World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 129 Lost even Cambodia?

After negotiating with Ou Chuliang, the game came to an end.

Although neither side scored a goal, in comparison, the national team, which is all composed of young people, fought with South Korea with ease, which is one of the few bright spots.

You know, among the 20 players in South Korea, 13 are Olympic-age players and 7 are over-age players.

Among the overage players, 4 are club professional players and 3 are army players.

Except for Ou Chuliang and Wu Chengying, the Chinese team is all athletes of Olympic age.

This alone made the face of Xu Dingmao on the opposite side turn into a chrysanthemum.

You know, according to the current international public opinion in Asia.

Without considering the Chinese team's World Cup "hitting big luck", the national football team and the South Korean National Olympics are almost the same strength.

Today's game also allowed the fans to see the dawn of defeating the fear of Korea.

In the end, the two teams drew 0-0.

According to the rules of the game, the two teams drew 1-1 in the first round in South Korea.

Therefore, the Chinese team won the championship of this China-Korea match by virtue of the advantage of away goal difference.

December 12, Bangkok, Thailand, Surat Thani Stadium.

The Chinese team's first opponent in the group stage is Cambodia.

There are no professional leagues and no professional players in Cambodia, and it is recognized as the weakest opponent.

Although it has entered December, the local temperature is as high as 12 degrees.

Zeng Zheng was sitting in the awning wearing a vest and shorts, holding a large cattail fan bought locally in his hand.

"It's fucking hot!"

"Coach Zeng, you are not afraid of affecting your international image with what you wear." Ou Chuliang smiled wryly.

"Brother Ou, let me give you a message." Zeng Zheng whispered beside Ou Chuliang, "Even if Li Jian is injured in this game, I will not replace you."

Ou Chuliang's eyes lit up and he nodded in understanding.

During the intermission, Ou Chuliang took off the vest, protective gear, and even the socks inside the jersey, leaving only a briefs.

Even so, the goalkeeper's long clothes and trousers made him drenched in sweat quickly.

Due to the extremely hot weather, another 7 goals were scored in the first half.

After the start of the second half, the will of the players became extremely slack, and they couldn't exert much energy on the court.

But football games are like this, and the strength and weakness will change with the changes of the two teams' thinking.

As soon as this group of young international players slacked off, Cambodia immediately seized the opportunity, and the No. 10 forward broke through to form a single goal and scored a goal.

Seeing Cambodia's goal, Zeng Zheng jumped up from his chair angrily.

"Fuck!"

"Are you guys eating free rice?"

"Li Jian, what do you think of your MB? Wouldn't it be over if you attacked earlier?"

"Zheng Zhi, thank you I broke the rules and mentioned the National Olympics to you, that's how you acted? Don't get fucked in the end!"

"Li Tie, you are an unworthy bastard! Do you want to blow your hair? I will get you a clipper to shave all of you!"

"Fuck! There are 11 people on the field, and each person has a [-]-word self-criticism. If you can't finish writing, you are not allowed to sleep!"

"If you f*ck lose the ball again, no one will play in the next game! I will do what I say!"

With the support of system props, everyone in the stadium heard Zeng Zheng's swearing.

Although the Cambodian side couldn't understand what Zeng Zheng was scolding, but seeing how excited Zeng Zheng was, he also guessed that it was related to the goal just now.

The opponent's unhappiness is our happiness.

Anyway, you can't win the ball, but it's great to stimulate the opponent.

Ever since, the Cambodian coach dispatched troops and sent all offensive players on the field.

Defense?

Also prevent a wool!
Hurry up and score!
As long as you can make another one, and then look at the angry face of the opposite coach, you will earn money!
After being scolded by Zeng Zhengyi, the players on the field instantly became cautious.

Even if you don't score a goal, you don't dare to lose the ball again.

In the end, the score of 7 to 1 was maintained until the end of the game, and the Chinese team won the first group of this Asian Games with 3 points.

Although the team won by a big score, the team did not have a smiling face from top to bottom.

"Li Datou, I have been hurt by you!"

Li Tie covered his head, almost crying.

Zeng Zheng said that he would shave his head, but from 93 to now, he has not had a short cut for more than five years.

Li Weifeng also had a bitter face, and his buttocks were covered with shoe prints from being kicked by Li Jian.

