Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Six

South Korean goalkeeper Jung Sung-ryong knew he had been tricked, but he didn't want to surrender yet. It's only five minutes into the game, if you concede a goal early, how will the rest of the game be played?

So he immediately turned his body around and lunged sideways in the direction of Wu Sanshi with all his strength. For this reason, he could only try his best to interfere.

Wu Sanshi didn't even think that Jiang Hao could pass the ball to himself. He rushed to the penalty area with all his strength just to pick up a missed shot in case Jiang Hao was thrown single-handedly.

When he found the ball rolling towards his feet, a surge of excitement began to rush to his head.

The first goal of the national team was so simple.

I'm going to be a hero!

At this time, Wu Sanshi only had the goal in his eyes, and his choice was not a problem. He pushed a dead corner close to the ground towards the goal.

but……

Boom!

Accompanied by the sound of the ball hitting the upright, and then being cleared by the full-back Kim Jin-soo who retreated inward on the other side, He Wei and Xu Yang's eyes widened at the same time, with expressions of disbelief.

"Oops! Uprights!"

"My God! The goal was not scored, Sanshi! The Chinese team could have taken an early lead in the dream start. After all, they are still young and not ready yet...Jiang Hao's goal is too selfless, he should not pass it again ball."

Countless Chinese fans in front of the TV could only hold back the cheers that had already been raised to their lips, with a rather weird expression, and choked out the sentence "Fuck"!

In the studio behind, seeing Wu Sanshi miss such an opportunity, Hao Haidong shook his head with a smile, and whispered to Yu Genwei, who was also a striker next to him: "This level...he just stops for a while to pass the goalkeeper and hit the empty goal. Is it over? Even if we go up now, we can handle it, haha! Grandma can enter the series."

Yu Genwei smiled very modestly: "Brother Dong, you can do it, but I can't, I can't."

Two important figures in the history of the national football striker were joking in the studio, and on the field, although Jiang Hao came over and patted Wu Sanshi on the shoulder, he was MMP in his heart: I might as well do it myself.

But Wu Sanshi cast his eyes unconsciously to the audience. He saw Zhou Tiancheng showing a slight smile, and the pressure in his heart immediately eased. At this moment, he thought of what Zhou Tiancheng said to him: Confidence, confidence is the most important thing !

Wu Sanshi took a deep breath, got up again and became lively on the field.

But he didn't know that Zhou Tiancheng whispered in his heart at this time: Sanshi, you are really... It's rare for Jiang Hao to be so selfless, and I'm afraid you will have to fight him for food next time.

Jiang Hao was really upset that Wu Sanshi wasted such an opportunity, and he would never let it happen again next time.

But it is not so easy to wait for such an opportunity.

The focus of this game is on the midfielder. First of all, the midfielder must be able to pass the ball. While Zhou Tiancheng was sitting on the bench, it proved to have a great influence on the midfield of the Chinese team. It was not at the tactical level, but psychologically, the Koreans felt that they had the capital to rule the Chinese team.

The South Korean team pressed the two midfielders of the Chinese team closely. Ki Sung-yong, who plays for Swansea in the Premier League, is the main gate. , Hao Junmin also received such treatment.

Australian referee Williams's patience is also limited. Ki Sung-yong has pressed his elbows twice in a row when he was fighting for the top. This is his own yellow card application, and he is of course not polite.

"Ki Sung-yong received a yellow card. This yellow card should have been issued long ago! The referee still sees that this is the home court of the Korean team. Ki Sung-yong should not be dissatisfied. As a professional player, I think this action should be done. He should be very clear in his heart!"

He Wei watched Ji Chengyong walk towards the referee with outstretched hands, with a look of indignation in his heart-that is, if Zhou Tiancheng failed, otherwise you would be allowed to defend, and you would not even have a chance to defend!

South Korean team coach Hong Myung-bo encouraged his disciples. The key is that the midfielder is not so passive.

Ji Chengyong once again squeezed Hao Junmin with his body. His physical fitness is indeed better than Hao Junmin. Under the squeeze of his body, it is difficult for Hao Junmin to control the ball.

The South Korean team steals the ball in the frontcourt. Sun Xingmin received a large-scale transfer from Ki Sung-yong, directly passed Ren Hang one-on-one and killed him into the penalty area.

In the previous few world preliminaries, when Zhou Tiancheng was there, Ming Tao didn't have much chance to show his face, but in today's game, he really had a lot of opportunities to be on camera.

Facing Sun Xingmin single-handedly from a small angle this time, Ming Tao made a decisive attack and stretched his feet, breaking the sideline with one kick before Sun Xingmin.

