Lippi stood up from the coach seat and walked to the side of the court, his hands pressed gently, signaling everyone to stabilize his emotions. But there was a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

Even if he is a silver fox, the formations are known for their subtlety and variety, but there are some situations that exceed his expectations. For example, the fierce degree of the Iranian team, and the ground transmission ability of the Chinese team is not enough to deal with opponents with really strong impact.

In the first twenty minutes, Queiroz brought the characteristics of the Iranian team to the extreme, and indeed took the lead in the scene.

CCTV's commentary Liu Jianhong's tone began to become worried again, and now he has almost no such state, but when the Chinese team lost the ball under the obvious disadvantage, he couldn't help but return to the state of the previous years.

"This goal loss is a lesson for the Chinese team! The Iranian team's play is somewhat against us. He just bullied you with his body! And we...really a little too dependent on Zhou Tian. He is really excellent, but now he is absolutely excellent It is a thorn in the eyes of all opponents in Asia. The Golden Ball candidate is the only one in Asian football. Such a dilemma will not be a special case. It is now a challenge left to Lippi and Zhou Tiancheng. Our technology also It’s not as delicate as the Japanese team, so can it be simpler and more direct! We still have Jiang Hao in the frontcourt, and we haven’t seen him much in these 20 minutes.”

What Liu Jianhong said is the fact that Jiang Hao didn't even have a chance to fight with the opponent in the frontcourt. It is conceivable how the Chinese team's midfield and backcourt play was squeezed.

There is already a voice on the Internet saying: This scene has been gone for a long time!

Familiar formula, familiar taste...

Dortmund, Zhou Zhen patted the table bravely.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Chu Yunling asked suddenly.

"Oh, Xiaoling, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did it scare you, I just... I was so excited, I changed position, changed position, and went inside."

But at this time, Chu Yunling had come over and put her head in front of the computer. Some surprises: "Huh, why are you behind?"

Zhou Zhenyong was anxious in his eyes: "Xiaocheng was stared to death, and the Chinese team would soon be ineffective. Lippi really is, with an annual salary of 20 million euros, can't he even formulate a set of tactics that do not rely on him? Just know Holding his thighs, my son can make the national team stronger, but he is not a god."

Chu Yunling smiled: "Dad, don't worry, these are just small scenes, he must be fine."

"Um... hey, Xiaoling, you have to watch the screen less now, there is radiation, which is bad for the baby. It's not too early, go home and rest early."

"It's okay, this clothing is originally radiation-proof."

Chu Yunling smiled, she had put on radiation-proof maternity clothes, sat back on the chair next to her, returned the music software on her mobile phone, opened the specially downloaded CCTV video and audio app, and cut into the live broadcast of sports channels page.

...

Zhou Tiancheng frowned, and except for him, the players on the Chinese team all had depression on their faces.

Everyone is holding a fire in their hearts, and it needs to erupt, and as long as there is a chance, it may erupt at any time, but now there is no opportunity to ignite it.

Zhou Tiancheng thought for a while and came to Chen Pengfei.

"Brother, you must have a solution? Great, this game is too suffocating."

"There is a way, watch you perform, dare you?" Zhou Tiancheng asked with narrowed eyes and a smile.

Chen Pengfei's eyes suddenly lighted up: "Really? Brother Cheng, you can rest assured, men can't say no, you just say it, how to do it?"

"It's unrealistic to play high-end technology. Let's do something simple and rude. Pick up the entire back line, can't it?"

"Hey! This..."

"No way? Oh, it seems that your last Bundesliga game was only temporarily suspended."

"Who said this? This... is really exciting! Brother Cheng, do you know how wingers can be top-notch? That kind of operation is now a daily operation for me. Or would I dare to accept so many invitations from the Champions League team? ?"

Zhou Tiancheng smiled: "If you want to gain a foothold in that kind of giants, strength is only one of them. The most important thing is that you must get awesome at the crucial moment! Give you a chance! It's up to you!"

"Look, brother, I can definitely do better than Hako."

...

Zhou Tiancheng was weighed by Chen Pengfei to end the attack. Of course, he can directly find Jiang Hao, but Jiang Hao’s single-arrow position is definitely the key area of ​​Iran’s defense. Even his own ball is difficult. If Jiang Hao is thrown into the opponent’s muscle layer, he will lose his offensive opportunity and may not be good. It is also easy to get injured.

This kind of thing that takes the risk of the team and digs pits for teammates, Zhou Tiancheng will not do it.

Perhaps the best way is to give Chen Pengfei the main road.

Want to play simple and rough?

Zhou Tiancheng looked back at Ansari Fad in Iran's frontcourt.

Hey, we can play with you too!

Chen Pengfei was ready to catch the ball at any time on the wing. Zhou Tiancheng passed a ground ball and took a little advance to lead him forward.

Chen Pengfei's eyes brightened, and he rushed towards the ball immediately, fighting hard with the opposite right back Haji Safi ~lightnovelpub.net~Zhou Tiancheng this ball is too big, Chen Pengfei is very difficult to handle... hey! Hey! nice shot! It's beautiful to pick the ball! Speed ​​up, fight back! Opportunity is coming! ! "

Chen Pengfei's normal operation this time, he picked Haji Safi lightly. In the eyes of all Iranian players, this is the magic weapon.

It wasn't until Chen Pengfei began to cut inwards and past Dejaga that the Iranian central defender rushed to intercept.

At this time, they had made a very serious mistake. The midfielder immediately focused on Zhou Tiancheng here, and even midfielder De Jaga had been thrown away.

Before approaching the penalty area, central defender Prali Ganji can only get rid of Jiang Hao, and his position can intercept Chen Pengfei at the fastest speed.

However, he didn't expect Chen Pengfei to avoid it, so he overtakes him in front of him, takes a big step, and then starts to fight for speed. Praliganji's turn-around acceleration is not too slow in the center defender, but it is certainly not as fast as Chen Peng, and head-on confrontation always suffers. He just grabbed a subconsciously and pulled a little clothing corner, but this is not enough to make Chen Pengfei slow down.

Facing the attacking goalkeeper Ahmadi, Chen Pengfei chose a shot that was not smart, but he was precise, the ball hit the net fiercely, and then stopped.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! The ball is in! The ball is in! Chen Pengfei really lifted the ball! This is the effect, and now the Chinese team has this strength in the frontcourt!"

This goal booed the scene, Zhou Tiancheng took the lead, Chen Pengfei as the team's hero, was surrounded for the first time.

"See it, Brother Cheng, give it to me, no problem. Huh, I finally got a breath and **** him!"

Chen Pengfei clenched his fists, and his eyes still had unexplained light.

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