World Cup of Great Powers

"You...why do you care what the commentator says? I let you say it on the field, on the field!"

Zhu Guanghu was so angry that he was shaking all over.

Such a good opportunity was wasted because you didn't say anything, but instead you cared about the commentator's pronunciation.

If this were done in China, no matter what, it would be charged as a "serious crime" of "neglect of duty"!

"On the field? What happened on the field?"

"That guy Dayu ejaculated again, didn't you see?"

"Long shot? Ah... you said that long shot just now! Isn't that good?"

"What the hell! The goalkeeper was holding down the ball all of a sudden, and there was no one in the penalty area who came up to grab the second point!" Zhu Guanghuqi muttered.

In this game, Zeng Zheng formed a "weird" formation of 3421.

Li Jinyu is the single arrowhead, behind him are Zhang Xiaorui and Sui Dongliang, and Li Tie and Zhang Ran partner in the midfield.

Wang Wenhua and Tao Wei are on the left and right. Although they are positioned in the midfield, they will fall to the two wings when defending. Wang Wenhua and Ma Yongkang on the back line shrink to Li Weifeng.

So if Li Jinyu takes a long shot, it means that there are no other Jianlibao players in front of him.

"Where is it! Coach Zhu, the commentator just now said that Dayu shot beautifully! He also exaggerated that Dayu shot the ball well!"

Zeng Zheng is very smart.

He knew that he alone could not convince Zhu Guanghu.

Since he didn’t understand French anyway, he just pulled the commentator over to block the gun.

"What's so pretty? What's so good? Why didn't I see it?"

"When Dayu caught the ball, there were two defenders in front of him, and two other defenders behind him." Zeng Zheng slowly explained.

"He can kick such a high-quality ball from so many people, which is simply not something ordinary people can do!"

"Look at the Argentinian goalkeeper who didn't even dare to hug him. He had to press the ball to the ground first and wait for the ball to bounce up before hugging him."

"This has proven that Dayu's shot is extremely threatening!"

"If the angle were a little more tricky, the goalkeeper wouldn't even be able to touch it!"

After hearing Zeng Zheng's explanation, Zhu Guanghu was still a little dissatisfied and angry.

He always felt that Dayu could handle the ball better.

Or you can stabilize the ball and pass it to other players, which may create other opportunities.

But more importantly, he didn't want to see Zeng Zheng "watching the show" from the sidelines like the "hands-off shopkeeper" anymore.

It’s okay for us to have different opinions on the stadium situation.

But the problem is that I will shout out and guide the players.

You, the de facto head coach of Jianlibao, can’t remain silent until now, right?!

"Xiao Zeng, let me tell you the truth!"

Seeing that Zeng Zheng still smiled and said nothing, Zhu Guanghu had no choice but to raise his hands and surrender.

"It's not Coach Zhu who is greedy for utilitarianism and anxious to win the championship."

"But there are some big shots here today to watch the match!"

"I came to Toulon to watch the Jianlibao competition despite my busy schedule."

"As coaches, we can't keep silent!"

"If people saw it, they would think we don't take this game seriously!"

Zeng Zheng looked curious when he heard this.

"Big shot? Who? The president is here?"

Zhu Guanghu rolled his eyes, "You really know how to joke!"

"Who is that?"

"Wu Lao!"

Zhu Guanghu said softly, and then gave Zeng Zheng a wink.

Following Zhu Guanghu's gaze, Zeng Zheng actually saw an old man over fifty years old with shaved black hair in the simple stands.

Among so many shouting and noisy fans, Wu Lao looked so out of place with his straight back.

People can tell at a glance that his identity is unusual.

"Why are you here, Mr. Wu?" Zeng Zheng frowned.

"Nonsense! This year we entered the World Cup in France, and Mr. Wu happened to be on duty here."

"Now that we have reached the Toulon Cup final again, people are here to support us!"

"What is this called...yes, this is the 'football rubber'!"

Football rubber?

Zeng Zheng curled his lips.

Table tennis diplomacy back then was also based on mutual needs.

Now the Chinese team is using football to compete with the French team?

What a fool!

Seeing that Zeng Zheng still looked unconcerned, Zhu Guanghu became completely worried.

"Xiao Zeng, you can't give up at the critical moment!"

"I've blown all the bullshit out of you!"

"I said that with you here, our Jianlibao will definitely win the championship!"

"You said that if Mr. Wu sees that we lose, then..."

Having said this, Zhu Guanghu suddenly closed his mouth.

Looking at Zeng Zheng's playful smile, Zhu Guanghu said: "Xiao Zeng, isn't this for your own good?"

"No, please don't! I don't need you to be good to me!" Zeng Zheng waved his hands repeatedly.

Good guy.

Are you doing this for my own good?

You are risking me!

When Jianlibao first arrived in Brazil, member Li Lao, who was visiting Brazil, happened to visit the Jianlibao base.

Zhu Guanghu was also very enthusiastic. Not only did he gather the team members to take a group photo, but he also insisted on asking them to leave a message or something.

In the end, Mr. Li only said a few words of encouragement and left in a hurry.

People like Zhu Guanghu and other mixed-system people are good at everything.

The idea of ​​seeing a big boss tampering with someone behind the scenes is really outrageous!

"Xiao Zeng, no matter what, if this Jianlibao can win the Toulon Cup, you will have face when you return to China!"

"And we entered the World Cup this year and received an invitation to the Toulon Cup again after 15 years."

"If we win, wouldn't it be a huge encouragement to our national team?"

"Ten thousand steps back."

"When we first came to France, we were only aiming to qualify in the group."

"Now that we have reached the finals, there is only one game left, why don't we give it a try?"

"If we can win the championship, wouldn't it be a successful conclusion to our years of studying abroad?"

After Zhu Guanghu talked things through logically, Zeng Zheng couldn't deal with it.

OK.

I work hard.

In the end, it turns out that I don't cherish the opportunity in front of me and become a deserter?

Seeing Zhu Guanghu still pointing his fingers at his side and talking in detail about the advantages of winning the championship and the disadvantages of losing the championship, Zeng Zheng felt cruel and directly exchanged it for a collective thousand-mile sound transmission loudspeaker.

Then he opened the props and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Kids, please work harder for me! A big shot is here to cheer you on. If you lose, it's up to you to explain to Coach Zhu when you go back!!!"

Suddenly hearing Zeng Zheng yelling, the Jianlibao players on the court were stunned for a moment.

"Damn it, just now I was thinking that I haven't heard Boss Zeng's loud voice after kicking for so long. Is he holding back his big move here?"

"Fuck, it turns out that Boss Zeng's voice is not broken! Then why didn't he say anything for a long time?"

"Wu Lao? How come such a big shot came to watch our game?"

"It's over! I'm panicking. How should I kick the ball next? Who will teach me?"

The Jianlibao team members were stunned when they received the news, and then started to mix garlic under their feet at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Here Wang Wenhua didn't position his feet properly and didn't stop the ball well, and over there Li Tie got a yellow card for his tackle.

It’s okay if Zeng Zheng doesn’t shout.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone was stunned.

Even more confused than the team members was Zhu Guanghu, who was next to Zeng Zheng.

"Xiao...Xiao Zeng, you...what are you doing?"

"Let the players get nervous!" Zeng Zheng shrugged, "Let them know that the big shots are watching from the sidelines. We must win this ball!"

"Aren't you deliberately creating pressure on the team members?"

"Coach Zhu, what are you telling me?" Zeng Zheng curled his lips, "Didn't you just create pressure for me?"