World Cup of Great Powers

Le Maire did not expect that the Chinese team would not compete for control of the midfield;

Vieira was able to tie the score with a world wave, which Zeng Zheng did not expect.

As Yang Chen's header missed the goal, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

1 to 1, both sides used a long shot to score goals for the team.

"The French team is so lucky. Can they get this ball in?"

Watching the replay of Vieira's goal, several members of the coaching staff shook their heads.

Vieira's powerful shot only made an S-shape in the air.

Ou Chuliang's second reaction was fast enough. Even though he had already touched the ball, he still couldn't completely block it.

"When did the Chinese team's long-range shooting reach this level? Or is that ZHAO originally their secret weapon?"

The French team also practiced in shock.

Zhao Jun's kick was not so much a well-planned sneak attack as it was a trick.

It crossed a distance of thirty meters and hit the inside of the post and bounced into the net.

Not to mention Butters, even Zoff was here, and he couldn't catch such a blind shot.

Except for Zhao Junzhe's long-range shot, none of the Chinese team's other long-range shots posed much of a threat to Butters.

In this way, the coaching staff of both sides returned to their respective locker rooms with regret and depression.

"Xiao Zeng, how shall we fight in the second half?"

Before Zeng Zheng entered the house, Chi Shangbin grabbed him.

"Continue." Zeng Zheng said with a serious expression, "We cannot fight for the ball when we play against the French team."

"That's right, you were right!" Chi Shangbin nodded.

With Zidane unable to play, not only the players are a bit distracted, but the coaching staff is no exception.

On the day he received the letter, several people strongly suggested that Zeng Zheng change his tactics and use this opportunity to engage in positional warfare with the French team.

Zeng Zhengli went against all odds and not only did he not accept these people's "suggestions", he also demoted Zhang Xiaorui, the tactical core of positional warfare, from his position to a substitute, completely ending some people's ambition to compete against the French team.

Now, 45 minutes have passed in the first half, and all the data on the court prove the correctness of Zeng Zheng's approach.

Even if Zidane is not on the court, the French team's ball possession rate is as high as 69%.

The number of passes, shots, and attacks greatly exceeds that of the Chinese team.

Completely demonstrates the strength of the world's top teams.

If the Chinese team really intends to play tricks and compete with the opponent in the midfield, even if the score is not lost to the opponent, the physical consumption will definitely double.

Instead of like now, everyone talks and laughs and still has the energy to fight and fight.

"Xiao Zhao, come here for a moment."

In the locker room, the players who were discussing among themselves were startled.

Then Zhaojun stood up and walked towards the door.

The team members looked at Zhao Junzhe's back and couldn't help but give strange looks.

"Is it still Xiao Zhao in the second half?"

"Or should Xiao Zhao just play the first half?"

The team members were talking quietly, and Zhao Junzhe had already walked up to Zeng Zheng.

"Xiao Zhao, how is your physical condition?"

Zeng Zheng could see Zhao Junzhe's physical exertion, but the actual feelings had to be determined by the person's own feelings.

"Boss Zeng, there's nothing wrong with it. It's not much more expensive than when I was in the youth team."

Zhaojun replied matter-of-factly.

"Well, you performed well in the first half. Apart from that goal, you still managed to complete the task I assigned you."

Zeng Zheng patted Zhao Junzhe on the shoulder, "But, I think your performance is not good enough!"

When Zhao Junzhe heard this, his legs instantly stood upright.

It doesn't matter if my performance is not good enough, but according to Zeng Zheng's words, do I still have a chance to perform in the second half?

Sensing Zhao Junzhe's full confidence, Zeng Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Your task is not very difficult. If you take it easy, you can definitely do better."

"Just like that goal."

"If you let go and kick, God will help you score goals!"

Zhaojun blushed after hearing this.

In front of the media, you may even sneer;

But in front of Zeng Zheng, he could only admit that the kick was a fool's errand.

In fact, he didn't expect the goal to go in.

I just followed Zeng Zheng's instructions and first looked for an opportunity to kick a long shot to scare the French team.

But I never thought that I would directly kick out a world wave.

Until now, Zhao Junzhe is still immersed in the joy of scoring a goal.

"I think you also know why I arranged for you today."

"As an attacking midfielder, your task is very important. You are the person who holds the torch and leads the other team members forward."

"So every time you touch the ball, it will determine how the entire team plays."

"You and Zhang Xiaorui lead the team in completely different ways, but I believe you have the ability to do this well in the World Cup!"

Listening to Zeng Zhengyu's sincere explanation, Zhao Junzhe trembled all over.

This is probably how it feels when a scholar dies for his confidant!

