World Cup of Great Powers

"Sun Jihai and Yang Chen moved in the penalty area..."

"My teammates on the left are empty..."

"Li Bing is waiting in front..."

Sun Jihai waded over the ball, wiped his sweat, raised his head and looked desperately into the distance.

He had no doubts about Zeng Zheng's every reminder.

I just regret that my field of vision was not wide enough and I did not see the teammates who had an opening at the first time.

As the game passed by, Zeng Zheng's shouts became more and more urgent.

The players on the field are very aware of this.

No more goals.

When South Africa regains its composure in the second half, stop thinking about so many good opportunities.

Another long pass failed.

The ball was pushed out by the tall South African defender, and both Yang Chen and Li Bing missed it.

Seeing the ball flying in the air, Sun Jihai subconsciously stretched out his foot.

Relying on the instinct of the body and the experience accumulated through years of hard training, he was able to twist away from the South African defenders while also perfectly unloading the ball in front of him.

"pretty!"

Seeing Sun Jihai stopping the ball so skillfully, General Fan on the sidelines couldn't help but praise him loudly.

"Sun Jihai received a clearance ball from a South African player."

Huang Jianxiang looked at the field carefully, "What will he do next?"

Continuous long passes were cleared by the opponent, and Sun Jihai hesitated.

Is this really correct to hold people high and beat them high?

The next second, he shook his head vigorously again.

This is the tactic formulated by Coach Zeng.

And everyone agrees that heading the ball is our specialty.

You can't even penetrate the opponent's defense line with what you're best at. If you use other tactics, won't you be blocked by your opponent?

After feinting on the spot, Sun Jihai once again chose to hit the bottom.

In order to get rid of the defenders around him, Sun Jihai continued to speed up while dribbling the ball.

As soon as Sun Jihai accelerated, the opponent also accelerated.

Seeing that the bottom line was right in front of him, Sun Jihai glanced at the road and directly raised his right leg.

"Sun Jihai made a pass..."

"Duck it!"

Huang Jianxiang's words sounded relaxed, but the two people on the field were in an extremely embarrassed state.

The moment before taking action, Sun Jihai remembered Zeng Zheng's teachings.

So this deduction was completely impromptu.

He even deceived himself, let alone the opponent's defender?

The South African full-back made a sliding tackle and his body slid along the turf and out of the baseline.

Sun Jihai also put his hands on the ground and spread his legs to support his center of gravity.

Huh!

When Sun Jihai raised his head again, the "scenery" in front of him made him suddenly enlightened.

No wonder I was asked to deduct this!

Such a big space!

You can just stand there and prepare for a second before sending again!

Facing the endless vacuum in front of him, Sun Jihai hesitated.

What to do? Pass or lead?

Looking at the penalty area line very close to him, Sun Jihai still couldn't resist the temptation.

Pushing with his right foot, he dribbled the ball towards the South African team's penalty area.

"Sun Jihai dribbles the ball forward..."

"Walking into the opponent's restricted area..."

"Sun Jihai speed up!"

Facing the South African defender who rushed to defend, Sun Jihai subconsciously pulled the ball horizontally to avoid the opponent's attack.

This time he dodged, the ball was about to roll out of the baseline.

You must not let this ball go out of bounds!

Seeing the ball about to roll out of the baseline, Sun Jihai panicked.

Cutting in without permission is a huge "risk".

Although Zeng Zheng encouraged players to have "eureka moments" on the court.

But this comes at a price, and you also need to have strong abilities.

So Sun Jihai regretted it now.

In a hurry, he just wanted to get the ball back as quickly as possible and then kick it to the center desperately.

Suddenly, Zeng Zheng's shouting sounded in Sun Jihai's ears.

"Later point, Zhang Minghua!!!"

Kuroko?

Sun Jihai subconsciously looked up.

Player Wuyang Wuyang's in the penalty area.

Red and white are intertwined, and everyone is crowded together.

At this moment, a moving red figure suddenly appeared in front of Sun Jihai.

