World Cup of Great Powers

After taking a two-goal lead, the biggest change was the fans in the stands.

Although the fans were scattered everywhere, they all stood up and sang the national anthem in unison.

Under these circumstances, the Iranian team's attack became even more fierce.

However, Zeng Zheng quickly made substitution adjustments.

And the purpose of the substitution is very obvious.

The two goalscorers were replaced one after another, but neither of them was replaced by a forward.

"Oh?"

"The Chinese team has made another substitution."

"The one who was replaced this time is also Xie Hui, the hero of the goal."

"He and Yang Chen each scored a goal in this game, which sealed the victory for the Chinese team."

"We can see that."

"Waiting on the sidelines is Li Tie."

"Everyone knows that Lee Tie is a pure defensive player."

"Coach Zeng just used the loudspeaker to announce to the world: We are not going to attack anymore!"

Huang Jianxiang finished explaining this sentence happily, and then imitated Zeng Zheng and leaned back on the chair gracefully.

Coach Zeng is indeed a magical coach!

On the road, in Azadi, the Iranian team can be so miserable!

In this famous devil's home stadium in Asia, Zeng Zheng's team not only was not affected by it, but actually scored two goals in a row, leading the opponent by two points.

Now, they are using substitutions to continue to provoke the fragile nerves of the home team.

After learning that he was replaced.

Xie Hui's face did not show any dissatisfaction.

He has already played very well in this top ten tournament.

The ball was scored and the limelight was out.

The team is about to qualify and it can be said that the future is bright.

Xie Hui slowly ran to the sidelines.

Rather than running, it is better to say that he is using a running posture and "moving" to the sidelines little by little.

The Chinese fans in the stands were also very considerate.

They shouted Xie Hui's name in unison, and then gave the hero of the goal the warmest applause.

It was not until he raised his hands to applaud in the direction where the fans were most densely packed that Xie Hui ran to the sidelines and hugged Li Tie vigorously.

"Tiezi, come on, the rest is up to you."

"Don't worry, Brother Hui, Boss Zeng has given an explanation!"

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

When Li Tie ran onto the Azadi Stadium, the referee blew the whistle to continue the game.

This time, the emotions of the Iranian team members were like a powder keg, completely ignited.

Not only did the fans not allow the team to achieve such a result at their home court, they themselves did not allow it either.

After conceding another goal, Iran launched a crazy counterattack.

But the introduction of Li Tie and Zheng Zhi quickly had an effect.

Now the Chinese team's formation has changed to 451, and Li Jinyu, who originally played as a left midfielder, has become a lone forward.

The two original defensive midfielders Zhang Ran and Li Xiaopeng moved forward, and the two new players Li Tie and Zheng Zhi took on heavier defensive tasks.

As a result, the Iranian team attacked several times in a row without even touching the edge of the Chinese team's penalty area.

In desperation, Blazevic also made substitution adjustments to further strengthen the Iranian team's frontcourt offense.

After being unable to attack for a long time, the score fell behind, coupled with all the pressure before and during the game.

The Iranian team members finally reached the brink of collapse.

Especially after the second substitution failed, the players became even more impatient.

I wish I could single-handedly rush into the hinterland of the Chinese team and see the Chinese team cut down like chopping vegetables.

But in fact, how can the Chinese team be so easy to mess with?

On the other hand, the Chinese team has counterattacked more times after becoming a lone forward.

Taking advantage of Iran's mistakes, they often launched sharp counterattacks, attacking the Iranian team's penalty area several times and even shooting.

This made Iran even more furious.

They replaced both forwards, and the number of attacks gained was more than when the two forwards were there.

Isn’t this humiliating people again?

Finally, in the 72nd minute, Iran advanced an attack to the front of the Chinese team's penalty area.

Facing the opponent's reckless dribbling, Li Tie made a decisive move and successfully passed the ball to Zhang Ran who was further ahead.

Zhang Ran took the ball with his back, faced the Iranian defender, and tried to get rid of it.

Just as he was about to break through the opponent's defense, Karimi suddenly rushed from the side and knocked Zhang Ran to the ground.