He was already very grateful to Zeng Zheng for replacing Zhang Xiaorui in the opening game.

And Zeng Zheng also proved with his actual actions that there are no direct relatives or close relatives in his team, only who is suitable for him.

In this opening match against the former world champion, Zeng Zheng valued himself so much. Zhao Junzhe felt the warmth of Zeng Zheng's palms on his shoulders, and his eyes became more determined.

...

"Looking at this posture, we might really be able to win!"

In the stands, Rossi sat in his seat for the rare occasion, holding the cowboy hat in his hand.

"Yeah, even though the French team attacked so fiercely, we also had several threatening shots!"

"If we keep playing like this, it's not certain who will score first!"

"Hey, tell me, if we really beat the French team, will qualifying for this group be safe?"

Fans were talking a lot.

As soon as the words "defeat the French team" were mentioned, everyone's faces turned red and their blood boiled.

On the other side, the European spectators also frowned.

They never expected that the opening game would turn out like this.

"Kevin, the latest news is that the odds of the Chinese team winning have increased again!"

"What? What about the others?"

"The odds of 0 goals in the second half, the total score of 1 to 1, and the total of 2 goals have also increased a lot."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It seems that even the betting company thinks that the two teams will score goals in the second half?"

"Yes, and judging from the odds, the bookmaker is even optimistic about 1 to 2!"

"Winning the Chinese team? Stop joking! This is the World Cup! Not the Confederations Cup."

"But, but..."

"Nothing to worry about. The French team will never lose to an Asian team in the World Cup! Never!"

...

Having said that, the start of the second half surprised all the European fans in the stands.

Because from the very beginning, the Chinese team went against the norm and launched a fierce attack directly at the French team's gate.

They no longer retreated to the midfield to defend, but actively pressed out and played very resolutely.

Whether it is a long shot or a shot into the penalty area, it is basically completed in 2-3 kicks.

Even if Butters kicks the ball towards the midfield, the Chinese players guarding the center line will try their best to get the header and then send the ball back to the front court again.

It has to be said that Zeng Zheng's attacking tactics at the beginning were quite effective.

He noticed that the French team's physical exertion in the first half was stronger than his own, and after they equalized the score near midfield, the players felt a little slack.

Coupled with a 15-minute rest, the French team's level of involvement in the game after the start of the second half was definitely not as high as that of their own team.

Soon, in the 48th minute, Zhao Junzhe completed a wonderful one-two with Wu Chengying on the left, and then pushed the ball diagonally from the gap to the top of the opponent's penalty area.

Facing the incoming ball, Xie Hui faked a shot and dunked, deceiving Desailly.

Without waiting for others to come over to defend, he directly kicked the ball towards the French team's door.

Butters flew sideways, but his fingertips never felt anything.

Just when the French bald man was desperate, he heard a muffled "bang" above his head.

The ball hit the post and bounced off the baseline.

"Huh, huhu~~~"

After landing, Butters let out a few deep breaths and was terrified of Xie Hui's shot just now.

"Come on, Team China!"

"China team, come on!!!"

In the stands, a burst of cheering sounded again.

"The Chinese team has seized on our weakness!"

Le Maire gritted his teeth on the sidelines.

"Zeng's observation is still so keen. He knew that we couldn't attack in the second half."

"Okay, then let's give up the court and let them attack first."

"Let's see how long they can hold on."

"As long as we wait for the Chinese team's attack to pass, we will be in charge of the rest of the game!"

Under the command of Le Maire, the French team began to shrink, leaving only Trezeguet alone in the midfield.

The Chinese team still repeatedly implemented Zeng Zheng's tactics and was never sloppy in attacking.

Whether it is passing or shooting, it is all completed in a short time.

As a result, the Chinese team did not have much time to control the ball after the start of the second half.

In most cases, they use the high position in the frontcourt to steal the ball from the Frenchman's feet.

Soon, an hour passed.

In the first 15 minutes of the opening attack, the Chinese team did not score a goal to expand the score.

In the 61st minute, Le Maire took advantage of a throw-in and replaced Petty with Miku, taking the lead in completing the substitution.

This is a very obvious offensive signal.

In the stands, all the fans were waiting for the moment when the French team took over the game.

However, what Le Maire didn't expect was that the Chinese team's attack had not stopped yet!

It's just that the pressing line has been moved from the frontcourt to the midfield.

Even the midfield is still too advanced for a team trying to play "defensive counterattack".

"What were you thinking about?"

"Does he still want to fight us?"

"Just these guys running for an hour?"

"Doesn't he look down on us too much?"

