six finger demon

Chapter 154 I scored the goal
"Be optimistic about No. 6, don't let him start!"

"Kill number 12!"

"Slot, just lock the inner thread!"

After the initial panic, the two sides began to enter their respective rhythms.

In Azadi, the Iranian players have a strong psychological advantage.Coupled with the need to avenge the last game, the Iranian players desperately attacked.

After Zhang Baofeng made a mistake, he thought he would be scolded by Tang Wu.

But Tang Wu seemed to be okay, commanding the defense as usual, as if the mistake at the beginning didn't happen.

"Is it my illusion?"

"Did I not make a mistake just now?"

At this moment, there was the sound of boxing and ball hitting in the stadium.

Boom!
Bang!
Tang Wu turned his back to the bottom, and the ball flew out of the baseline from above the crossbar.

"Fuck, don't you stretch your feet to block the shot? What the hell are you thinking!" Tang Wu stood up and pointed to Zhang Baofeng in the middle.

"I, I..." Zhang Baofeng was at a loss for words.He did slip away!
"Don't scribble, defend quickly!" Tang Wu threw a sentence and organized the players to defend the opponent's corner kick.

The surrounding team members glanced at Zhang Baofeng, some were disdainful, some shook their heads in regret, and some gloated.

At this time, Hu Zhaojun pushed him from behind, "Baofeng, I'll guard this one, you go guard the front one!"

Tang Wu was staring at the opponent's corner kick, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Zhang Baofeng walking forward.

"Fengzi, who told you to move? Get stuck on number 12!"

Zhang Baofeng was taken aback for a moment, then stood there for a moment, then looked back and forth, Tang Wu suddenly rushed forward and pushed Zhang Baofeng aside.

"Mine!" Tang Wu roared, and Zhang Yaokun and Xu Liang, who were about to get to the top, immediately stepped aside.

The Iranian team's midfielder is not tall, and belongs to the category of Xiaokuailing.

Tang Wu stretched out his hands and took off the ball directly above their heads.

After landing, Tang Wu glanced at the positions of Yu Tao and Yan Song, fell down decisively to protect his chest, and held the ball in his arms.

"Good shot! Tang Wu picked it beautifully!" Dewey, who was sitting on the sofa, swung his fist violently.

Wu Wei took the opportunity to ask: "Why did Tang Wu fall to the ground to protect the ball when no one hit him when he got the ball?"

Before Dewey could answer, Sun Ji said, "This is a common practice of goalkeepers. It's safer to wait until everyone leaves the penalty area before serving."

"Then why don't you take the opportunity to launch a fast attack? Just now Director Huang said on TV that counterattack is the main offensive method of the Olympic Games. Don't you agree with it?"

"Not the same!" Dewey shook his head.

"What's the difference?" The camera focused on Dewey's profile.

"Tang Wu is taller than us, and has better vision than us. If the Olympic Games really have a chance to launch a counterattack, he will kick the ball out without saying a word. But if he falls to the ground to protect the ball or expel players to the penalty area, It means that our offensive players are not in a good position, or they are not in a good offensive position."

As soon as the voice fell, the screen zoomed away, revealing Yu Tao and Yan Song who were looked like by the opponent.

"Look, Lu Feng's position is at the back. Unless Yu Tao and Yan Song run here, it will be difficult for them to connect with the ball." The winger's winger, Sun Ji is very accurate in this regard.

"Fengzi, what number do you always play during the game? Can't get stuck in the position and can't see the people?" Tang Wu took the opportunity to ask before kicking the big foot.

Zhang Baofeng glanced at Hu Zhaojun's back, opened his mouth, but never made a sound.

Tang Wu was not stupid either, he knew Zhang Baofeng's "difficulties" just by looking at him.

But now that the game is in progress, Tang Wu is not in the mood to give psychological counseling to the players.

"What the hell, you are a central defender, the midfielder and the full back have to listen to you, do you have any opinions?"

