Zeng Zheng just lay on the beach chair, drinking cold juice leisurely, and then gave instructions in a voice that "only he could hear."
Speaking of which, it has been a long time since Zeng Zheng worked so hard and personally.
Even when he played against France in the Confederations Cup final, his command was not as airtight as it is today.
At this moment, Zeng Zheng is like the "mother bug" in Starship Troopers, accurately conveying every information on the field to the front line.
Although the players during the game may not necessarily be able to follow his instructions like robots, Zeng Zheng will make corrections based on the actual situation every time and give better recommendations.
Just like just now, Yang Chen heard Zeng Zheng's reminder, but he didn't see Xie Hui interfering on the other side.
Out of trust in Zeng Zheng, Yang Chen still forcibly passed the ball to the open space on the other side before falling to the ground.
As a result, the pass route was poor and was intercepted by the opponent.
"Ah, Yang Chen can shoot this ball by himself!" Huang Jianxiang sighed with a bit of regret.
"Yang Chen is capable of shooting this shot."
"But he finally chose to pass the ball to the other side."
"But if the ball was really passed, Xie Hui would have done it alone."
"Nine times out of ten, this goal should go in."
"In short, this goal is really a pity."
"I hope the team members will not be discouraged."
"We still have a chance!"
The sun is blazing.
Although the weather in Tehran is not as good as Doha in September, the hot air still scorches the Chinese players on the field.
Not to mention in a devil's home stadium like Azadi.
In such a "harsh" environment, the Chinese coaching bench formed another scenery on the sidelines.
Sun, beach, waves...
Oh no, there’s a wave of people.
"No beauties and hula!"
Zeng Zheng was so angry that he actually pulled out a grass skirt from his luggage and threw it towards Han Tao.
"Xiao Tao, can you dance hula?"
Han Tao had a grimace on his face and was about to cry.
His waist is not good and he can't play football.
But dancing a hula is more than enough.
After following Zeng Zheng for three years, he immediately fulfilled all Zeng Zheng's requests.
Only this time, Han Tao fell to the ground with a pop.
"Boss Zeng, please spare me, please spare me!"
This look is very much like that of a great eunuch who was caught by the emperor for corruption and was about to be executed.
"Tch, isn't it just a hula dance?"
"What can't you let go of?"
"There are 100,000 spectators here, and even so many singers in China don't get this treatment!"
"You don't take advantage of such a good opportunity..."
"Come on, let me teach you!"
Seeing Zeng Zhengzhen reaching for the grass skirt on the ground, Han Tao picked it up and held it in his arms.
"Boss Zeng, don't, don't!"
"You are the head coach of the national team, so you must not do this!"
Zeng Zheng was stunned, "What? Why can't he be the head coach?"
"Oh, right!"
"We haven't scored a goal yet!"
"When we score a goal, I will dance to celebrate the players. That makes sense, right?"
After saying that, Zeng Zheng lifted his legs, lay down on the beach chair again, and took a nice sip of juice.
No one knew where his eyes were looking under his sunglasses.
Zeng Zheng's gesture greatly annoyed the Iranian fans at the scene.
The home commentator also took every opportunity to complain bitterly about Zeng Zheng's lack of attention to his image.
But more often than not, they are urging the players on the field to score a goal quickly.
Give the Chinese team a showdown!
There is no way, Zeng Zheng's "seeking death" demeanor is really hateful.
Amid the urging of the fans, the Iranian players on the field became increasingly anxious.
"Ou Chuliang, it's Ou Chuliang again!"
Amidst Huang Jianxiang's exclamations, Ou Chuliang slowly fell forward.
Lie on the ground like a sniper and watch the players in front of you leave the penalty area.
Bagheri's shot just now was too outrageous.
Not to mention being weak and weak, the route is quite correct.
With such an easy ground ball, Ou Chuliang got himself a save stat with almost no effort.
Then, the Chinese team once again dragged the game into its own rhythm.
"Ah ah ah ah, I'm so angry!"
"The Chinese team is playing tricks!"
"Delaying time from the beginning of the game? It's really unsportsmanlike."
"Fuck him, fuck him!"
"You must give him a good look!"
The more the fans shouted, the more impatient the home team players on the field became, and their foot movements became less and less standard.
But at this moment, Zeng Zheng also began to make matters worse.
"Hey, Aziz, do you want one too?" - During a throw-in by the Iranian team, Zeng Zheng handed a half-eaten banana to Aziz.
"Dai Yi, would you like a date?" Facing Ali Dai Yi who was shoveled to the ground by Sun Jihai, Zeng Zheng spit out a date core in the direction of the opponent.
"Bagheri, do you use this grape to make your wine??" - Zeng Zheng shouted to Bagheri who was looking at an angle not far away when the Chinese team was standing on the wall.
