In the seventh minute, the Chinese team created the first real threatening opportunity on the field. Zheng Zhi moved forward into the penalty area and passed the ball to forward Gao Lin. Gao Lin protected the ball at the front line and knocked his heel to Yi Zhe. The two passed the ball in succession. Soon there was a moment of space at the top of the penalty area. Yi Zhe He almost didn't look up and continued to pass the ball to the left corner of the penalty area without stopping. Completely a beat faster than Paraguay center back Bonet, the opponent had just stretched out his feet, and Yi Zhe's pass was already going straight behind him like a scalpel.
The national team's left midfielder Sun Ke broke through at high speed and entered the penalty area. Yi Zhe looked up and was very satisfied. This big brother can indeed run, just like on the training field.
Sun Ke made a fake move in the penalty area and dunked over the opponent's right back Alcaraz, but was tripped by the opponent and fell into the penalty area.
"Penalty kick! Yi Zhe's pass perfectly deceived the opponent. It was the finishing touch of the Chinese team's overall cooperation in the opening game!"
He Wei said loudly.
Zheng Zhi was about to stand twelve yards with the ball, but then he glanced at Yi Zhe, thought for a while, walked over and voluntarily gave up the right to take the penalty: "Zhe, you do it this time!"
Yi Zhe was a little surprised and waved his hand almost subconsciously: "Brother Zhi, isn't this good? You should do it..."
Yi Zhe is very aware of the unspoken rules of penalty kick taking. The first taker is usually the real core of the team. Zheng Zhi is certainly the one here. He will not take over the role as soon as he arrives.
"Zhe..."
Zheng Zhi wanted to say something else, but Yi Zhe immediately backed away.
"Brother Zhi, come on, you are a defensive midfielder. It is not easy to score goals."
Zheng Zhi took a deep look at Yi Zhe, who also played as a defensive midfielder at Wolfsburg, but...
Even Zheng Zhi had to admit that what Yi Zhe was playing was not a defensive midfielder at all! Not even a type of football!
Standing at the penalty spot, Zheng Zhi took a deep breath, faced the goalkeeper, and took a run...
"Zheng Zhi! Oops! Saved by the goalkeeper!"
Zheng Zhi's half-high shot was directly blocked by the goalkeeper, and the ball landed at the penalty spot. None of the Chinese team players thought that Zheng Zhi would miss. Only Yi Zhe was the fastest to grab it, raising his leg and volleying. Send the ball directly into the empty goal.
"Yi Zhe! Hey! Again...the ball is scored!!! It's scored!!! Yi Zhe opened the national team's goal account and actually made up for the big brother Zheng Zhi! Hahahaha!"
In major domestic post bars and fan groups, fans immediately started discussing it enthusiastically.
"Damn it! It has to be Yi Zhe!"
"Zhezhe is awesome! Zhezhe is awesome!"
"Yi Zhe's consciousness is invincible, but I would like to ask Zheng Zhi if he is ashamed?"
"Nasty, after so many years, Liu Xiang and Dayao have both retired, and I am the only one who has not made much progress as the captain of the national team of the Great China, and cannot score penalty kicks."
"If we had steadily scored penalty kicks back then, why would we have scored one less goal and been kicked out!"
"I can't do the math questions correctly, but in the final analysis, my mental quality is too poor! Look at Yi Zhe, he deserves to be eliminated!"
The fans' focus gradually wandered away, and they began to dig up painful historical accounts.
Zheng Zhi walked over and high-fived Yi Zhe, feeling a little embarrassed: "Uh, Zhe..."
"Haha, Brother Zhi, don't take it to heart, just do the basics."
Perrin also applauded from the audience. Although his expression did not change, and a friendly match did not make him very excited, Yi Zhe's performance still deeply moved him. This awareness is indeed not possessed by all players.
"What!"
Yi Gang also excitedly waved his fist and roared in front of the TV at home.
His wife Tang Junran just patted him, her eyes still falling on the TV screen: "My son is still amazing, the Chinese team actually scored goals!"
