Chinese champion

Chapter 462 World Top Finals!The Chinese team is here!

Just as the French team has thoroughly studied Pei Wei, Pei Wei also knows most of the main players of the French team, especially the few players who played for Serie A.

After Butters and Coupe have aged, Sebastien Frey has become the well-deserved first goalkeeper of the French team. Born in 1980, he is 30 years old this year, which is the golden age of a goalkeeper. He is 1.8 meters tall Nine, tall, long arms, quick response, often able to save the opponent's offensive players with some unexpected moves, it can be said that among the goalkeepers in Serie A, he played for Fiorentina, second only to Buffon, the first goalkeeper, A super goalkeeper who is on the same level as Cesar, Amelia, Doni and others.

As an opponent in the league, Pei Wei naturally knows how good Frey is, and it is precisely because he has played against Frey many times in the league that Pei Wei is still well aware of Frey's weaknesses.Only the opponent is the one who really understands himself. As an opponent who often fights on the court, Pei Wei is almost as familiar with Frey as he is.

Large control range and timely attack are Frey's strengths, but they are also his weaknesses.Being too confident in his own control range, Frey often unconsciously stands higher when the opponent is attacking, in order to prepare to block the opponent's shooting angle as much as possible.

This time was no exception. When Vieira, who was broken by Pei Wei, started to move towards the front of the penalty area, Frey quickly moved two steps forward and came to the edge of the small penalty area, ready to make a timely move when Pei Wei shot. save.

It's a confident move because the closer you are to the shooter, the more angles you can block, but again, the less time you have to react.

Frey is certainly a guy who has a lot of confidence in himself and is qualified to do so, he has always been quick to react to close range shots, the higher balls he deals with with his hands and when dealing with grounders , his long legs can play a very good role.

Another plan of Frey is that if Pei Wei does not shoot, but continues to break into the penalty area, then he can attack quickly to catch the ball at Pei Wei's feet.

He had a good plan, but he didn't expect that his thoughts and reactions were already within Pei Wei's expectations!
As soon as Pei Wei came to the top of the penalty area, he immediately swung his left foot and slammed under the ball!
The ball flew to the sky quickly, passed over the heads of Mexes and Zhuang Feng in the penalty area, and then quickly flew towards the goal!
"Pei Wei shot! He shot right there! Now the situation in the penalty area is two-on-two. It seems that Pei Wei should use a more prudent method to complete this attack!" Wang Jianxiang shouted regretfully.

Frey thought that Pei Wei would shoot, but he didn't expect Pei Wei to shoot in such a way!
Spoon lob!

The ball flew over the heads of Mexes and Zhuang Feng, and then passed Frey. At this time, the strong rotation on the ball began to play its role, and the ball quickly fell to the gate behind Frey!

Frey retreated in a hurry, and then stretched his arms to catch the ball, but the Chinese team shot very few goals in the second half, which made his body cold, and the outstretched hand was obviously half a beat slower!

Just now, Wang Jianxiang, who was still complaining about Pei Wei's impulsiveness, stopped talking a long time ago, opened his mouth wide, and fixed his eyes on the flying ball in the air!

The entire stadium became silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the ball, watching it pass Frey's finger, and then slowly fall into the goal of the French team...

At this moment, in this court, time seemed to freeze.

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes watched the ball fall into the goal of the French team, but unexpectedly there were no cheers, and the whole stadium became deadly silent!

The reason for the Chinese fans is that the Chinese team has been under pressure from the French team since the second half. Most of them have no hope for victory. Their only hope is that the Chinese team can continue until the end. In the penalty shootout, they were completely unprepared for the lead, and the fans of the French team couldn't believe their eyes at all. They never thought that their team would be the first to break the deadlock by the opponent when they had an absolute advantage!

A voice broke the silence on the field.

"What's the matter?!" Wu Qi, who was on the other side of the stadium, was confused by the sudden silence of the whole stadium. A few hundred meters away, there were several defenders blocking him. He couldn't see the situation in front of him clearly, which made him very anxious. In his anxiety, he raised his voice and yelled loudly: "Damn it! What's going on!"

