Too much alcohol will cause liver cirrhosis, too much sand will cause desertification, and if you can't control your temper, you will become emotional. If you annoy Zheng Zhi on the court, you will become Zheng Zhihua.
This is not a joke, but a fact.
Before the 2006 World Cup, the Chinese team played a friendly match with the French team.
Because of frequent contact with Zheng Zhi, French international Cisse was eventually transformed by Zheng Zhi.
That painful experience not only caused Cisse to miss the World Cup, but also directly caused his career to fall off a cliff.
Since then, Cisse's condition has plummeted, and he has never been able to stand up in football again.
When he heard Wang Xiaodong mention the words "Zheng Zhihua", Zheng Zhi was still a little embarrassed, hesitant, and even blushed.
But when he saw the bruises on Wang Xiaodong's calf, Zheng Zhi's eyes changed.
"Xiaodong, just play football well, your brother Zheng will take care of the rest!"
"NN what a bear!"
"Let's see who is tougher!"
...
Dui kept shouting on the sidelines for fear that the players would be frightened.
After seeing Nigeria's fighting intensity, many players began to play cautiously, fearing that they would also become the opponent's main target.
In the 12th minute, Isaac forced a breakthrough outside the penalty area and chose a hard kick.
Zhao Xuri on the side felt as if he had been thrown away by his opponent for a century. Before he could reach out, he was rushed by the opponent.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly shot out of the middle and slammed into Isaac from the side.
"Issac breaks through..."
"Zheng Zhi!"
In the studio, Huang Jianxiang exclaimed.
In the zoomed-in shot, Zheng Zhi not only collided with his opponent with his shoulder, but also hit the ball desperately with his raised left leg.
Bang bang!
Such a decisive and swift collision prevented Isaac from reacting at all. The ball at his feet was kicked out of bounds by Zheng Zhi before he could even move.
"Beep!!!"
The referee whistle sounded.
Seeing Isaac's fall, he shook his head and directly awarded a foul ball.
this...
Isaac fell a little confused.
He sat on the ground and wanted the referee to take out the card.
But the referee from Hungary had already turned his head and ran towards the court.
After touching his tail bone, which he almost broke, Isaac reluctantly got up from the ground.
Since the referee won't "help" you, you can always show off your power, right?
When Isaac wanted to threaten Zheng Zhi with his fierce eyes, he found that the other person's eyes were even more fierce than his own.
At this moment, Zheng Zhi's two eyeballs almost burst out of their sockets, and the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
He looked ferocious, like a judge from hell.
However, Zheng Zhi's fierce face was not directed at Isaac, but at Zhao Xuri, who had just been passed.
"Brother Zheng, I..."
Before Zhao Xuri could say anything, Zheng Zhi responded immediately.
"What did you do for food just now? Are you being punished?"
"Be excited, this is the semi-finals!"
"And even if the other party wants to go over, you still have to show me your moves, you know?"
"We can't let them pass easily!"
"understand?"
Zhao Xuri had never seen Zheng Zhi look so fierce, nodding his head like a chicken eating rice, and kept saying: "I know, I know."
The two sides played for fifteen or six minutes, and both simply adapted to the other's rhythm.
Especially after Zheng Zhi's sudden "outbreak", the scene in the midfield gradually stabilized a lot.
Even if Wang Xiaodong is not in the defense zone, it is rarely broken by Nigerian players.
This group of gangsters looked at Zheng Zhi who knocked people down time and time again with the ball, and their brains were a little short-circuited.
What's wrong with this guy?
Going crazy?
Is he playing football?
Or work hard?
With Zheng Zhi helping him share the firepower, Wang Xiaodong felt a lot more relaxed.
In addition, Dong Fangzhuo also began to withdraw continuously, and the connection between the midfield and the frontcourt became much closer.
In the 17th minute, Wang Xiaodong passed the ball to Dong Fangzhuo's head.
The latter headed the ball and hit a rebound that hit the ground.
However, the Nigerian goalkeeper was very focused and held the ball directly.
The next second, the goalkeeper with No. 1 on his back took two steps forward and threw the ball directly over Wang Xiaodong's head.
Oh, hey, he's quite energetic!
Amid Zhan Jun's low shouts, Wang Xiaodong rushed back to the center circle and jumped high.
His elbow almost pressed on Taiwo's shoulder, and he took the lead to win the header.
