the countdown.

Seeing this situation, the Iranian fans in the stands were furious.

After they cursed every Chinese player on the field, they began to curse Zeng Zheng under the umbrella next to the stands.

"Bang bang bang~~~"

The umbrella surface shook again in a series.

Han Tao, who was holding the handle of the umbrella under the umbrella, was horrified.

I was afraid that some blind glass fragment would pierce the umbrella cloth and injure the two of them.

Han Tao was trembling, but Zeng Zheng was still relaxed and content.

Especially after seeing Ou Chuliang firmly catching the opponent's long shot without even giving the opponent a corner kick, he even shook his hands vigorously and stood up from the recliner.

I saw some movement on the Chinese coaching bench, but Ou Chuliang was still wasting time on the court.

The cameraman decisively turned around and focused on Zeng Zheng.

Zeng Zheng walked to the umbrella and squatted down, wearing slippers and walking like a stranger.

He stretched out his hand into the sun and groped among the debris for a long time.

In front of more than 100,000 fans at the scene, a yellow banana was pulled out.

"Banana?!" Huang Jianxiang was stunned when he saw this. He thought he had seen it wrong.

"Uh...yes, it's a banana!"

In the camera, Zeng Zheng peeled the banana off in twos and twos.

In front of more than 100,000 fans at the scene, he devoured the banana in a few mouthfuls.

Looking at the petrified Han Tao behind him, Zeng Zheng waved his hand.

"Xiao Tao, come here!"

"Pick some fruits that haven't been smashed and make me a fruit plate!"

After saying that, Zeng Zheng returned to the beach chair again and lay down leisurely.

It seemed like everything that happened on the field and in the stands had nothing to do with him.

After 7 seconds, Ou Chuliang threw the ball.

Sun Jihai carried the ball along the sideline and passed Han Tao with a curious look on his face.

Iranians have also learned to be smart.

It's such a deep place, no matter what, there's no way to grab it.

While Sun Jihai was dribbling the ball, he glanced at Han Tao, who was "picking up trash."

See, it's safe on the field right now.

Han Tao also met Sun Jihai's gaze, stretched out the banana in his hand and greeted:

"The sea of ​​skills."

"Boss Zeng said it."

"If you can score a goal, I'll peel one off for you too!"

Sun Jihai nodded.

Then he swung his shoulders and passed the opponent's defender.

Do not know why.

When he thought of that banana, Sun Jihai's heart was filled with strength.