"N-Nani...how, how could it be!"
Seeing that his carefully selected ball path was resolved by Sun Xiang in this way, Shunsuke Nakamura's face was filled with surprise and disappointment.
He couldn't figure out why Wang Xiaodong scored directly with such a free kick, but he was directly intercepted by his opponent.
"Hey! Is this all you can do?" Sun Xiang, whose waist was kicked hard by Nakamura, was still shouting in the penalty area, "Xiaodong invented this trick, of course there is a way to break it!"
"You little RBs have been secretly learning from us for so many years, haven't you still lost your memory?"
"Haven't you heard of the story of the cat and the tiger?"
Sun Xiang, who blocked the ball, was indeed a little too excited.
He knew very well that if he hadn't fallen sideways on the ground just now, Yang Jun would have been helpless against such a ground-cutting attack.
In other words, he was equivalent to blocking a goal from the Japanese team on the goal line.
Not only that, but what makes him even more excited is that the Chinese team finally played "something of its own". This is why he is still excited now.
For a long time, the national team has been playing football step by step. When to hit the bottom line and when to cross the ball, everyone is like a robot. They are not allowed to have any wild ideas or make some extraordinary moves.
This is also the case for some international players who have studied abroad. In the eyes of European clubs, these players from the East have become at most a screw on the court. They only know how to play hard, and their upper limit is extremely low.
But just such a simple human wall lying on grass undoubtedly helped Sun Xiang open the door to a new world.
If he had followed the coach's instructions, he might never have imagined that he could stand on the wall in this way.
Sun Xiang has a new experience every time he thinks back to the scene when he just blocked his opponent's shot.
Football can still be played like this!
For a moment, Sun Xiang had an epiphany. Next season, we have to go out and play!
...
"Oh, the Chinese team's defense is really clever." There was a hint of surprise in He Wei's voice.
"Sun Xiang!"
"Sun Xiang suddenly fell down behind the wall. After other players lining the wall jumped up, Shunsuke Nakamura's free kick hit him directly on the waist."
"It was a successful defense."
"It can be seen that the players are putting their heart and soul into it."
"Before this, Wang Xiaodong also used such a free kick to directly penetrate the opponent's door. Shunsuke Nakamura secretly learned how to attack, but he did not expect that we would have the back-up to defend..."
"This time, we want to praise Sun Xiang's defense!"
At this moment, Zhu Guanghu stopped shouting from the sidelines. He suddenly realized that the players under his command were no longer under his command.
These players have their own ideas on the court, especially some returnees. Their way of thinking is completely contrary to their own rigid dogmatism.
Some things that he thinks need attention are not worth mentioning to the players; some things that he thinks don't matter can often play a key role on the court.
He was even a little undecided about whether the team was attacking or defending at the moment.
The camera panned to the sidelines, and Zhu Guanghu, dressed in a black suit, was still sitting there meticulously, looking like an old god.
There was no yelling or dejection like before. He just sat there quietly, but instead gave the fans a feeling of "guaranteed victory."
"Yo? This old pig can do it today. He's commanding it well!"
"Don't mention it. After all, he is a coach who has been to Brazil, so he still has two brushes at his hands!"
"Well, I'm really impressed by this old pig's performance today. I didn't expect to be able to push the Japanese team, the two consecutive Asian Cup champions, to this point. It seems that the old pig is still quite good."
According to the past, when leading by one goal at this time point, Zhu Guanghu would ask his players to desperately retreat on defense and strive to protect this one-goal lead.
But now, Zhu Guanghu decided to "wait a little longer," "bear with it a little longer," and "take a look."
After easily getting the Japanese team's corner kick, Yang Jun glanced ahead and found that Dong Fangzhuo was looking back for the ball.
Without saying a word, Yang Jun swept the ball away and kicked the ball in the direction of his teammates.
"Lao Zhu, did Yang Jun hit the ball a little too rashly? Most of our players are still in the penalty area!" The assistant coach whispered in Zhu Guanghu's ear.
