For Yi Zhe, this is just a routine operation. If he just needs to score goals, there are few things he can't do now.
But even his teammates thought he was acting, and they were still joking when they came to hug him one by one.
"It's so beautiful, Zhe! With such a kick in the first half, wouldn't we be in the lead now?"
"Haha! I guess you think the difficulty level of the Asian Cup is too low, so why not deliberately make it a little more difficult? Isn't that right, Zhe?"
Yi Zhe didn't answer at all. He was already thinking about what happened after the goal, and now he just equalized the score.
"Wrong! Do you really think I can change my fate every time? No one can do it. It's just because we have more initiative, so we can't do this anymore. We must control the ball at our feet and use short passes! Don't be too aggressive, brothers, the other side is just a bunch of rough guys."
Zheng Zhi was the first to chime in: "Listen to Yi Zhe! Do you play football like Barcelona?"
"It's the Chinese team's football, Brother Zhi!"
The Dragons fans in the stands tried their best to keep up with the sound of horns throughout the game, just like the situation on the court.
But now the changes in the Chinese team have made the scene completely different.
Yi Zhe returned to the backcourt area, kept running and threading despite Australia's close pressure, and forced his feet in the backcourt for five minutes without even touching a hair from the Australian players.
The opponent's mentality was obviously a bit broken. Cahill rushed towards the goalkeeper, trying to steal the ball directly from Wang Dalei's feet. The final result was that he was a little slow, and his kick directly gave the goalkeeper a flying tackle...
The fans of the Chinese team immediately let out loud cheers. Such an action was too obvious. Cahill also understood very well. He walked to the referee with his head shaking and wanted to ask for some benefits. The final result could only be a yellow card.
Wang Dalei was obviously still dissatisfied. He got up and yelled at the referee in front of him: "Just a yellow card? Get out of here! Rules or not, I am the goalkeeper!"
Yi Zhe was really irritated when he saw him, and his curly hair burst into anger.
"They are dying, Brother Big Lei, calm down!"
Yi Zhe shouted at him.
At this time, Peilan also called Yi Zhe to the sidelines through a translator. This is the first time since the Asian Cup started.
"Yi, I see you want to keep the ball at your feet, so be wary of their moves!"
Yi Zhe smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, sir, it's a small problem."
"Then do it, Yi!"
Perrin immediately made substitution adjustments and replaced midfielder Cai Huikang with Li Ang, who serves as central defender.
Zheng Zhi was pushed forward into the midfield. This change of formation showed Perrin's determination at a glance.
"Zheng Zhi, Yi Zhe, Hao Junmin! This is the strongest midfield combination that the Chinese team can produce now. Three midfielders who have been baptized by the five major leagues control the rhythm of the Chinese team."
Of course, Yi Zhe is still the main metronome, and even the two more senior people have no objections.
"Don't worry! Zhe, we promise to keep up!"
"Control them to death!"
The three people formed a cross-shaped position in the midfield, and the two defensive midfielders on the opposite side almost pressed in front of Yi Zhe. They followed the coach's tactics as always, and the pressure on Yi Zhe became even more fierce. Jedinak almost pushed his elbow. Holding Yi Zhe and pressing down is his strength. After all, he gained his strength by competing with muscular forwards in the Premier League.
But after taking a step, Yi Zhe seemed to have lost his center of gravity, but before he could make his next move, he turned around with the ball and disappeared directly from him.
"This is Yi's signature getaway! Watch out for the Chinese team's attack!"
Yi Zhe's ability is obviously well known to everyone, even the Australian commentators are very clear about it.
But this time, Yi Zhe did not send the ball forward. He paused and passed the ball directly to Hao Junmin next to him.
"Control! Crush them!"
Yi Zhe shouted this to explain to his teammates in front, and Hao Junmin immediately passed it to Zheng Zhi behind him.
