I am Chuqiu Wang

Chapter 362 Chasing Fang Dan
Benjamin Pierre had deep eyes, and a lot of cold sweat broke out on his head.

How to do?
A team with one player at its core will definitely have difficulties in this situation.

It is impossible to change the way of playing. The Chinese team can only play with Wang Wei as the core.

Adding midfielders will not work either, and switching to a 3-back may be tantamount to admitting defeat.

"More breakthroughs, Zhang Chiming, you two give me more breakthroughs!"

Benjamin Pierre shouted up the field at the top of his voice, it is a good way to create a set ball.

Seeing that Wang Hao was fouled by the frontcourt, he immediately waved to Zheng Zhi: "Xiao Zheng, come here."

"coach!"

"Your position is a little bit forward, to support Wang Ji and cooperate with him to attack. When he enters, you should come back and participate in the defense. You don't have to wait for the second attack. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Cooperate with him once, and then come back to defend against the opponent's counterattack?"

"Correct!"

Pierre patted Zheng Zhi on the shoulder: "Your task is a bit heavy, but now only you can do it, so it's up to you."

"Don't worry, coach!"

What Zheng Zhi said was not just for the occasion.

He has dreamed of playing in the World Cup since he started playing football. The last time the national team entered the World Cup, he was too young to catch up. This is his first World Cup.

It is true that some teammates feel that the task has been overfulfilled by qualifying, but that is not him!
He is not as talented as Wang Ji, but he also hopes to fight to the end.Enter the top 8, enter the top 4, and let Xiao Bangzi's dirty Asian record pass away.

Although the coach's requirements are very high, Zheng Zhi feels very happy.

This is the coach's trust in him!
For the national team, he is willing to fight to the last drop of blood!

……

Wang Xie took a free kick after a run-up. The distance was too far and he went directly to Dong Fangzhuo, but there were already two people on the right side of the penalty area to guard against him. Dong Fangzhuo was cleared by the opponent without even touching the ball.

"Reverse snatch, beautiful!"

Zhang Chiming grabbed the ball and hit the opponent with a volley after adjustment.

boom--

The ball bounced high but didn't fly very far. Annan took off and soon found that a person jumped in front of him, and he jumped higher than him!

"Zheng Zhi headed the ball into the penalty area!"

"The referee blows the whistle!"

"It's a foul in the top fight. It's true in the replays, but Zheng Zhi played really hard today."

"Hey, everyone said that the national team played softly, but today we faced a group of black and hard players, and we fouled more than the other side."

"Yeah, the most important thing is not malicious fouls. Although we are at a disadvantage in physical confrontation, the players really fought hard today."

The fans in front of the TV can also feel the enthusiasm of the players, even if there are sarcastic remarks, they can't say it.

Fighting is fighting, confrontation is still at a disadvantage.

They could still scold them in the national team games before, but now they can't scold them anymore, and they look aggrieved.

Why are Africans so strong?

Fuck!
"Counter grab!"

Ghana took a free kick from the backcourt. Zhang Chiming grabbed the ball again and pulled it to the middle. When encountering the opponent's defense, he quickly passed the ball to Wang Xie with his heel.

beep—

"Yellow card, free kick!"

"The location is good, within Wang Ji's range."

Wang Ji got up and observed immediately. It was about 32 meters, which was not bad, but the position was too straight.

Except for free kicks at the top of the arc, he doesn't like free kicks that are too upright, because the goalkeeper is better positioned, just stand in the middle.

But that's all there is to it.

After setting up the ball, he retreated to the left rear of the ball and turned his head.

After being signaled by the referee, he immediately started the run-up.

Swing your arms and move your feet.

His body leaned heavily to the left, and the three fingers of the toes of his right foot and the front of the inner instep rubbed under the ball.

boom--

The ball climbed sharply, drawing an arc and passing quickly through the middle of the wall!
Ghanaian goalkeeper Jinsen didn't dare to blink, and suddenly rushed to the left side of the goal.

Then he immediately cursed in his heart.

Because, the speed of the ball falling is much faster than he imagined!
Snapped,
As soon as the ball flew into the lower penalty area, it bounced on the ground, and then flew to the left side of the goal at a faster speed.

Duang!

Finally hit the outside of the left post out of the bottom line.

"Depend on!"

Duan Xuan couldn't control it, and quickly explained: "Wang Ji's elevator ball is really scary, and the goalkeeper is not easy to judge at all."

"Hey," Director Zhang smiled, "Even if it was me, I probably wouldn't be able to save it. The ball was really close. After Wang He arrived in South Africa, his luck was not very good, and he failed to continue his terrifying shooting percentage in the Premier League."

