Godfather of national football

Chapter 480 Fighting Australia ([-])
"Head, I'm not trying to be handsome, I don't want to affect the feeling of heading the ball."

Li Guo chuckled, it is really rare to see such a serious person, "I know, but if the bleeding cannot be stopped, you will have to end."

Zhou Dun suddenly lost his momentum. Although he could fight bloody battles, but the rules do not allow it, Zhou Dun glanced at the team doctor, "Okay, pack it."

Putting on the bandage, Li Guo looked at it and smiled: "It's still very handsome."

Zhou Dun smiled wryly and said, "Boss, stop mocking me."

The game continued, neither side could create a threatening attack for the rest of the first half, and the Chinese team ended the first half with a score of 2-0.

During the intermission, the scene cut to the big shots in the stands, and this final is also full of big shots.

The Prime Minister of Australia is here, the president of the Football Association is here, the president of the AFC is here, the vice-president is here, and some big names from FIFA are here, but Blatter did not come this time.

But apart from Zhang Jilong, the others couldn't laugh anymore, especially the Australians, who felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Salman, the president of the AFC, was sitting next to Zhang Jilong. He whispered, "Australians look ugly."

Of course Zhang Jilong knew what Salman meant, and said: "There are 45 minutes left, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose."

"Hehe, do you think the Australians still have hope for a comeback? I don't think so. Their offense was blown once and missed once. It seems that Allah is not on the Australian side."

Zhang Jilong chuckled in his heart, "Australians don't believe in Allah, but he doesn't know what Salman means. Strictly speaking, the two are in a competitive relationship."

Salman walked around for a long time, and finally said what was in his heart, "I heard that the old guy Blatter's position is not stable."

Zhang Jilong didn't speak, just smiled.

"Have you ever thought that the position of FIFA president is occupied by an Asian man?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Jilong was quite surprised, but he suppressed it and didn't show it. This old guy still wants to take charge of FIFA.

If it was in the past, no one would have dared to covet the FIFA president's throne, because those who opposed Blatter were dealt with one by one. Blatter's methods are indeed very high, but now it is different. Blatter has a problem.

Zhang Jilong still didn't speak, because he didn't touch Salman's hole card, even if this old guy coveted the position of FIFA president, why did he tell himself?That's the point.

Salman did not make Zhang Jilong wait too long, "With the current level of Chinese football, I think it would be appropriate for a Chinese to be the chairman of the AFC."

Haha, Zhang Jilong understands, this old guy's wishful thinking is that he recommends himself to take charge of the AFC, and then the AFC fully supports him to take charge of FIFA.

What a wonderful move, I have to say that the old fox Salman has grasped the key point - the support of the AFC and China, then he will have a lot of weight in taking charge of FIFA.

Of course Zhang Jilong is willing, this is also the wish of the Chinese people, to be in charge of the AFC!

"Hehe, Chairman, what you said must be right. I have no doubts about that."

Salman nodded, very happy, he knew the deal was over.

*****
While the two bigwigs were talking, a full-scale martial arts was being staged in the Australian locker room.

"you idiot,"

"Boss, if you do this again, I will fight back."

"Okay, hurry up."

Postkoglu was pushing Yedinak against the wall. Of course, it wasn't a wall, but because Jedinak gave Boshuai a face, so the latter became angry.

"Can you two say a word less, I know everyone is upset right now," Cowell said.

In the end, Jedinak gave in first, "Boss, it's my fault, you fight."

Postkoglu punched Jedinak in the chest symbolically, "Go away."

Kewell is a player who experienced the miracle night in Istanbul that year, so he began to talk about history, hoping to encourage players, but Postkoglu knew it was useless.

He patted Kewell lightly, "Harry, take a rest first, let me come."

"God is raised by cousins."

Everyone was shocked, how could the head coach say such a thing?Especially those with deep faith.

"Our goals were disallowed, we were almost on goal in front of goal, weren't we?"

Everyone muttered in their hearts, no matter what, you can't insult God.

"Okay, I'm just cursing, if God wants to punish us, it's okay, let every goal we score be disallowed, or hit on the post, and let all the injustice be left to Australia."

Bo Shuai's move can be said to be a surprise victory. The so-called underdogs must win, which made everyone extremely unhappy, and finally produced a fierce resistance.

Everyone thinks the same, we have even scolded God, what can we do if we are unlucky?So what if it's the same as what the boss said.

As a result, everyone got up and scolded. For a while, swear words were flying all over the place in the locker room. Kewell didn't dare to listen, but after scolding, his heart immediately became smoother.

"It's cool, isn't it?" Postkoglu looked at everyone with a smile. He usually drove the car when he was stressed, and found a place where no one was around to yell. Afterwards, he felt much more comfortable.

Kewell's three views were lifted, "Ange, is this okay?"

A civilized person like Kewell never swears, so... a little surprised by this situation.

"Okay, kids, save your anger and use it on the Chinese when you are on the court." At this time, Bo Shuai took out his mobile phone and called up Li Guo's photo. "If you don't have fighting spirit, just think about this bastard."

The big guy gritted his teeth in hatred, wishing he could rush to the court immediately, Kewell began to worry, and said softly: "Ange, will they be sent off with a red card like this?"

"Hehe, Harry, don't worry, they are professional players. If they can't even control this, it means they shouldn't be eating football at all."

Kewell was stunned for a moment, this is completely rascal's language, but he has no better way, the chicken soup for the soul is no longer effective, maybe this wonderful therapy of Bo Shuai is useful.

What happened in the Australian dressing room?
In fact, Li Guo didn’t need to look at it to guess. How could the hosts admit defeat? The second half will definitely be more violent, but this is also a compulsory course. Why did Chinese football in the past always fail at critical moments, because it was not ruthless enough.

The lack of a desperate ruthlessness is a problem, but under Li Guo, this problem in Chinese football no longer exists.

(End of this chapter)