big mouth ball king

Chapter 981 Penalty Shootout
Halfway through the extra time, the physical fitness of both sides has reached the limit, and they can't add up even if they want to speed up.

"Hold on a little longer."

"Director Zhu, I think it's better to prepare for a penalty shootout." Li Tie reminded.

"Ah."

On the other side, the Australian coach has also begun to prepare for the penalty shootout.

On the court, Tang Zhenglong was about to suffer from cramps, and his legs hurt.

"Uncomfortable."

The weather in Doha is very hot. It is really uncomfortable to compete to such an extent under such circumstances.

"It should be a penalty."

Duan Xuan said.

In the last few minutes, the two sides still carried out several attacks, but they were all thunderous and rainy.

120 minutes to the end of the game.

Penalty shootout.

For the Chinese team, the first one must be Zheng Zhi.

In the last one, Zhu Guanghu wrote Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, I hope the last one on our side can wait until you play."

Zhu Guanghu's meaning was very clear, he didn't want the penalty shootout to end early.

Penalty shootout, a battle of luck.

At this time, strength is secondary, and luck is more important.

How many strong teams fell before 12 yards, unable to extricate themselves, such as Italy fluttering in blue, Netherlands in orange, and poor England, all victims of penalty shootouts.

The Chinese team's record in the history of penalty shootouts is actually not bad.

In the Asian Cup held in China in 2004, the Chinese team beat Iran in the semi-finals, and finally reached the final, losing to Japan.

Osik lined up and the penalty shootout was about to begin.

The goalkeepers of both sides are Schwarzer on one side and Zeng Cheng on the other.

When Schwarzel and Zeng Cheng shook hands, they deliberately had a little more force, which was regarded as coercion.

Just before the penalty shootout was about to start, Tang Zhenglong approached Zeng Cheng.

"What's the matter? Longlong."

"Pretend something happened."

"What do you mean?"

"Pretend I'm teaching you some secret technique."

puff.

Zeng Cheng is happy, we don't understand Tang Zhenglong's world.

"Thank you, but I want to rely on my strength to help the national football team."

"it is good."

The penalty shootout began, and Zheng Zhi was the first to play for the Chinese team.

Facing Schwarzel, Zheng Zhi made a fake move, flicked his ankle, and scored the ball into the other side.

1:0.

Australia's first appearance is Cahill.

The Australian chose to shoot in the middle, and Zeng Cheng threw in the wrong direction.

1:1.

Players from both sides filed out without missing a beat, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Director Zhu, are you okay?"

Li Tie was really worried that Zhu Guanghu had a heart attack, so he was too nervous.

"Both players performed very well. The first 4 rounds were flawless. Soon it will be the last round. This is a round that cannot make mistakes."

Although in the penalty shootout, a wrong round is likely to be punished, but the last round is obviously the most critical. Once the kick is missed, there is no way to remedy it.

Tang Zhenglong played for the Chinese team.

The referee whistled, and Tang Zhenglong started to run up. The moment he shot, Tang Zhenglong made a fake move.

Originally, this way the goalkeeper could be shaken away, but this time Schwarzer didn't move first.

Oops! !
Li Tie has rich experience. To succeed in fake moves, the most important thing is for the opponent to move first. If the goalkeeper does not move, then the fake moves will trap him.

Schwarzer jumped out.

Australia were ready to celebrate when the ball slid past Schwarzer.

"Oh my god, it's almost!!!"

Duan Xuan almost peed in fright.

It turned out that Tang Zhenglong's penalty kick was double insurance, on the one hand, it was a fake move, and on the other hand, the angle was also tricky.

Schwarzel beat his chest and stamped his feet.

Just a little bit, almost touched the ball, and that is the lore of the Chinese team.

Schwarzer hammered a few hard punches on the turf, then slowly rose to his feet.

"You can't escape either."

Zeng Cheng just smiled and said nothing.

On the Australian side, Kewell walked to the penalty spot, and the burden of the entire country was on him alone.

The atmosphere of the whole game reached its highest point.

Zhu Guanghu turned around, not daring to look at the ball.

Kewell started to run up and shot. Like Tang Zhenglong, he kicked the ball at a tricky angle, but...too tricky, and hit the goal post with a bang.

For the Chinese team, the bang was as sweet as the sounds of nature.

The game is over.

The Chinese team began to celebrate.

Tang Zhenglong was thrown into the air.

"Long live Brother Long."

"Brother Long is mighty."

"Hahaha."

"Put me down."

The Australians are disappointed, joining the AFC, two Asian Cups, they can't conquer Asia, it looks like Asian football is not as weak as they thought.

Kewell walked towards Tang Zhenglong.

"Congratulations, you won the championship."

"definitely."

"Exchanging jerseys?"

"no problem."

The two No. 10s swapped jerseys.

Mixed interview area.

Tang Zhenglong was surrounded by reporters again.

"Tang, congratulations, you have entered the final of the Asian Cup again. The Chinese team has reached the final of the Asian Cup for three consecutive times."

"Haha, thank you everyone."

"What do you most want to do right now?"

"Back to Real Madrid."

Everyone was taken aback, but they didn't expect this answer.

"Because José was crazy about me, he called me every day because without me, Real Madrid couldn't function at all."

puff.

boast! ! !

"Jose calls you every day? I read the report in Marca yesterday. Jose seems to say that it doesn't matter if Tang Zhenglong is there or not."

"Hahaha, idiot."

"..."

"That's to prevent other teams from poaching me. Do you know how sought-after I am in the transfer market now?"

"If Jose didn't say that, I would have been bought away long ago. You guys wouldn't understand the troubles of superstars."

Khan to death! !
"Don, can you talk about the Asian Cup final?"

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "I want to take a break first, let's talk about the Asian Cup final four days later, and there will be results by then."

"Would you be very sad if you were wiped out by South Korea?"

Pooh! !

"impossible things!!"

"What if?"

"There is no chance. If the opponent is South Korea, I will perform a hat-trick."

South Korean reporters were so angry that they left collectively.

The Asian Cup is coming to an end soon. On the second day, the semi-finals between Japan and South Korea also ended in a penalty shootout. South Korea defeated Japan and entered the final.

The final of this year's Asian Cup is a gathering of two old friends, the Chinese team VS South Korean team.

*******
"Boss, what did you call me for?"

"I order you not to call Koreans sticks until the final."

"why?"

Zhu Guanghu didn't want to cause extra problems. If Tang Zhenglong was suspended because of his big mouth, it would be a big loss.

"The game is over, you can say what you like, but not before the final."

"Also, this is my last game coaching the national football team."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"Director Zhu, are you leaving?"

"Should have left, I owe my family too much."

Tang Zhenglong felt sour in his heart.

(End of this chapter)