World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 27 This Damn Football
It was fine if the referee didn't explain, but when he explained, Zeng Zhenghuo didn't hit a single place.

"Fuck, isn't it normal for players to have a little shoving and physical contact?"

"Do you dare to say that there is no physical contact in Serie A?"

"Or are you Italians all just plain talkers like this?"

Zeng Zheng squeezed his hands and five fingers together, and kept shaking his wrists in front of the Italian referee.

It looks very much like the Italians when they talk and gesture when they are angry.

Zeng Zheng, who is proficient in multiple languages, yelled out the last sentence in Italian.

Faced with Zeng Zheng's "unreasonable", the referee wished he could immediately draw a red card to send Zeng Zheng off the field.

But now the game is over, the top ten match is also over, and it is the home court of the Chinese team.

What's the point of giving him a red card?

Even the security guards won't face you!

The referee suppressed his anger and continued to explain:

"Zeng, if you have any problems, please complain to FIFA."

"But what I want to tell you is that this game is over!"

"I am the referee for this game."

"Whether to award that corner kick is my right."

"You have no right to interfere!"

After finishing speaking, the referee walked into the player tunnel on his own.

"Fuck you bastard! You Italians are fucking black whistles!"

"Don't think I don't know, you must have collected black money!"

"I not only want to complain about you, but also report you!"

"What a bastard, it actually came to us!"

In front of countless cameras, Zeng Zheng yelled at him in a non-figurative manner.

Listening to this classic national curse sentence after sentence, everyone present was stunned.

What the hell!

What is this ghost?

After all, you are the head coach of the national team!
Bloody is bloody, but you can't be so shameless, right?

This is too out of style!

Gu Mingchang at the side couldn't stand it anymore, and hurried forward to pull Zeng Zheng aside.

"Coach Xiao Zeng, please be patient. I know what you are anxious about. Isn't there no news from Saudi Arabia? No news is good news!"

No news about your sister!
Zeng Zheng took a deep breath.

But he still couldn't calm down his anger.

There was a delay in delivering the information, but he clearly saw the situation through the broadcast.

When Sun Jihai took the last corner kick, Saudi scored another goal.

Both sides are now 5-0.

But the referee has already ended the game early on his side, and Doha has not yet entered overtime.

What can happen in these few minutes, no one can tell!
Seeing that Zeng Zheng's chest was still rising and falling, Gu Mingchang had no choice but to continue to comfort him, "Coach Xiao Zeng, the game is over anyway, and it won't help if you get angry."

"Let's be honest and wait for the news. We are now 5-0, and they are 4-0. If Saudi Arabia wants to win, it must score at least two."

"Two goals are not so easy to score!"

Seeing Gu Mingchang's relaxed face, Zeng Zheng snorted lightly, but didn't point it out in advance.

Anyway, the big phone in your pocket is about to ring.

At that time, your coaching staff will know how I feel now.

really.

In less than a minute, the coaching staff scolded completely.

"Fuck, Qatar really don't want to be shameless!"

"What the hell? You can be kicked into a grandson at your own door?"

"You don't talk about bastards like that, do you? This is simply talking about bastards!"

Looking at Chi Shangbin, who was blushing, and Jin Zhiyang, who kept stuffing heart-saving pills into his mouth, Zeng Zheng, who was still furious just now, became the calmest one.

"Okay, coaches, don't say a few words."

"It's not worth it to get angry when you're old."

"Just like what Coach Gu said, our game is over anyway. In the end, I sent the goalkeeper out and didn't get in. I have done everything that needs to be done. Let him resign himself to fate!"

"Maybe Saudi Arabia can't score that last goal?"

Hearing Zeng Zheng's comfort, Chi Shangbin sighed, patted Zeng Zheng's shoulder and said:
"Xiao Zeng, you are still too young."

"The extra 5 minutes can do a lot of things!"

Having been in the domestic football circle for many years, these domestic coaches know better than anyone how many goals they can score in the last 5 minutes.

At this moment, they became the most uncertain people in their hearts.

After the scolding by Zeng Zheng and the coaching staff, the international players who had just left the field also understood the current situation.

The joy of the big victory disappeared in an instant, and even Ou Chuliang was regretting it. It was just rumored that Zhang Xiaorui's feet would be more comfortable.

"Oh, if only I hit the ball on time again!"

"It's the same with my foot. The ball was passed early, so I took an extra kick."

"If I knew I was short of this goal, I would have to score another one if I worked hard!"

The team members blamed themselves.