The sound was so loud that he was startled. Immediately afterwards, in the area where the commentators from various countries were located in the stands, Wang Jianxiang's hoarse voice sounded: "The ball... the ball has been scored! Pei Wei scored his goal of this year's The seventh goal in the cup match! 1:0! The Chinese team took the lead to break the deadlock! Now is the No.709 minute of the game! The final! The final is waving to us!"

After staying in the same place for a while, Wang Jianxiang's excellent professionalism made him wake up quickly, and he yelled out the above words with ecstasy. Rolling over from the south stand of the stadium, it was issued by tens of thousands of people at the same time. The fans themselves didn't know what they were howling, but they couldn't help howling, or shouted a few times, that huge and depressing happiness And happiness might drive them crazy...

It’s unbelievable, it’s unbelievable. Just now they were anxiously hoping that the time would pass quickly, so that the Chinese team could successfully support the game until the end of the game and then take a penalty kick against the French team. But in just a few minutes Inside, an attack that didn't seem to be a big threat brought them from hell to heaven in an instant...

Pei Wei stretched out his arms towards the sky, as if he wanted to embrace the sky, then he clenched his outstretched five fingers, and swung his fists down fiercely!

It's not easy!This goal!

Several teammates who were also ecstatic swarmed up and surrounded Pei Wei. They hugged each other and shared this hard-won great joy.

finals!finals!The final is beckoning to them!

The players and assistant coaches on the bench jumped up one after another, waving everything they could catch in their hands. The depression and fear of most of the half-time all dissipated at this moment!
He Jin didn't cheer with the others, but huddled on the coach's chair, buried his head deeply in his hands, his shoulders were trembling imperceptibly.

From the beginning of the game until now, no one has more pressure than him. If this game is lost, and it is still lost in such a useless way, the players will not take too much blame because they are there. They played hard enough, and they have basically satisfied the appetite of fans and media in the previous games.

But for the head coach who made this tactical decision, all the spearheads must be directed at He Jin.

Now it's finally all right, Pei Wei's goal saved the Chinese team, and it also saved He Jin.

A cigarette was handed to him, He Jin raised his head, and saw Feng Yu's face with a comforting smile.

He Jin forced a smile, took a deep breath after taking the cigarette and lit it, and then exhaled a long breath to calm down his excited mood.

He Jin suddenly felt a wave of self-confidence filling his chest, his judgment was correct, and there was no problem with the formulation of tactics!In the final, the Chinese team is here!

He Jin took a few puffs of his cigarette, then stood up and stamped out the cigarette butt under his feet, and shouted loudly to the field: "Defend! Get ready to start defending! Don't slack off for the rest of the time!"

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Only 10 minutes, the final seat will fall into the hands of the Chinese team!

Domenech's face was livid. He never expected that the Chinese team would score first despite having an absolute advantage!
Three shots, from the beginning of the second half to now, the Chinese team has only had three shots, and only this one shot within the scope of the goal frame, but it was this one that brought a golden goal for the Chinese team.

And the French team had fifteen shots in the second half, five times that of the Chinese team!But so many shots can't bring a goal!
Domenech's mentality became chaotic. The cruel reality (the fate of being eliminated) and the unwillingness made him lose his composure. He called Cisse and Govou, replaced the last two forwards at hand, and replaced Sagnol and Diarra, who were exhausted, changed their formation into three, three, and four, and launched the final crazy attack!

But Domenech forgot one thing. It is not that the more the number of offensive players, the greater the possibility of scoring goals. Sometimes there is no level, and the unreasonable increase of attackers will make your own offensive system confusing.

The same is true in defense. He Jin is obviously much calmer than Domenech. He did not rashly increase the number of defensive players, but still maintained the current staffing on the field. After all, after playing for so long, The players on the field are already very familiar with each other's running positions. If you rashly increase the number of defenders at this time, it will cause deviations in coordination.

