World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 8 Attack is the way to go

"Don't let General Fan kick the penalty!!!"

The game has been suspended, Zeng Zhengcai will not waste 10 redemption points for Qianli Transmission.

As Zeng Zheng's orders were passed from level to level, General Fan, who had just reached the top of the key and grabbed the ball, looked embarrassed.

Does this new coach have a problem with me?

Doesn’t this mean you don’t trust me too much?

Look at how anxious he is.

It's like if I take a penalty kick it will end the world!

"Brother Fan, this is the coach's instruction." Sun Jihai said solemnly.

"Nonsense, I'm not deaf or blind!"

General Fan flicked it off.

The ball in his hand hit the ground and bounced quickly, almost hitting Zhang Xiaorui's chin.

This scene was also captured by the camera on the sidelines.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaorui was young and respected General Fan very much, so he didn't take this matter to heart.

Facing Dayaya, a calm change of pace.

After tricking the opponent to the other side, he succeeded in pushing the shot into the lower right corner of the goal.

2 to 0.

The Chinese team's lead in the away game expanded to two goals.

In front of the coaching bench, Gu Mingchang applauded and approached Zeng Zheng to remind him.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, I understand that you want the children of Jianlibao to show off more of themselves, but you can't do that either!"

"General Fan is the captain and the first penalty kicker."

"As coaches, we still have to have the trust we deserve!"

"If you do this, won't it make it difficult for him to stand down in front of the whole team?"

"If this captain loses his dignity, how will he intimidate others in the team in the future?"

Gu Mingchang's implication was that Zeng Zheng's actions just now were a bit too unkind.

Zeng Zheng smiled slightly after hearing this.

"I'm not afraid that he won't be able to kick in!"

"Then what are you worried about?" Gu Mingchang asked curiously.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to bear the consequences of missing the penalty kick."

Zeng Zheng clearly remembers that the media in the previous life liked to focus on the players' pain points.

In order to attract attention and sensationalize, the headlines are always made up to mislead young fans.

What happened to missing the penalty kick?

How can the World Cup preliminaries be decided by a penalty kick?

Without the hard work and hard work of the players and captains in so many previous games, would it be this penalty kick’s turn to become the highlight?

Exactly what he said.

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

Zeng Zheng is indeed worried about history repeating itself.

But looking at the 2-0 score on the field, I started to think about it again.

Has my little butterfly already played its role?

At halftime, most people in the locker room looked relaxed.

Being able to lead Saudi Arabia by two goals in an away game is something that no one has ever imagined.

Zeng Zheng gnawed on a banana and sat down next to General Fan.

"Lao Fan, are you still angry with me?"

"Ouch, how could I dare? I'm so grateful to Coach Zeng for leaving me on the court. How could I dare to be angry with Coach Zeng?"

General Fan shrank his neck, clasped his hands together and moved his body up and down. At the same time, he shrank back, as if he did not want to have anything to do with Zeng Zheng.

General Fan was born in 1969, one year older than Zeng Zheng.

However, due to job restrictions, General Fan had to call Zeng Zheng coach.

General Fan was a little dissatisfied with letting someone younger than himself lead him.

Now, in front of more than 70,000 fans, he is making himself unable to get off the stage. It would be strange if General Fan is not angry!

However, Zeng Zheng didn't intend to explain to him, and he couldn't explain the matter clearly.

He is not very demanding either.

General Fan just needs to play as hard as he can in these two games.

"Okay, Lao Fan, let's make a bet."

Ignoring the disgust on General Fan's face, Zeng Zheng said to himself.

"If Iran loses the next game, how about just writing this off?"

Iran loses?

General Fan's mind was spinning very fast.

While the national team lost to Qatar, the match between Iran and Kuwait has also been settled.

0-0, Iran only got 1 point.

Currently in the Group A standings, the Iranian team has played one more game and ranks first with 12 points.

If they lose the next game, Iran's points will be fixed at 12 points.

12 points is not a natural chasm!

Instead, it means opportunity.

This means that as long as the Chinese team defeats Saudi Arabia this time and then defeats Kuwait at home in the next game, they can still qualify!

If Iran really loses, then the Chinese team that defeated Saudi Arabia will once again take the initiative in its own hands!

Thinking of this, General Fan's blood boiled.

At this moment, he forgot all about personal honor and disgrace, the coach's distrust, and the loss of face.