"Sun Xingmin! Hey! Hey! Penalty! The goalkeeper of the Chinese team knocked down Sun Xingmin! He fell on the turf in pain, can the referee turn a blind eye? Penalty! Penalty!"

The South Korean fans at the Seoul World Cup Stadium also booed and wanted to put pressure on the referee, but they were quickly suppressed by the enthusiastic cheers of the Chinese fans on the other side of the stand. Zhou Zhenyong and his group sat in the stands only a dozen meters away from the fans of the home team. When they stood up and sprayed people, the saliva splashed directly on the faces of the opposing fans.

The South Korean commentator really wants to win the Chinese team, he is more desperate than the players on the field, but the on-duty referee Williams ran over quickly, just looked at the injury of Sun Xingmin, and there was no penalty kick mean.

Son Heung-min

"Good job Mingtao! Today the Chinese team's midfield control has declined, and the defense has never been the strong point of the Chinese team. His state is excellent, which is very important!" He Wei said excitedly.

Xu Yang answered next to him: "Mingtao's performance is definitely commendable, but Zhou Tiancheng... I hope he can recover as soon as possible. The Confederations Cup still needs him."

The camera was shown to Zhou Tiancheng again, he had already removed the towel on his forehead, He Wei could only answer at this time: "I believe the Chinese team will have good luck, now we have a strong whole, Zhou Tiancheng Tian Cheng is just more prominent, at least for now the Chinese team is not at a disadvantage."

In He Wei's view, as long as the South Korean team is not allowed to score, it cannot be considered that the Chinese team is being beaten passively.

This was originally a bit of a bragging, but after Mingtao resolved Sun Xingmin's excellent chance to shoot, he immediately brought out a counterattack opportunity-the big foot went directly to the frontcourt and counterattacked with a long pass!

Just so rough, Jiang Hao and Wu Sanshi competed with the two central defenders of the Korean team for speed!

Wu Sanshi's running line can be cut inward, and he can see that Guo Taihui, who is close to 1.9 meters tall, is easier to bully than Jin Yingquan.

"Brother Hao, let me do it!" Wu Sanshi yelled while speeding up the sprint, and had another chance to kill him solo. He was just waiting for this opportunity to prove himself!

Hearing his voice, Jiang Hao paused, then gave up chasing the ball, and started running towards the far end, ready to respond at any time.

Wu Sanshi ran up very fast, and the route was very tricky. Jiang Hao was not sure that he would be able to catch the ball first. Instead of giving way, he would give him another chance. He himself began to move towards the penalty area on the other side.

Wu Sanshi dribbled the ball at high speed and made a strong kill. Seeing the speed at which he dribbled the ball, the two commentators were immediately excited.

"Sanshi, here we come again! Great opportunity!"

"Single-handed! Single-handed! Sanshi's speed is very fast, and he directly rushed to the penalty area! The goalkeeper is out!"

In the studio behind Beijing, Hao Haidong sat up straight, squinted his eyes and stared at the screen, and shouted loudly: "Don't worry, don't worry! Dribble the ball steadily, steadily... pass him!"

When Wu Sanshi approached the penalty area with the ball, Hao Haidong raised his voice and shouted.

Especially seeing that Wu Sanshi was accelerating like a tiger in front of him, and he had a tendency to slow down at the critical moment when facing the goalkeeper. He really wanted to stand on the coach's bench, yell at the field, and teach Wu Sanshi how to shoot single-handedly.

Facing Zheng Chenglong's attack, Wu Sanshi became hesitant, paused for a while, chose to use the arch of his foot to lightly rub the arc, and lobbed directly over Zheng Chenglong's head.

It's a pity that the idea was very good, but it couldn't be put into practice, and Zheng Chenglong jumped up and put it in his arms.

This scene directly caused Hao Haidong to pat the table in the studio behind Beijing, and cursed in a low voice: "What the hell is this? Can a striker of the national team single-handedly play like this?"

Several other commentators quickly comforted him: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, Haidong, young man."

Hao Haidong took a deep breath and managed to calm himself down slowly. At the same time, the CCTV backstage director also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the situation in the rear studio would not be shown to the fans, otherwise CCTV would be ruining its reputation——CCTV Guest commentator Hao Haidong openly bombarded the cutting-edge international players in his commentary...

Coupled with the reputation of "Hao Dapao" that Hao Haidong now likes to talk about various situations of the national team, this will have an explosive effect.

...

No wonder Hao Haidong was so angry. Even Lippi and Madaloni on the coach's bench turned their backs and missed opportunities twice in a row.

