Junior football dream

Chapter 141 Misfortunes Never Come Alone
As half-time ended, the players emerged from the locker room and stepped onto the field of play again.

In the player channel, it can be seen that after the rest of the two teams, the mental outlook has changed to a certain extent.Whether it is the faces of the Chinese team or the French team members, there is a sense of perseverance and determination.The second half is the real start of the game.Hard battles will continue until the end of the game.

Although the atmosphere was a bit tense, the expressions of Zhou Xing, Zidane and others were relatively relaxed.The two club teammates walked happily while talking.

Zhou Xingdao: "You scored a penalty in the first half, but it won't be so easy for you to break through and shoot in the second half. If you lose the game, you must treat me to dinner."

Zidane laughed, Zhou Xing never showed any face in front of these big brothers in the club, more often he behaved like a child.No matter how good he is, he's just a 17-year-old kid.

Thinking of this, Zidane said: "Okay, treat you to a French meal. Grilled snails, foie gras, that's all right. If I lose, what do you want to treat me to?"

Zhou Xing said with a bitter face: "I don't even eat the French food you mentioned. Forget it, let's talk about it later, I will definitely bring a few more people to beat you, so don't be stingy. If you lose, then Invite you to eat Chinese food, it is guaranteed to be rich."

Zidane smiled and said: "Okay, then it's settled."

After finishing speaking, the two walked out of the player tunnel while chatting about other topics.

If the locker room is a space for rest, then the court is a space for venting.The enthusiastic shouting of countless fans, the flashing lights, and the cameras on the sidelines all filled the game with a strong atmosphere of tension.

"Entering this game, you can enter the Berlin Stadium and participate in the final competition for the World Cup. Is it possible to win the World Cup in the final?"

A trace of fear flashed in Zhou Xing's heart, and now he was only two steps away from his dream.No matter how it looks, his journey to the World Cup for the first time was too smooth.

"Perhaps, this is fate." Zhou Xing turned his gaze to the stands, and sighed slightly in his heart.

In the stands, sat the red-haired teenager Assunsang, his good brother who trained with him at the beginning, and the talented shooter Buddy who was with him back then.After the Brazil team was eliminated, the national team disbanded on the spot. They did not go back immediately, but stayed here, cheering for Zhou Xing.

"Defeat the French team and avenge us!" Before the game, the two men patted Zhou Xing on the shoulder and said.

There are too many talents in the Brazilian team, and these two young players have not been able to play the main position.This World Cup is just their first training.If you want to see their performance, I am afraid you have to wait until the next World Cup.

Thinking that he is the same size as them, but has already led his own team in the World Cup, Zhou Xing can't help but rejoice that his choice is correct.If he is in the Brazilian team now, he is only the main player at most, and I am afraid that he cannot be the core and the tactical focus.

In a weak team, he can occupy the complete main force and let his strength be fully utilized.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xing said with a smile: "I didn't expect, I'm really lucky!"

The few years of football career in Brazil, plus the one-year football career in Spain, have been smooth sailing without any setbacks.All this is like a dream.The end of the dream may be the golden World Cup.

"Why are you in a daze? It's time to play." Seeing Zhou Xing standing still, Meng Qingtao hurriedly reminded him.

Zhou Xing woke up from his contemplation. Seeing Meng Qingtao's concerned expression, he hurriedly said, "It's okay, I'm just thinking about something. It's all right now, let's compete."

After speaking, Zhou Xing hurriedly stepped onto the field and walked towards the center of the field.

Meng Qingtao shook his head and smiled, and followed Zhou Xing onto the stage. "Perhaps, he's under a lot of pressure, no wonder he's a little absent-minded."

As the players were all ready, the referee blew his whistle, kicking off the start of the second half of the game.

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Zhu Guang's words played a certain role in the second half.At the beginning of the game, the Chinese team put on a desperate posture, which made it difficult for the French team to adapt.

"What's wrong with the Chinese team members?" Seeing the Chinese team's offensive one after another, even Makelele, who has always been fierce, couldn't adapt to it.

Vieira wiped his sweat and said, "I don't know. These young people are still strong enough. After running for such a long time, they are not tired. It's really enviable."

In the first 10 minutes of the second half, the Chinese team started four or five shots, each time posing a great threat.Zhou Xing's long-range shot and Ji Weihao's shot from inside the penalty area were extremely threatening, forcing Butters to make a perfect save, which made the French audience on the sidelines exclaim.

At this moment, Zhou Xing's face was full of desire to fight. In the first few minutes of the game, his clothes were soaked with sweat, which made people feel a little unbelievable.

In fact, all this is normal.In the second half, he obviously exerted his strength, sprinting, stealing, passing, breaking through and shooting again and again.In such hot weather, it is natural to feel very tired.

"Forget it, don't work so hard." Seeing Zhou Xing's hard work, Yang Fan and Ji Weihao in the forward line were a little embarrassed.Zhou Xing created opportunities several times, but they failed to grasp them, which really made them feel a little ashamed.

