After falling behind in such a way, the Chinese team's offensive organization gradually lost its patience in the first half of the game.
Starting from the 30th minute, there were many meaningless forward passes.
No matter it was Gao Jiji, Zhu Ting or Han Peng, no one could control the ball.
Fortunately, there was not much time left in the first half, and before everyone's irritability reached the extreme, the game entered the intermission.
At the midfield whistle, fans in the stands put down their drums, flags and various banners.
Those who are hungry need to replenish their energy, while those who have water in their kidneys go to the WC to queue up.
Everyone tried their best to adjust themselves and strive to return to their best condition before the start of the second half to cheer for the Chinese team.
In the stands, a female fan wearing a baseball cap and a red flag painted on both sides of her face held her cheeks and stared blankly at the stadium.
There are some substitute players doing warm-up training in the stadium, including Wang Xiaodong.
"Eh??? This isn't Zhang Liang..."
A sudden sound of surprise sounded from beside him.
Zhang Liangying turned her head and happened to see a girl with long hair covering her mouth and widening her eyes.
"Shh~~~"
Zhang Liangying put her index finger to her mouth and blew softly.
Ma Fan Shuya also raised his eyebrows with a look of understanding.
In the stands of a football stadium, it is normal to meet all kinds of people.
This includes celebrities, politicians, officials, businessmen, students and other people from all walks of life. On the other hand, there are football fans in all walks of life!
Since schools and classes have to provide venues for college entrance examination students, Ma Fanshu also got a short "holiday" even though the high school entrance examination was about to take place in three weeks.
Other parents of high school entrance examination candidates wanted their children to review three years of courses over the past three weeks, but Ma Fanshu's father took his daughter to the Tianjin Olympic Stadium to cheer for the Chinese team.
It has to be said that Father Ma's education was indeed better than that of ordinary people in this era.
As a fashionable middle school student, Ma Fanshu recognized Zhang Liangying in disguise at a glance.
And she was smart enough not to call out Zhang Liangying's name out of excitement.
Otherwise, with Zhang Liangying's reputation, it would be impossible to watch the game well in the second half.
"Hello, idol, my name is Ma Fanshu, and I am Liangfen (beautiful powder)!" Ma Fanshu was so excited that he took out a blank notebook and marker from his schoolbag and handed it to Zhang Liangying.
"Idol, can you sign your autograph for me?"
Zhang Liangying took it and scribbled on it, writing his name on it.
"You are so well prepared, maybe you came prepared, right?"
Looking at such a professional signature tool, Zhang Liangying blinked after signing her signature.
Ma Fanshu, who had guessed his little secret, stuck out his tongue and told the truth.
"Hehe, I originally wanted to ask Wang Xiaodong for an autograph!"
"Do you like Wang Xiaodong too?" Zhang Liangying's eyes lit up when she heard Wang Xiaodong's name.
"Of course, ask the fans here, who doesn't like Wang Xiaodong?" Seeing Zhang Liangying's expression, Ma Fanshu also remembered something, "Idol, do you also like Wang Xiaodong?"
"Of course! I am the most loyal "Dongdong fan"! I like and comment on every post on Wang Xiaodong's Weibo!" Zhang Liangying said matter-of-factly.
"Wow! Idols also have idols?"
"Of course! As you said, who among the fans here doesn't like Wang Xiaodong?" Zhang Liangying stretched out her hand and flicked the brim of her hat, making a naughty face as well.
In this way, two "dongdong fans" who had met each other so late sat together and started chatting.
"Hey! Xiaofan, do you think Wang Xiaodong can play in the second half?"
When the topic returned from songs to football, Zhang Liangying focused on Wang Xiaodong again.
"I can definitely get in, I believe him!" Ma Fanshu nodded fiercely, with two cute little pear dimples showing next to his cheeks.
"Oh, I hope Wang Xiaodong can come! Oh, I also hope Wang Xiaodong can lead us to victory!"
Hearing Zhang Liangying sigh twice in succession, Ma Fanshu asked in confusion: "Idol, why do you sigh so much? Aren't you happy that Xiaodong is on the stage?"
"No!" Zhang Liangying shook her head and talked about what was on her mind.
"Yesterday I went to Dalian Jinzhou Stadium and watched a teaching match."
"An old fan sitting next to me pointed to the turf on the field and told me that it was this field that made them lose their dreams ten years ago."
"Dream?" Ma Fanshu tilted his head.
Ten years ago, she was only four or five years old.
"That was the top ten game in 1997." Zhang Liangying sighed, "At that time, the Chinese team lost to Qatar in Golden State..."
“Not today!!!”
Before Zhang Liangying could finish speaking, Ma Fanshu suddenly interrupted him.
Looking at Ma Fanshu's confident expression, a look of astonishment appeared on Zhang Liangying's face.
"We will not lose again today, we have Wang Xiaodong, he will lead us to victory! Wang Xiaodong, come on, Wang Xiaodong, come on!!!"
As Ma Fanshu spoke, he stood up and shouted to the audience.
Looking at the determined high school entrance examination candidates next to her, Zhang Liangying suddenly realized.
yes!
Times have changed, and this year is different from the past.
