World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 193 The True Horror of Fearing Korea

"The Chinese team still wants to attack?"

Xu Dingmao was surprised at first.

Then he reacted immediately.

Scoring so early in the game was a gift from heaven.

It is definitely not the reason for the Olympic Games to retreat on the spot.

The National Olympics under Zeng Zheng is completely different from the previous national name.

The young and vigorous Zeng Zheng is not as concerned about gains and losses as the local veterans, nor is he as self-willed as the foreign ones.

It's gratifying to be ahead at the start, but it didn't affect Zeng Zheng's judgment of the situation and his overall tactical arrangements.

In other words, scoring so early in the opening game was completely within Zeng Zheng's plan!
"It's not easy to do now!"

While Xu Dingmao arranged for the players to retreat, he planned how to equalize the score as soon as possible.

In the mouth of the media for this Olympic Games, Sulai has the title of "the worst Olympic Games in the history of South Korea".

Even so, outstanding players such as Lee Dong-guk, Lee Kwan-woo, Gao Gaoxiu, Shin Byung-ho, and Seol Ki-hyun have emerged.

What's more, today Huh Jong-moo resisted all opinions and specially promoted Park Ji-sung, who is only 18 years old, to make his debut.

The purpose is to better limit Sun Jihai's assists while effectively supporting the offense.

Although Park Ji-sung is a bit messy on defense, his assist ability on the offensive end is not covered.

In the 7th minute, Lee Dong-guk caught the ball and knocked it back in front of the Olympic penalty area, and the full-back Park Ji-sung stepped forward to meet the ball and shot angrily without any hesitation.

Fortunately, Chen Dong focused and lifted the ball out of the bottom line with a single punch.

In the 12th minute, Shen Binghao took a direct shot from Park Ji-sung's cross from the left, but was blocked by Li Weifeng with his heel.

Although Chen Dong was thrown off the center of gravity at the first moment, the slowed speed of the ball allowed him to get up again immediately and hold the ball in his arms.

"Chen Dong! Chen Dong! Well done!!!"

The goalkeeper's steady defense several times in a row made the fans feel at ease.

Chen Dong was safe, but South Korea was in trouble.

When he was unable to attack for a long time, the National Olympics also launched several waves of threatening attacks.

Seeing this, the South Korean fans at the scene also became anxious.

Zeng Zheng still stood on the sidelines, orderly directing the players to attack.

Every word he said was so clear that even some fans sitting close could hear it.

Under the command of Zeng Zheng, the players leading by one goal were also extremely active.

After discovering that Zheng Dongqi's side can suppress South Korea, Guo'an's offense has also repeatedly hit from the right side.

Coupled with Zheng Dongqi's willingness to run and work, South Korea's left backcourt was torn apart.

To be honest, both Wang Peng and Li Jinyu are silent forwards.

If Zhang Yuxie is a star striker, then Wang Peng and Li Jinyu belong to the green leaf type.

According to common sense, the two forwards should be on one light and one on the other, and one on the other, so that the cooperation with the partner is considered perfect.

But today Zeng Zheng sent two "assassin-type" centers in a daze.

After more than ten minutes of attacking in the National Olympics, Xu Dingmao finally saw the clues.

"Damn it!"

"Cunning Chinese team coach!"

Once Zeng Zheng changed his previous four-back formation, it was already beyond everyone's expectations.

But only now did Xu Dingmao realize that he still underestimated Zeng Zheng.

"Where is 352 here?"

"This is clearly 343!!!"

That's right.

Zheng Dongqi's activeness is not like a right midfielder, but more like a right winger!

In this way, it makes sense for Zeng Zheng to send two low-key forwards to start.

"That guy, put Baodu on the right!"

When Xu Dingmao noticed Zeng Zheng's intention, it was already too late.

In the 19th minute, Li Tie sent a long pass in the backcourt.

Long passing is not Li Tie's strong point, and the target is not Jianlibao players.