Zeng Zheng's attitude and actions left Le Maire puzzled.

After two encounters, Le Maire no longer regarded the young man in a suit as a newcomer who was inexperienced in the world.

He knew very well that every incomprehensible move Zeng Zheng made had a deeper meaning behind it.

Only time can explain the purpose of Zeng Zheng's tactics.

Although Le Maire could not guess, his counterattack horn had already begun to sound.

Micoud's appearance has greatly enhanced the attacking capabilities of the French team's midfield.

In the 61st minute, with the injection of new blood, the French team also found good opportunities in the frontcourt.

Under Miku's pressure, Wu Chengying made a mistake in returning the ball.

Trezeguet, with his long legs more than one meter long, rushed to Li Weifeng easily.

It looked like the French forward was about to catch up with the ball.

At the critical moment, Ou Chuliang rushed out of the penalty area.

A straight tackle fell to the ground and scooped the ball out first.

However, Trezeguet's coverage area was too large, leaping high, and he just blocked the ball scooped out by Ou Chuliang.

After landing, Trezeguet tapped back with his right foot.

Before Li Weifeng's tackle, he passed the ball back to Miku who was following.

Facing the incoming ball, Miku took advantage of the situation and took a lob shot.

The ball drew an arc in the air, passed over the head of Ou Chuliang, who was chasing after him, and flew straight to the Chinese team's empty goal.

Ou Chuliang has no way to save himself.

Fortunately, Sun Jihai, who had already returned to the goal line, stretched his neck and pushed the ball out of the sideline with his head.

If it weren't for Sun Jihai, this goal would have been scored by the French team.

"...Miku lobs..."

"Sun Jihai!"

"Oh ha! Fortunately it's Sun Jihai!"

"Sun Jihai headed Miku's lob in front of the goal line."

"If it weren't for Sun Jihai, this goal would have been scored."

"After attacking for more than ten minutes in the second half, the Chinese team's defense was inevitably a little loose."

"This time I was almost beaten by the French team..."

After this ball, the game began to get tense.

The French team began to exert its strength and attacked one wave after another.

In the 65th minute, the Chinese team committed a foul at the front of the penalty area and gave the opponent a free kick in the frontcourt.

Miku, who just came on the field, took a free kick and went directly to the goal. Ou Chuliang made a wonderful sideways dive and blocked the ball out of the baseline.

The subsequent corner kick caused another chaos in the Chinese team's penalty area.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking at the players jumping up and down in the penalty area, Le Maire breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned back to his seat, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and took a gulp of water.

Although he hasn't scored a goal yet.

But judging from the French team's recent attacks, the team is already on the right track according to its own wishes.

It's just time to score a goal.

But he never thought that before his butt could settle down, the Chinese team's attack came again.

This time, facing the French team, which had already returned to their respective positions, Sun Jihai directly launched a long pass from the right backfield.

Playing a long ball so high and so far from this position has a sense of "weak offense".

Seeing that the Chinese team started to attack in this way, several assistant coaches of the French team didn't take it to heart.

However, no one expected that the ball cut through the sky and came to Yang Chen's feet.

The Bundesliga striker was not only one position ahead of the other French defenders, but he also stretched his instep and directly unloaded the ball at his feet.

Such a wonderful stop made the French defender stunned and hurriedly stepped forward to double-team the defender.

Facing the opponent's double-team, Yang Chen dodged around in a small area, made two consecutive fake moves, turned around, and pushed with his right foot.

Fortunately, Butters reacted in time and kept the ball away.

Li Jinyu, who followed up on the other side, pushed the ball directly over the crossbar.

"Ah this..."

If Li Jinyu hadn't got his feet right, Butters wouldn't have been able to defend him.

In other words, the Chinese team almost scored a goal?

Flamel couldn't sit still.

Have the Chinese not given up the attack yet?

Or is it that the kick just now was covered?

It was clear that his own players had returned to defense just now, and Sun Jihai also adopted a long pass from the backcourt, an offensive method with a low success rate.

But even with such an attack, the Chinese team failed and almost scored a goal.

What's the point?

Is it blind?

Or did they rehearse it in advance?

Le Maire glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw several Chinese players warming up on the other side.

The Chinese team is also about to make a substitution!

This is a signal!

But who to replace?

Offensive or defensive?

If it were Le Maire, when the attack failed and the opponent's offensive started, he would definitely put on a defensive player in a key position to temporarily contain the opponent's attack.

But, would Zeng Zheng do this?

If he does this, who will be replaced in which position?

Just as Le Maire was thinking, in the 69th minute, Sun Jihai came in from the right and then cut in and passed low.