The national football team’s nuclear weapon Wang Xiaodong hasn’t played yet, why are we panicking here?
Isn't it just one goal behind?
With Wang Xiaodong's ability, wouldn't he be able to recover it in a matter of minutes?
Thinking of this, Zhang Liangying also stood up, turned her hands into a trumpet, and shouted to Wang Xiaodong on the court, "Come on."
...
The 15 minutes passed quickly. Many fans cried with joy when they saw Wang Xiaodong in the Chinese team's lineup.
"Sister Ying, look, look, Wang Xiaodong is here!" Ma Fanshu pulled Zhang Liangying and screamed.
"Yes, yes, Wang Xiaodong is here!" Zhang Liangying didn't have any idol baggage at this moment. At this moment, she also transformed into a fangirl, cheering for her idol.
Gradually, the entire Olympic Stadium was infected by this atmosphere.
Tens of thousands of fans at the scene chanted Wang Xiaodong's name in unison, causing the Qatari players who had played well in the first half to start to panic.
After Wang Xiaodong came on the court, the players immediately had a backbone.
In this case, the midfielder's control is greatly enhanced. For a period of time after the kick-off, the ball was kept at the feet of the national football players.
"Pass back!" Bai Xiaotian knocked the ball back and immediately moved to the left.
Seeing the bouncing half-high ball, Bai Xiaotian did not catch it head-on.
Instead, he turned sideways, leaned back with all his strength, and resisted the Omani player who came over to grab him. After the ball hit the ground and bounced up again, he raised his foot and pushed the ball behind the ball, and the ball was thrown away. Defenders.
"Wang Xiaodong got rid of his opponent with one easy move."
"In terms of physical confrontation, No. 8 Yusuf is completely at a disadvantage."
Seeing Wang Xiaodong get the ball, all the cells in He Wei's body started to stir.
He knew very well that the moment Wang Xiaodong came on the court, it meant that the Chinese team was about to start a counterattack.
Now he starts dribbling the ball forward, what does that mean?
Are you about to attack?
Is it about to take a shot?
Is he about to score a goal?
"The ball king Xiaodong handled it very smartly."
"Such a half-high ball is actually not easy for players to catch, but Wang Xiaodong used his experience and strength to jam the opponent's defenders, giving him more space and time to handle the ball."
"Actually, Wang Xiaodong's footwork has reached the level of top European players. If it were someone else to catch the ball, he might not be able to handle the ball so well."
After Wang Xiaodong dribbled the ball past someone, he immediately picked up speed with just one kick.
In line with Wang Xiaodong's long drive, the entire frontcourt players also started to move.
During the halftime break, Gao Hongbo had only one request, and that was for all the balls to be played around Wang Xiaodong in the second half.
After playing like this in the first half, no one on the team spoke up to object.
Zheng Zhi even wanted to take off the captain's armband and put it on Wang Xiaodong's shoulders, but this proposal was immediately rejected by Wang Xiaodong.
No. 6 Curry took advantage of the gap when Wang Xiaodong was dribbling the ball and suddenly made a move.
But Wang Xiaodong had no intention of taking it down. After catching up with the ball, he pushed lightly with the outside instep of his right foot, and the ball immediately came to the right.
After missing Curry, Wang Xiaodong continued to run forward.
"Wang Xiaodong scores the ball..."
"Leave it to Zheng Zhi!"
"Two-for-one!"
"Zheng Zhi chose to pass back..."
After Zheng Zhi took two steps forward, he spotted Wang Xiaodong's accompanying figure in his peripheral vision and immediately sent a cross kick.
But the next scene made He Wei stunned.
"Why?"
"Wang Xiaodong... leaked?"
Standing in the commentary box, He Wei stood up, stretched his neck, and watched as Wang Xiaodong suddenly stretched his legs and let the ball roll quickly between his legs.
The next second, He Wei's excited voice sounded from the microphone.
"Huang Bowen!"
At this moment, there was no one in front of Huang Bowen at the front of the penalty area.
With two central defenders facing the ball instead of catching it, Wang Xiaodong's mistake immediately disrupted the opponent's plan.
Huang Bowen, who was inserted at the mid-back point, immediately stepped forward after catching the ball, but just when he was about to swing his leg and shoot, Wang Xiaodong's voice came from the right front again.
"here!!!"
This roar was like a thunder, causing Huang Bowen to react instantly.
Looking in front of him, there were three defenders on the left and right trying their best to shove in front of him, intending to block it in advance.
In desperation, Huang Bowen subconsciously pushed with his right foot, and the ball slipped away from his heel in the horrified eyes of No. 3 Marconi.
"Huang Bowen goes straight!"
boom! ! !
This time, Committee He's explanation failed to keep up with the unexpected situation at the scene.
But this did not affect the reaction of the fans at the scene.
When the ball passed through Sakr's fingers and plunged into the net, the entire Olympic Stadium burst into roars.
At this moment, Gao Hongbo opened his arms, growled "uh uh uh" in his throat, and ran along the sidelines towards Wang Xiaodong in front of the baseline.
He just wanted to run to Wang Xiaodong as fast as possible and bite him hard on the face.