"Zhu Ting!"
"two points!"
After Zhu Ting and Oden Wenji bumped into each other twice, their physical disadvantages were extremely obvious.
Odenwenji elbowed Zhu Ting away, then stopped the ball with his chest.
After stopping the ball, Odenwenji turned around and tried to drive the ball straight into the Chinese team's penalty area.
The ball hit Li Weifeng's leg and deflected, bouncing to the feet of Mikel, who was unguarded on the other side.
The Chinese team's defense was shocked when they saw this and rushed towards Mikel.
However it was still a step too late.
Mikel ran forward with the ball and was about to rush into the penalty area.
At this moment, another figure slid across the turf.
Bang!
This time, Mikel's whole body was pressed against Zheng Zhi.
Feng Xiaoting quickly ran over and kicked the ball out of the sideline.
"Beep!!!"
This time, even the host country and the referee can no longer turn a blind eye.
After Zheng Zhi got up, a yellow card flashed above his head.
Yellow card!
Looking at the yellow card above his head, Zheng Zhi did not argue.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was still a fierce look on his face.
"It was so dangerous just now!"
"If Zheng Zhi hadn't made the tackle in time, Mikel would have dribbled the ball into the penalty area and made a one-on-one goal!"
"But Zheng Zhi also received a yellow card for this."
"According to the rules of the Olympic Games, Zheng Zhi has been suspended due to accumulated yellow cards."
"In other words, even if the Chinese team can win this game, he will not be able to play in the next final."
After Huang Jianxiang praised Zheng Zhi's decisive tackle, he lowered his voice and explained the meaning behind the yellow card.
After receiving the card, Zheng Zhi did not give any explanation to the referee, but went straight to Zhu Ting and patted his waist and crotch hard with his hand.
"Stand up!"
"Use more effort here!"
"You can't let the other party get past you easily, you know?"
Even though he had taken the card, Zheng Zhi still tried his best to wake up his teammates.
And every time Zheng Zhi pointed out the shortcomings of his teammates, he used words and deeds to tell them what they should do and how to do it.
If Zhu Ting had been more decisive and shoveled earlier, it might have just been an ordinary foul.
It will neither give the opponent a free kick that can directly threaten the goal, nor will it allow its own players to receive cards.
Now, in order to help Zhu Ting wipe her butt, Zheng Zhi paid the price of a yellow card.
"Brother Zheng, I..."
"It's nothing, just play hard and let him pass easily next time!"
Zheng Zhi waved his hand, and the matter was over.
Zheng Zhi's side is fine, but Nigeria's side is still in chaos.
Some players gathered around the referee to ask for an explanation, trying to turn the yellow card into a red card; others gathered around Mikel to check on his injury.
The team doctor hurried onto the court, squatted down and checked, then hurriedly brought the stretcher onto the field and carried Mikel off.
The sudden "change" stunned fans from both sides. The Chinese fans in the stands wanted to cheer, but they all covered their mouths and wanted to maintain their image in front of fans around the world.
But in fact this kind of thing is very common in Europe.
It is commonplace for visiting team players to go off injured and home team fans to cheer.
But now the fans are trying their best to restrain themselves from laughing out loud.
However, the fans at the scene were still reasonable, but the netizens in the Jiulang live broadcast room exploded.
"Haha? Why does this scene seem familiar?"
"You still need to talk about it? Didn't it happen two years ago?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are indeed Zheng Zhi!"
"I'm not very good at kicking, but I'm really good at shoveling people!"
"Bah! What are you talking about upstairs? If it weren't for Zheng Zhi's kick, the other party would have done it alone, you know?"
"Zheng Zhi is the hero!"
...
Netizens' comments dazzled Huang Jianxiang and others. Some agreed, some opposed, and some ridiculed.
Chinese football is at a stage where it is neither high nor low, and it is in urgent need of international competitions to prove its abilities. Many fans have their own opinions, and serious polarization has emerged among the fan group.
Zheng Zhi, who was at the center of the storm, was standing in the center of the wall, his eyes fixed on the ball at his opponent's feet.
Looking at the resolute Zheng Zhi, the congratulatory committee member in the commentary box couldn't help but sigh: "The general wants to defeat his opponent with skill, but his opponent boasts of it. The flying shovel slides for more than a hundred feet, but I, Zheng Zhi, am the hero!"
