Wang Peng's goal diluted the sadness of Shao Jiayi's departure. Almost at the moment of scoring, all fans forgot about Shao Jiayi's injury.
This is not about "forgetting one's righteousness for the sake of profit", but the honor that athletes fight for with their lives!
At this moment, Shao Jiayi also limped to the sidelines and hugged Wang Peng, who had just scored.
They are not competitors, but teammates on the same team, fighting for the same ideal!
"Wang Xiaodong passed the ball so accurately!" He Wei praised in the studio, and even had the tendency to become a "winter blower" like his master Huang Jianxiang.
"This position is already within Wang Xiaodong's shooting range, but I am afraid that even the Japanese players did not expect that Wang Xiaodong would choose to pass the ball."
"Watch the replay of the goal again."
"Wang Peng, who just came on the field, walked into the Japanese team's penalty area with ease. No one was marking him."
"Wang Xiaodong discovered this gap and kicked the ball directly over his head."
"Look, just this."
"Wang Peng didn't even jump, he just took a position and headed the ball towards the goal."
"With such a short distance, there is nothing Kawaguchi can do about it."
"Wang Peng is truly a blessed general!"
The last sentence of He Wei took the credit back. After all, Wang Xiaodong only assisted, and Wang Peng scored the goal.
If you pick Wang Xiaodong and brag about it, maybe another fan will write a letter of complaint.
But whether it was a goal or an assist, for Ma Fanshu in front of the TV, she only had Wang Xiaodong in her eyes.
"33, hey!"
Dad Ma on the side is confused. His daughter has been counting nervously since the beginning of the game, but he still hasn't found out what this number represents.
"Fanshu, what are you counting? Tell dad!"
"I won't tell you, hehe! 34!"
Looking at Wang Xiaodong passing by on the screen, Ma Fanshu clutched Wang Xiaodong's player gold card tightly. She was counting the number of times the camera showed Wang Xiaodong in this game.
Counting injury time, there are less than 30 minutes left in the game.
Zhu Guanghu sat on the coaching bench, his eyes fixed on the court.
"Lao Zhu, should we retreat now?" the assistant coach still suggested from the side.
"We are already two goals ahead. No matter how bad our defense is, we won't lose our two-goal advantage, right?"
"And now we have no substitutions, if anyone gets injured again..."
Zhu Guanghu sat on the chair and listened silently. In these ten minutes, his mentality had undergone earth-shaking changes.
At this moment, the assistant coach was buzzing in his ears like a fly, but he didn't stop him. Wasn't he the same before?
He finally discovered why the players didn't like to listen to him, and why the fans and the media were unwilling to accept his explanation. He "recited" passages from the textbook in a voluble manner, which no one would like.
Yes, the team now leads by two goals and needs to hold on to the score.
The coaches know it, but don’t the players know it?
Or, if all the players want to score another goal, but he tries his best to get his players to defend, wouldn't the coach become the creator of conflicts within the team?
Players need guidance, not orders!
After figuring out this joint, Zhu Guanghu's world view changed.
Sure enough, the team members did what he thought.
After Wang Peng scored the goal, he used the momentum to attack the opponent for a few minutes. After discovering that the opponent did not reveal any defensive holes, the players took the initiative to move the battle line back and place it near their own center circle.
"Hey, Xiaodong, stand back and leave the front to Wang Peng!" At this moment, Zhu Guanghu suddenly stepped forward and shouted.
Dong Fangzhuo waved his hand after hearing this and took a few steps back.
Seeing Zhu Guanghu calmly return to his seat and sit down, the assistant teacher's eyes widened.
What's going on today?
Are the coaches and players transgender?
Why does the coach talk less and the players become more obedient?
Only Zhu Guanghu knew clearly that he had just noticed that Dong Fangzhuo was standing near the front, so he took the initiative to remind him.
If Dong Fangzhuo doesn't want to defend himself, it will be useless even if he shouts to break his throat.
Through this smooth command, Zhu Guanghu's confidence doubled.
He began to try to think about the problem from the perspective of the players, and also began to think from other perspectives, instead of just thinking about the dogmas taught in textbooks.
In this way, the cooperation between players and coaches instantly became more tacit.
This wing alone successfully intercepted the Japanese team's three attacks.
As time went by, the Japanese team also used up all the substitution places. Their goals have also been lowered again and again, from the initial victory and qualifying, to equalizing the score and dragging the game into overtime, to finally scoring a face-saving goal and playing the so-called "own style".
Seeing the beating time on the timer and the blood-red 3-1 on the scoreboard, many Kawaii female fans in the stands with plaster flags on their faces had red eyes.
As the camera swept over, many old SP fans laughed loudly in front of the TV: "Just kick them until they cry, kick them until they cry!"
"It looks good if you kick and cry!"
In the 91st minute, the Japanese team tried to organize an attack for the last time.
Their players are like parts in a machine. At this point in the game, although they are a bit aging, they are still executing their tactics meticulously.
Shunsuke Nakamura controlled the ball in the frontcourt, waiting for the players to attack in place, and then looked for gaps in the Chinese team's defense.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong not far in front of him, Shunsuke Nakamura wiped the sweat from his forehead fiercely.
"Baga! I know there is a gap, but I don't believe the gap is so big!"
Recalling his hard work when he was young and the journey of the national team over the years, a strong sense of unwillingness emerged from Shunsuke Nakamura's heart.
Even if he loses, he will make his opponent remember him hard!
At this thought, Nakamura Shunsuke's eyes flashed.
Move the ball forward to the right with your right foot, trying to break through with speed.