"Yeah, before he could score one goal with four feet on average, but his recent shooting percentage has indeed dropped a bit."

"Looking at the sweat on Wang's face, it is reasonable to say that it is winter in South Africa, and the temperature is less than 20 degrees."

"It shouldn't be, maybe his body is really tired."

"It is true. Wang He has not had a good rest for a long time, especially the 120-minute Champions League final put a great burden on his body."

"It is said that the Manchester United team doctors have been paying attention to Wang He's physical condition, but now it seems that they still haven't done a good job."

"No one thought that Wang Xie could run 7000 meters in that race, and his physical fitness was completely overdrawn."

It was a pity that Wang Xie missed the chance to score a free kick, but he didn't think too much about it.

He feels very bad now.

I thought it was nothing before, but when I reached the critical point, I realized that his body was very tired.

The not-so-hot weather made him sweat all the time, and he knew it was a protest from his body.

call--

Noticing that the fourth official had raised the overtime card, he felt better and now he must rest and rehydrate.

The Ghana team passed a few random kicks and then made a big kick. Sun Jihai made a clearance. The referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

Wang Huo took off his jersey immediately, threw it to the staff on the sidelines, and took the towel.

There were still fans chattering in front of the TV, and Duan Xuan immediately explained: "When the jersey is soaked, it will cause a great burden to the players. Wang Wei does this mainly to save energy."

……

"Are you OK?"

Benjamin Pierre noticed the exhaustion on Wang Ji's face, and took back the hand that was about to hug his lover.

"Damn the weather, it seems to be hotter than before?"

"That's your illusion. It's winter in South Africa."

Pierre suddenly said: "It seems that you feel very bad, or you should end."

"Stop kidding, head!"

Wang Hao said angrily: "Now it's the national team's game, this is the World Cup! Even if I die on the court, I can't get off easily."

"But...you look tired."

"I'll just rest for a while. Don't change my head. I remember that in football rules, it is not valid for a player to refuse to leave the field and make a substitution."

"Then pay attention to yourself and tell me if you can't hold on."

"Don't worry, head!"

Don't worry, how can you rest assured?

Pierre slowed down and followed behind. Wang Ji's steps were unusually heavy, which he had never seen before.

This kid has always been full of vitality. When he was in Metz, even if he ran too much in one game, he could recover in the next game. How could he not worry about this situation now?
Pierre couldn't help complaining that Ferguson didn't take good care of Wang Xie.

Ferguson in front of the TV was equally worried.

As one of the people who was most familiar with Wang Ji, he obviously noticed something was wrong.

According to the estimation of the Manchester United team doctor, even after playing the Champions League final, Wang Huo's physical fitness should not drop to this level. It can only be said that the teammates around him dragged him down, causing him to consume rapidly both physically and mentally.

The old Scottish man took out his antique Nokia, found the name and dialed it: "You tell Alai that after the World Cup, he has a one-month vacation and doesn't have to return to the team...don't tell me this, you are his manager, you fucking He doesn't have to train with his teammates. If he shows up in Manchester within a month of leaving South Africa, I'll tie him up and send him on holiday!"

……

……

After the conditioning of the masseur, the muscles are relaxed a lot.

He didn't say a word during the 15-minute break.

After adjusting his mentality, Wang Hao walked out of the locker room with his teammates.

Today's situation made him realize the reality that he is not a superman.

Even if Sir Alex Ferguson has been strictly controlling his playing time, consecutive battles have exhausted his physical fitness.

Strictly speaking, the World Cup matches consume more energy than the Champions League.

too tired!
Before, I thought about what to do when I met the German team, but now it seems that whether I can pass the Ghana level is the same thing.

"Cheer up, Wang Huo!"

As if it wasn't his own face, Wang Hao didn't show mercy when he slapped his hands.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, you've done enough."

"It's okay, Brother Zheng." Wang Hao forced a smile: "I have carried so many people's football dreams, why can't I just go home right after qualifying?"

"Ok!"

Zheng Zhi suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had stayed abroad when he was a teenager, not to mention that he could reach Wang Xie's height, at least he could help him share more.

The northeast man clenched his fists until they turned white.

Fuck, Garner must be done!

Ghana kicks off.

They started relatively cautiously, passing the ball constantly near the midfield.

Andre Ayew received the ball and attacked from the wing again, and when he encountered the defense, he gave it to Boateng in the middle as soon as he encountered the defense.

Garner's front midfielder dialed the ball and rushed forward.

click,
Zheng Zhi accurately shoveled the ball to the side, but Wang Hui failed to get the ball in the first time after chasing, and knocked Annan down with a shovel from the side and rear.

beep—

"Yellow card!"