When Zheng Dongqi received the oversized pass, his posture was not correct. After the ball hit the inside of his arch, it suddenly bounced forward vigorously.

Lucky hit.

How could Park Ji-sung have thought of such a situation?

In a daze, the start was a step late.

The jersey broke free from Park Ji-sung's fingers, and followed Zheng Dongqi.

Comparing speed, physical strength, and even body, Park Ji-sung is not afraid of this opponent who is three years older than him.

But only in terms of explosiveness, he was always slightly inferior to Zheng Dongqi.

Coupled with the lack of single-defense experience, for a while, Pu Zhixing could only follow Zheng Dongqi and eat the dust.

One meter before the baseline, Zheng Dongqi had already found a target to pass the ball to.

With a full swing of his right foot, the ball grabbed Park Ji-sung's outstretched toes and flew towards the penalty area of ​​South Korea.

"Zheng Dongqi breaks through with the ball"

"Bottom pass."

"Wang Peng!!!"

Following Liu Jianhong's low shout, the ball flew over Wang Peng's head.

In the next second, another big head flew up and slammed the ball towards the gate of South Korea.

The lion shook his head at such a close distance, Jin Longda didn't react at all.

In fact, as soon as he turned his head, the ball hit him hard in the face.

puff! ! !
The South Korean goalkeeper instantly lowered his waist and leaned back.

Jin Longda, who had never practiced zama stance, didn't even have a support column for a second, so he fell on his back to the ground.

Fortunately, before Jin Long fell on his back, his legs had been bent as far as he could, and the back of his head did not touch the ground first.

But even this butt is not something he can easily bear.

This is not over yet.

The ball rose from the sky, rubbed against the crossbar, was stopped by the top net, and then quickly smashed down.

Jin Longda, who had just fallen to the ground, hadn't recovered before the ball hit his lower abdomen hard and rolled to his side.

"┗|｀O′|┛哦~~吸~~~"

Jin Longda, who was lying straight just now, suddenly curled up like a shrimp, and then slowly lay down.

Whoa! ! !
In the next second, the 8-person stadium once again boiled into one piece.

"The ball went in!!!"

"Li Jinyu!"

"It's Li Jinyu again!"

Liu Jianhong's tone was full of unconcealable joy.

"This is a header from Li Jinyu from the back point."

"The ball hit Jin Longda's face and bounced into the top net."

"The goal counts!"

"The Chinese team leads 2-0!"

Li Jinyu, who had a watermelon haircut, ran all the way to the sidelines, shaking his head constantly.

"Mom, look, Watermelon Taro!" A primary school student shouted from the stands.

At this time, the Chinese fans had already gathered together in celebration, completely oblivious to the increasing number of players gathered in front of South Korea's goal.

Something went wrong?

I care about you!

At this time, the broadcast camera also quickly switched to the center of the restricted area in South Korea.

Through the crowd, Liu Jianhong said in surprise:
"Kim Yong-dae, the goalkeeper of South Korea, hasn't gotten up yet."

"It seems that Li Jinyu's header just now did him a lot of damage."

After a while, the South Korean team doctors ran onto the field carrying a stretcher.

After a simple treatment of bandaging, the crowd dispersed, and Jin Longda was slowly helped up by his teammates.

Careful fans saw at a glance that there was an extra piece of toilet paper under Jin Longda's left nostril, and the dark red nosebleed was almost dyed to the end.

Finally, the team doctor stretched out two fingers in front of Jin Longda and asked in Korean, "How much is this?"

"2 Smecta!" Jin Longda replied.

"Well, he knows it's 2." The team doctor nodded to his colleague.

The colleague was still a little worried, and said softly: "Maybe he remembered that he lost two goals?"

"Then how much is this?" The team doctor stretched out a third finger.

"3 Smecta!" Jin Longda replied decisively.