The referee sounded the whistle immediately.

But just after the whistle sounded, Karimi still didn't stop moving and kicked the ball roughly.

boom!

The ball suddenly hit Zhang Ran and then shot into the sky.

At this moment, the stadium exploded.

"Eh?"

"The Iranian players started to become a little irrational."

"It's Karimi."

"After the referee blew the whistle, Karimi still kicked the ball on Zhang Ran out of anger!"

"This was a very bad foul."

"Li Tie rushed up and pushed Karimi away."

"And Zheng Zhi, the two new players look a little grumpy!"

"To control our emotions, we can't become irrational..."

As Li Tie and Zheng Zhi pushed Karimi aside, the smell of gunpowder on the court immediately became strong.

Neither of them is afraid of trouble.

It is true that the Persians are strong, but they are not fuel-efficient lamps either.

Facing more Iranian players rushing up, the two of them stood in front of Zhang Ran, one on the left and the other on the right, feeling quite like the two generals.

"...The players on both sides are now a little out of control. Our players must stay calm at this time."

"We are now the leading party, the advantage is on our side, and we should exercise restraint as much as possible..."

The referee stepped forward and finally separated the players from both sides.

Even so, the shouts of Li Tie and Zheng Zhi can still be heard if the TV volume is turned up.

Many of them were mixed with a few standard national curse words, as well as Farsi that no one could understand.

"These two boys are not good at anything else, but they are the best at teasing and fighting."

At the side of the court, Zeng Zheng curled his lips and took a sip of juice.

Those curse words in Persian were those he had just given to the two of them word for word.

The two of them were unambiguous and directly taught these Iranian players word for word.

Can the other party not explode?

He was already holding back his anger, but now he was provoked by Li Tie and Zheng Zhi.

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Success!

Soon, Zhang Ran, who fell to the ground, waited until the team doctor came on stage before reluctantly getting up under Zeng Zheng's instructions.

Although Li Tie and Zheng Zhi were dragged behind by their teammates, they rolled up their half-sleeves to their shoulders in front of more than 100,000 fans, and then showed off their biceps to the fullest.

"Ah this..." Huang Jianxiang was confused.

In the camera, Li Tie and Zheng Zhi, who were pulled away, stopped making trouble and yelling.

But the next pose the two took made Huang Jianxiang's jaw drop to the ground.

I saw the two of them posing slowly like bodybuilders, showing off their muscles.

The team members on the side are not so much "fighting" as they are "security guards" forming a circle, showing the two people's "SHOW" to the whole audience.

What is this called?

This is called taking advantage of your illness to kill you!

What I'm best at is adding fuel to the fire!

Needless to say, it was Zeng Zheng who came up with this damaging move.

In this way, Zhang Ran hummed and cheered with the support of the team doctor, while Li Tie and Zheng Zhi silently transformed into "gypsum giants" and slowly imitated the postures of the bodybuilding experts on TV.

The Iranian players on the opposite side were yelling curses, but the two of them remained motionless.

The referee couldn't do anything when he saw this.

You didn't let them speak, and now they are silent;

You didn't let them take action, and now they don't even extend their middle finger.

Just stand there and do a few "stretching" movements.

When someone just comes on the field, can't you just think that he is warming up?

Is it possible that you still took out cards because of his POSE?

Seeing that the Chinese players were no longer causing trouble, the referee freed up his hands and began to make penalties one by one.

The "red card" calls from thousands of Chinese fans did not reach the referee's ears.

It was such a situation on the field in such a terrifying home stadium as Azadi.

Considering his own personal safety, the referee ultimately did not take out the red card.

Seeing that Karimi, who kicked someone maliciously, only received a harmless yellow card, Zeng Zheng curled his lips and snorted softly.

"Xiao Tao, come here!"

"Go talk to the fourth official."

"I'm not convinced, I want to protest, I want to..."

"grass!"

"Take this juice."

"It's better for me to take action myself!"

After saying that, Zeng Zheng stuffed the juice into Han Tao's hand.