Sun Jihai, who did not choose to pass from the bottom, really caught his opponent off guard.

After the ball came to Zhao Jun's feet, there was no defender around him.

Take the ball, turn around, look up and watch your teammates.

Facing the charging French defender, Zhao Jun made a diagonal kick and accurately sent the ball to Yang Chen's feet.

Yang Chen stopped the ball with his left foot and shot a low shot with his right heel.

"Whoosh!"

The ball stuck to the turf and went straight to the lower right corner of the French team's goal.

"Zhaojun turned around..."

"Straight through..."

"As soon as Yang Chen stops..."

"Shoot..."

"The ball went in!!!"

"70th minute!"

"The 20th minute!"

"2 to 1!"

"The Chinese team expanded the score again!"

"Yang Chen!"

"Yang Chen scored his first goal of this World Cup."

"The one who assisted him was Zhao Junzhe."

"Zhao Junzhe has already made one pass and one shot in this game, and both of the Chinese team's goals were related to him."

"Bravo."

"Zhao Junzhe's pass was like a scalpel, directly penetrating the French team's defense."

"Yang Chen made a slight adjustment after stopping the ball, and the ball was equivalent to a direct one-shot goalkeeper."

"Zhao Junzhe is in really good shape today."

"What a surprise!!!"

Le Maire did not expect to concede the ball early again.

What he didn't expect was that Zeng Zheng would be replaced at this moment.

"What?"

"The one he replaced turned out to be Zhang???"

Looking at Zhang Xiaorui who high-fived Li Jinyu and then ran onto the court, Le Maire looked shocked.

Before the game, he had already done at least three tactics to contain Zhang Xiaorui.

But they were all of no use.

Now, these tactics could have worked.

But at this juncture, Le Maire himself retreated.

Why did he change to Zhang?

Why did he change to Zhang?

Unknowingly.

Without Zidane, Le Maire did not lead the French team to play his own style. Instead, he began to be led by Zeng Zheng little by little.

In the stands, some fans saw the clues.

Only the coaching staff of the French team is deeply involved, and the authorities are confused.

Soon, Zhang Xiaorui confirmed the role of his presence with actual actions.

In the 72nd minute, the Chinese team quickly took a throw-in.

Li Tie stopped the ball with his chest and handed the ball back to Sun Jihai again.

After Sun Jihai got the ball, he moved forward and immediately found Zhang Xiaorui, who had just come on.

Zhang Xiaorui pushed with his left foot and seemed to be going for a one-two with Sun Jihai.

However, two French players had already followed Sun Jihai and ran out, but the ball did not roll over.

In front of the upper right corner of the penalty area, Zhang Xiaorui turned around slowly after shaking off his opponent, then moved his right foot and transferred the ball directly to the other side of the court.

Seeing the ball flying to Wu Chengying's feet accurately, Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but sigh:

"Look, this is Zhang Xiaorui's ability."

"Broad vision, calm handling, accurate passing."

"With every turn and pass, Zhang Xiaorui already feels like a world-class midfield master."

During the comment period, Wu Chengying stepped forward and came to the vertical line of the penalty area.

Until then, the French team defender arrived belatedly.

Facing the French defender who was still several steps away from him, Wu Chengying, who had already found a good target, moved his right foot and passed the ball directly to the goal.

"Wu Chengying catches the ball..."

"Pass the ball in..."

"Xie Hui header..."

"pretty!!!"

"3 to 1!!!"

"The ball went in!"

"The ball went in again!"

"It was Xie Hui who scored the goal!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This header is almost fatal!"

"Less than two minutes after the Chinese team took the lead again, the Chinese team scored again."

"The Chinese team scored again!"

"This goal almost sealed the victory for the Chinese team."

"We can see that the scene has been dyed red by Chinese fans."

"Oh my God, it's incredible."

"Two goals in three minutes?"

"To be honest, I haven't reacted yet."

“It’s simply wonderful.”

"Both goals came from clever coordination by the frontcourt players."

"Let's watch the replay."

"After Zhang Xiaorui turned around with a fake pass, he started to lead the French team by the nose."

"Wu Chengying's precise cross made Xie Hui feel extremely comfortable."

"Look, Butters didn't react at all to this ball."

"The ball hit the goal line and bounced into the net."

"3 to 1!"

"The Chinese team leads the French team by two goals!"

At this stage of the game, the faces of the European fans in the stands were extremely ugly.

Everyone is waiting for the French team to take over the next thirty minutes of the game.

Who knew that in just three minutes, the French team would collapse?

Two goals in 3 minutes, how did the Chinese team do it?

