World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 70 Two monks have no water to eat

"Horton asked Ma Mingyu to take this free kick."

"I know." Chi Shangbin bit his nails nervously, staring intently at the Danish frontcourt.

"Coach Chi, you can understand again."

"No matter how illiterate I am, I can still understand what I asked since 'Severn'!"

Listening to such idiomatic English, Zeng Zheng couldn't help but laugh.

Behind Ma Mingyu, there is a big "Saiwen" printed on it.

"China's free kick"

"No. 7 Ma Mingyu stood in front of the ball."

"This position is about 25 meters away from the Danish goal."

"In this position, you can already play directly."

"Let's see how Ma Mingyu chooses."

"approach."

"Choose Long Shot!"

Ma Mingyu, who rushed to the door in only three steps, swung his right leg and kicked him hard.

The ball was like a fired cannonball, and under the blessing of the "gun fighting technique", it even bypassed the human wall and flew straight to the goal of the Danish team.

Schmeichel, who was on the goal line, was the writer of the Danish fairy tale in the 92 European Cup.

Facing Ma Mingyu's strong shot, Schmeichel made a sideways attack.

With a standard fall to the ground, Ma Mingyu's shot was pushed out of the baseline with a single palm.

"Oh my God!"

"Just a little bit!"

"Ma Mingyu's long shot made Schmeichel make an embarrassing save!"

The sound of Huang Jianxiang sighing came from the TV, and a pair of wine glasses were crushed in front of the barbecue stall in the Northeast.

"Fuck! Can you catch this ball?"

"What a god!"

"Fuck him with an eighth child, is this goalkeeper on drugs?"

Different from the bold and unconstrained Northeast, Ma Mingyu's hometown in Chongqing, a group of elderly uncles also blow their beards and stare.

"Oh shit! This Danish back child is really irritating!"

"It has to be our pony, kicking so skittishly!"

"Xiong, pony!!!"

Ma Mingyu's heavy artillery made the Danes frown.

Taking advantage of the Chinese team's corner kick, the Danish team coach Johnson called a player to the sidelines. After a few instructions, the "messenger" flew back to the court to convey Johnson's instructions.

"Xiao Ma kicked two good long-range shots in a row. It seems that they are going to be wary of us!" Jin Zhiyang looked worried.

"That's right. In the future, the pony will not have such a good chance to kick the ball." Chi Shangbin also nodded.

Zeng Zheng on the side had a different idea.

The "stadium bug" is too expensive, and it costs 1 exchange points per minute.

I am not the head coach, so I didn't exchange it.

Judging from his experience, the Danes may not be as simple as Jin Chi and his two thought.

But this is just my own guess, and Zeng Zheng has no intention of saying anything.

The first half of the game is about to end, it depends on how Horton arranges the second half.

With Ma Mingyu's strong shot, the Chinese team played a strong attack for a few minutes, and Schmeichel had to get nervous.

In the stoppage time of the first half, taking advantage of the opportunity of the Chinese team's heavy pressure, Sander rushed into the penalty area after receiving a pass from his teammate from the midfield.

Under the double-teaming of General Fan and Zhang Yanhua, he volleyed with his left foot, but was blocked by Jiang Jin to the other side of the court.

Wu Chengying kicked the ball forward after receiving the ball, and the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

"0-0."

"Both sides handed in a goalless score in the first 45 minutes."

"In general, the performance of the Chinese team is not worse than that of Denmark."

"Especially a couple of attacks from the right in the final stages"

"Yes, this time."

"If it weren't for Schmeichel's timely attack, Sun Jihai would have made a cross with his next kick."

Although most of the time, the Chinese team was beaten by Denmark.

In terms of the number of shots, it was also crushed 6 to 2.

But that didn't stop the fans from applauding and cheering for the wonderful last few minutes.

Before Huang Jianxiang sent the signal back to the studio, Horton hurried back to the locker room.