"Wang Ji's first yellow card is not a big deal."

"But just now I saw that Wang Hao's tackle was slower than before. This is probably caused by the decline in physical fitness."

"Wang Xie is too tired. The group race has run more than 3 meters."

"Even if he is replaced due to poor physical fitness, Wang Huo is still worthy of pride. He scored 3 goals in the 6 rounds of the group stage and has already reviewed Fontaine's record in the group stage. If he can score another goal today, he will still be in sync with Fontaine." .”

He Wei did not say a word, that is, the French team entered the semi-finals, and finally played in the final of the 4th place. In the final of the 34th place, Fontaine staged a big four.Switching to the Chinese team, it is absolutely impossible to play so many games.

But even so, Wang Hao is also worthy of pride. There are very few players in the World Cup who have scored 4 goals in 7 games.

Re-kick off the Chinese team has deployed the defense, Ghana's offense returned without success.

The confrontation between the two teams in the midfield was quite fierce. Even Zhou Haibin came back to defend and received a yellow card. In the opening 20 minutes of the second half, neither team had any good offensive opportunities, and the fluency of the game was also unreliable. talk.

Zheng Zhi, a man from the Northeast, showed full toughness when facing Ghanaian players.

In the 72nd minute, facing Boateng who came to the door, Zheng Zhi stabbed the ball away from the opponent's feet accurately again. An exasperated Kevin Boateng turned around and grabbed Zheng Zhi's jersey and received a yellow card.

"It's okay, Brother Zheng."

"Don't worry, that grandson is a fart. I have encountered revenge fouls in the Premier League before."

"Be careful anyway."

Wang Hui returned to the backcourt and did not go forward. He was going to take a break before attacking suddenly.

The fans in front of the TV were a little anxious.

"Why is the national team under pressure?"

"Wang Xie went back, why is he at the back?"

"Silly man, Wang Xie can't run anymore."

"Damn it, Chinese players just can't do it, they also played 3 group games, how can they still run?"

"Fuck off, idiot! Wang Hao has done a good enough job, everyone rotates, and Wang Hao basically decides the outcome every game, can it be the same?"

Although the situation of the Chinese team was not good, the time dragged on to 85 minutes without conceding a goal.

If the game continues like this, it may be necessary to play overtime.

Wang Xi had no choice but to procrastinate any longer.

His physical fitness absolutely cannot support another 30 minutes.

Now even if he is asked to dribble the ball, he can't run.

You can only find opportunities to let your teammates rush!
"Wang Yu!"

Zheng Zhi made a steal from the backcourt, and quickly slashed to the midfield with one foot on the ground. Wang Hao took the ball and made a breakthrough posture. When he found that Zhang Chiming was not stuck on the right, he instantly rubbed his right foot to pass the ball overhead.

Snapped--

Zhang Chiming understood and ran towards the middle.

Seeing Asamoah coming up, he deliberately flew up and raised his leg to catch the ball. He landed unsteadily, and Zhang Chiming stuck to the opponent before falling down.

Asamoah raised his hand to indicate that it was none of his business, but the referee ran over and gave a free kick.

"Pretty!"

The foul was just a little behind the top of the arc!

Wang Ji wished he could rush over to hug Zhang Chiming and kiss him.

"Free kick, Wang Hao area!!!"

"The Chinese team is going to kill!!!"

The fans were as excited as Duan Xuan.

Wang Huan walked all the way to the front of the penalty area, took the ball and put in a good posture.

Over there, the Ghanaian team was still besieging the referee frantically, and he didn't bother to take care of it, just leave it to his teammates.

The referee 'dissuaded' Ghana with a yellow card.

They reluctantly put up a human wall.

Observation is good, Wang Ji kicks without delay.

As usual, there is no run-up at the top of the arc.

"Out of bounds?!"

After the free kick kicked by the instep of Wang Ji's right foot passed the wall, it was obvious that he was running outside the left post of the goal. Even the Ghanaian goalkeeper didn't react.

When he was about to make a move, the ball had already drawn a strange arc and stuck to the left post and pierced into the net!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

"Wang Hao's eighth ball!!!!!!"

"He went on to tie Fontaine's record in the first four games!"

"Our stars sent the Chinese team to the quarter-finals with their personal performance!"

After scoring the goal, Wang Huo went directly to the sidelines and made substitutions with both hands.

He really can't run anymore, and staying on the court will only drag the team down.

Pierre quickly pushed Du Zhenyu onto the court, and only said one sentence: "You guys keep the 2:1 for me!"

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　The Premier League 268 in TX is really expensive, I feel like I look down on it, can't I have a die-hard pass?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)