Zhu Guanghu actually had the same idea, but he shook his head and said in a strange way: "Everything has a cause and effect. Since Dong Fangzhuo wants the ball, let's see how the boys play."
Yang Jun's long pass just landed near the top of the arc in the middle circle of the Japanese team's half. Dong Fangzhuo ran into position and turned around and jumped, trying to grab the first point with his head.
However, Endo Yasuhito and Konno Yasuyuki, who had returned to defense early, had also rushed to the ball, and the latter leaped high with abundant physical strength.
boom!
Dong Fangzhuo and Konno Yasuyuki, who had just replaced him, collided in the air. The former did not touch the ball at all because he was suppressed, while the latter was interfered by Dong Fangzhuo in the air and did not reach the right position when he headed the ball.
Watching the ball flying away from his face and behind him, Yasuhito Endo braked suddenly and turned around to chase after it.
But at this moment, Shao Jiayi rushed to the ball at some point and took the ball away with one kick.
"Wow! What happened to Lao Zhu today? How can he predict so accurately?" The assistant teacher's eyes widened and he looked at Zhu Guanghu who was taking it for granted.
In fact, under Zhu Guanghu's calm appearance, he was also shocked inside.
"Damn it, Shao Jiayi is so lucky? Can he catch up with the Japanese team's two defenders being out of position and overlapping?"
But Zhu Guanghu didn't say any of this. He still kept his mouth tightly shut and watched the events and developments on the court.
Looking at Shao Jia's figure rushing forward with the ball, he suddenly felt as if he had discovered a new coaching method: Don't open your mouth after something happens, take a look before talking.
Shao Jiayi was still dribbling the ball forward, and soon he rushed to the front of the Japanese team's penalty area.
When Yu Komano, who was trailing at the end, saw this, he knew he could no longer retreat, so he hurriedly turned sideways and blocked Shao Jiayi's path to delay the opponent's impact.
If you are not 100% sure about the central defender position, you will not be able to grab it easily. Therefore, Komano Yuichi's purpose is to wait for his teammates to return to defense, and then form a double-team on the opponent.
Shao Jiayi swayed his left and right feet, slowed down his pace and stepped on his bicycle twice in a row, seemingly looking for another opportunity to break through the opponent.
He knew in his heart that Dong Fangzhuo had already tried his best in the battle for the top and had little chance of catching up. Wang Xiaodong was still in the penalty area when Yang Jun passed the ball, and with his speed, he might not be able to catch up now.
So what Shao Jiayi has to do now is to either rely on his own ability to decisively seek a breakthrough and see if he can get a chance to score a single shot; or to control the ball, or to pull aside or protect the ball, and wait for his teammates to come up.
At this moment, Shao Jiayi glanced sideways out of the corner of his eye, but all he saw were blue figures waiting for him.
He was not Ronaldo, and he ran for most of the game. Shao Jiayi knew that it would be difficult for him to break through and shoot in his current state. Seeing that most of his opponents were back in place on defense, he thought about taking the ball to the side and waiting for it. Let your teammates catch up.
Counting the frequency of Komano Yuichi's feet, Shao Jiayi suddenly turned his right foot to the left, grabbing the ball before his opponent stretched out his foot, and pushed the ball to the side in advance.
But just as Shao Jiayi moved his body to the left, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind him. While hitting Shao Jiayi's left shoulder, his foot also kicked Shao Jiayi's support like the opposite Komano Yuichi. on feet.
Bang!
ah!
With a scream, Shao Jiayi, who was double-teamed by two Japanese players, flipped half a circle in the air and fell to the ground. There were traces of blood on both sides of his shin guards.
"Ah, little RB is such a bastard! He's so cruel in the back!" Upon seeing this, the assistant coach stood up and cursed, with curse words coming out of his mouth one after another.
Zhu Guanghu's heart trembled when he saw this. He was responsible for the performance of the national team, but he was also responsible for the safety of the players!
Sun Jihai's injury was enough to worry him. Now Shao Jiayi fell to the ground again. Zhu Guanghu also stood up nervously, and his hands in his pockets began to tremble.
