After the start of the second half, Shunsuke Nakamura, who had just returned to the court, was a little strange.
Because every opponent looked at him with a strange look, including contempt, disdain, ridicule, and a hint of pity.
Shunsuke Nakamura hurriedly looked at the sidelines of the Chinese team. What did their coach say during the halftime break?
Zhu Guanghu was still sitting there, wearing the black suit. As an opponent, Shunsuke Nakamura looked bored and panicked.
"Such a coach should be dismissed from get out of class in retrospect, right?" Nakamura Shunsuke suddenly thought.
In Japan, the purpose of a coach's existence is to be responsible for his players and the team. Whenever there is a slight mistake in a major competition, it will be the result of a proper dismissal.
Zhu Guanghu's performance in this Asian Cup is really beyond praise.
Since he is not a coach, then he is a player?
Nakamura Shunsuke turned his neck again and looked at Zheng Zhi, Li Tie and other veterans. Finally, he focused on Wang Xiaodong.
Because Wang Xiaodong is one of these opponents who has never looked directly at him.
"Is it DONG?"
"What does he want to do?"
Nakamura Shunsuke's heart sank, and he had an ominous premonition.
"Okay, welcome back to the fans and friends in front of the TV. What is playing for you now is the second half of the quarter-final match between China and Japan in the 14th Asian Cup. I am the host He Wei."
"After 45 minutes of competition in the first half, the two sides tied at 1-1."
"In terms of ball possession rate, the Chinese team is 52% and the Japanese team is 48%. The two sides are evenly matched."
"The ratio of the number of red and yellow cards was 0 to 3. The Japanese team received 3 yellow cards, but we did not receive one."
"Although he did not receive a red or yellow card, Sun Jihai's injury left a big hidden danger in the Chinese team's right backfield."
"According to the latest news, Sun Jihai has been sent to the hospital for treatment. It can be said that he bid farewell to this Asian Cup in advance."
"We can see that the Chinese team still chose to attack with all its strength at the beginning of the second half. The overall formation was all in the Japanese team's half. It seems that they still want to grab points from their opponents by virtue of their physical strength after the start. At this time, we have to Pay attention, when the attack fails, you must pay attention to form frontcourt protection to limit the opponent's defensive counterattack."
"China team, come on! China team, come on! China team, come on!!!"
Seeing that the Chinese team chose to attack again after the start, the fans in the stands, under the command of Rossi, once again waved their flags to cheer for the team.
Wang Xiaodong was controlling the ball in the frontcourt at the moment. Two Japanese players stood sideways in front of Wang Xiaodong, one on the left and one on the right, one behind the other, nervously watching the ball at Wang Xiaodong's feet.
This time, Wang Xiaodong did not choose to risk a forward push, but directly passed the ball to Shao Jiayi who was receiving the ball with his back.
Shao Jiayi originally played as an attacking midfielder, but in this national team, his position was "squeezed" to the forward position by Wang Xiaodong, but this does not mean that he has no achievements in the attacking midfielder position.
With Wang Xiaodong attracting firepower, Shao Jiayi, who was holding the ball with his back, leaned against Suzuki Keita behind him and even hugged him backwards with both hands.
Just when Suzuki Keita wanted to get rid of Shao Jiayi's embrace, the former Guoan national football player twisted his waist, pulled the ball with his toes and turned to the right rear, trying to force the opponent away.
Shao Jiayi has excellent skills with his left foot, but Keita Suzuki is a proper right-footed player.
Suzuki Keita was extremely embarrassed by the opponent's sudden turn. When his center of gravity was out of position, he subconsciously reached out and pulled. Hearing an "ah" sound, Shao Jiayi fell to the ground.
The cheers of the fans in the stands suddenly stopped. One second, Shao Jiayi turned around and lunged like Superman, and the next second, he fell to the ground like a frail girl. The change in painting style not only made Suzuki Kei Tai didn't react, and the fans in the stands were also confused.
"Is this down? This is...eh? Free kick!"
Seeing the free kick awarded by the referee, the fans suddenly realized.
Good guy, it turns out you are waiting for your opponent here!
Wang Xiaodong once again stood behind the ball. Shao Jiayi, who had just won a free kick, stood by the ball like Wang Yousheng outside Zhaozhuang, tilting his head and grinning, showing off and showing off to the extreme.
"Xiaodong, how do we kick this ball?" Shao Jiayi asked impatiently after dusting off his leather feet.
"I remember in 1996, the goalkeeper on the opposite side received Carlos' free kick with his bare hands?" Wang Xiaodong suddenly asked.
"Uh...yes, there is such a thing." Shao Jia nodded.
Carlos' kick in 2002 was beyond the reach of Jiang Jin.
"In 1996, Carlos was only 23 years old, right?" Wang Xiaodong counted on his fingers. "At that time, he was already very strong on his feet."
Shao Jiayi still nodded, he had already vaguely guessed how Wang Xiaodong was going to kick.
"I am 18 years old this year, but Kawaguchi is already 32 years old... Brother Shao, do you think this is bullying the elderly?"
"No, no, no!" Shao Jia shook his head like a rattle, "The older the goalkeepers become, the more evil they become. Aren't there many goalkeepers in Europe who don't retire until they are 40 years old? According to this calculation, Kawaguchi can still play football if he is alive. Two Asian Cups!”
"Oh oh oh, so that's it." Wang Xiaodong looked like he was suddenly enlightened, and then he took a few steps back in a straight line.
"Xiaodong, do you need me for this ball..."
"No!" Wang Xiaodong shook his head gently, "I just want to see if Kawaguchi can survive at this age and catch Carlos' shot."
