Stop the ball ten meters away, the goal depends on Meng

Chapter 17 He only knows this kick!
"There is not much time left for the Chinese team."

When the game came to 78 minutes, Liu Jianhong still couldn't hold back, and blurted out his classic commentary.

The whole game has played here, and the Chinese team and Iraq are almost evenly divided.

控球率是48：52%，射门次数10:14，角球4：4，前场定位球9：8。

If you want to compare the number of times you have entered the core area, the Chinese team even has 3 more times.

Since the performance is 0-0, it makes sense to keep the score [-]:[-].

But Liu Jianhong was not happy at all.

Because Iraq, which is the first in the group, can accept a draw, but the Chinese team, which is third in the group, cannot lose points!

Only by winning three points in this game can the Chinese team have the hope of advancing to the top ten! -
"In all fairness, we didn't play badly at all today."

Perhaps feeling that the atmosphere was too oppressive, the guest sitting opposite him, a former professional player, and the only Chinese player in history who was nominated as the World Footballer of the Year, Gong Leigong, spoke slowly:

"The players didn't have too much psychological burden. They were very positive throughout the whole process and got a lot of opportunities. For example, Yu Hanchao's breakthrough from the side, such as Hao Junmin's direct free kick just now..."

He paused briefly:
"If the ball hadn't hit the crossbar, but had been converted into a goal, the situation would be completely different now..."

Liu Jianhong seemed to have never heard of it, but his eyes fell on the stack of documents at hand.

As a senior commentator, he has long been used to preparing both positive and negative materials in advance.

How should you praise after winning?
How should you reflect after losing?
"The performances were close, but it's a pity the result.

Why is it always us who lose? "

"If you were a parent, would you let your kids play football?
If you were a class teacher, would you support the children in your class and set up a small team to play football?

If you are a principal, does your school have a football team?
If you were the mayor, do you know how many football fields there are in your city?

If you are a real estate businessman, don't you only know how to build buildings, but don't know how to leave a football field for this community? "

"The failure of Chinese football is not because the 11 people on the field don't work hard.
It's that all of us are not doing our jobs well..."

He has to admit that he has secretly changed some concepts, and also shifts the responsibility for the failure of Chinese football to everyone.

But at the same time, he also firmly believes that these lines and paragraphs of words are enough to shock the deaf, enough to shock the entire football, sports, and even public opinion!

He opened the "Summary Words for Losing" and "Summary Words for Winning".

But looking at the blank paper in front of him, he remembered:

I am not prepared at all! -
The game finally came to the last 10 minutes.

The score is still 0:0.

Camacho standing on the sidelines looked like a suit and leather shoes, but his chest and back were already soaked in sweat.

After the intermission, he replaced Yu Hanchao, who was the main attacker in the first half and exhausted his energy, with Zhang Chengdong. In the 57th minute, he replaced the midfielder Liu Jian with forward Han Peng, changing 4231 to 442, further strengthening the offensive power of the striker.

During this period of time, the situation on the field was dominated by the Chinese team's offense, while Iraq was retreating heavily and occasionally seized the opportunity to fight back.

But it is precisely because of this that it is difficult for the Chinese team to pass the ball into the penalty area. Several shots are either long-range shots or free kicks, which cannot really threaten the opponent's goal.

"Can't waste time anymore!"

Camacho exhaled, stretched out his hands, and unbuttoned his suit one by one, finally took off his coat and threw it on the seat.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and lifted his chin viciously to the assistant::
"Let him play!"

Gallego nodded understandingly, turned and walked to the bench:

"Su, get ready to warm up!"

Su Changwei froze for a moment, then jumped up from his seat!

【This Camacho really keeps his promise! 】

[Let me play in the last few minutes? 】

【If I don't win this game, am I going to take the blame? 】
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"You will replace No. 13 Liu (Liu Jianye), and you must pay attention to the opponent's No. 10 forward. His speed is very fast and his impact is stronger..."