Jiang Hao walked in front of Wu Sanshi, his expression was not so good this time, he directly scolded him, his expression a little excited.

At this time, he is the one who really has ten thousand CNMs in his heart and wants to swear: The table is all set up, I will give it to you on my own initiative, so you just give me this?

The only one with a clear head at this time was Zhou Tiancheng. Although he was ill, it did not affect his judgment. He was judging what Wu Sanshi lacked? He can be spotted by Lippi, and he must have the ability to score goals, but what goals can he score?

This seems redundant, and many head coaches don't think about it, but Zhou Tiancheng doesn't want someone to squander the pie he gave when he can play, but the key is to find the right way to open it.

Obviously Wu Sanshi's specialty is not dealing with single swords.

...

Wu Sanshi wasted two singles in a row. It seemed that he just missed two opportunities, but the impact was far more than that.

The South Korean team's pressing was more fierce, and the defense line pressed even harder. Anyway, the Chinese team couldn't even seize a single chance. Hong Mingfu commanded the defense line to press up without any pressure at all.

He Wei's tone became a little serious: "San Shi missed two opportunities in a row, it's really a bit fatal! Of course, we don't demand that young players must be perfect, but the strategy of the Chinese team is defensive counterattack, and efficiency is very important... Will Lippi Can you consider a substitution? Gao Lin is a good striker fulcrum."

He Wei has already expressed his thoughts, Jiang Hao only needs a fast wing horse on the front line.

However, Lippi has no intention of changing players at this moment, but continues to point to the opponent's penalty area, which is a signal to the two midfielders.

Hao Junmin got rid of Ji Chengyong's entanglement in the midfield, and the forward pressure of the South Korean team's defense line gave the Chinese team forward more space, but this time Hao Junmin sent the ball towards Jiang Hao's running area.

At this time, the old qualifications are still reliable, and Hao Junmin probably trembles in his heart because of Wu Sanshi's single-handed attribute.

However, the accuracy of the ball he sent to Jiang Hao was not as good as that of Zhou Tiancheng. He could only rely on Jiang Hao's speed to fight recklessly, but he was still a step slower. The Chinese team gets a corner kick.

Opening first corner kick.

He Wei couldn't help but said again: "The set-piece is an excellent opportunity. The Chinese team must strive to seize it. At the same time, there must be something unexpected. After all, Zhou Tiancheng is not around, and the penalty area lacks the ability to suppress the opponent's high point."

When He Wei said this, he himself thought it was ridiculous—before the game, he said that Zhou Tiancheng's absence would not have a big impact, but looking at it now, the difference is quite a lot. Everywhere is a short board.

There are indeed many high points in the penalty area of ​​the South Korean team, but Hao Junmin took a low and flat arc ball, and it was very fast in front of the goal, so that the tall South Korean defender could only stretch his feet to clear the siege. But before that, the Chinese team's grab The speed of the point player is faster, and at a very sudden moment in the camera, Xu Yang just shouted "Strike!" The ball has already flown into the goal behind South Korean goalkeeper Zheng Chenglong.

He Wei's eyes widened, and Xu Yang next to him shouted loudly: "Beautiful! Beautiful!"

He quickly came back to his senses and jumped up directly from the commentary stand. At this time, he also saw clearly the figure surrounded by his teammates running towards the coach's bench and the auditorium, and suddenly his voice became louder: "It's Sanshi! My God, Sanshi! His first goal for the national team! What kind of operation is this!"

At this time, the rebroadcast camera showed a replay. At the moment when Hao Junmin took the corner kick, Sanshi walked around in front of Jin Yingquan and shook him off.

"Hahaha! Oh my god, volley!" He Wei got the prompt from the backstage broadcaster, but in fact he didn't need it at all. It's just that such an operation happened to a newcomer of the national team, which really made his jaw drop. .

"Sanshi's spirituality was fully demonstrated through this grabbing point. Okay, with this goal, the boy can let go of the kick. The fans will definitely tolerate him."

Xu Yang interjected excitedly at this time: "I understand, He Wei, Sanshi has also missed a lot of goals in the league, and the goals are basically difficult, just like this grabbing points."

He Wei smiled: "So..."

Xu Yang went on to say: "Generally, players who are good at grabbing points have extremely high golf intelligence. Let alone Inzaghi, Zhou Tiancheng is top-notch in predicting the placement...so three stones only need a high scorer. The platform, the talented players, will show up eventually."

PS: This chapter is two in one, the number of words in two chapters, let’s use this one big chapter today.

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