"If you don't work hard, how can you win the game?" Zhou Xing grinned, showing his white teeth, and said with a slight smile. After speaking, he continued to run desperately.

"I didn't expect that this aggressive method really had an effect. But, if he works so hard, will he have the physical strength to last till the end?"

Seeing that Zhou Xing messed up the defense of the French team by himself, Zhu Guang was also a little worried about Zhou Xing's physical strength.What he considered was not just for this game, there were more things in it.

Besides, if the pressure is too strong, if the opponent counterattacks again, the loss outweighs the gain.Playing too aggressively will consume too much physical strength of the players.

"Hold on, don't worry."

As soon as Zhu Guang finished speaking, France launched a quick counterattack.

Zhou Xing broke through with the ball in the frontcourt, and his speed was not as fast as before.At this time, Zhou Xing felt that even the air was scorching hot, and his heart was beating very hard.

Just when he was hesitating who to pass the football to, Makelele made a fierce tackle and knocked Zhou Xinglian with the ball to the ground.

"Foul, it's a foul."

The referee did not blow the whistle, and the Chinese team members were a little inexperienced, and they stopped to ask the referee to argue, and did not go back to defend.

"Go back, go back to me."

Although Zhu Guang shouted loudly, it was a little late.Zidane took the ball in the middle, and with a light point, the football was distributed to Ribery's feet on the wing.

Ribery's speed is very fast, and the speed at his feet is also very delicate, making it difficult for the Chinese defenders defending him.In just a short while, he had broken through to the front of the Chinese team's penalty area.

Before Deng Lei pounced, Ribery made a concealed pass and divided the football to the other side of the penalty area.At this time, Henry, who was keeping up with him, barely paused, and sent the football into the goal of the Chinese team with a shovel shot.

"Two to one!"

The Chinese team, which has always had an advantage in the scene, had to face the bitter fruit of their inexperience.At this time, they had to accept the lagging score.

Henry happily ran to the sidelines, celebrating his first goal of the game.At this time, the members of the Chinese team fell into a burst of sorrow.

"This referee is too dark!" Meng Qingtao said angrily as he helped Zhou Xing up.

Zhou Xing rubbed the calf that was caught by the opponent's spikes just now, and there was already a bruise on it, and the pain from it made him frown.

"Team doctor, come here quickly." Seeing Zhou Xing's appearance, Meng Qingtao hurriedly gestured for the team doctor to come on stage for treatment.

Seeing Zhou Xing fell to the ground, the referee hurriedly interrupted the game and asked the doctor to check Zhou Xing's body.He also knew that the teenager was one of the best players in the world.

"Is Zhou Xing injured? It's not serious. It looks like his expression is very painful!" Qin Lu saw the scene in front of him in the stands, his face was extremely anxious.

"I don't know, see a doctor." Chen Yao was also very nervous, but the expression on her face was well concealed.

"Does it hurt?" The doctor pressed Zhou Xing's injury with his thumb to check the extent of his injury.

"There is some pain and some numbness!" Zhou Xing cooperated with the doctor's examination, but the expression on his face was very anxious.

"Doctor, is there anything wrong with me? I feel okay, can I still play the game?" At this time, Zhou Xing hurriedly asked the doctor.

After observing for a while, the doctor came to a cautious conclusion: "It doesn't look like a big problem, but muscle injuries will affect your state during the game. Now I will bandage you, and you should be more careful in the next game."

After speaking, the doctor sprayed some painkillers on Zhou Xing, and carefully wrapped the wound with a bandage.

Zhou Xing felt a burst of coolness in the affected area, and the pain disappeared. He couldn't help standing up from the ground happily, and moved a few times happily.

Only then did he realize that he was surrounded by players.Among them, there are teammates of their own team and members of the French team.Seeing that Zhou Xing was injured, they all looked concerned.Seeing that his injury was not serious, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Makelele walked over embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it just now."

Zhou Xing also understood that it was not a conscious foul just now, so he couldn't help smiling and said, "It's nothing. It was just an accident."

Zidane walked up to Zhou Xing and said, "Be careful in the next game, put your body first."

"Understood." Zhou Xing ran lightly, trying to feel his feet.The tight feeling coming from the bandage made his running posture still a little abnormal.

However, it proved that he can still play on the court and continue to create opportunities.With this, everything is enough.

Looking at Zhou Xing, who was not seriously injured, the fans at the scene also burst into cheers.Among them, some fans of the French team were included.After all, they don't want such a wonderful game to be interrupted like this.If Zhou Xing is off, the game will be much uglier.

The expression on Zhu Guang's face at this time was not so good-looking. He couldn't help lamenting: "One goal behind, Zhou Xing was injured again. Although he can still be on the court, who can guarantee that his condition can still be [-]%?" What about points? This is really a blessing, and misfortunes never come singly. The next game will be even more difficult."

(End of this chapter)