"Lao Zhu, let me tell you, this ball can't be played like this!" the assistant coach was chirping at the side, "It's hard for the opponent to make a mistake in his position. Let's pick up this ball and pull it towards the wing. How about waiting for our teammates to come up and support us?" ! What should we bring forward? It’s okay now, Xiao Shao may not be what’s going to happen this time!”
Shao Jiayi was injured, and the assistant coach was a little anxious now.
These coaches usually lead the Chinese Super League in China. After arriving at the national team, they only have the positions of head coach and assistant coach in name. In fact, they treat each other as equals in private.
The team doctor went up, and not long after, he put Shao Jiayi on a stretcher and carried him off the field.
Zhu Guanghu's face turned pale, but he still didn't say much.
"Wang Peng, come here!" Zhu Guanghu simply made arrangements for the substitutes, "After you come on the field, run around more and warm up your body before asking for the ball."
Wang Peng nodded. As a product of Wanda's youth training and a former national youth and national youth player, Wang Peng can be regarded as a well-established international player.
"Coach, that's all?" Wang Peng was a little surprised. According to Zhu Guanghu's previous temper, he wanted to break a second in half to use it during this time.
"No, Wang Peng, after you come on the field..." Seeing that Zhu Guanghu remained silent, the assistant coach on the side quickly came up to give instructions.
But before he could say a few words, Zhu Guanghu pulled him aside.
"Well, that's all." Zhu Guanghu patted Wang Peng on the shoulder, "You go up and play well, be careful, don't get hurt."
"Yeah!" Wang Peng looked at the two coaches in surprise, nodded, but said nothing.
The moment Shao Jiayi was carried off the field, he bent down, touched a handful of turf, and ran onto the court.
"Xiao Shao, how are you?"
"Coach, I'm fine." Shao Jiayi extended a thumbs up and grinned.
"The ankle is sprained and it's swollen now." The team doctor pulled Shao Jiayi's ankle aside and said simply and smoothly, "But the bones are fine and the ligaments are all connected."
"That's good, that's good." Zhu Guanghu nodded, "Xiao Shao, then you can have a good rest here!"
An injury of this degree will not send him to the hospital like Sun Jihai, but it can be regarded as saying goodbye to the Asian Cup in advance.
After the team doctor sprayed half a bottle of medicine on Shao Jiayi, he took out ice cubes and gave him a cold compress. Then he put him on the bench and started paying attention to the game again.
"Old Zhu, you can't keep playing like this!" the assistant coach muttered in Zhu Guanghu's ear.
"Xiao Sun is injured, and Xiao Shao is also injured. This game has injured two main players. Even if we win, we will still be left behind."
"You said you did too, but I just told Wang Peng a few words and you didn't give in. I know it's best not to put pressure on the team members at this moment, but we have to say what needs to be said!"
"Or wait until the game is over..."
Wow~~~~
Suddenly, a deafening cheer erupted from all around the stadium, and the entire Kuala Lumpur could feel the excitement in the stadium.
"What happened???"
The assistant coach quickly looked towards the field.
"Wang Peng!"
"Wang Peng on the 21st!!!" He Wei's surprised voice came from the screen.
"Less than 10 seconds after he came on the field, Wang Peng scored with a header from Wang Xiaodong's cross!"
"3 to 1!"
"In the 76th minute of the game, the Chinese team took the lead by two goals!!!"
"Coach Zhu Guanghu's substitution had an immediate effect..."
The coaching bench was delayed for a second, and then the assistant coach and other substitutes excitedly rushed to the sideline with their arms raised, shouting at Wang Peng who ran over.
Zhu Guanghu was trembling with excitement at this moment. When he took his hand out of his pocket, his fingertips were already covered with sweat.
He turned around and looked at Shao Jiayi, who was holding on to the water dispenser, barely standing up, and then at Wang Peng, who was diving into the arms of the substitute, and took a long breath: "A blessing in disguise, a blessing in disguise... "