A 5-0 victory has not yet won the right to qualify, which makes them really unwilling.

"Okay, stop talking, let's pray together."

Zeng Zheng turned off the broadcast over there in his mind, and led the players onto the field, shoulder to shoulder, in a circle.

Everyone closed their eyes and prayed to the eldest brother in the center of the circle.

Following the camera broadcast, Sun Zhengping finally received the latest news from the backstage staff.

"...According to the latest news from Doha, the current score between Qatar and Saudi Arabia is 0 to 5, and the Saudi team leads by 5 goals in the away game."

"If both sides end the game with the current score, then according to the rules of the teams with the same points, the same goal difference, and the team with more goals first, the Chinese team will win the first place in Group A and directly advance."

"If Saudi Arabia scores a goal in stoppage time, it will surpass China on goal difference."

"We will have to play another play-off with Little Day, who is second in Group B, before we can decide whether to go to France to participate in the World Cup."

"So, let's pray now together, with the members of the national team."

Seeing Zeng Zheng's weird behavior, the fans in the stands of Jinzhou Stadium also understood the whole story from the sound of the radio.

There was a lot of scolding at first.

But as the international players stood in a circle, the fans all quieted down.Put your hands together on your chest, and start praying with the internationals.

"Linglinglinglinglinglingling!!!"

The phone rang.

Zeng Zheng was the first to open his eyes, and he remembered the midnight bell.

Ringing at midnight was filmed on a small day.

Does this mean that he is going to lead the team to meet Little Days?
Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Gu Mingchang stepped forward to pick up the mobile phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"Ah yes, it's me."

"Ok!"

"what?"

"Row!"

"it is good."

"it is good!"

"I see."

Gu Mingchang hung up the phone and raised his head immediately.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, staring at Gu Mingchang closely, as if they wanted to swallow him alive.

"Gudong." Zhang Xiaorui couldn't help but swallowed.

Such a weak voice seemed particularly harsh at this moment.

"Coach Gu, what's going on, tell me quickly!"

The one who couldn't bear it first was actually the calm captain, General Fan.

"That's right, Coach Gu, don't be fooled, just tell me!" The others also became anxious.

Gu Mingchang clicked his mouth a few times, but he didn't know whether it was because of excitement or getting old, but he didn't make any sound after all.

He turned around and saw Zeng Zheng who was already calm.

In just a few minutes, Zeng Zheng had already considered several plans to deal with small days.

It's just a small day, what can't be beaten?
Done!

"Coach Gu, is the game over there?" Seeing that Gu Mingchang was speechless, Zeng Zheng began to induce.

"It's over." Gu Mingchang finally said.

"Another goal over there?"

"Come in, come in."

Hearing this, everyone let out a long sigh, let go of their arms, and showed unprecedented disappointment on their faces.

"He NND, is it not enough to score 5 goals? What else do you want?"

"It's too dark!"

"In order not to let us enter the World Cup, the lunatics in West Asia really can do anything!"

Seeing the team members scolding, Gu Mingchang suddenly became anxious.

"Ah! No, no"

"You misunderstood."

"It wasn't a Saudi goal."

"It's Qatar!"

"Qatar's goal at the last moment!"

"Qatar???"

Everyone was stunned.

Then he opened his arms and yelled and ran towards the court.

"Ahhhhhh! We're qualified, we're qualified!!!"

"Ahhh! France, the World Cup, here we come!"

"we are coming!!!"

As the international footballers ran towards the field one by one, the fans in the stands also reacted instantly.

With a bang, everyone stood up, waving flags and cheering.

"Beyond dreams, let's fly together!"

"You and I need to face it sincerely."

"Let life reminisce about this moment,"

"Let the years remember this time!"

The loudspeakers in the Jinzhou Stadium also sounded the appropriate music at the right time.

This joy and jubilation started from Dalian and spread to the whole country with a whoosh.

Looking at the cheering international footballer on the screen, all the fans in front of the TV also raised their arms and cheered at the same time.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Won, we won! We finally won!!!"

boom!
Snapped!
The staff who couldn't hold back for a long time fired the salute in their hands, and gold foil and colorful flags flew all over the sky, landing on Zeng Zheng's head and shoulders.

Zeng Zheng, who had experienced great joy and sorrow, stood there, shook his head, and kept muttering the same sentence:

"This damn football!"

　I checked it later, and the song Beyond Dreams was released in 98.

　　But I really can’t think of any song that is more suitable for the occasion. Let’s take a look at it~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)