While warming up, Su Changwei listened to the nagging of the first assistant coach Casselen.

After watching this game, he certainly knows how good the Iraqi striker - Younis is.

Li Weifeng and Zhang Linpeng, the old and the young, the two guards, even if they teamed up to help defend, they looked very embarrassed in front of him.

Especially in the second half, the 33-year-old Li Datou's physical fitness declined, and he had to rely more on Zhang Linpeng to limit Younis. Of course, his pressure doubled! -
In the 84th minute, Su Changwei, who had completed his warm-up, stood beside the fourth official, waiting for the dead ball to arrive.

His eyes wandered to the field.

The attacking time of the Chinese team was a bit long this time. Hao Junmin and Zheng Zhi were passing from the outside to me and I passed to you.

Zhao Xuri and Zheng Zhi hadn't grabbed the spot yet, but they were counterattacked by the opponent and drove the ball to the backcourt!

【? ! 】

After just a few breaths, Younis crossed the middle circle and went straight to the hinterland of the Chinese team!
It was impossible for Li Weifeng and Liu Jianye, whose legs were filled with lead, to catch up, and only Zhang Linpeng stuck close to him.

Seeing that Younis was about to enter the 30-meter zone, without further ado, Zhang Linpeng made a flying shovel from behind, knocking the Iraqi ace forward with the ball to the ground!
"Drip~~~"

The referee's whistle rang through the entire stadium immediately.

Younis hugged his legs and rolled all over the ground, but Zhang Linpeng stood up with a frustrated expression.

He doesn't need to argue with the referee.

A flying shovel behind him, a malicious foul, this is destined to be a red card!
Even if it wasn't a red card, he had already received a yellow card in the previous 85 minutes, and now he has to turn two yellow cards into one red card!
In any case, he has to accept the fate of being sent off! -
【***! 】

Zhang Linpeng accepted the penalty calmly, but Camacho on the sidelines uttered a foul language!

[You are not popular sooner or later, but you were sent off after I used up the last substitution spot! 】

[Originally, the double midfielder was changed to a single midfielder, and now the main central defender is missing. The overall defensive ability may not even have [-]% of the beginning! 】

[Is this God going to kill me? ! 】

Camacho was out of breath, but there was nothing he could do.

He widened his eyes and looked at Su Changwei, who was wearing a temporary number 22, and completed the exchange with right back Liu Jianye according to the predetermined plan.

In today's defense line, there are only 33-year-old Li Weifeng, 30-year-old Sun Xiang, and 17-year-old Su Changwei. The old and the young are almost two generations!

While Su Changwei ran to his place, he gestured to Zheng Zhi:
"The coach asked you to withdraw!"

Thus, Camacho was surprised to find that Zheng Zhi, who was originally a midfielder, had now returned to the position of a central defender...

He froze for a moment, then turned to look at his assistants:
"I didn't say I'm going to change on the spot!"
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[beep~~~]

[You have completed your national team debut, lucky value +5, current lucky value is 88! 】

[Whether to use 10 points...]

Time was running out, and Su Changwei couldn't wait to answer again:

[Shuffle! 】

He only heard a soft sound, and three lines of characters appeared in front of him:
[You have drawn... Zhao Xuri! 】

[Peak strength can be copied: 91%! 】

[Injury probability: 37%! 】

"Made! Why don't you give me the peak Zheng Zhi?"

Su Changwei couldn't help complaining.

In this national team, Zheng Zhi is undoubtedly the only one. Compared with him, Zhao Xuri can only be regarded as a blue-collar worker.

Apart from a strong physique, fierce fighting, and tireless running, Su Changwei really couldn't find any other characteristics of Zhao Xuri.

As a defensive midfielder, Zhao Xuri does not have the organization and scheduling ability of Pirlo, and he is not as good at attacking and defending as Vieira and Yaya Toure, and his contribution to offense is about zero!
But now the Chinese team needs to attack and score goals!
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Su Changwei soon realized that he was wrong!

