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Chapter 143 Who can score a goal for me

Experts from the medical team believe that Zhuo Yang should not have too many outdoor activities at the moment, and should be cautious in attending public gatherings. Zhuo Yang, who returned from the big dream, was very obedient. He was no longer the willful and somewhat rebellious Zhuo Yang before.
The international players and fans also know that experts do not allow Zhuo Yang to come out, and they are very supportive of this, especially for fans, Zhuo Yang's health is ten thousand times more important than that of the national team and football.
Even Zhuo Yang, who can no longer play football, is far more important than football.
So in such a crucial game that was so close that the medical team experts did not let Zhuo Yang go out, and everyone thought it was reasonable.
However, experts are also Chinese and fans. So Zhuo Yang finally came to Saint Suzaku.
Because there was no advance notice, Zhuo Yang pushed the door and entered, and the locker room was frozen for a few seconds before the call of "captain, captain" came one after another.
There was no rule in the locker room, and everyone was surrounded in a mess, like catching eggs in the morning market. Sford was a little slower, and Zhang Xizhe squeezed and stuck to the cabinet.
The rebellion is completely different from the lifelessness just now. Some men only need a back to reverse the atmosphere.
Zhuo Yang and his teammates hugged each other before they could get the coaching staff and others.
"Brother Za, thank you for your hard work." Zhuo Yang said to Sforza.
Siriac Sforza has worked hard, but in fact he is exhausted. The coaching over the past year has finally understood why Rijkaard retreated.
Sforza won't regret being ordered a year ago, but if he missed the World Cup qualifiers this time and failed with such an embarrassing result, Sforza does not lack courage, but he does not have the face to coach.
A few days ago, when the team started preparing for the concentrated battle in Xi'an, Sforza made a draft of his resignation in his stomach. He didn't want to be a deserter, but he really couldn't see anyone in this achievement and could not explain it to Zhuo Yang.
Although Sforza is a Swiss, Switzerland and Germany have the same origin, and he has basically spent his career in the Bundesliga. He was a core member of Kaiserslautern's "Red Devils Miracle". He never lacks German players.
Unique tenacity.
But being tough doesn't mean being shameless.
In fact, other members of the coaching team are also planning their future. Lombardo plans to find an assistant coach position in the Chinese Super League in the future, or even partner with Sforza, or go to Hope Chunlei Football School, and will not leave China anyway.
Vaughans and goalkeeper coach von Adrian will return to the Bundesliga, with Dortmund and Madiborg being their hometowns.
Li Jinyu and Li Jue may continue to stay, but they still need to wait and see again, just like the leader Yang Chen's plan.
Yang Chen patted Zhuo Yang on the back: "Captain, let me say a few words to everyone."
Zhuo Yang looked around and the locker room quickly became quiet.
"It's not good to kick." He said. Everyone lowered their heads in one sentence.
"It's not that you don't play well, it's that we don't play well." Zhuo Yang said: "We've been playing very badly since last year's Asian Cup."
"Although I'm absent and no longer a professional player, I've not withdrawn from the national team, I'm just absent."
"I am still the No. 18 of the national team and the captain of the national team. This team is also my Zhuo Yang's team. So, no matter whether I am absent or not, my team is not playing well."
"My team, but I can't play now. Who can score a goal for me today and win the dog-like Qatar?"
There was silence in the locker room.
Zhuo Yang asked again: "Or what if I look for my No. 18 jersey is still there, and I'll try it on myself?"
"I--!" A hysterical roar scared Zhuo Yang who was calm. Wu Lei almost hit the roof like a tiger: "I'll come, I'll score the goal!!

Then the locker room turned into a disaster, with a group of people coming one after another, "I, I, I, I, Wu Lei scored one in the first seven qualifiers. You should know that the Chinese team's goals were all in Bhutan
There is another 12:0 that comes from the Maldives.
Yu Dabao, Jiangning, and Yangxiu were all enjoying themselves, but Wu Lei had only one, among a group of unpromising people, who belonged to him as the Chinese dish.
Zhuo Yang nodded with satisfaction and pressed Wu Tiaotiao down from the air.
"Okay, you're the one. But one is not enough, I'll give two for my brother."
Zhuo Yang must be "referred to the imperial criticism" for this matter, otherwise everyone will only think about scoring goals during the game, and it is a bad thing.
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DJ on the scene informed the fans of Zhuo Yang's arrival at the stadium with a nearly torn sound. The Saint Suzaku was completely trapped in a hot atmosphere, and the stadium was instantly like a boiling volcanic magma mouth.
The Qatar team, who lined up in the passage, was about to walk out of the Malaysian referee Aminur, was directly sprayed back by the sound waves on the spot.
They couldn't understand Chinese, but they knew Zhuo Yang's face. Just when the Qatar people were still in shock, Zhuo Yang appeared in the passage surrounded by Chinese team officials.
The Qataris' eyes were straightened, which was the mortals' look up to legends. After more than a year of blankness, Zhuo Yang not only became a legend in the football world, but also a legend of life and death.
Ignoring the stunned Qataris, Zhuo Yang walked to the referee team and met them cordially. Aminur couldn't help but bow down when he shook hands with Zhuo Yang.
Qatar No. 9, also their captain, Mashar Abdullah, recovered from the shocked dizziness, seized the opportunity and rushed forward, stretching out his hands from afar.
"Mr. Zhuo Yang, today I...is really honored..."
Zhuo Yang did not know which onion Abdullah was, but this did not prevent him from being bathed in the spring breeze.
"Welcome to Xi'an and your team, which is my hometown. I wish you and your team an unforgettable journey."
"Must, must..." Abdullah nodded and bowed.
Zhuo Yang, who was reborn from the ashes, no longer needs to release his aura specifically, nor does he need to deliberately control his temperament.
Zhuo Yang's debut after just returning to the national team in 2008 was Qatar, which was the top 20 matches in the 2010 South Africa World Cup Asian Qualifiers. However, compared to the team's players with uneven strength eight years ago
Team, Qatar is no longer the same as before.
At least from the Asian perspective, Qatar has made qualitative improvements after persistent naturalization and youth training that has been devoted to it.
This is a group of men who are determined to compete for Asia's number one. Before the game, Uruguayan head coach Jose Carenho and captain Abdullah both said: The purpose of our coming here is to win, even if we have already qualified in advance.
Chapter completed!
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