"Also, even if your brain is not good enough to make your ears not good? Can't you just do what I say?"

Zhang Baofeng looked at Tang Wu hesitantly. Tang Wu ran to him and kicked the ball forward, then said domineeringly: "Listen to me, do you understand?"

"Understood!" Zhang Baofeng's eyes finally became more determined.

The ball flew forward, and Lu Feng, who was 1.8 meters three, jumped desperately and slid the ball to the feet of Xu Liang who was plugging in next to him.

Amid Shen Xiangfu's yelling, Xu Liang arched his foot and sent a straight kick along the sideline.

Yan Song strode his legs desperately, and chased towards the ball while getting stuck.

Although A-A has undergone transformation in the past two years, it does not affect the cultivation of young people by A-A giant Dalian Shide.

Like Zhang Yaokun, Zou Jie, etc., this group of powerful newcomers has injected a lot of fresh blood into Dalian Shide.

Among them, Yan Song is the representative.

In 1999, 18-year-old Yan Song entered the first line of Shide, and was the first member of Shide's young players to play A.Relying on his good performance in the club, Yan Song was selected for the National Youth, National Youth and National Olympics at a young age.

Today, Yan Song has become the main offensive planner of the National Olympics by virtue of his strong sprint and extraordinary breakthrough.

At this time, Yan Wanwan's speed was up, he gently pushed the ball with his right foot, and began to attack the Iranian team's defense line with his game experience beyond ordinary people.

"Okay, million, it's time to pass it on, pass it on, pass it on!" Outside the camera, Sun Ji and Dewey were the first to get excited.

Seeing Yan Song dribbling closer to the baseline, the two were more excited than anyone else.

Dewey's mother looked at her excited son, and her face was full of relief.

Since Dewey was injured, it is rare to see him in such a sunny look.

Bang!
As soon as Yan Song took his foot, the Iranian defender who followed him blocked the ball out of the baseline.

"nice shot!"

Even if it was out of bounds, Dewey was very happy.

When he was on the team, the Olympic team often used corner kicks to threaten the opponent's goal. This is also one of the few offensive methods of the Olympic team.

However, Dewey completely forgot that he was no longer on the field at this time. Not only was the threat of the corner kick from the Olympic Games greatly reduced, Sun Xiang also lost his first choice for the corner kick.

"Look at this corner kick. This is the third corner kick won by the Olympic Games in the first half." Huang Jianxiang said flatly.

"The absence of Dewey has indeed had a great impact on the control of the high-altitude ball by the Olympic Games. The first two corner kicks were cleared by the opponent's goalkeeper."

"Sun Xiang."

“This time it opened a bit earlier”

"Header!"

"The ball went in?!"

In Huang Jianxiang's slightly surprised voice, Hu Zhaojun rushed to the coach's bench with open arms, and the field was full of red joy.

"This goal has been scored!" Zhan Jun did not expect the Olympic goal to come so suddenly, but he still maintained the good conduct of a commentator, and explained to the microphone: "In the 27th minute of the first half, Yan Song made A right corner kick was taken. Sun Xiang took the penalty, and Hu Zhaojun headed the ball in from the front point."

"The Olympic team is ahead!"

With just a few words, nearly a thousand Chinese fans in the stands jumped up excitedly, waving the flag in their hands vigorously.

"Come on, coach, we scored!" Hu Zhaojun was the first to run to the bench, and was greeted by Shen Xiangfu's hug.

Then Yan Song, Yu Tao, Lu Feng, these people hugged the substitutes and staff who rushed up one after another.

"Xiao Hu, it's fine, the top of this ball is beautiful!"

"That's right, Captain, this lion's head shake is absolutely amazing!"

"If Kahn comes, he may not be able to bear it!"

Amidst the compliments from teammates and coaches, Hu Zhaojun scratched the back of his head and smiled.

At this moment, a discordant voice came over.

"Coach, I scored the goal!"

(End of this chapter)