The team members followed behind Zeng Zheng with their heads down, without saying a word, which was in stark contrast to the laughing Cambodian team members next door.

In the player tunnel, Zeng Zheng, who was sulking, ran into Wang Junsheng.

"Leader, me."

"You still have the nerve to say it?" Wang Junsheng finally seized the opportunity, and slapped Zeng Zheng fiercely, "How did you play in the second half? You can't even play against Cambodia?! How can I explain to my superiors?"

"Is this how you lead the team?"

"The hotter the place, the more strict you must be on yourself, the more you must grit your teeth and persevere, and you must not relax!"

"Write a summary report when you go back, and hand it to me before going to bed at night."

"Ugh!"

"You kicked out such a result, I don't know how to explain to the leader now."

After Wang Junsheng left, Zeng Zheng turned his head and saw the team members who were silent.

When he saw Zeng Zheng's eyes focused on his face, Li Tie took out the scissors in a snap, and cut his hair ruthlessly.

"Boss Zeng, I was wrong, I will never blow it again!"

At the press conference, Zeng Zheng was speechless when asked.

"Coach Zeng, what do you have to say about the loss in this game?"

"Coach Zeng, we can't even play against Cambodia. Are we really capable of winning medals?"

"Coach Zeng, what is it that wants to lose to Cambodia?"

Zeng Zheng didn't even bother to explain in front of these reporters who made trouble.

Anyway, in everyone's eyes, losing a goal means losing!

And in terms of the results in the second half, it was a 0-1 loss to the opponent.

Zeng Zheng couldn't argue with a hundred words.

"What else to say?"

Zeng Zheng is also single, "The loss to Cambodia is my responsibility, I will write the review with the team members!"

Back at the residence, Zeng Zheng lay down directly on the massage table, as if he was the one who played on the field for 40 minutes under the high temperature of more than 90 degrees.

The team members also remained silent and went back to their respective rooms to write the game summary.

After closing his eyes and squinting for a while, Zeng Zheng heard footsteps.

Without opening his eyes, Zeng Zheng snorted softly, "What? The summary is finished?"

"Coach Zeng, what happened today? Why did you lose to Cambodia?"

"Cluck cluck~~~"

Hearing this string of silver bell-like laughter, Zeng Zheng bounced off the massage bed all at once.

"Ah Sister Liu, it's you!"

"Wait a minute, I'll make room for you."

Zeng Zheng quickly got up from the bed, not forgetting to pick up his coat and wipe the surface of the massage table.

In this Asian Games, the accommodation conditions are not good, and the men's and women's football teams are all arranged on the same floor.

And this only massage table is shared by all players.

The performance of the men's football team was poor today, and no one said anything when Zeng Zheng dominated it.

But in front of women's football, Zeng Zheng couldn't even line up.

"It's okay, it's okay, Coach Zeng, you lie on your bed, I'll come back when you feel comfortable." Liu Ailing waved his hands, and sat down on a small bench beside him.

Don't look at the historic men's football finals of the last Asian Games, where they won a silver medal.

But the women's football team has won the Asian Games champion for two consecutive years.

Not only that, but in the 96 Olympic Games, this women's football team was the runner-up!

In this Asian Games, men's and women's football will be played separately.

One day for men's football, one day for women's football.

Tomorrow is when the women's football team will play. Zeng Zheng put on a smiling face: "Sister Liu, what are you talking about? Why should I be a coach? You come, you come, you come!"

With that said, Zeng Zheng squeezed out the door with his coat in hand.

As soon as he walked out the door, he bumped into someone.

"Oh!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Zeng Zheng grabbed the opponent's arm.

"Coach Zeng, I'm sorry, I didn't see you." Sun Wen apologized quickly.

"Why are you apologizing to me? I didn't see you when I went out." Zeng Zheng shook his head, and then asked curiously, "What? Are you training so hard today?"

Sun Wen pursed his lips and shook his head.

Zeng Zheng took a closer look, and saw that tears were rolling in Sun Wen's eyes.

In addition, Sun Wen ran so fast just now, it must not be to grab the massage table, but something happened.

"Sun Wen, what happened?"

"Coach Zeng, have you seen Coach Ma?"

Coach Ma is Ma Yuanan, who is responsible for leading the women's football team this time.

"Didn't you see it? Isn't he with you?"