Seeing that Wang Xiaodong had retreated 10 meters away, Shao Jia shook his head repeatedly.
The 32-year-old Kawaguchi may not be able to catch the shot of the 34-year-old Carlos if he survives, but if he wants to catch the free kick of the 18-year-old Wang Xiaodong, he may not have a chance without risking his life.
At this moment, Shao Jiayi looked at the goalkeeper in black 26 meters away, especially wanting to ask him if he wanted to make an impromptu phone call on the spot so that he and Michiko could say what he had never said back then.
"Wang Xiaodong's run-up distance is really..." In the studio, looking at Wang Xiaodong who had almost retreated to the middle circle, He Wei first gave a wry smile, and then his face was full of expectations.
"Dad, why are Wang Xiaodong standing so far away?" Ma Fanshu asked curiously in front of the TV.
"Do you know Robert Carlos?" Dad Ma proudly gave his daughter some popular science.
"I know, it's the flying fairy he passed on to Zidane."
"Yes, that's that guy! He also had such a long run-up when he kicked a free kick." Then, Dad Ma gestured on the screen with two fingers, "Hey, no, Wang Xiaodong's run-up distance was longer than that of Carlos. Far away!"
"In other words, Wang Xiaodong is longer, right?" Ma Fanshu asked happily.
Any data that Wang Xiaodong surpasses his predecessors is very interesting to this little girl from the Northern Ice City.
"Uh...yeah, Wang Xiaodong is longer." Father Ma chewed on this somewhat awkward answer, hoping that his young daughter didn't understand the meaning.
"Hey! Wang Xiaodong is coming for real!" General Fan also looked forward to it in the stands.
"Good guy, how far back is this? People who don't know would think that Xiao Shao is here to kick this free kick!" General Fan laughed.
The Chinese fans are very excited, but the Japanese side has tightened their nerves and entered the highest level of preparation.
terrible!
What is that guy going to do?
Exit that far?
Can he really hit the goal frame?
Or is he just determined to kick the wall?
Who will be the unlucky guy?
Is this the Chinese team's tactic in the second half to kick our players off injured?
The wall of six people huddled together, terrified.
They all knew how powerful Wang Xiaodong's feet were, but at this moment, they were standing at the forefront like a death squad.
I have to say that RB people do have their own unique insights on not being afraid of death.
"Beep!"
The whistle blew.
Even the Iraqi referee stepped aside and looked expectantly at Wang Xiaodong's approach.
Being able to watch such a free kick at such a close range, even a famous European whistler may not have a chance.
Like Carlos, after the whistle, the initial run-up is a little bit of small steps.
In this way, you can adjust your own pace, calculate the distance to the ball and running route, and put pressure on your opponents.
As the small steps became bigger and bigger, the hearts of all the Japanese players in the penalty area were in their throats.
chua!chua!chua!!!
As Wang Xiaodong suddenly increased his speed, his legs strode forward, and the distance of ten meters disappeared in an instant.
beng! ! !
After the explosion, the ball disappeared from people's sight in an instant.
The camera lens subconsciously moved towards the Japanese goal, but still did not capture the shadow of the ball.
The human wall of six people jumped up and fell down together.
After landing, everyone hurriedly checked their bodies to see if there was any serious damage.
In fact, even they didn't know whether their jump had any effect, and no one even knew whether the ball had crossed the wall when they jumped to the highest point.
Among the tens of thousands of people in the audience, the one who could see the ball most clearly was Kawaguchi standing in front of the goal.
Unlike against Zheng Zhi, Kawaguchi Nokatsu gave 200% of his attention this time to deal with Wang Xiaodong's free kick.
From the point of view of the free kick, there is only a gap of just over two meters between the wall and the goal post. A slightly taller person can cover this small space with open arms.
Just when Kawaguchi was thinking about whether Wang Xiaodong's kick would be like the sky-defying arc kicked by Carlos in the 1997 Four Nations Invitational Tournament, he suddenly found that the ball was swinging towards him.
“Nani???”
Kawaguchi Nomi subconsciously stretched out his arms, exposing the pads on his chest, and faced the ball.
Years of experience told him that the ball swinging like this was not some kind of S-ball deliberately kicked by the players, but a normal phenomenon caused by the excessive force of the ball breaking away from the airflow.
Wang Xiaodong's kick was so fair. Regardless of whether it was directed at him or not, his first priority was to catch the ball first.
However, just as he opened his hands, a huge roar came from his chest.
The strong shock and collision sound shocked Kawaguchi Nouri. I was obviously reaching out for the ball, how could I...
Reach out, arch your back, tuck your abdomen, jump back, hold the ball, fall to the ground... This is a series of normal procedures for a goalkeeper when facing a shot from the middle of the body.
But now, Kawaguchi can survive. Before his back can arch and his belly can close, the ball plunges into his chest.
That can only mean that the ball Kawaguchi saw before was just an afterimage flying towards him.
"not good!"
After being hit hard on the chest, Kawaguchi felt another pain in his jaw.
Years of goalkeeping experience are telling the brain that even if the ball hits his sternum, it is moving in an uncontrollable direction.
The Japanese goalkeeper took a step back under the impact and subconsciously stretched out his arms to reach the ball flying into the air.
The severe pain caused by the impact prevented him from jumping up for a short time. He wiped his head casually with his hands like wiping glass, and then he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.
Boom~~~
The ball hit Nori Kawaguchi's chest and hit the underside of the crossbar. Under the direct gaze of the squinting linesman in the corner area, the ball fell directly into the inside of the goal line, then bounced up again and plunged into the net.
