Junior football dream

Chapter 142
Zhou Xing's injury caused some confusion in the organization of the Chinese team's midfield.Although he did not end, none of the Chinese team members dared to hand the ball to him easily, for fear of aggravating his injury.

"Organize in the midfield, don't dribble and break through again." At this time, Zhu Guang also shouted from the sidelines.He can hope that there is something wrong with Zhou Xing.In this case, several world champions can't make up for it.

"We need stars, we don't need comets, we don't need meteors. We want him to shine for a long time, not just for a short time."

This sentence was what the leader of the State Sports General Administration told Zhu Guang.In the hearts of Chinese people, the value of Zhou Xing has already surpassed the level of national treasure.

"What about the organization?" Zhou Xing stopped and asked on the sidelines.

Zhu Guangdao: "Don't worry, I will replace Zhang Chen in a while. You play for a while now, and I will replace you later."

"What, replace me!" Hearing these words, Zhou Xing froze in place, and asked in disbelief.The game lasted only [-] minutes, is the coach going to replace himself?

Zhu Guang explained: "I'm afraid there will be something wrong with your injury. You are not just one person now, you have to represent many people. If there is something wrong with your injury, I will never feel at ease for the rest of my life."

"10 minutes, let me play another 10 minutes, I promise to score. Don't replace me now, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Zhou Xing's eyes burst out with a strong fighting spirit, his eyes were wide open, he stared at Zhu Guang closely and said, "I still want to win this game! I don't want me to give up the opportunity to fight with my teammates so early .”

Even Zhu Guang, the cold-faced coach, was infected by Zhou Xing's determination.At this time, he could only helplessly say: "Okay, just 10 minutes, not even a second more. Remember, cherish your body. You still have a long life in sports, I don't want you to just sit in the stands in the future Go watch the game."

"Understood, coach." After speaking, Zhou Xing happily flew into the court again, focusing all his attention on the game.He didn't even pay attention to Zhu Guang's last words.

Zhu Guang shook his head, smiled wryly, and then said to Zhang Chen who was sitting on the bench: "Go and warm up, you will replace Zhou Xing later."

"Okay, coach!" Upon hearing the news, Zhang Chen, who was sitting on the bench, immediately stood up with an excited expression on his face.As Zhou Xing's substitute, he rarely had the chance to play.Although he has outstanding golf skills, he can only stay behind Zhou Xing's shadow and remain unknown.

"It seems that the Chinese team will replace Zhou Xing this time, so we have to strengthen our offense." Domenech said to his assistant, and then he called Trezeguet and other forwards to the sidelines , Start warming up and prepare for the next game to attack.

Zhou Xing walked aimlessly on the field, remembering that he would be off the field in 10 minutes, his heart was at a loss. "Is this the end of my World Cup journey?"

"No, I can't just go on like this. Even if there are 10 minutes left, I will continue to work hard." Thinking of this, his eyes gradually returned to desire.

Although there is some numbness in the feet, it should not be a problem if you persist for 10 minutes.Thinking of this, he yelled to his teammates: "Pass the ball, I'm fine."

Seeing that Zhou Xing wanted the ball himself, Meng Qingtao hurriedly passed the ball to his side, and said with some concern: "The ball is coming. Don't try to be brave. If you can't do it, don't force it."

"OK, everything is fine." Zhou Xing stepped on the ball lightly with his injured foot and waved his hand.

10 minutes to go, just 10 minutes to go.In these 10 minutes, what kind of changes can Zhou Xing make in the situation on the field?All eyes are on the Chinese boy.

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Seeing Zhou Xing dribbling the ball again, Makelele was a little surprised. He thought he was injured just now, why did he dribble the ball himself?

Makelele himself felt a little embarrassed, after all, he was the one who injured Zhou Xing just now.Defending Zhou Xing again, he told himself not to make too much defensive action behind him.

Zhou Xing stared at Makelele, looking for the gap left by the opponent's defense.But Makelele is one of the best defensive players in the world, how could there be many flaws?
Makelele was a little anxious, and his body was stuck to Zhou Xing, hoping to snatch the football from under his feet.Every time he faces Zhou Xing, Makelele always feels a little nervous.Because Chinese teenagers are hard to guess, he can always make some incredible moves.

This time, it's Zhou Xing's performance time again.

Zhou Xing turned around quickly and protected the football in front of him, preventing Makelele from reaching the football.At this time, he stepped on the football lightly, looking for the gap left by the opponent.

Although Makelele himself can't reach football, the experience of the world's top defenders is not covered.Makelele stuck behind Zhou Xing, and he was not easy to get out, preventing him from turning around.If there is no way to turn around, it is impossible to organize an attack at all, and it is impossible to pose any threat to the French team's goal.

Zhou Xing moved his body back and forth while thinking about what to do next.Is it sudden, or passed?
Seeing that the players of the French team didn't think he could break through, and most of them wanted to press up, steal the football under their feet, and prevent him from passing the ball, Zhou Xing felt a kind of hard work in his heart.