"No, Coach Ma left us after we trained." Sun Wen wiped his tears and said, "I can't find him now."

"It's okay, tell me if you have anything to do, I'll back you up if the old horse isn't here!" Zeng Zheng puffed out his chest.

In terms of age, he is even younger than Liu Ailing.

But in terms of status, he is one of the guardians of this group of football.

"Coach Zeng, Sister Fan has a high fever, but she won't take medicine."

"What's the matter? What's the situation?"

"I don't know, Coach Zeng, go and persuade her!"

When Zeng Zheng heard this, he didn't care about other things, and ran to the women's dormitory behind Sun Wen together with Liu Ailing.

Along the way, after hearing Liu Ailing's explanation, Zeng Zheng knew the situation of the women's football team.

The domestic temperature is already very low in December.

Unexpectedly, they came to Thailand, where the temperature is high and the humidity is high. Coupled with the unacclimatized environment and unaccustomed diet, seven people developed symptoms of diarrhea, fever and cold in the past few days.

Before the stadium even played, there were five people who received injections in the hospital.

Now that Fan Yunjie has a high fever and is still stiff, how can they not be in a hurry?
"Hey, tell me about this earlier!"

Zeng Zheng also blamed himself a little.

Other athletes can't control it.

But the women's football team is on the same floor as me, and I don't even know that such a big thing happened. My coach is too dereliction of duty.

At the door of Fan Yunjie's dormitory, many team members had already surrounded him.

Sun Wen yelled: "Coach Zeng is here, everyone give way."

Seeing Zeng Zheng behind Sun Wen, the team members seemed to have found their backbone.

"Coach Zeng, Sister Fan has a bad temper, you can persuade her!"

"If it doesn't work, you can give an order. Let's carry her to the hospital by force."

"It's not a problem to be so strong all the time!"

Zeng Zheng nodded repeatedly when he heard the words.

After entering the room, Fan Yunjie was lying on the bed, and the sound of heavy breathing filled the whole room.

"Xiao Fan, what's the situation? If you're sick, you should get an injection and take medicine. How can you do it so hard?"

With that said, Zeng Zheng took out a small bottle produced by the system from his arms.

After pouring out a capsule, he unscrewed the mineral water bottle on the table.

"Come on, lift her up."

When Sun Wen heard this, he immediately supported Fan Yunjie from behind.

However, the medicine was already on his lips, and Fan Yunjie just couldn't open his mouth.

"Xiao Fan, what's going on? Tell me if you have any difficulties. Even though I'm young, I'm still in charge."

Hearing what Zeng Zheng said, Fan Yunjie opened his mouth.

"Coach Zeng, you, have you forgotten what the leader said before?"

"Speak? What are you talking about?"

At the general mobilization meeting, Zeng Zheng had been sleeping soundly and did not listen to what the people above said.

"Xing, stimulants!" Fan Yunjie explained.

Hearing these three words, Zeng Zheng was stunned.

He did see a lot of reports a few days ago that this Asian Games will strictly combat doping.

So the reason why Fan Yunjie didn't take the medicine was because he was waiting.

Wait for the leader to speak and say which medicines can be taken and which injections can be given.

Hey!
By the time he and the others come to speak, the day lily will be fucking cold!

Seeing Fan Yunjie's distressed appearance of taking care of the overall situation, Zeng Zheng's tears also flowed to his heart.

Such a player is respectable!
"Don't worry, my fever-reducing medicine is special, take it as you like, without any stimulants."

"All the big guys are watching today. Zeng Zheng is responsible for what happened!"

"Sun Wen, break her mouth!"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng gave Sun Wen a wink.

Seeing that Zeng Zheng wanted to "force it", Fan Yunjie nodded.

"Coach Zeng, thank you, thank you for your kindness."

"I don't worry about your medicine, I will take it."

Zeng Zheng heaved a sigh of relief seeing Fan Yunjie swallowing the system's products in one gulp.

Standing up, he asked Sun Wen, "Xiaowen, are all the other sick people being given a bottle in the hospital?"

"No, they all came back after the fight."

"Okay, then take me there quickly." As he spoke, Zeng Zheng shook the medicine bottle in his hand, "Do you think the reason why men's football doesn't get sick is because of their good physical fitness? Don't you rely on me, a genius doctor?!"

(End of this chapter)