At some point, there was a small table next to Zeng Zheng's beach chair, which was filled with Iran's local specialty fruits.
Dates, grapes, mulberries, pomegranates...
They come one piece at a time, so you can grab a handful and pop them directly into your mouth.
Bagheri may be getting older, or he may be retiring.
Faced with Zeng Zheng's provocation, he immediately ignored it and rushed over.
"Hey, referee, are you leaving him alone?"
The referee from the United Arab Emirates looked helpless.
He is just a poor linesman. Where has he ever seen such a scene?
"He is provoking, provoking the home players, provoking the home fans!!!" Bagheri was still shouting loudly.
Zeng Zheng, who stayed up all night and spoke multiple languages, certainly understood what the other party was shouting.
He immediately showed an innocent face, pointed to the fruit on the table and explained: "I'm a little hypoglycemic. It's such a hot day, can't I add some sugar?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Then what do you mean you are spitting date pits at us?" Bagheri pointed angrily at the date pits, grape seeds and pomegranate seeds on the sidelines.
Zeng Zheng immediately winked when he saw this.
"Xiao Tao, why are you still standing there? Why don't you clean it up quickly?"
Picking up the trash is easier than dancing the hula.
After receiving the order, Han Tao immediately rushed forward and squatted down, picking up the fruit cores next to the sideline one by one.
The fourth official who ran over to support saw this and swallowed what he was about to say again.
Looking up at the angry fans in the stands, the fourth official decided to warn Zeng Zheng first.
"Chinese coach, you..."
"TONG!!!"
Before the fourth official opened his mouth, Zeng Zheng took out another large, round green object from the freezer and slapped it on the table in front of everyone.
Everyone took a closer look.
Oops!
It turned out to be a watermelon!
watermelon???
Seeing the appearance of watermelon, everyone was down.
"Xiao Tao, do you have a knife?"
Han Tao, who had picked up the core, turned back and shook his head.
"Boss Zeng, that kind of dangerous goods cannot pass the security inspection!"
"Oooh!"
Zeng Zheng nodded.
Then in front of everyone, he suddenly stretched out his right palm and slapped the watermelon on the table hard.
"PANG!!!"
Zila~~~
The watermelon burst in response.
Seeing this, Zeng Zheng quickly stepped forward and broke it open.
Looking at the red soil in the middle, Zeng Zheng laughed happily.
"Hahaha, it's still a seedless watermelon!"
"Referee, would you like to join us?"
The fourth official shook his head and ran away hastily.
"Line judge, what about you?"
The linesman backed away, not even daring to look at him.
"Bagheri! Try it, it's pure natural and delicious!"
"!@%#%#￥...&" Bagheri cursed in anger.
"Zeng, Boss Zeng, I, I want to eat a piece."
This is ice-cold seedless watermelon!
Under the scorching sun, looking at the crispy melon in Zeng Zheng's hand, the team members even shed half their tears.
However, as soon as he heard that his team members wanted to eat, Zeng Zheng changed his expression instantly.
"Eat, eat, eat, as long as you fucking know how to eat!"
“What’s not available in China?!”
"Have you not had enough at home?"
"When you win this game and reach the World Cup, you can have as many melons as you want!"
"Eat every day, and you will die without anyone caring about you!"
"Now, immediately, get back to your place immediately!"
"First, let me play the game well!"
"Uh... Karimi, do you want to come with me?"
Karimi who came to Rabagheri was shocked.
He really didn't expect Zeng Zheng's expression to change so quickly.
One second he was acting vigorously and reprimanding his own team members; the next second he was like a spring breeze and even invited himself to eat melon.
How can Karimi, who is ignorant of the world, cope with this?
He quickly said "THANKS" twice, waved his hands repeatedly, and then returned to the court.
"Tsk, you really won't enjoy any blessing at all!"
"This is not a contraband, and it will not affect your urine test!"
"If you don't eat it, I'll eat it myself!"
As he spoke, Zeng Zheng sat down on the beach chair with half of the watermelon in his hands.
Then he took out an iron spoon and started eating the melon in front of 100,000 people.
"Gudong..." The Iranian fans who were exposed to the sun swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Gudong..." The Iranian players swallowed a mouthful of saliva under the scorching sun.
"Gudong..." Han Tao, who was staring blankly at the side, swallowed.
"Ah oh..." Chi Shangbin, who had just woken up, rolled his eyes again and fainted when he saw this.
All of this is Zeng Zheng’s personal behavior and has nothing to do with me!
"Beep!!!"
With a whistle.
Bagheri took a running start, then suddenly kicked the ball towards the Chinese team's penalty area.
The players in the penalty area looked at the incoming ball and took several steps back.
In the end, not to mention General Fan and Li Weifeng, even Ali Daei and Aziz did not jump.