He unbuttoned his shirt, took a deep breath, assumed a running stance, and rushed towards the fourth official in front of the tunnel.

"Hey! Referee! What do you mean?"

"Is the favoritism so obvious?"

"This doesn't even give a red card?"

"grass!"

"I will definitely appeal to the AFC after the game."

"You, you, you, and you, none of you can escape!"

"Do you still want to be a referee in the future?"

"There is no way!!!"

Faced with Zeng Zheng's aggressiveness, both the linesman and the fourth official remained silent.

Offending Zeng Zheng will result in punishment from the AFC at most;

But if they offend the Iranian fans at home, they may not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Zeng Zheng understands the actions of these referees, but it does not mean that he agrees with them.

In other words, he also hopes to take this opportunity to cause a scene.

Anyway, there is only so much time left.

We are not in a hurry either.

The longer the game is suspended, the better it is for us.

In this way, after resolving the dispute on the field, the referees persuaded Zeng Zheng for nearly a minute before "calming down" the commotion.

"Zhang Ran stood up. It seems there is no big problem."

"The game starts again."

"Blazevic is going to make the last substitution adjustment. It looks like he is going to make a last ditch effort."

"The score on the court is still 2-0. Although the Chinese team is leading by two goals, in fact, the Chinese team is actually leading by 2.5 goals."

"Because for the Iranian team, it is not enough for them to chase two goals. At most, it will be a draw."

"And a draw means qualifying for the Chinese team."

Speaking of this, Huang Jianxiang himself sighed softly.

A tie means qualifying.

Today, this sentence has finally become an advantage instead of a "weird talk".

After Blazevic made the substitution, Zeng Zheng also made substitution adjustments.

With a two-goal lead, Zeng Zheng did not continue to strengthen his defense, but replaced Li Jinyu and replaced him with Yu Genwei, who had not been used much before.

Yu Genwei from TEDA seemed extremely excited after playing.

He never expected to come to Tehran.

Being able to play was even more unthinkable.

When he really stepped on the turf, Yu Genweipao immediately transformed into a wild horse and started to have fun.

Maybe it's due to pressure from the fans, or maybe it's a coincidence.

The Iranian team, which was cornered, actually scored a goal at the last moment of the game.

In the 79th minute, Hashemian, who came on as a substitute, cooperated with Aziz on the right, and the latter sent a low pass.

Alidai in the middle made a deliberate miss, and Estilli, who followed behind, volleyed directly with his right foot and penetrated the gate guarded by Ou Chuliang.

2 to 1.

The Iranian players looked serious and hurriedly ran towards the midfield with the ball in their hands from the net.

After pulling back a goal, the Iranian team's offensive resumed.

Amid the roar of the entire stadium, they began to attack the Chinese team’s goal again and again.

First, Aziz sent another cross from the right, and Alidai followed up with a volley, but the angle was too right and Ou Chuliang blocked it.

Then came another long-range shot from Madavecchia, trying to blast the Chinese team's door directly from the wing again.

But this time, Ou Chuliang performed extremely bravely.

A single punch blocked the ball over the crossbar.

Time passed by one minute and one second until the fourth official on the sidelines raised the sign showing "4".

Zeng Zheng curled his lips.

4 minutes of added time?

You are really facing the home team!

But Zeng Zheng was not worried at all.

With a "1.5" goal advantage, do you really think the Iranian team can complete a comeback?

"snort!"

"Instead of believing that you really have that ability, I might as well believe that you bribed the referee!"

Zeng Zheng snorted lightly and went directly to the beach chair.

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But at the moment Zeng Zheng "lyed down", the whistle sounded on the court.

"Beep!!!"

Zeng Zheng opened his eyes, and what he saw was the referee pointing his finger at the penalty spot.

What the fuck?!

Penalty kick?

Seeing the referee award a penalty kick to the Iranian team, Zeng Zheng's eyes nearly bulged out.

It’s not just Zeng Zheng.

Everyone on the coaching bench realized the seriousness and rushed to the sidelines.

Fans from both sides in the stands also went crazy.

The entire Azadi Stadium was in a state of excitement.

"grass!"