Huh~~~
Wang Xiaodong guessed his opponent's intention. When Shunsuke Nakamura stretched his right leg to its longest stretch, the arch of his right foot changed from pushing to pulling, and pulled the ball back to his feet.
But just when Wang Xiaodong was overjoyed to break the opponent's bull's tail, Nakamura stood with his right foot in front of the ball, followed with his left foot and pushed the ball to the right again from behind, still choosing the right side!
Wang Xiaodong, who was shaken twice in a row, finally lost his position. When he reached out to pull Nakamura's jersey, the opponent's No. 10 had already accelerated away from him.
The host of TV Tokyo, who was not showing cartoons, his eyes lit up when he saw this: "Nakamura-kun has made a breakthrough!"
"Get over Wang Xiaodong!"
"This is a showdown between No. 10!"
"Nakamura-kun is victorious!"
"ちょっとあれ见なエースが通る (pay attention, the ace is coming)"
Seeing Shunsuke Nakamura's breakthrough, a familiar song suddenly sounded from the stands.
The Japanese fans wiped away their tears and sang loudly.
"This...this is..."
Shao Jia's mouth opened in surprise. Like countless teammates on the bench, he was very familiar with the melody of this song.
"This is the Captain America theme song!!!"
Dad Ma looked at the screen in surprise. Even a middle-aged man like him immediately recognized the music that could influence a generation of football people.
"すぐれものぞと街中騒ぐ (His superb skills make the whole city boil)"
Shunsuke Nakamura, who succeeded in breaking through, did not hesitate at all. He knew that with Wang Xiaodong's personality, it would not take a few seconds for him to catch up again and squeeze him away.
So after taking two steps with the ball, Shunsuke Nakamura pushed the outside of his right foot forward and pushed the ball to the feet of Naotai Takahara on the right side of the penalty area.
"Butterfly Samba!"
"Butterfly Samba!"
"ジグザグサンバ(Lightning Samba!)"
"ジグザグサンバ(Lightning Samba!)"
Under the loud shouts of Japanese fans twice in a row, Shunsuke Nakamura quickly rushed into the penalty area.
He wants to pass the ball back!
Naotai Takahara has attracted the attention of three defenders at this moment. There is no way, his position is too deep.
"Gao Yuan-kun, here!"
Takahara Naotai glanced at Shunsuke Nakamura who was advancing forward in the middle, with some hesitation in his eyes.
Because he also saw that Wang Xiaodong was also chasing after Shunsuke Nakamura!
"アイツの噂でチャンバも行る (The story about the ace spread like wildfire)"
"Takahara-kun, pass it to me, it doesn't matter, I can deal with him!" Nakamura Shunsuke roared loudly again.
Takahara Naotai gritted his teeth and pushed with his right foot, pushing the ball towards the penalty spot.
But due to this hesitation, Du Wei, who was on defense, stretched out a kick. The ball hit his instep and bounced high, turning from a ground ball into a high-altitude ball.
"それにつけても俺たちゃなんなの(Therefore he is everything to us)"
"ボールひとつにキリキリ武いさ (football, let him play like a fish in water)"
The sudden bounce of the football caught many people off guard, but Shunsuke Nakamura's eyes widened as he rushed to the penalty spot. Before the impact, he was already prepared to deal with anything!
Looking at the ball flying in the air, Shunsuke Nakamura stopped and turned sideways and backed away slowly.
In the wide-open eyes of the fans, a blue figure hung across the sky.
"Nakamura-kun!!!"
Seeing this gesture, the commentator of TV Tokyo suddenly lost his composure.
"He is going to..."
"dash dash dash, kick and dash (dash dash dash dash!!!)"
"Once you make up your mind, it's a lightning-fast shot."
"そんとき俺がスーパーヒーローさ (I will also become a superhero at that time)"
Shunsuke Nakamura's body stretched in the air. At this moment, the shadow of young football player Sora Tsubasa appeared in the eyes of the fans.
"Barb, shot???"
The fans opened their eyes wide. If Shunsuke Nakamura scores the goal, even if the Japanese team loses, they will still be glorious.
Just when Japan's No. 10 was about to hit the ball with his right foot, another red figure suddenly appeared in the eyes of Nakamura in the air.
“Oh my god, it’s winter???”
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong was just like Shunsuke Nakamura, with his body lying in the air and his right foot swinging fiercely.
The two of them were like mirror images. Except for the different colors of their jerseys, they were actually doing the same movements in the air.
Take off at the same time, turn sideways, and stretch your legs at the same time.
It’s just that the colors of the jerseys are different and the direction of the kick is also different.
"dash dash dash, kick and dash (dash dash dash dash!!!)"
"burning youth 駆け抜けろ(Chasing the burning youth!!)"
boom! ! !
Above the penalty spot, Wang Xiaodong and Shunsuke Nakamura hit the ball with their right feet at the same time.
At this moment, everyone in the stands stood up.
"Osora Tsubasa and... Hinata Kojiro???" the commentator of TV Tokyo stuttered. The scene in front of him made him frightened and familiar at the same time.
Bang!
The overwhelmed ball flew into the sky and rushed out of the Chinese team's penalty area at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Looking at the direction of the ball's flight, everyone knew the result of this mid-air confrontation.
"ah!!!"
Shunsuke Nakamura, who was in the air, flipped half a circle after receiving the shock from Wang Xiaodong. He lost his balance and landed on the back of his neck first, falling hard on the turf.
"Beep!!!"
"Team doctor, team doctor!!!"
Amid the panic, this time it was the Japanese team's doctor's turn to rush onto the court.