Looking at the offensive trajectories of these two goals, it feels the same as before?

Why did it get in?

The fans don't understand, but the photographers do.

They quickly found the coaching benches of both teams. Le Maire's wide-eyed hindsight was in stark contrast to Zeng Zheng's smile, which showed he had a winning chance.

"The Chinese team has long expected this moment!"

The Sky Sports commentator sighed.

"They have never been satisfied with just one point in the opening game, as the media said."

"From the very beginning, they wanted to defeat the world champion."

"Although I don't know if it was because of Zidane's unexpected departure that the Chinese had the idea of ​​defeating the French team, but at least in the current game, the French team is already at a disadvantage."

"If they want to get three points, they have to score at least three goals in the next 20 minutes."

"So will the Chinese team give them this opportunity?"

of course not!

As before, Zeng Zheng immediately chose to make a substitution after scoring the goal.

This time, Zeng Zheng replaced the goal hero Yang Chen with Yang Pu.

What does it mean to replace a defender with a forward?

It couldn't be more obvious!

There is not much to say about the French team.

Le Maire also started to give it a try early.

Trezeguet was replaced with Cisse, and Vieira was replaced with Makelele.

Henry's position has moved forward, from 4231 to 4132.

Facing the French team's indiscriminate bombardment, the Chinese team held firm.

One ball is not safe, two balls is very safe.

Zeng Zheng made up his mind not to send anyone to attack again.

There were a few counterattacks, but only Zhang Xiaorui and Xie Hui ran forward.

Even if you advance, if you don't advance, you will be knocked down, and you will immediately return to defense.

In the 89th minute, goal scorer Xie Hui was also replaced by Zheng Zhi.

Xie Hui's smiling expression in the camera made everyone think that the Chinese team would win the opening game.

Just as the Chinese team was preparing to celebrate their victory, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

In the 90th minute, Li Tie committed a tackle foul and gave his opponent a free kick from 30 meters away.

Just when everyone thought Makelele would drop the ball into the penalty area, they never thought that the alert French midfielder would actually send a through ball and pass it to Djorkaeff who was running on the side.

Djorkaeff caught the ball in front of the arc in the penalty area, shook Zhang Xiaorui away, and decisively volleyed with his left foot.

The ball bounced and hit the ground. Ou Chuliang fought hard to save the ball with his vision blocked, but still could not prevent the ball from entering the net.

2 to 3!

The French team got a goal back.

Seeing the goal, Le Maire and his French team revived their chances of equalizing the score.

Henry and others held the ball and jogged all the way back to the midfield.

The original 3 minutes of stoppage time was extended to more than 4 minutes due to the French's indiscriminate bombardment.

In the 94th minute, Butters took a free kick from the backcourt.

Vieira made a desperate header and got ahead of Zheng Zhi and Li Tie, using the back of his head to push the ball into the penalty area.

As soon as Henry caught the ball with his crotch, four defenders immediately surrounded him.

During the melee, Henry forced the ball to Cisse on the other side.

However, before Cisse could reach out to shoot, Zheng Zhi, who was chasing after him, scooped the ball away.

This is in a restricted area!

Zheng Zhi, who was chasing back from the top of the penalty area, dared to tackle the ball from this position, which made Huang Jianxiang's heart almost jump out of his throat.

"Danger!!"

"Zheng Zhi..."

"Shovel the ball out."

"besides..."

Facing Zheng Zhi and Wu Chengying who rushed out of the penalty area, Lizarazu also rushed up from the side and directly kicked the ball into the penalty area again.

Facing the incoming ball, General Fan and Henry jumped high.

boom!

The two people hit the ball one after another, but the ball still did not fly towards the Chinese team's goal.

Wiltord in the penalty area on the right got the ball and stepped on his bicycle, trying to shake away Sun Jihai who was chasing him.

However, Sun Jihai was able to move away, but Li Tie, who was coming over from the other side, was firmly stuck.

Seeing that the connection between himself and the ball was cut off by Li Tie, the last glimmer of hope in Wiltord's heart was shattered.

Bang!!!

Li Tie flew up and kicked the ball directly towards the French half.

Looking at the ball flying away above his head, the referee Bujesem blew his whistle directly.

Beep beep, beep!!!

"The game is over!"

Huang Jianxiang roared angrily.

"At this time, the referee finally blew the whistle to end the game."

"Fans can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"3 to 2!!!"

"The Chinese team won the first game of the group stage of this World Cup and also the opening game."

"Let us congratulate the Chinese team, congratulate coach Zeng, and congratulate the hard-working players on the field."

"Once again we beat the world champions!!!"