Young general Wanda's eyes lit up.

Tighten the instep of your right foot, aim at the lower right side of the ball and pick it hard.

The ball that had just hit the baseline flew high into the air.

It passed Hans Funk's desperately outstretched right arm and fell towards the far goal post.

boom!

Zhang Minghua, who was inserted from behind, jumped up desperately and used his dark forehead to smash the ball into the South African team's goal.

Boom!

The next second, Zhang Minghua, who could not brake in time, hit the pillar.

Buzz~~~

South Africa's doorframes are shaking.

Just like the hearts of the South African players.

"The ball is in, in, in, in, in!"

Huang Jianxiang could no longer control his emotions, picked up the microphone on the table, and roared wantonly.

Sun Jihai passed the ball from the baseline.

This time, it's not offside, right?

The referee blew his whistle and made a circle with his finger.

The goal is valid!

Zhang Minghua, who scored the goal, climbed up desperately holding on to the goalpost, howling like a gorilla, beating his chest and running towards the sideline.

The fans in the stands celebrated together.

"Boom~"

Lao Rong unscrewed the cork of the champagne and poured a full glass into the paper cup in his wife's hand.

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

The fans on the side also took a sip, toasted and changed glasses and laughed together.

“I really got in this time!”

"There is no problem!"

"In the 43rd minute, it was Zhang Minghua who scored the goal."

"The one who assisted him was his club teammate Sun Jihai."

"This is the Chinese team's first goal in the World Cup."

"Carrying the expectations of the Chinese people for forty years, it has finally been realized at this moment!"

"Zhang Minghua!"

"Zhang Minghua made history."

At this time, the camera on the sidelines gave Zhang Minghua a close-up.

The fans in front of the TV could clearly see that there was a deep red mark between his eyebrows.

Even his nose is red.

"Heizi is really hard at this game!"

"My face hit the goalpost, how can I not fight?"

"Heizi is also strong, he didn't faint even after being hit so hard."

After scoring the goal, Zhang Minghua ran all the way to the coaching area.

He and the assistant teacher and others who had already opened their arms to greet him, hugged each other tightly.

After hugging each one, Zhang Minghua walked through the crowd and came to Zeng Zheng.

Without saying a word, he picked him up by the waist.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, if it weren't for your loud voice, I wouldn't have known it was empty!"

"If you can't stand it, no matter how loud my voice is, it won't be easy for me to use it!" Zeng Zheng laughed.

Zhang Minghua's goal made everyone in the coaching staff feel relieved.

This trip to the World Cup was finally not in vain!

...

"Zhang Minghua's goal not only pulled the Chinese team back from the edge of the cliff!"

"We also accomplished our first goal in this World Cup - scoring a goal."

"Next, we have to keep up our efforts and try to equalize the score."

"With 45 minutes left in the second half, we still have a chance!!!"

"China team, come on!"

Huang Jianxiang's passionate roar pushed the emotions of the fans to the peak.

After scoring a goal, the roar could no longer express the excitement in my heart.

"Dong dong dong dong dong..."

Thunderous drumbeats sounded.

Every hammer hit the fans' hearts.

One by one, the middle-aged men were shirtless and their beer bellies were dyed red. They threw away their arms and used all their strength to hit the drum head again and again with their drumsticks.

Even though the flesh on my arms and stomach are trembling, and even my wrists are gradually unable to hold the drumstick...

But none of these crazy fans, whose bodies were no longer what they used to be, still didn't stop, squeezing out the last bit of strength from their bodies and spreading their cheers throughout the stadium.

The stadium is like a battlefield, with constant beating of drums and constant calls for attack.

The sound of trumpets, the sound of gongs and drums, and the roar of fans.

All the sounds intertwined together, breaking through the sky of Lescourt Park and drifting into the distance.

Zeng Zheng took a deep breath.

Looking at the fans from all directions who were moved to tears by the goal.

He knew that he had already moved a large part of the wheel of history!