The door to France was what he most eagerly desired.

"Okay, it's settled!"

General Fan waved his hand generously and shook hands with Zeng Zheng.

As for what the outcome would have been if Iran had not lost, neither of them said.

Everyone knows it.

You resign, I'll go back to my club, and everyone will stay on the same page from now on.

But no matter what, in the second half of the match against Saudi Arabia, General Fan at least opened up his heart.

General Fan, who has no scruples, is among the top in Asia!

After taking care of General Fan, the locker room became completely happy.

Zeng Zheng said a few words briefly and asked the team members to relax and rest.

In the second half, they will continue to attack!

"Coach Xiao Zeng, Li Jinyu's position is too forward, let him move back!"

"Coach Xiao Zeng, why doesn't Li Bing defend? If he runs like that again, his stamina will be gone!"

"Coach Xiao Zeng, can you stop letting Ma Mingyu assist?"

After seeing the team's play in the second half, Gu Mingchang's jaw dropped.

It's reasonable for you to attack 1-0, after all, 1 goal is not safe;

But now you are two goals ahead, why are you still attacking?

Hurry up and deploy the defense line to defend the score until the end!

Seeing that the team was still pressing forward under the command of Zeng Zheng, Gu Mingchang was so anxious that his eyes nearly popped out.

"Coach Gu, please be patient."

Taking advantage of a dead ball, Zeng Zheng waved his hand and said slowly:

"I remember the game against Iran in Golden State. We were also ahead by two goals, right?"

In one sentence, Gu Mingchang almost choked to death.

If the battle in Qatar was the last fig leaf removed from their coaching staff, then the first game against Iran in the top ten was the beginning of Guizhou's lack of skills.

With a two-goal lead at home, he was charged four times in a row.

There is really no other explanation other than the incompetence of the coaching staff!

Chen and Gu did not expect Zeng Zheng to still let his players attack, nor did the Saudi coach on the other side.

Their counterattacks were obstructed by the Chinese team at all levels starting from the backcourt. They often passed the ball through the midfield and were no longer able to take a step forward.

As for the Chinese team, they also paid the price for this high-intensity pressing.

Zhang Xiaorui, Sui Dongliang, Ma Mingyu, Li Bing and Li Hongjun all received a yellow card, which is more than twice that of Saudi Arabia.

After Saudi Arabia's first attack in the second half threatened Ou Chuliang's goal, Zeng Zheng decisively chose to make a substitution.

Ma Mingyu, who had received a yellow card, was replaced by Li Ming.

Ma Mingyu came off the field slowly and angered the Saudi fans at the scene, and the stands were booed for a while.

"Hold your arms, jog, slower!"

Zeng Zheng seemed to be urging Ma Mingyu loudly from the sidelines, as if he was telling Ma Mingyu to get off the field quickly.

But everyone who could understand Chinese burst into laughter.

You Zeng Zheng, why are you so damaged?

After finally waiting for the Chinese team to make a successful substitution, the same scene reappeared just 2 minutes later.

This time, Zeng Zheng replaced Li Bing, who had no physical strength, with Gao Feng.

Li Bing really couldn't run anymore.

He staggered off the court and sat slumped on the sidelines. He didn't even have the energy to walk a few more steps to sit on a chair.

"Then who, come here and press Li Bing's legs!"

Zeng Zheng patted Li Bing on the shoulder, praised "Well done", then turned his head and continued directing the game.

Team leader Xu Hong was not dissatisfied at all with Zeng Zheng's casual shouting, and took the initiative to step forward and hold Li Bing's feet.

"Captain, thank you, thank you."

Li Bing took a long breath and lay on his back on the grass. He was really tired and paralyzed.

"What's the point!" Xu Hong said nonchalantly, "If Coach Zeng can score like this every time, I'd rather beat you all the time!"

"Yes! Coach Xiao Zeng is really different from other coaches! He is passionate and capable. He reminded me of those few moves I made!" Li Bing sighed as he lay on the ground.

Just as the two were chatting, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the stands.

Immediately afterwards, the Saudi fans' exclamations turned into sighs, while the Chinese fans continued to raise their voices and spread their cheers throughout the stadium.

The two of them looked up quickly.

Gao Feng, who had just been replaced, was surrounded by the players in the center.

That damn football appeared once again in the net behind Dayaya.

(End of chapter)