"It should be all right now, right?" the team doctor who stretched out his finger said firmly.

"No!" The colleague still looked worried, "What if he was fooled?"

"Then what do you want?"

The colleague thought for a while, "Let me give him a try. I recently learned the Chinese gesture of '8' and see if he can recognize it."

As he spoke, the colleague squatted down, stretched out his thumb and index finger and asked, "How much is this?"

Jin Long looked left and right, and muttered, "I'm not that long either."

Jin Longda was there to deal with the injury, and the Olympic players were here to celebrate, without any delay.

It wasn't until the South Korean team doctor left the field that the Lebanese referee urged the players from both sides to return and then restarted the game.

2:0.

Chinese fans haven't seen this score for a long, long time.

The fans at the scene stood up, put their shoulders on their shoulders, and started to make waves.

Especially when he saw the balls of paper under Jinlong's big nostrils, he couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear.

"As expected of Coach Zeng, it seems that Po Han made a move here!"

"Let me just say, coach Zeng leads the team, what is Korean phobia? 'Sinophobia' is almost the same!"

"You still have to be young players like Jianlibao, those who study abroad are different!"

"Team China, come on! Come on! Team China!"

More than 7 fans shouted in unison, and their voices pierced the sky.

The South Korean players, who were behind by two goals, gritted their teeth and struggled to advance amidst the tsunami of the home fans.

Before coming to Shanghai, the South Korean team had already done similar training.

They played through loudspeakers indoors, simulating the shouts and cheers of Chinese fans to do anti-stress exercises.

I thought I was immune to all poisons, but after being on the scene, I found that I still couldn't help but feel my feet go weak.

There are too many Chinese people!

There are so many fans from all over the world, it seems that the whole stadium is really going to be crowded!
Time passed by minute by minute.

Although the two sides were still attacking each other, Zeng Zheng's brows gradually wrinkled.

The BUFF for the opening attack has expired, but the Olympic players still have a lot of desire to attack.

The players are working hard, which is a good thing.

But the problem is that Hanphobia is a continuous and superimposed BUFF.

The more goals scored, the worse the defensive ability.

Several times, if Chen Dong hadn't made a crucial save, the goal would have been scored!
On the whole, Koreanphobia is mostly a DEBUFF.

Goals and leads not only have negative effects, but when the ball is lost and behind, the negative effects may also form an "avalanche".

Zeng Zheng's previous simulated battles all adopted the tactics of aggressive attack + tenacious defense.

After the opening, he quickly attacked and defended with all his strength after leading.

But it doesn't work well.

First of all, if you only lead by one goal, the closer you are to the final stage, the more likely you will be tied by your opponent.

By simulating the game, even if you play a 10, 0, 0 bus, you may cause an own goal, or give the opponent a point, or be caught by the opponent with a long shot.

Combined with the experience of the last game, Zeng Zheng finally realized the horror of the BUFF of Korean-phobia.

This is the law of cause and effect!
It is Zidane's ability to fight against metaphysics, and he has no such skills.

So the best result is to lead by two goals in the first half, so that after the kick-off in the second half, the most terrifying "tying BUFF" will not be triggered.

But leading by two goals, there are also such scores as 2-0, 3-1 and so on.

After testing, only 2 to 0 is the most suitable and safe.

Because more than 3 to 1 means that the Olympic Games lost the ball.

The most perverted part of the BUFF of Korean fear is that no matter who scores a goal on both sides, it will weaken the Olympic defense ability.

In other words, no matter how Zeng Zheng strengthens his defense, he can at most maintain it at a basic level.

And even if it is 2 to 0, there is a high possibility of being tied by the opponent.

Because once the ball is conceded, the BUFF of Korean fear will grow bigger and bigger like a snowball, until the Olympic defense ability is completely reduced to zero.

So, it's all appetizers before!

