It started well, and the Chinese team successfully broke the deadlock in the 18th minute of the game.
Hao Junmin walked over and looked at Yi Zhe: "Zhe, how are you? Is this what you mean?"
"You're so handsome, third brother. You remind me of what it's like to play at Wolfsburg and De Bruyne."
"Ha! Zhe, what about me making fun of you? I already told you to call me that!"
The morale of the Chinese team completely took the initiative. Saudi coach Olaroyu could only raise his fat face and shout at the court.
"Be tough on Yi!"
But now he probably regrets most that he doesn't have a player like Yi Zhe. And it's useless to be fierce. Yi Zhe and the Saudi team's midfielder are not on the same channel at all.
On the contrary, the Chinese team's running completely suppressed the opponent. Yi Zhe even only had to do his part in organizing the offense. Zheng Zhi's forward pressure completely shared the defensive pressure for him, and the ball was everywhere in the frontcourt. Chance. This kind of scene is really a bit scary. Who would have thought that the Chinese team could actually suppress Saudi Arabia?
"Oh - Wu Lei missed the opportunity to outflank him at close range again! This is the fourth time in the first half hour. His ability to seize opportunities really needs to be improved, but such a scene is already a surprise - as a ten-year invincible Our opponents even blocked the Chinese team from winning the 1984 Asian Cup and crushed such a team just because we had one more Yi Zhe."
It’s no exaggeration at all. CCTV has detailed big data of the game. Although Yi Zhe only had one assist in the first half and he hid himself behind the team most of the time, he sent out the team’s most 45 effective assists in a half. Passing - almost every attack passed through his feet, and the Chinese team successfully maintained the 1:0 score at halftime.
However, Perrin was not satisfied. In the midfield locker room, he made a direct request to Yi Zhe.
"Yi, I don't want you to have any reservations in the national team."
Before Yi Zhe realized what he was referring to, he subconsciously replied: "Sir, I always go all out for the game."
But Perrin's face instantly darkened: "Yi, do you think I haven't seen your game at Wolfsburg? Is this your offensive ability? Do you want to tell me that the official scorer list of the Europa League is a scam?"
"Uh...Sir, I just want to share more opportunities with everyone..."
"The team's performance is very good. If you can be more decisive, maybe we will have solved the game by now!"
Yi Zhe didn't dare to say anything, so he could only agree. So much so that Zheng Zhi was joking: "Zhe...haha! You are like this and the coach is still not satisfied, hahaha! I really mourn for the Saudis."
Yi Zhe smiled, then straightened his face and reminded: "Brother Zhi, be careful, West Asian dogs are not very clean when playing football."
Zheng Zhi stared at him strangely. Of course he knew this, but this kid... was a football encyclopedia?
Yi Zhe knew from the captain's expression that he didn't fully believe it, but this was his experience from the simulation in the system - although the Chinese team defeated their opponents, in two simulation games, Chinese team players retired in the second half due to injuries.
As expected, Saudi coach Olaroyu replaced a central defender Masadi as a defensive midfielder in the second half, directly targeting Yi Zhe.
"Hey! Yi Zhe's prediction is already extremely good, but it is impossible to avoid the opponent's incoming tackles. The Chinese team needs to return to defense. Danger, Zheng Zhi!"
Zheng Zhi also wanted to come up to cover, but as soon as he got the ball, he was knocked down by Saudi left back Saharani coming up from the left to cover.
The Chinese team players were waiting for the whistle, but Bahrain referee Shukrallah signaled that there was no foul... The Chinese team's backcourt was instantly empty, and Salman Farah passed the ball through the Chinese team's defense.
"Back on defense! Back on defense! Fuck!"
Yi Zhe had nothing to do. He got up and quickly chased back into the penalty area. The front of his backcourt goal became a one-on-one situation, which was quite dangerous. The starting central defender Ren Hang faced Saudi forward Al-Haziz, who was half a head taller and half a circle taller. He felt powerless just by this gap. Moreover, the opponent is very fierce, relying entirely on his height to suppress Ren Hang and cut into the penalty area in one step.
Yi Zhe had already chased him near the penalty area, but at this time he saw Ren Hang rashly extending his legs into the middle of the ball to steal it, but the opponent fell into the penalty area.
"Hey...fuck!"
Yi Zhe secretly cursed in his heart, even Naldo, the most reckless man in Wolfsburg, would not do this.
But he still subconsciously raised his hands to the referee and went around to complain. This time Shukralla pointed at the twelve yards with unusual determination.
This is actually the first time that Chinese team goalkeeper Wang Dalei has appeared in this game, and he has to face such a dangerous situation.
Facing Khaziz who was standing on the penalty spot, he bent down and roared domineeringly: "Come on, grandson!"
Yi Zhe originally walked over to communicate with Wang Dalei, but before he could speak, a ball boy suddenly appeared behind the goal. Half of his head came out and shouted to him: "Yi, he can kick the lower left corner!"
Yi Zhe was stunned. This was probably a local kid who was only eleven or twelve years old. For a moment, he didn't know whether to believe it or not - after all, he didn't pay attention to the penalty kick habits of such a player during the system simulation.
"He'll kick the lower left corner, Yi!" the kid continued.
"Why help us?" Yi Zhe smiled and was very patient with the children. This was the first time he encountered such "off-site support".
"I'm here every day, you don't know me, but I've served you many times and watched their training! I just want your signed football!"
Yi Zhe smiled, walked over and said to Wang Dalei: "Brother Dalei, jump to the lower left corner."
Since he has not imitated the opponent's habits, the penalty kick really depends on fate, and he is willing to take a gamble.
Wang Dalei doesn't doubt much. Now Yi Zhe is already a "god" in the national team in private. Anyway, he has never been a good boy. He is even an outlier among local players. Moreover, he was a person who tried out for Inter Milan in his youth, so Subconsciously I believe that Yi Zhe always has some indescribable abilities, otherwise how could he cheat all the way in Europe!
He pounced towards the lower left corner with all his strength and steadily slapped the penalty kick taken by Haziz out of the goal range.
"Wow! Da Lei! Saved the penalty kick! Today is Da Lei's 26th birthday, Da Lei - happy birthday!"
The Chinese team players all ran up to hug Wang Dalei, but he only shouted excitedly to Yi Zhe: "Zhe, haha! You are such a fucking genius!"
"Don't thank me, Brother Big Lei."
Yi Zhe definitely didn't dare to say that this was his own credit. He ran directly behind the goal and gave the child a hug.
He has always believed that God rewards hard work, but looking at this child now, he really has an illusion.
Maybe this is the little angel with his own lucky star?
