After visiting Gerald, Li Tiancheng rushed directly to Kuwait.
After joining the national team this time, Li Tiancheng obviously felt that his treatment had improved several levels.
For professional players, performance on the field is the foundation of life.
Li Tiancheng scored two goals and made one assist in his debut for the national team. During this period, he performed well in the Premier League and Champions League, which made his status in the national team soar. His teammates were all friendly and accepted in person, and the staff cooperated fully.
They were all smiling faces, and there was no trace of those seemingly intangible and difficult things.
Of course, the treatment of big players and rookies is different, and Li Tiancheng understands this very well.
This kind of transformation has happened several times. It was not surprising that La Masia and then Liverpool both had this stage.
It's just that some things are hard to see clearly behind the smiling face, and Li Tiancheng feels a little alienated from this.
But it doesn't matter, they just can't see each other a few times in a year. As long as they don't lag behind in the competition, it doesn't matter if they curse in their hearts.
However, such a requirement still seems too high.
Li Tiancheng sat on the bench and looked at the stadium quietly. The Kuwait Park stadium seemed huge and unfamiliar.
Sitting next to him is Sun Chenghai, the main left back of the Premier League team who has come to the Chinese national team to continue as a substitute. The Chinese men's football team is really awesome!
"Brother Hai, we are brothers in distress, let's continue chatting!"
"What's there to talk about now?" Sun Chenghai was a little annoyed: "Let's watch the game."
"I'd like to see it," Li Tiancheng said bluntly, "but there's really nothing good to see!"
Sun Chenghai was choked up and speechless. There was really nothing interesting to see.
"Brother Hai, you don't have a month to spare now, do you? Why am I still listless when I look at this big guy!" Li Tiancheng twitched the corner of his mouth, the scene in front of him was really eye-catching.
"It's not like you didn't participate in the pre-game drills and preparation meetings. What's the use of telling me these now." Sun Chenghai glared.
"Should I tell them?" Li Tiancheng glanced at the people on the other side: "Is that okay? If I tell them this, they won't curse me for harming others in their hearts!"
The fire in Li Tiancheng's heart was getting stronger and stronger at this time, but he didn't intend to save face for the guys around him. If they could quarrel with him face to face, it would be worth taking a high look.
"Oh, it won't hurt anyone if you tell me. I don't have to worry about my relationship with the coach and teammates!" Sun Chenghai laughed angrily. We are all members of the society, why should we make things difficult for each other?
The other players on the bench are digging holes in their toes. These two guys are so unscrupulous. Why do Chinese people have to give each other some face even if they don't have to face each other? Isn't it good to be so full of firepower at every turn?
"Tch," Li Tiancheng stopped bickering and turned to look at the field: "It's really a bunch of shit. It's no wonder that all these guys with bad looks use the Chinese men's football team as a spittoon."
Neither side can afford to lose in this game. Neither side has any intention of taking the initiative to attack. Both sides are holding back their kicks. Neither side dares to invest troops on the offensive end. The advancement speed is quite slow.
"What did Brother Shao do in the Bundesliga? How come he keeps playing more and more?" Li Tiancheng was a little anxious, and the pace was too slow.
"What's the point of him getting up fast alone? This is the traditional rhythm of our Asian football." Sun Chenghai tried to undermine Li Tiancheng: "You still haven't been beaten by reality. You don't even know."
"No kidding, has Ali Han talked to you?" Li Tiancheng changed the subject and vented his anger. Talking more would only make himself angrier, which would be of no use.
"No, why are you looking for me?" Sun Chenghai replied casually.
"I've been looking for it and used my experience in Liverpool to convince me to accept being a substitute." Li Tiancheng sneered. In fact, there was nothing he couldn't accept. Although it was absolutely fine to play the whole game at this intensity, there was no such thing as seniority. As long as he didn't delay playing, he
It’s the World Cup, and it’s okay to give them a hand now.
"It's true that we are the same person but have different fates. No one has ever looked for me!" Sun Chenghai looked a little confused: "Who made the conflict between me and Ali Han become public!"
"It's really not him this time. He said he planned to send you." Li Tiancheng actually asked Ali Han.
"Let me play? Play as a forward! Do you think there is something wrong with Ali Han? He just wants me to play as a forward..."
"Left back!" Li Tiancheng interrupted Sun Chenghai's chatter.
"Huh? Then this is..." Sun Chenghai was a little confused: "Is it possible..."
"I asked, it was still Wu Jingui. He insisted on going to Sun Xiang, and the two sides were about to fight. He is Yang Yiming's old classmate, and Ali Han finally gave him this face." Li Tiancheng did not mince words, Yang Yiming is now in the national team
A team leader is considered a leader.
"Hey, tell me, this guy is so persistent. Is there something fishy in it? Sun Xiang doesn't have to play the main role, right?" Li Tiancheng was very puzzled. After all, the national football team has always had the tradition that the credit belongs to the leader, and the players who take the blame should take the lead.
He should know very well that his strength is still a bit weak. If something goes wrong, will he be able to carry it?
"Come on, you really dare to say anything!" Sun Chenghai quickly interrupted. Even if he suspected that someone was rigging the game, without conclusive evidence, who would dare to talk nonsense? After all, how much profit would it take to make a group of people choose to betray the country?
, this is not something that one person can do!
"Tch!" Li Tiancheng stopped continuing. They were not themselves and indeed had many concerns.
"However, this game is related to whether the national football team can qualify. While shouting that a draw must be ensured, two National Olympic players were arranged on the back line. When did the Chinese men's football team become so courageous? It can be used for training in the Asian preliminaries.
What?!" Li Tiancheng couldn't let go.
While they were still whispering, the Chinese team finally threatened the Kuwaiti goal.
Yang Pu intercepted the ball on the left wing and quickly passed the ball. Xu Yunlong returned the ball in front of the penalty area. Li Jinyu's low shot was saved by the Kuwaiti goalkeeper.
"Good shot!" Li Tiancheng cheered up, stood up and applauded vigorously.
"This attack is the most threatening for the Chinese team." Liu Jianhong cheered up: "Li Tiancheng stood on the sidelines applauding and cheering. Because of his age, Tiancheng still sat on the bench for this game."
"You still have to attack. After all, the Chinese team has experienced the trap of "defeating with a draw" more than once. It's time to learn a lesson!"
"Yes, a reporter interviewed Tiancheng at the airport before the game. He said that "a draw will lead to qualifying." Tiancheng was very unhappy. He thought that this kind of goal was too unrealistic and the error tolerance rate was too low. He thought it was wrong for the media to guide this kind of public opinion.
." Huang Jianxiang deeply agreed: "But this cannot be entirely blamed on the media. Everyone in the Football Association is saying that the situation is very good."
"I personally think he is right to worry. Kuwait must win to have a chance to qualify. This home court is their last chance, and they will not just let it go. If the Chinese team focuses on defense and strives for a draw, this mentality will face a desperate situation.
Kuwait is not feasible. The media and the Football Association are indeed a little blindly optimistic..."