Sure enough, because of the stimulation of the goal, the defenders of the Chinese team are generally in a relatively excited state of mind. In such a state of mind, the players are often able to display stronger strength.

Facing such a defensive line with high morale, full of blood and calmness, coupled with the seemingly invincible goalkeeper standing in front of the goal, the slightly chaotic attack of the French team was completely unable to cause too much damage. threaten.

As soon as the ball falls to the feet of the Chinese team, they immediately pass the time by skilful backcourt kicking. When the French team is tempted to make a big push, they immediately pass the ball to the frontcourt, making the attack led by Pei Wei Taking advantage of the chaos of the French team, the front line seized the time to counterattack several times. If Vieira and others hadn't tried their best to intercept, the score might have expanded.

Seeing that the fourth official called for 5 minutes of stoppage time, He Jin started his time-delaying tactics.

First Zhou Hai replaced Zhu Jun, then after 1 minute, Yao Le replaced Zhang Qi, and finally Dong Yuzhuo replaced Zhuang Feng.

The three consecutive substitutions consumed the last precious time of the French team. When Nasri shot with all his strength from outside the penalty area and brushed the goalpost and flew out of the baseline, the referee blew the signal for the end of the game. whistle!

"The referee blew the whistle, and the game ended! 1:0, the Chinese team relied on Pei Wei to score the only goal in the game. It was precisely because of this goal that the Chinese team eliminated the last runner-up, the French team. It’s the first time in history to break into the finals!” After ten minutes of buffering, Wang Jianxiang has calmed down a little bit, which also allows him to continue his commentary duties: “This is also the Chinese team’s creation. A record, they have become the Asian team that has gone the farthest in the World Cup finals! Unlike South Korea in 02, we are on the soil of other countries, relying on our own efforts step by step! This achievement , will always be our pride!"

All the substitute players and coaching staff of the Chinese team rushed into the stadium and began to celebrate. The staff in the team handed over five-star red flags to the hands of the players. When they celebrated, they wore the national flag. That's what it feels like Cool!
Hu Yong draped the national flag and kept circling around the court, running from one place to another, completely lacking his usual calmness and composure.

On the other hand, Lu Yinzhe caught someone and asked, "Did we really win? Did we really make it to the final?"

The other party took the trouble to answer him again and again: "That's right! Yes! We really made it to the finals! We made history!"

It wasn't until after countless times of questioning that Lu Yinzhe confirmed this, and then began to stand alone in the middle of the court and giggle.

Pei Wei took the national flag from the staff and was about to put it on his back when a voice came from behind: "Pei, congratulations!"

"Thank you, Patrick!" Pei Wei turned and shook hands with Vieira.

"I would rather say thank you to you." Vieira smiled bitterly, and then he pointed to himself: "Want to exchange jerseys?"

"Of course." Pei Wei put the national flag on his arm, took off his jersey with one hand and handed it to Vieira: "I hope we can have another chance to play against each other."

"It's unlikely..." Vieira sighed: "After the World Cup, I plan to retire... My waist can no longer be dragged down, and I have to undergo surgery, but at my current age After the operation, I’m afraid I won’t be able to play football anymore. Instead of procrastinating like this, it’s better to retire and take care of my football school.” Vieira cheered up: “I will invite you in the farewell match.”

"I will definitely come." Pei Wei said solemnly.

"Okay." Vieira patted Pei Wei on the shoulder: "You don't need to comfort me...but little Samir is very sad now! You should go and comfort him, he has always admired you. After speaking, he pointed to Nasri who was lying on the lawn not far away.

Looking at Nasri who was crying alone, Pei Wei shook his head with a wry smile, and waved to Vieira: "Okay, leave it to me, and leave it alone."

Then he staggered towards Nasri—after 10 minutes of intense running, his physical strength was almost exhausted—he sat down beside Nasri, and put his arms around Nasri Neck: "Little Samir, don't cry...Put your chest up like a man! You have done well enough, I haven't participated in the World Cup when I was your age, let alone the semi-finals .”