"Did I really get it right?"

"Did you really bribe the referee?"

"I still remember that I didn't give you a red card before!"

"Give the Iranian team another penalty kick now?"

"You look too ugly when you eat, don't you?!"

Zeng Zheng was so angry that he jumped to his feet.

But there was no one around him who could let him vent.

The linesman had already realized how scary he was and stayed far away.

The fourth official also hid behind the crowd like a shrunken turtle.

"Oh?"

"That's not good!"

“It turned out to be a penalty kick!”

Huang Jianxiang's voice was also full of surprise.

"Li Weifeng did a good job with this goal. His arm did not leave his body. How can it be counted as a penalty kick?"

In the slow-motion replay, Aziz's cross hit Li Weifeng's outturned elbow and changed direction.

Although Li Weifeng's hands were not behind his back at that time, his arms were not spread out.

It can be said that this is also a standard arm fit.

But even so, the referee still awarded the home team a penalty kick without mercy.

After Zeng Zheng cursed on the sidelines to no avail, he raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the VIP stands.

"I heard that for this competition, people from Yazhu Curtain and International Pearl Curtain are here?"

While other colleagues were still shouting about injustice, Zeng Zheng took the lead to calm down and muttered to himself.

"That's not surprising."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Recalling the results of the top ten draw, Zeng Zheng suddenly understood what happened today.

This has been happening since the Big Ten tournament draw.

The Chinese team is the only one in Asia, which has created a "sense of crisis" for Yazhulian, which has always pursued a policy of containing things from the east to the west.

First, they "arranged" West Asia's richest man, Saudi Arabia, to "walk out", and then arranged for Iran, a powerful enemy, to be a stumbling block for the Chinese team.

In order to free up Iran to deal with the Chinese team, even Iraq was assigned to another group.

In addition, the referee's penalty today was obviously biased towards the home team.

Yazhu Lian's thoughts are like Sima Zhao's thoughts, everyone knows them!

After thinking about it, Zeng Zheng's mood immediately calmed down.

He sighed and smiled bitterly to himself.

"Boss Zeng, there is obviously something wrong with this referee!"

I didn't notice it for most of the game, and ended up stumbling on the Chinese team at the last minute.

Han Tao was so angry that his chest kept heaving.

I wish I could have Zeng Zheng report this matter to Yazhu Lian immediately.

"Xiao Tao, forget it."

Zeng Zheng replied lazily.

"Eh? Boss Zeng, what's wrong with you? This is not your character! Do you want to let them go like this? This is a slam dunk for us! If this penalty kick is scored..."

Seeing Zeng Zheng suddenly "shrinking his head" at this moment, Han Tao looked confused.

"I remember what the leader said."

Zeng Zheng said slowly, "All reactionaries are paper tigers..."

The leader said that the reactionaries are paper tigers.

Think carefully about the Chinese team’s experience in participating in the World Cup in previous years.

It's not so much the last resort of the boss, it's better to say that I don't have the strength yet!

Thinking about it on the other hand, if you have absolute strength, what if you make a "mistake" in one or two places?

A strong person has to make many more trials and errors than a weak person!

"Let him be!"

Zeng Zheng closed his eyes and even sang a southern tune.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided..."

At this moment, another roar came from the Azadi Stadium.

This time, it was more like a cry.

Before Zeng Zheng could open his eyes, he heard Han Tao shouting in his ear.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Zengtou, Zengtouer!!!"

"Pounced out! Pounced out!"

"Ou Chuliang saved the ball!!!"

Zeng Zheng opened his eyes.

He saw Ou Chuliang being hugged by the players in front of the goal, then he looked at the ball that had already rolled out of the baseline, and then he looked at Alidai who was kneeling in front of the penalty spot, burying his face in his hands.

I couldn’t help but complain:

"MD, the Iranian team is a sham, and the opportunities given to you are useless!"

"Can't even score a penalty kick?"

"Trash, fuck!"

Later, Zeng Zheng looked at the red flag that was dancing in the wind, and couldn't help but sigh:

"It seems that our strength is really enough!"