Because the kick was too far off!
When passing by the small restricted area, it was still more than three meters above the ground.
"Hurry up and chase, the ball didn't go out of bounds!"
Although I had a large piece of watermelon stuffed in my mouth.
But the sharp-eyed Zeng Zheng could tell it at a glance based on the trajectory of the ball.
Upon hearing this, Wu Chengying quickly turned around and chased the ball.
really.
The football landed two meters in front of the baseline and bounced forward.
Under the influence of rotation, it bounced twice and stayed close to the baseline, and then slowly rolled toward the corner area.
Because Wu Chengying ran first, the Iranian team members did not chase after seeing this.
When Wu Chengying controlled the ball in front of the corner stick, the Iranian players had already retreated.
"Don't be anxious, just take your time."
"Keep the ball!"
"Pull the front waist back!"
Under Zeng Zheng's methodical command, the ball lingered in the backcourt for nearly a minute before being passed through the midfield.
"The Chinese team seems to be trying to keep a tie today!"
Although there were many scenes of Zeng Zheng eating melon regardless of his image, in order to reduce the impact, Huang Jianxiang kept his mouth shut every time Zeng Zheng appeared in the center of the camera.
There is no way to describe Zeng Zheng's behavior, we can only talk about the team's tactics today.
The Iranian team's offensive was like a fire, and every attack was aimed at scoring goals, because they had to win today.
The Chinese team can qualify if they draw.
Under such "favorable" conditions, it is reasonable for Zeng Zheng to choose the tactic of maintaining peace.
Judging from today's scene, the Chinese team also executed Zeng Zheng's tactics perfectly.
Nearly half an hour has passed since the opening ceremony.
The Iranian team has scored 7 shots, 5 of which hit the goal frame.
Although the quality of the subsequent shots was not high, the overall offensive was very obvious.
The Chinese team only managed two painless shots.
But the ball possession rate was as high as 63%.
Many of these are done when the goalkeeper controls the ball and the defender steps back.
Although such a "negative" approach caused dissatisfaction among the fans of the home team.
But they had no choice but to shout loudly.
"Zhang Xiaorui's ball control is all used in defense."
"It looks like Coach Zeng really plans to go back with a 0-0 score today!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Looking at Zhang Xiaorui who keeps returning to the center circle to respond, control the ball, and move, and then look at Zeng Zheng who is eating melon on the sidelines, Huang Jianxiang also
I don't know what to say.
Zeng Zheng's performance today was indeed outrageous.
As a Chinese commentator who came to the scene, he could more or less guess Zeng Zheng's intention of doing this, which was to relieve the pressure on the players so that they could play the game with a normal mind.
But if this happens, the pressure on Zeng Zheng will double.
Fortunately, this game was won by a flat kick. The Chinese team qualified for the World Cup. The merits outweighed the faults. Maybe in the end, they will be known as "eclectic coaches".
But what if you lose?
Regardless of the past performance, starting from the analysis of the mental outlook of the Iranian team today, this game is really dangerous.
If Ou Chuliang hadn't played stably, someone might have scored a goal right now.
How could Zeng Zheng not arouse public outrage if he took such actions at his home stadium?
In the end, even if the Chinese team got the result they wanted.
Angry Iranian fans might do something extreme.
Don’t forget, this is West Asia!
This is not our own territory in China!
"Don't attack!"
"Don't attack!"
"Not in a hurry."
"Give me more..."
"It's really impossible to pass the ball back to the goalkeeper!"
Zhang Xiaorui really listened to what Zeng Zheng said.
From a position like the center circle, he kicked Ou Chuliang directly in front of the goal.
The ball flew across the sky and went straight to the Chinese team's penalty area.
The fans in the stands were terrified.
Fortunately, Ou Chuliang's basic skills are also very good.
He rushed forward, leaned back, held his breath, and firmly blocked the incoming ball with his chest.
Seeing the ball being firmly stepped on by Ou Chuliang, the fans' hearts fell back into their stomachs.
"The Chinese team passed back again!"
On the sidelines of the court, Blazevic was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
From the midfield, he opened his own door with a big kick.
This is too much fun!
If you are not careful, you may create an own mistake.
"Damn it Zeng, isn't he afraid of making mistakes?"
Zeng Zheng wiped a handful of watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth, curling his lips as if they were eighty thousand.
If Zhang Xiaorui can make a mistake in passing the ball, or if Ou Chuliang makes a mistake in stopping the ball, these two people will stop being part of the national team in the future!
In this way, under the "negative" playing style of the Chinese team, the first half gradually came to an end.
In the 43rd minute, when Zhang Xiaorui dropped back from the frontcourt to catch the ball, some cameras were focused on him, and some were focused on Ou Chuliang.