Today's Chinese team has one less defender, so the top priority is a solid defense!
After he played for 1 minute, Iraq changed its previous defensive posture and adopted a forward-pressing offensive posture.

Fortunately, Zheng Zhi had already retreated to the back line, so that the opponent did not take advantage of the loopholes.

It's a pity that in this way, the troops invested in the forward attack seemed insufficient. The two center forwards, Gao Lin and Han Peng, were surrounded by the opponent and had no chance to catch the football. This counterattack could only return in vain.

After entering the stoppage time period, Iraq once again advanced the offensive to the hinterland of the Chinese team's penalty area. Fortunately, Li Weifeng and Zheng Zhi are both experienced in the world.

Zheng Zhi, whose legs were about to cramp, did not have the physical strength to sprint again, and immediately picked the ball to Han Peng, who was 30 meters away.

With a height of 185, Han Peng leaped high with his back against his opponent and sent a header to his striker partner Gao Lin not far away.

His intention to shoot was too obvious. Although he was powerful, the goalkeeper on the opposite side had time to make a judgment in advance. He hit both palms at the same time, pushing the football out of the baseline.

"The Chinese team won the last corner kick of the game..."

Liu Jianhong's voice became heavy unconsciously.

Gong Lei couldn't help but licked his lips:
"See how Hao Junmin handles it..."

Hao Junmin, whose physical fitness was already close to exhaustion, took a deep breath and looked up at the positions of his teammates.

Gao Lin and Han Peng had been surrounded by the opponent's defenders for a long time, and there was no gap to pass the ball. Fortunately, Li Weifeng, Zheng Zhi, and Zhao Xuri were also crowded in the crowd, and they might be able to profit from the chaos.

Hao Junmin raised his hands, made a casual gesture, and then rubbed the ball towards the goal with one kick!
Gao Lin, Han Peng, Zhao Xuri, Zheng Zhi, Li Weifeng...all jumped up!

But the Iraqi goalkeeper Kahid jumped higher than all the players on both sides. He stretched out his fists and smashed the ball out of the penalty area!
"Ugh!"

Everyone on the bench and in front of the TV let out a sigh.

Liu Jianhong in the live broadcast room has already started to silently recite the commentary he prepared in advance...

"Back to defense! Back to defense!!"

Zheng Zhi turned his head subconsciously, while looking for where the football would land, he loudly reminded his teammates that Iraq must not be allowed to fight back.

After all, most people participated in the offense in the penalty area, and the ones responsible for staying behind, except for goalkeeper Yang Zhi, there were only two full-backs left!

His eyes had just followed the football and flew towards the penalty area, when he saw a red figure pounce on him!

A simple number is printed on the hem of the shorts:

"22"!
Without any hesitation, Su Changwei swung his right foot in front of the football!

At this moment, he felt that his right foot was full of unprecedented power!
"Oh!"

He is not Qi Zu of the Flying Immortal, he is just the blue-collar midfielder Zhao Xuri!
He doesn't have any superb shooting skills, he can only volley with this kick!
【Zhao Yijiao】!
There was a muffled sound at the top of the arc in the penalty area, and the home team players who came to block them subconsciously flashed outwards!
The football turned into a white light, and shot straight to the goal from the crowd!
The goalkeeper Kassid, who had just made a wonderful attack, heard the sound of the net behind him before he even had time to make another save!
"Susu!"

Camacho on the sidelines was the first to jump up!
The Chinese team broke the deadlock in the game in the 2nd minute of stoppage time!

1: 0!

【ding~~】

[Lore, lucky value +3]

[Reserve the promotion hope for the national team, lucky value +3]

[The current lucky value is 84! 】

A reminder sounded in his mind, but Su Changwei didn't care about it at the moment.

He went straight to the corner flag area with a jerky slider, but tripped over the artificial turf in Qatar!
"Made!"

Su Changwei, who fell heavily on the billboard, clearly felt...

His right leg, which had just recovered, seemed to be injured again this time!
(End of this chapter)