"Since you think I can't break through, then you just wait and see."

Zhou Xing lifted the football lightly with the arch of his foot, and the light team star flew into the air in an instant.At this time, Zhou Xing gently sent it with his shoulder, and he turned around beautifully, making it impossible for Makelele to defend.

"What about football?"

Makelele put his attention on the ground, but the football disappeared.When he turned his attention to the air, he saw that the football flew onto Zhou Xing's other shoulder.At this time, Zhou Xing shrugged his shoulders again, and the football continued to fly a little distance.At this time, Zhou Xing stopped lightly with his forehead, letting the football land on his forehead.

"My God, he has such an attractive body that the football sticks to him and doesn't fall off!"

This scene was so unimaginable that everyone was dumbfounded.Originally, this set of movements was played by the players when they practiced juggling the ball during training.Used in official competitions, Zhou Xing is still No.1.All the movements are smooth and smooth, and the originally complicated movements happen to him so naturally.

"The basic skills are very solid, and the ball is perfectly stopped!"

At this time, even Pele, who was watching the game on the spot, was full of praise for Zhou Xing's extraordinary performance.

Zhou Xing himself did not hesitate, and quickly took advantage of Makelele's moment of stupefaction to speed up the start.It's just that there are some minor injuries on the feet, and the speed is slightly lacking.

Galla hurried to defend, and Thuram next to him also cooperated in defense, otherwise Zhou Xing would have a chance to break through.Zhou Xing was a little funny seeing these two people facing the enemy. He pretended to make a breakthrough, but passed the football lightly to Ji Weihao on the other side of the penalty area.

Seeing the stunned appearance of Thuram and Galla who were defending him, Zhou Xing smiled in his heart: "I ran so far just now, what energy do I still have to continue to break through. These two people are really stupid. .”

On the other side, Ji Weihao broke into the penalty area of ​​the French team with a light touch.Then, he made a pass and distributed the football to Yang Fan who came in from behind.Yang Fan unexpectedly stopped the football with his head this time, and made a strong shot from the outside of his right foot, which made French goalkeeper Barthez a little embarrassed.

In desperation, Barthez made a save on the ground and blocked the football from the door.At this time, Zhou Xing quickly grabbed the first point and shot vigorously.

Unexpectedly, such a shot was pushed up by him!

Zhou Xing smashed his thigh bitterly. When he shot the goal just now, he felt a weak feeling in his leg, which caused him to overshoot his inevitable shot.

"Hey, it may be an unwise choice for me to insist on being on the court."

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The time passed by every minute, and the 10 minutes agreed with the coach was coming up, and the anxiety in Zhou Xing's heart can be imagined.

In the past few minutes, although the Chinese team's offensive was ferocious, they were all fruitless, which made the coaches on the sidelines extremely anxious.

Zhou Xing dribbled the ball at his feet and looked around to see where there was space.At this time, Ji Weihao happened to be in front of him asking for the ball.At this time, Zhou Xing passed the football with a straight kick.

Under Thuram's defense, Ji Weihao felt no fear.However, the opponent's body is huge, and it is difficult to shoot hard under his obstruction.

"How to do?"

With an idea, Ji Weihao kicked the football, which happened to hit Thuram's hand, which was regarded as a handball.Upon seeing this, the referee quickly sentenced the French team to a foul.

At the last moment when Zhou Xing was off the field, Ji Weihao won a free kick for him.

The position of the ball is good, only 25 meters away from the goal.If you shoot from this position, it is very likely to score the football.

"It's all up to you."

The players of the Chinese team stepped forward and patted Zhou Xing on the shoulder one by one, watching their captain take the penalty.

Zhou Xing straightened the football, and carefully cleaned up the few weeds in front of the football. His eyes were fixed on the goal of the French team.

Run up, small steps, adjust the step point, shoot!

A frustrated expression appeared on Zhou Xing's face. When he was shooting just now, his supporting legs were not strong enough. When he was shooting, he felt a little floating under his feet, and the flight trajectory of the football was also far away from the goal.

"Hey!"

At this time, the fans of the Chinese team at the scene and the fans sitting in front of the TV all sighed heavily.

But at this moment, the sigh was replaced by cheers.

It turned out that when the football was flying in the air, it hit the jumping wall, changed its flight direction, and went straight into the dead corner of the goal!

"Two to two!"

Unexpectedly, at the last moment, Zhou Xing's free kick hit the goal crookedly and broke through the goal of the French team, bringing the two teams back to the same starting line.

At this time, before Zhou Xing could make a celebratory gesture, all the members of the Chinese team ran towards him happily.One, two, three, all the players of the Chinese team pressed Zhou Xing tightly under their bodies, celebrating their team's hard-won second goal.

(End of this chapter)