69novels Chapter 22 Hmm? You mean I secretly told Su Yu something?
Chapter 22 Hmm? You mean I secretly told Su Yu something?
"Fuck! Keep an eye on that Chinese midfielder!"
"Harun! You damned bastard, what are you doing? If you don't keep an eye on him, get down here!"
Chinese fans, along with Yin Tiesheng standing in front of the Olympic team's bench, all looked on with regret, lamenting the missed opportunity.
Not far away, in front of the substitutes' bench.
Just recovering from the shock of Su Yu's first goal, head coach De Sarte was startled again by Shen Longyuan's shot and finally lost his temper.
De Sarte didn't hesitate to point his finger at Haruen, his own midfielder who had just failed to keep up with Su Yu, and started criticizing him.
"Yes! Yes!!"
On the field, when he heard his head coach criticize him by name, although he was secretly retorting in his heart, on the surface, Harun obediently nodded and turned his gaze to Su Yu who was walking past him.
Several threatening attacks came from Su Yu, and Harrouen, known as the Belgian midfield black bulldozer, naturally wanted to put some pressure on Su Yu.
After finishing his tirade against Harun, De Sarthe did not stop his roaring!
Two forwards, including two full-backs!
These four people, who hadn't shown much activity in the past few minutes, all received the same greeting as Harun.
Moreover, after greeting everyone, De Sarthe directly made a hand-pressing gesture towards his own teammates.
De Sartre's meaning is very clear!
After being suppressed by the Chinese for so long, it's time for Belgium to launch a major counterattack!
"Beep!!!"
With the referee's whistle blowing!
Bailly launched a long ball towards the center circle from in front of the goal.
The competition then resumed.
High ball!
Although Zhao Xuri's height is not inferior to Wilton Henry's.
However, their physical fitness is far inferior to others.
The two jumped at the same time, and Vertonghen easily knocked Zhao Xuri aside and passed the ball directly to Haruen who was following behind.
He quickly bypassed Zhao Xuri and strode towards the national Olympic team's backfield.
In the previous attacks, the Belgians would usually choose to pull the ball to the wing and then cross it from a 45-degree angle or from the wing to complete their attack.
But this time it's different!
Because of instructions from their head coach on the sidelines, the Belgians came out in full force to attack.
Even center-back Vimaren led the entire defense line up to the vicinity of the center circle!
Such an intense attack naturally forced the Chinese team to retreat across the board.
Dong Fangzhuo rushed towards Haruen who was carrying the ball, but before Dong Fangzhuo could get close, Haruen quickly passed the ball to Ruwer, the left-back who had rushed up from the backfield.
With the left-backs coming up, Hao Junmin naturally quickly marked them closely.
However, just like the close defense Dong Fangzhuo just made!
Ruver simply refused to engage in direct confrontations with the national Olympic team players!
The same pass was delivered to left winger De Mul, who had dropped back to receive the pass.
Zheng Zhi arrived, and De Mul also made a pass!
From left to right!
From front to back!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The increase in attacking players made the Chinese Olympic team players, whose basic skills and passing ability were far weaker than those of Belgium, gradually realize that something was wrong.
Of course, while the national Olympic team players were all running around in a sorry state, Su Yu was also trying his best to patch up the holes everywhere.
However, he was indeed outnumbered and outmatched!
In addition, although he has top-notch vision, his defensive ability is only a pitiful sixty-something, which is the entry level.
Therefore, Su Yu could only watch helplessly as the Belgians used their rapid passing and various moves to make the Chinese Olympic team players increasingly impatient!
Snapped!
Clap clap clap!
It's like boiling a frog in lukewarm water.
In the course of passing the ball back and forth, Yuan Weigui, who had been following Belgium's right winger Van den Borre on the left wing, unknowingly wandered into the middle to participate in the defense. His loss of position immediately turned the left wing of the Chinese Olympic team into a vacuum.
As a key player for Ajax, Vertonghen was not about to let this opportunity slip by after receiving a pass from his teammate.
Before Zheng Zhi could even pounce, he lobbed a pass!
The ball bypassed Li Weifeng and landed inside the Chinese Olympic team's penalty area.
"Oh no! This is dangerous!"
"Yuan Weigui's seat is empty!"
"Belgium's number 10, Vertonghen, makes a direct lob pass!"
"Qiu Shengjiong strikes!"
"This ball..."
Huang Jianxiang, who was in the commentary booth, exclaimed in surprise.
As Van den Borre received the ball with no one defending him, he immediately raised his right leg!
The Workers' Stadium fell silent instantly!
More than 40,000 Chinese fans closed their eyes in despair.
However, even with their eyes closed, the cruel reality still occurred!
Van den Borre's powerful shot, like a cannonball, flew over Qiu Shengjiong's outstretched arms without any obstruction and slammed into the net.
"Beep!!!"
At the same time that explosion occurred.
The referee has already blown the whistle to confirm the goal!
13th minute of the match!
After China got off to a dream start with Su Yu, the Belgians quickly equalized with a classic European Red Devils-style team attack!
"Why!"
"Goal!"
"1:1!"
"The two teams are back to square one!"
"It stems from... Yuan Weigui's misplacement!"
"Unfortunately, but a very real problem has arisen!"
"Fundamentals, the fundamentals of defensive positioning on the court! The fundamentals we've been emphasizing!"
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"Yes! Fuck!!!"
In the commentary booth, Lao Huang, in his usual manner, began to criticize his own players' basic skills.
Not far away, in front of the Belgian bench, watching his lads so easily equalize the score after his stern instructions, Belgian coach De Sartre immediately raised his fists excitedly and cursed at the air!
Of course, this wasn't De Sartre scolding Yin Tiesheng, but rather De Sartre venting his resentment over the past ten minutes or so!
There's no way around it; even now, De Sartre, who witnessed the Red Devils' most glorious era, still thinks Chinese football is just...
Being scored on first by such a team and then being pinned down for a full ten minutes, De Sartre naturally felt extremely ashamed and frustrated!
But things are better now!
The score is tied!
And just as I expected, the individual abilities of these Chinese players were indeed too poor. As long as my teammates put enough pressure on them, I didn't even need to create opportunities for them; those Chinese players would simply hand over the prize.
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"Coach Yin, shouldn't we adjust our tactics?"
De Sartre celebrated triumphantly in front of his own bench.
Not far away, in front of the Chinese team's bench, Su Maozhen leaned close to Yin Tiesheng and whispered something.
Although the score was only a tie, Su Maozhen, who was well aware of how bad the mentality of his national Olympic team players was, immediately became worried.
"Let's take another look!"
Adjustment?
Su Maozhen knew that adjustments were needed, so how could Yin Tiesheng not know?
However, the 11 players on the field right now are the best hand he can play. If he can't even win with this hand, no matter how he adjusts his strategy, it will be completely useless!
Yin Tiesheng thus chose to wait and see.
However, a scene that soon puzzled Yin Tiesheng soon unfolded.
Before he could even make a move, Su Yuhe and Zheng Zhi, who had almost intercepted the Belgian's passes several times in defense, called their teammates, including Dong Fangzhuo, back onto the field.
Apart from the goalkeeper, the other ten players formed a circle without his signal, and in the center of the circle, someone was covering their mouth with their hand, seemingly giving instructions quickly.
"Coach Yin, that kid Su Yu...did you speak to him privately about something?"
"Um?"
Su Maozhen was stunned.
What does "hmm" mean?
Is it a first "hmm" or a second "hmm"?
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P.S.: I'm begging for all sorts of things, Mianmian is so pitiful, waaaaah!