Seeing this, Jin Chi and the two immediately followed, while Zeng Zheng curled his lips and took the initiative to bring a few substitute players to the court to warm up.

Players pass the ball backwards to each other on the court.

Since the Chinese team does not have a professional goalkeeper coach, Zeng Zheng and Ou Chuliang are paired up for training.

"Oge, how do you feel about the World Cup?"

"Xiaozheng, you are just making fun of your brother Ou!"

After relying on Zeng Zheng's ground ball with one knee, Ou Chuliang threw the ball back with one arm.

"But no matter if it's one or two, I'm already content to be in the World Cup."

"At my age, it's not certain whether there will be a next class!"

As Ou Chuliang said, he hugged the bocce ball Zeng Zheng kicked in his arms.

"Ouge, you are only 30 years old this year, right?" Zeng Zheng snapped his fingers, "In the next World Cup, you will only be 34 years old. For a goalkeeper, it is the golden age! Maybe you will be the main force in the next World Cup! "

"Xiaozheng, you really know how to speak well." Ou Chuliang smiled and shook his head, "I know my own level."

"When I was young, I could still fight and fight with a burst of momentum."

"I'm 30 now! I'm getting older, and my reaction is not as good as when I was young!"

"It will be even worse after 4 years!"

Zeng Zheng did not refute Ou Chuliang's self-deprecating remarks.

He has seen Ou Chuliang's talent.

Talent, golf quotient, agility, reaction, and bounce are all SS levels.

But the problem is that these three items of physical talent are especially dependent on age.

Some players are fine at the age of 29, but after the age of 30, the whole body parts suddenly fail, and their competitive state and ability show a precipitous decline.

Although Ou Chuliang is extremely self-disciplined on weekdays, he only postponed this time for a few years.

With this opportunity to chat alone, the relationship between the two has also drawn a lot closer.

Ou Chuliang counted the time and asked curiously: "Xiao Zheng, you are so capable, why don't you go back and help Horton's staff?"

"Brother Ou, you don't understand this!"

Zeng Zheng shook his head, "One monk has water to drink, but two monks have no water to drink."

"If I make some suggestions, it will be considered correct. Will Holden be happy?"

"Instead of getting into a conflict with him, I might as well be where I am now."

"Anyway, we'll go home after three games. It's Zhu Xie's business whether he succeeds or resigns. I still have my own business to work on!"

Ou Chuliang was taken aback when he heard the words, and then questioned: "Xiao Zheng, you can't say that? After all, the competition has just started, we can't destroy our prestige by ourselves!"

Hearing what Ou Chuliang said, Zeng Zheng smiled and didn't say any more.

This is what I talked about when I was drinking with my friends.

Saying this to the players in the World Cup is to disturb the morale of the army!
In ancient times, it would be beheaded for public display!

Looking at the time, the second half is about to start.

I haven't believed it until now, it seems that Horton doesn't plan to make a midfield substitution.

"Okay, Brother Ou, you're in good shape! Try to be a starter in the next game!"

Zeng Zheng put away the ball and stepped forward to pull Ou Chuliang up from the ground.

Ou Chuliang smiled wryly and shook his head.

Just like he said when he laughed at himself before.

Now he can be regarded as the peak period of his career.

After that, the body function will go downhill.

Now that he is in such a good state, Horton still doesn't need him.

Why?

Isn't it because of height?

Jiang Jin and Ou Chuliang are the same age, but they are 1.9 meters tall.

Even his elder brother, who has been called up to the national team many times but has never been a main player, is 1.8 meters tall.

A small goalkeeper with an official height of 1.8 meters like Ou Chuliang is the most age-dependent.

If Horton can let him play in such a heavyweight game against the French team, he will have to defend the goal even if he tries his best.

But is it possible?
Seeing Ou Chuliang's loneliness, Zeng Zheng couldn't help but patted Ou Chuliang on the shoulder and joked, "Brother Ou, don't be discouraged!"

"If I can be the head coach, I will definitely let you start!"

(End of this chapter)