Seeing the pride in his wife's eyes, Yi Gang waved his hand: "It's so early! If he can't dominate the game, just like you dominate the kids in your class, then he's in vain!"
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In Yi Zhe's dictionary, there is no reason to take a breath after taking the lead. Both midfielders Zheng Zhi and Cai Huikang have already passed the half. The overall rhythm of the national team was picked up at the beginning, and he is not limited to short passes.
Since he is in the attacking midfielder position, he can not only play like Xavi, but also play like Iniesta!
When Paraguay midfielder Este Gallivia saw Yi Zhe holding the ball, he immediately wanted to rush up from behind to steal the ball, but Yi Zhe was one step ahead of him, turned around in the opposite direction, and sent the ball behind the defense on the far side. Excellent diagonal pass.
"Yi Zhe passed the ball! Beautiful, it penetrated! Sun Ke was offside!"
Another perfect connection, Yi Zhe quickly moved forward after passing the ball. Almost when Sun Ke dribbled the ball into the opponent's penalty area, he had already quickly moved forward into the penalty area, and he could be found in the camera at any time.
"Yi Zhe runs up again! Sun Ke is decisive! Pass the ball!"
But this time Sun Ke obviously wanted to shoot on his own, but under the full pursuit and marking of central defender Caceres, his final kick failed and he fell directly into the penalty area.
The referee didn't say anything. The opponent stole the ball and launched a quick counterattack. The center back Caceres was really versatile in both offense and defense. He passed a long pass directly to the frontcourt. Bayern star Santa Cruz beat the two Chinese team center backs to complete the header. , the header was passed to the striker Cardoso who came in from behind.
"Be careful of the opponent's counterattack! The Chinese team's defense... It's a pity that we still lack Yi Zhe in the defense."
He Wei became nervous. The counterattack just now was the evidence - even though Feng Xiaoting was one of the best stream-of-consciousness central defenders in the country, he was ruthlessly crushed when compared with the real European level.
However, Yi Zhe had already anticipated this scene. The moment Sun Ke was tripped, he had already turned around and ran back. The moment the opponent launched a long pass, he had accelerated to chase after him. His reaction was faster than two real defensive midfielders. .
Seeing Yi Zhe running so fast, even Zheng Zhi didn't react - would you risk your life to defend him?
He has never seen a young man with such a strong presence on the court!
But Yi Zhe's move was indeed the best stimulus. The Chinese team's defense quickly settled in, but others were still a little slower.
"Yi Zhe! Yi Zhe! Oh my God! He is so full of energy! Under his feet there is energy that will never be exhausted like a perpetual motion machine!"
Yi Zhe's legs were not only fast, but also had a long stride. Cardoso thought he would defeat the Chinese team's defense, but he didn't expect that the moment he entered the penalty area, a leg flew from behind.
He almost watched the ball lose control and roll into the arms of Chinese team goalkeeper Wang Dalei.
The audience burst into applause. Yi Zhe stuck out his tongue playfully and responded with instant cheers.
"Yi - Zhe -"
"Yi - Zhe -"
"Yi - Zhe -"
He Wei had not heard such heroic cheers in a national team game for many years, and he sighed.
"Yi Zhe covered the whole court with him and conquered everyone with his all-round performance on both offense and defense! Let us see a European-level all-around offensive and defensive performance in the national team! Thank you to Yi Zhe for his efforts at this moment. His efforts made all his teammates happy. Give up easily! This is the value of a true midfield leader! Maybe it’s too early to say this, but for Yi Zhe, it’s just a matter of time. Not only does he have top-notch skills and consciousness, this young man also represents a kind of The long-lost spirit should belong to the national team.”
The more He Wei talked about it, the more he felt in his heart.
Does the national team lack a midfield leader?
Of course Zheng Zhi counts, but he has never made the fans cheer so willingly and wholeheartedly.
The reason is simple - the Chinese team never turned the tide, never had a hero...