Facing Zhang Xiaorui who was facing the ball, the Iranian defenders were also worried.
Should he be protected from death with this ball?
What should I do if I follow him and he passes the ball back?
And while his opponent was stunned, Zhang Xiaorui suddenly turned around and ran towards the frontcourt.
Eh???
The Iranian team member who was passed looked confused.
Did he catch the ball?
Didn’t receive it!
Because the moment Zhang Xiaorui turned around and ran forward, the ball happened to roll past the other side.
Zhang Xiaorui mastered the timing of turning and accelerating so cleverly that his opponent didn't react at all.
"Zhang Xiaorui turned around..."
"pretty..."
"The ball passed!"
After turning around and getting rid of the ball, Zhang Xiaorui began to stride forward with the ball.
Although it went against Zeng Zheng's tactical command of "continue to control the ball", how could Zhang Xiaorui care about anything else at the moment?
"Hey, this little black guy is coming with this trick!"
"If your opponent gets the chance to counterattack, I will replace you immediately!"
At the side of the court, Zeng Zheng, who was burping, wiped his mouth and snorted lightly.
Although he said this, Zeng Zheng still continued to assist Zhang Xiaorui in his ears.
"Sun Jihai is following on the right..."
"Yang Chen is running across the front..."
"There are two people guarding Xie Hui..."
"Dayu is on your left..."
After the information entered Zhang Xiaorui's brain, Zhang Heizi chose to continue dribbling the ball forward, taking the ball to the front of the Iranian team's penalty area in a few steps.
This is the area he is most familiar with!
Karimi wanted to step forward to block the ball, but Zhang Xiaorui pushed forward with his left foot unhurriedly, and the ball rolled through Karimi's wicket in the blink of an eye.
The next second, Zhang Xiaorui's body and mind flashed, and after passing Karimi from the side, he easily caught up with the ball.
The skillful crotch penetration made the Iranian players lose face at home.
Karimi, furious, immediately turned around and rushed toward Zhang Xiaorui fiercely.
However, the latter made another light move and used the same method to pull the ball back to its original position.
"Yo ho?!"
Since the start of the game, this is the first exciting attack played by the Chinese team.
"Zhang Xiaorui penetrated Karimi twice in a row."
"You're so skilled with your feet!"
"Zhang Xiaorui has become as good as those European stars these days!"
After Huang Jianxiang finished speaking, he felt that he was talking nonsense.
Don’t forget, Zhang Xiaorui just joined Juventus this summer.
As the first Chinese player to play for a giant Serie A club, how can Zhang Xiaorui's foot skills be considered vegetarian?
This is Zidane's "substitute"!
After the Iranians reacted, they all stayed where they were and did not dare to move forward easily.
At this moment, Yang Chen suddenly started and rushed towards the Iranian team's penalty area.
"Left front!"
As soon as Zeng Zheng finished speaking, Zhang Xiaorui's left foot quickly pushed the ball forward.
Obviously, Zhang Xiaorui also noticed the moment Yang Chen started it.
At this moment, all the virtues of the classic attacking midfielder are vividly displayed in Zhang Xiaorui.
Alert, intelligent, calm, quick, good at discovering and seizing opportunities...
His opponents can never guess what he is going to do next, and they can never stop what he is going to do next.
Just like this diagonal kick.
"Pass the ball..."
"Yang Chen single-handedly!"
"Shoot!!!"
In Huang Jianxiang's low voice, Yang Chen, who had caught up with the ball, suddenly swung his left foot and vigorously swung the ball at his feet.
At the same time, the two defenders of the Iranian team and the goalkeeper all reacted immediately to block the ball.
However, after they fell to the ground, they discovered that Yang Chen had raised his left leg and lightly smashed the ball.
A wrong body.
The moment the ball came to Yang Chen's right foot, the Bundesliga forward tipped his toes forward and stabbed the ball straight into the empty goal.
"The ball goes in blah blah blah blah!!"
Huang Jianxiang, who picked up the microphone, had been waiting in the commentary box for a long time.
Seeing the ball hit the net, he couldn't control it anymore and screamed directly into the microphone.
After scoring the goal, Yang Chen immediately got rid of his teammates who rushed to celebrate and trotted to the sidelines.
In front of the Chinese coaching bench, Zeng Zheng seemed to have anticipated the opponent's intention.
Pointing to the remaining fruits on the table, he said: "Pick it yourself, pick it yourself!"
"Don't blame me for your bad stomach!"
Yang Chen swallowed his saliva and scanned the watery fruits one by one.
Finally, I reluctantly broke off a banana, peeled the skin and ate the pulp in two or three bites.
Sun Jihai on the side was so excited that he burst into tears.
After Yang Chen returned to the court, he didn't forget to run over and whisper: "Brother Yang."