big mouth ball king

Chapter 1016 Can we go to the World Cup?

Tang Zhenglong's forward line is Zhang Yuning and Wu Lei's double forwards, and Wei Shihao organizes behind them.

Wu Lei is a veteran, there is no problem, but Zhang Yuning is still a little tender in front of the Iranians.

Before the game, Tang Zhenglong trained Zhang Yuning specially, especially strengthening his back-handling and... flopping.

There is no VAR in the World Cup qualifiers, so Tang Zhenglong's stunt back then still works.

This is also what Tang Zhenglong learned in Europe, that is, football is a war in a peaceful era, and any trick can be used.

When the ball reached Zhang Yuning's feet, he leaned on his opponent with his back and passed the ball to Wu Lei.

Wu Lei shot directly after taking the ball, and the ball missed.

Tang Zhenglong applauded the players.

"Beautiful work!!"

Soon, the Iranians counterattacked.

The ball reached the frontcourt, and the Iranian passed the ball directly behind the Chinese team's defense.

Azmon turned on the crushing mode again. This time the goalkeeper of the Chinese team attacked. It can be said that he pulled out his teeth and broke the ball from Azmon's feet.

"so close."

The roar of 10 people in the audience was deafening.

"This home game is really difficult." Tang Zhenglong said to himself.

In the 70 minutes of the second half, the physical fitness of the Chinese team had problems, and the advantage of the Iranian plateau began to play a role.

"The Chinese team can't run anymore."

The Iranians knew in their hearts that in the past, whether it was against South Korea or Japan, the Iranians could take advantage of it, and the opponent's physical fitness in the second half must not be good.

The Iranians started to attack wildly. They wanted to defeat the Chinese team's defense line, completely.

******
"Longlong, let's change."

Facing the assistant's suggestion, Tang Zhenglong shook his head.

"Not yet."

"why?"

"A gut feeling."

In fact, Tang Zhenglong doesn't trust the ability of substitute players.

Iran's corner kick.

The Iranians have an advantage in their height.

The corner kick was taken, and the Iranians ambushed players in the front, middle, and back points. At this moment, the goalkeeper of the Chinese team attacked ahead of time and hit the ball.

The Iranian turned his head, his gaze followed the ball in an arc, and finally landed on Wei Shihao.

After Wei Shihao took the ball, he dribbled the ball himself.

After taking almost 20 meters, the Iranian defense also came together, and Wei Shihao passed the ball to Zhang Yuning.

Zhang Yuning made a false move, and the Iranian defender was shaken. Zhang Yuning saw that it was really shaken, and immediately cut inside with the ball.

All this cut a hole in front of Iran's restricted area.

The Iranian defender immediately made up.

At this time, the right to choose was already in Zhang Yuning's hands.

The Iranian defender tackled the ball. Zhang Yuning remembered what Tang Zhenglong had said to him, so instead of hiding, he leaned on the Iranian.

Thanks to this, the effect was very good, and the referee immediately blew the whistle.

Iranians protest.

"It's not a penalty."

"He is the same as Tang Zhenglong, flopping."

When Tang Zhenglong heard that the Iranians slandered him, he also lost his temper.

"Referee, sent him off, he slandered me, everyone knows that I am a good player who never dives."

……

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The referee sweated to death.

"just you?"

"When you play football, it's a referee's nightmare in Asia."

"Tang, you are the coach now, can you stop embarrassing me?"

……

In the end, the referee gave the Chinese team a penalty.

penalty!

Tremendous stress.

Wu Lei stood up.

He puts the ball on the penalty spot.

The martial arts king has been scolded and praised by others. He has experienced everything that should be experienced. In the end, the martial arts king calmed down.

The Iranian goalkeeper jumped up and down the goal line. He tried to interfere with Wu Lei, but Wu Lei was very quiet at this time.

approach.

shot.

Wu Lei made a push and the ball flew into the goal against the post.

GOOOOOOOOOOOAL! !
Tang Zhenglong and Wu Lei hugged each other.

"Children, the next thing is to be a hooligan."

"Haha."

******
"The referee has cramps."

The Iranians were so angry that the Chinese players lay on the ground at every turn.

Tang Zhenglong approached the referee, "Referee, the air here is thin, why don't you rest for 10 minutes?"

"..."

"Don, please don't make trouble, do you know how many children's dreams of refereeing were ruined by you?"

Tang Zhenglong is upset, what are you talking about?Could it be that I stopped you from being a referee?
"Referee, if my player dies suddenly, you will be responsible."

"..."

The referee ignored Tang Zhenglong. Of course, he couldn't stop the Chinese players from lying on the ground. After all, everyone understands delaying time.

Tang Zhenglong called the players over.

"Attention everyone, your acting skills are not good enough, you should be even more shameless."

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"Before the game, I showed everyone my flopping collection. It was the best teaching material. Now that we are ahead, you just follow this, you know?"

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"Boss, are you sure?"

"nonsense."

Iran's popularity exploded, and I have never seen such a brazen team.

Wei Shihao fell to the ground.

Obviously nothing happened, but Tang Zhenglong insisted on entering the arena on a stretcher and carried him off.

Just a second after arriving on the sidelines, Wei Shihao immediately came back to life and ran back to the court.

The Iranian coach came over.

"Tang Zhenglong, do you still want face?"

"If you dare to scold me again, I will complain to you."

"You're still a hooligan when you're a coach."

cut! !

In the last few minutes of the game, the Iranians were struggling, and this time was also the most dangerous time.

In the end, the Chinese team withstood the last wave of Iranian attacks and kept 1-0 until the last moment.

The moment the final whistle sounded, Tang Zhenglong embraced the players, crying like tears.

"We're going to the World Cup!!"

"The World Cup, here we come!!"

The Iranians were not convinced, they left without shaking hands with the Chinese team, but Tang Zhenglong didn't care.

After the game, Tang Zhenglong blessed the Iranians and said they were lucky to win.

"Tang, will you bring the Chinese team to the World Cup next year?"

"If the Football Association and the fans need me, then I will definitely appear in next year's World Cup."

When returning to the capital, more than 1 fans arrived at the airport to welcome Tang Zhenglong.

"Hello everyone."

The security guard stopped him, Tang Zhenglong couldn't get close to the fans, so he could only wave his hands from a distance.

"Longlong, we love you."

"I love everyone too."

"Longlong, take us to the World Cup."

Tang Zhenglong gave a thumbs up.

If Tang Zhenglong is going to the World Cup, then the Football Association must provide him with a formal contract.

However, Tang Zhenglong still said that he only takes the bonus, and hopes that the contract will be good after the World Cup.

Because Tang Zhenglong has received a call from Raiola, Real Madrid hopes that he will join the team after the World Cup next year.

Qi Zu is ready to retire, and Tang Zhenglong is the best choice for Real Madrid. Like Zidane, he is a Real Madrid player, and he may be able to reproduce Qi Xuanzong's glory.

One day later, the Football Association announced that Tang Zhenglong would lead the team to play in the World Cup finals, not getting paid, only bonuses.

(End of this chapter)