For Zeng Zheng, the game officially begins after leading by two goals!
In the 27th minute, Li Tie let out a furious roar and shoveled desperately to block South Korea's long-range shot from the penalty area.

In the 29th minute, Chen Dongfei jumped and blocked the ball from the crossbar with a single fist.After getting up, there was also a loud shout.

Amid the cheers of the fans, Park Ji-sung showed a very high aura.

Faced with Li Weifeng's header from the penalty area, he swept across the air before the ball hit the ground.

With a whoosh, the ball crossed a distance of more than 30 meters and hit the Olympic post with a "bang", popping out of the baseline.

Chen Dong, who hadn't touched anything, rolled around on the ground and then got up, looking at the trembling goal behind him, with lingering fear in his heart.

The goal almost went in!
Facing the tide-like attack from South Korea, Zeng Zheng shouted from the sidelines until smoke came out of his throat.

At this moment, the game has entered a white-hot stage.

As long as there is less shouting, the opponent may catch the gap and recover a goal.

Seeing the danger in front of the Olympic goal, the fans also became nervous.

As the first half of the game came to an end, Li Jinyu and Wang Peng also retreated to their own half to participate in the defense.

Physical fitness has always been the strength of South Korean players.

Even at the end of the first half, the South Korean players were still attacking fiercely.

In the 45th minute, South Korea won a corner kick.

This time, at least five players from South Korea gathered in the Olympic restricted area.

Seeing this, Zeng Zheng shouted loudly.

"Li Weifeng, squeeze people out, squeeze people out for me!!!"

Although it was Li Weifeng who shouted, the word "du" covered all the players who let go.

Chen Dong is 1.9 meters two, tall and long arms, and he has a great advantage in dealing with corner kicks.

But if the area in front of the goal is crowded by opponents, his height will hardly be useful.

The best solution is that the defenders use their bodies to create a barrier for Chen Dong to facilitate his running and jumping.

But how easy is it to do this?

The Lebanese referee blew the whistle twice in a row to suspend the corner kick, and even showed a yellow card to Son Ji-hae and Lee Dong-guk before blowing the whistle for the third time, indicating that the corner kick could be taken.

Jin Tujun looked at the gap in the penalty area, took a high ball, and kicked the ball near the penalty spot.

In the penalty area, everyone is looking up at the ball above their heads.

People who think they can touch the ball rush to the ball's landing point in a panic.

At the same time, Zeng Zheng had sharp eyes.

Hey!
not good!

"Chen Dong, get the ball out!!!"

In desperation, Zeng Zheng only issued this simple and hasty order.

Fortunately, there was a isolation zone squeezed out by his teammates, and Chen Dong, who was standing on the outside, immediately thought of getting the ball by himself.

Through the overhead camera lens, Sun Jihai, Li Weifeng, Zheng Zhi, and Li Tie were all stuck in the middle position.

At the same time, Chen Dong had abandoned the door and left.

Under Zeng Zheng's reminder, Chen Dong changed his arms to one palm.

Stretching out his fingertips desperately, he caught the ball across the air before everyone else.

clap~~~
Just this.

The flying ball suddenly changed direction.

And Chen Dong also pressed on Zheng Zhi's body, and both of them fell into the penalty area.

Li Jinyu, who was outside the penalty area, hurried forward when he saw this, turned around and kicked the ball to the opponent's half.

"Lying on the grass, Brother Dong, crush me to death!"

"Are you okay?" Chen Dong turned over and let Zheng Zhi out.

Just now he wanted to catch the ball with both hands.

But thinking back on the result just now, if I use my hands, I may not be able to hold the ball.

"Boss Zeng still has the foresight!"

Chen Dong muttered something in his heart, twisted his neck, and got up.

A figure flashed from the corner of the eye, and Chen Dong's blood became cold in an instant.

Looking at Li Dongguo who was running back with his arms stretched, Chen Dong felt a chill down his spine.

"Fuck, when did that guy run there?"

(End of this chapter)