Hell, I'm such a good guy...why should I comfort him when he's my rival in the game as well as my rival in the club?Pei Wei smiled wryly in his heart, and then pulled Nasri up: "Unfortunately, I have already exchanged jerseys with Patrick, and I can no longer exchange jerseys with you, but you don't seem to lack my jerseys, right? Haha, you You are still young, and I look forward to the next fight with you."

Nasri stopped crying and raised his head: "Pei, stop talking, I'm not as good as you right now, you all deserve the victory in this match! But you have to promise me one thing, if the opponent in the final If it is Brazil, you must not lose! It has always been Inter Milan of the two of us against Ronaldinho and Kaka's AC Milan, now you beat me, but don't lose to those two people!"

Pei Wei laughed and patted Nasri on the back: "Don't worry, now that I've reached this point, I won't give up any victory! The Hercules Cup is also what I'm after!"

As soon as Nasri was sent away, a group of reporters immediately rushed over and asked him questions: "The Chinese team has entered the final in a historic way, and the opponent in the final has not yet come out. Do you hope to meet in the final?" To Brazil or Portugal?"

Pei Wei shrugged: "For us, it doesn't matter who we meet! Whether it is Brazil or Portugal, their strength is very strong! Portugal has made rapid progress recently. Cristiano is a world-class star. Needless to say, no matter who we meet, we will do our best to win the final championship."

Another reporter immediately asked: "Excuse me, as the biggest contributor to the Chinese team in this game, do you have anything to say? Now that the Chinese team has entered the final, what are your thoughts?"

"Of course we are very happy to be able to enter the final!" Pei Wei raised his eyebrows: "But we will not be content to achieve such a result. The World Cup championship is our final pursuit! As for the hero, I don't think I am the biggest!"

Pei Wei pulled Wu Qi next to him: "To win this game, I think we should thank Wu Qi and all the defensive players! If it weren't for their tenacious defense, it would be impossible for us to break into the game." In the final! Of course, there is also Xiao Lu, who has already proved with his strength that he is well-deserved to be the main force of the national team!"

After saying these words, Pei Wei slipped away from the crowd, leaving Wu Qi facing many reporters alone.

Wu Qi frantically dealt with the countless questions from the reporters, while complaining in his heart: "This damn Pei Wei... knows that I don't like dealing with reporters, but still pulls me here... Help..."

Pei Wei walked around in the crowd, but found no other members of the French team. Even the Vieira and Nasri who had just talked to him were gone. Wang Xiaomin bumped into Pei Wei who was looking around, grabbed him and asked :"What are you looking for?"

"I want to see Samir again, to see if he's in a better mood."

"Don't worry about them!" Wang Xiaomin pulled Pei Wei: "Don't worry about them, it's time for us to celebrate! It's our night! Come on, let's pull the coaches over and throw them into the sky!"

He Jin and Feng Yu didn't join the crowd celebrating. A pair of old partners were standing beside the coach's bench. You smoked a cigarette and I smoked a cigarette. Red, the old face is blooming with a smile.

Before they knew it, He Jin and Feng Yu suddenly found that almost all the Chinese team members around them surrounded them, all of them looked malicious.

"What are you trying to do?" He Jin sensed that something was wrong: "I warn you, we are coaches..."

Before he finished speaking, a shout broke out from the crowd: "Brothers, come on, lift up the coach!"

"Oh—" There was a roar, and the strong players rushed up one after another, grabbed the two "old and frail" (relatively speaking, of course) coaches and threw them into the sky. , two times, three times...

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"This is definitely a night worthy of being written in the history of Chinese football! I believe how lively it will be in China at this time! We can proudly say that the humiliating history of Chinese football is gone forever Back! The future of Chinese football will be a new, bright and hopeful future!"

"Thank you Pei Wei, thank Wu Qi, thank Zhu Jun, thank Zhuang Feng, thank Hu Yong, thank all members of the Chinese team, thank coach He Jin, they have brought us so much joy, let us celebrate tonight Cheers! Long live the Chinese team!" (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.CMFU.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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