"Fake, Dong!"

“Fake Squid,”

Many French fans scolded in English in the stands, and everyone was targeting Dong Fangzhuo. The scolding and boos were mixed together, and the voice was quite huge.

Chinese fans are not vegetarian either.

Hearing such disgusting scolding, Chinese fans continued to beat the drums and drums.

"Dong Fangzhuo, good example!"

"Dong Fangzhuo, good example!"

Soon, their voices suppressed the French fans.

Pogba was carried off the court and never came up again. Enzongqi replaced him and appeared on the court.

Pogba's eyes were full of despair, and his eyes were always on Dong Fangzhuo, but there was no way...

The most important thing is to get down, Matuidi is unable to play, and France's midfielder is not the strongest midfielder.

The half-time game ended, and the French team still lagged behind 0:1. The culprit, Pomite Mtiti, drooped his head and couldn't raise his spirit at all. If it weren't for his handball, the team wouldn't have fallen behind.

As soon as he walked into the locker room, he was scolded by Deschamps.

"Raise your head!"

"No one blames you!"

"What you have to do is help the team in the second half and continue to defend the defense!"

Deschamps has always been gentle, but now he is struggling to win the boss, and he glares at everyone.

"Look at you guys,"

“Where is a team that is competing for a championship?”

"Are you worthy of promotion in this state of mind? You have become unable to play football anymore. Did Paul just sacrifice this for nothing?"

"We're just one ball behind. If we're afraid of even one ball and can't even catch a ball back, then will we still wear French team shirts?"

"Listen to the ridicule of the Chinese outside, they look down on you at all. You have lost your courage and confidence in front of Dongdong, China!"

"You are ready to give up the victory?"

"shame!"

Deschamps did not leave any face.

He felt that he could not wait any longer, so he glanced at Griezmann, who performed casually, and then said coldly, "In the second half, Dembele will go up."

Griezmann was so sad that he didn't expect Deschamps to make adjustments so quickly. It was probably because Deschamps' intention to replace him. This was a bad first half, and he had no chance.

Obviously, Deschamps now needs speed, and both cars need to have very fast speed. Dembele is more suitable to come up, otherwise he would have to replace Giroud.

On the other end, Dong Fangzhuo said calmly: "There are 45 minutes left,"

"It will be a more difficult half and a more dangerous one."

"One goal lead doesn't mean anything."

"We haven't seen a crazy French team yet."

"They will go crazy in the second half. All we have to do is pick up our hunting rifle and aim at them all the time. We must not let them have any delusional actions!"

"If I'm not mistaken, they can only rely on the speed of two wings now. We must protect the two wings."

"Their midfield organization has certainly dropped, and they may give up on possession."

"We will fight them to the end!"

...

...

After the two teams reappeared, the French team did disappear from Griezmann, and he was indeed replaced by Dembele. The other positions did not change.

The Chinese team did not move anyway.

"Demberle is here. In this way, the French team's two wing speeds will be very fast, and the Chinese team's defensive pressure will be increased again."

"One is Mbappe and the other is Dembele. The speed of these two people is really terrible. Wang Gang is fine, what should Deng Hanwen do? I feel a little dangerous."

Huang Jianxiang blinked, but soon discovered something different.

"Has the Chinese team changed its lineup?"

"442? Dong Fangzhuo returned to the middle of the midfield and formed a middle-lane partner with Zheng Zhi, and appeared on the right side, which was equivalent to helping the right side defend."

"There are only two small men in front, Feng Jin and Wu Sanshi."

"This formation is relatively balanced, and Feng Jin's position is slightly behind, so the formation may be more like 4411."

The two teams came up and faced each other head-on. Zheng Zhizai and Toliso collided with each other in the midfield, but both of them quickly got up without hesitation. Toliso launched a fast attack, like playing behind the Chinese team, but Wang Gang got stuck in the position in advance, and Mbappe still failed.

The Chinese team changed from defense to offense, and the French players retreated very quickly, so the Chinese team could only transfer to positional battles. Zheng Zhi and Dong Fangzhuo controlled the ball continuously in the midfield and did not rush to pass the ball forward.

The balls frequently returned to the backcourt of the Chinese team. Dembele, who had just arrived, was eager to perform and tackle Zheng Zhi in the frontcourt and received a yellow card.

The game resumed again, and the Chinese team was still not in a hurry to pass the ball forward, and they were just spending time with the French team.

The experienced Zheng Zhi and Dong Fangzhuo played easily in the backcourt, but the young French internationals were anxious. Dembele and Mbappe kept rushing to the middle on both sides, trying to grab the ball. It was useless. As soon as they ran to the middle, the ball was divided.

Dong Fangzhuo has such strong running ability and has been connecting with the team. Although Zheng Zhi cannot run, he can just start a fight.

“Oops,”

"Now, China Dong has been consuming the patience of the French team in the midfield and backcourt. We don't know how to regain the initiative. This French team is still too young. Deschamps has to think of what to do."

Turam was worried at the live broadcast.

"There is no other way to get Dong down." This is the countermeasure that Lizarazu could think of.

"Four years ago, Germany almost succeeded."

"If you want to do it, just as early as possible."

Lizarazu is shameless, but his face is really useless...

It’s useless for Enzongqi to come up. He can’t replace Pogba at all, it’s far from it.

Deschamps thought about it and wanted to replace it again, but no one could replace it. There were too few midfielders, only 5 in total. Now one was suspended and the other was injured. There was no need to play...

Just when he was anxious, a guy performed worse than him. Dembele might have forgotten that he already had a yellow card, and he shoveled at Zheng Zhi again.

This time, Zheng Zhi was in a miserable state. He was so angry that he was overwhelmed and did not get up again.

But the hairs of French fans stood up instantly because the referee took his pocket again this time.

This means something is going to happen to Dembele.

Deschamps' face turned black into fire. His disciples on the field tried to stop the referee's actions before the referee took out the card.

But the referee still firmly pulled out the yellow card.

Two yellows turn red.

Dembele was expelled!

"Aowu~"

"Beautiful!"

"Before the game, Dong Fangzhuo was worried about the referee's penalty, but he didn't expect the referee to be so fair! Deschamps was dug up by himself..."
Chapter completed!