This night, the Capital Workers Stadium turned into a sea of red. In order to match the red jerseys worn by the national team, all the fans who came to cheer were the same color as the national team.
When Yi Zhe and the national team players entered the field, the camera scanned the players and then the stands. He Wei couldn't help but laugh: "Look at the workers' sports tonight, is Yi Zhe still satisfied? Hahahaha , He is right, this is our home court! If Miracle has a color, it must be China Red. The Japanese team is a strong opponent, but now the Chinese team has to look forward to a grand stage. A year ago, the Asian Cup Those obstacles that once seemed invincible eventually became the grindstone for the Chinese team, and I believe it will be the same tonight!"
Standing in the center circle, Yi Zhe's expression could not be said to be serious, but he was very serious. He never looked down on his opponents, but he almost broke his defense the next second. He actually heard the cheering song "Blade to the Japs' Heads" played clearly from the stands. Cut it off"...
At that moment, Yi Zhe was so confused that he almost thought he was playing live football.
"puff!"
When everyone was serious, Yi Zhe suddenly laughed.
"What's going on, Director Yi?"
Hao Junmin came over and asked softly.
"It's okay, third brother, I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it..."
He instantly felt that these fans in the stands were definitely the best twelfth man. They fully understood how to manipulate the opponent's mentality. Even though there were hundreds of Japanese fans in the stands cheering for away games, he was not worried about being heard by them at all. Maybe he just let them know. What does it matter if they hear it?
At 7:30 in the evening, as the referee's whistle blew, Yi Zhe launched a long pass on the spot and passed it directly forward to Sun Ke on the right.
Sun Ke immediately accelerated his breakthrough from the wing without any temptation at all.
"The Chinese team's attack has begun! This is the current national team, and the rhythm is completely full!"
However, the Japanese team's left back Nagatomo Yuto is also very experienced. He followed Sun Ke and took a step forward to block Sun Ke's space when Sun Ke was preparing to cut inside along the baseline. What followed was a hand-to-hand fight, but soon Sun Ke is still slightly inferior.
"Hey, Sun Ke! Now in Asia, only Nagatomo Yu is probably the only one who can guard against him like this. It's really not that good!"
Sun Ke, who had the ball stolen, had murderous intent on his face, but he faced the former Inter Milan's left back, and is now the undisputed No. 1 left back in Asia.
And the real focus of this game is not on him.
Nagatomo Yuto immediately passed the ball back to center back Maya Yoshida, and then the Japanese team's passing and controlling mode began, turning back eight times in the backcourt.
"The Chinese team must be patient enough today. The Japanese team will definitely stick to their passing advantage, and all we need to do is wait."
He Wei reminded the Chinese team like this, but in Yi Zhe's eyes, the Japanese team's choice of this kind of passing and control at the beginning was simply not to their liking. He directly returned to the center circle and shouted to Hao Junmin: "Third brother, Pay attention to defense! Catch their two midfielders and get in front of them!"
Then he turned back to the captain Zheng Zhi who was lagging behind and said: "Brother Zhi, thank you for your hard work thirty meters from the top of the arc in the penalty area!"
Two simple instructions, but the two top midfielders in the country didn't understand the meaning for a moment: "What way?"
Yi Zhe simply said: "If you don't let them penetrate from the middle, let them do it if they want to take advantage of it!"
The two of them understood instantly and nodded with a smile: "I understand, Director Yi, don't worry!"
After Yi Zhe finished speaking, the Japanese team's defense seemed to have finally remembered that this was its own penalty area, and belatedly began to play the ball towards the midfield.
But Yi Zhe immediately pressed forward and targeted the Japanese team's main midfielder Makoto Hasebe.
Yi Zhe moved very quickly, almost predicting the moment the Japanese team's defense had just released the ball. Following Yi Zhe's actions, the Chinese team's formation immediately began to press forward aggressively.
"Yizhe! Press on Hasebe Makoto!"
Makoto Hasebe was panicking now. He was the only midfielder in the team who was holding back in defense. Now he remembered the fear of being dominated when he played against Yi Zhe in the Bundesliga... He just turned around and tried to pass the ball back. In the back line, Yi Zhe had already taken the lead and poked lightly. He lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground, and the ball came to Hao Junmin's feet.
"Ah! Yi Sang is really amazing!" The commentator of the Japanese cable TV station shouted in a frantic voice.
Hao Junmin received the ball in the frontcourt, aimed at the defense and sent a through ball. Wu Lei followed up and quickly penetrated into the penalty area. Unfortunately, due to the interference of the opponent's center back Maya Yoshida, the ball slightly missed the left goal post.
Wu Lei just glanced back and received the signal from Yi Zhe: "Don't worry, hold on steady."
The Japanese goalkeeper Kawashima Eiji passed the ball to the defender, and the Japanese team began to advance with short passes. However, the ball was just intercepted by Yi Zhe, and now the backline's ball delivery rhythm is even slower, because Hasebe Makoto is avoiding Yi Zhe, and the attacking midfielder Shinji Kagawa from Dortmund is forced to return to the backcourt to fill in.
But when he got the ball, he tried to form a pass with Keisuke Honda in the frontcourt. As soon as the ball came out, the Chinese team's midfield compressed instantly. Yi Zhe fought back, Zheng Zhi pressed forward, and Hao Junmin appeared on the wing to block the attack. line.
"The Chinese team's defense is like a bullet, Honda-san looks like he's in trouble!"
Faced with this situation, Honda Keisuke could only pass back. Even in his peak period a few years ago, he could not break such a dense press.
The Japanese team's attack seemed sharp, but was quickly pushed back, which was not at all beyond Yi Zhe's expectations. Next, the opponent began to distribute the ball to the wings, but today the Chinese team was very active on the court. The wingers retreated in time, and Zheng Zhi's horizontal coverage was almost enough to span the entire court. Marseille defender Hiroki Sakai was almost intercepted in the backcourt, and the ball returned to the backcourt. Yoshida Asa simply kicked it, but in this way, even he himself did not know where the ball would land in the next second. .
Goalkeeper Wang Dalei attacked and firmly held the ball, and began to control the rhythm with great experience. Yi Zhe took the opportunity to greet his teammates again in the midfield.
The effect of the first wave of confrontation seemed to far exceed everyone's expectations.
"The Chinese team is obviously fully prepared to face the Japanese team's passing and controlling style. This is the team in Asia that is closest to Barcelona's passing and controlling style, but unfortunately, the Chinese team has an Yi who has accepted Barcelona's orthodox passing and controlling football. Zhe!"
This is indeed the case, including the fact that Yi Zhe is holding a small meeting with his teammates to boost morale in this regard.
"Keep doing this! Stop them from penetrating the middle and pass the ball, and they will definitely finish the ball!"
The energy of the players on the field was obviously two points higher than at the beginning. Even Zheng Zhi was surprised: "I mean, Zhe, you really are yours! When we played against Japan in the past, it felt like facing Barcelona. We were all grabbing the ball." Not enough, I can’t use my strength.”
Yi Zhe chuckled: "Brother Zhi, although Barcelona and I are destined to be lifelong enemies, we are still the founders of a sect after all. Are they worthy of being called Barcelona when they play like this? Kruyinfu must be so angry that he comes to teach them a lesson in person! It’s our turn, play tricks with them, passing and controlling is not how they play!”