Australia's defense line immediately pressed forward, but Zheng Zhi's experience in the midfield was far beyond that of Cai Huikang... Half-turning to block Jedinak, the Crystal Palace midfielder probably underestimated the "nobody" who is the captain of the Chinese team. , flying shovel directly from his feet.
Unable to succeed, Zheng Zhi was one step faster than him. This kick triggered the most intense wave of protests from Chinese fans. Two words could even be heard clearly through the CCTV footage: Idiot...
The reason is simple. This time the referee let the tackle go, probably because he had a yellow card, so as to give the host country some face.
"Brother Zhi, well done!"
Yi Zhe directly pulled Zheng Zhi up, feeling confident.
The forwards of the Chinese team have been pushing for space in the frontcourt, but the ball has always been controlled in the midfield, never passing through the center circle. Every time when the commentators thought that the Chinese team was about to launch an attack, Yi Zhe turned his head and passed the ball across to his teammates.
But Australia's defensive midfielders can't even hope to win the ball!
The Brisbane Stadium was originally filled with a warm atmosphere, but soon the atmosphere of the entire stadium slowly turned into boos.
The game has reached the 65th minute. In the past ten minutes, the Australian players have only devoted their physical energy, and the ball has been at the feet of the Chinese team.
"Yi Zhe seems a little too patient. Although the Chinese team has control that we have never seen before, will such a pass make everyone fall asleep? Hahaha!"
The fans were even more excited in the comment area. Although there were a hundred reasons for everyone to fall asleep in the ten-minute game without a shot, everyone was as excited as if they had been pumped.
"See you soon! I can actually feel like watching Barcelona play on the Chinese team one day!"
"If it were to be Barcelona, I would have fallen asleep at this moment..."
"Yi Zhe is indeed a true Barcelona player. Let's see what happens next and see how Yi Zhe launches a fatal blow. This is the essence."
"One thing to say, with this ability to control the field, I have no doubt that Yi Zhe can refuse Zubizarreta... Wouldn't it be nice to be the core at Wolfsburg? Go back to Barcelona and be someone's younger brother? That's my ranking as the world's top player. Face?"
"What you said above really resonates with me."
Until seventy minutes, the scene was uneventful. Taking advantage of the time when Zheng Zhi was brought down, Yi Zhe and Hao Junmin quickly ran to the sidelines to take a drink of water.
"That's almost it, Third Brother."
Yi Zhe suddenly said this when he saw that almost all the Australian midfielders retreated into their own penalty area and were numb to the Chinese team's ineffective passing.
Hao Junmin agreed readily: "It's up to you, Zhe!"
Returning to the court, Yi Zhe suddenly passed the ball to Gao Lin in front.
"Dry!"
Yi Zhe accelerated while shouting, and Gao Lin blocked Sainsbury's ball with his back, and then passed to him.
In the blink of an eye, Yi Zhe found a space between the center back and the midfielder. Yi Zhe swung his leg decisively. Spiranovic quickly put the shovel in, but Yi Zhe correctly aimed at the space on the right side. He sent a direct pass directly from his side to the ground, aiming at the figure entering the penalty area on the right side of the penalty area.
"Wu Lei! Wu Lei!!!"
Wu Lei quickly cut in from the right, faced the goalkeeper, and calmly pushed through Matthew Ryan's fingers.
"Go in!!!! Wu Lei! The Chinese team went ahead 2:1! In such a game that almost makes people fall asleep, even an alert player like him can still keenly see Yi Zhe's sudden offensive!"
For the first time today, the Brisbane Stadium was completely silent except for the drumming of Chinese fans.
Looking at the players who were lying on the ground before the game was over, it was the first time that Australian fans did not think that the host country had any sense of superiority. They seemed to be getting further and further away from victory.
"In the second half of this game, Yi Zhe directed the situation perfectly. Until now, in front of the host's home, the whole audience was silent!"
He Wei said this as he looked at the players hugging each other to celebrate.
