Chapter 87 Digging a Hole

"Fake, Dong!"

"Fake Squid,"

Many French fans cursed in English in the stands, and everyone was targeting Dong Fangzhuo. The curses and boos were mixed together, and the sound was quite loud.

Chinese fans are not vegetarians either.

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

"Dong Fangzhuo, well done!"

"Dong Fangzhuo, well done!"

Soon, their voices silenced the French fans.

Pogba was carried off the field and never came back up. Nzonzi replaced him.

Pogba's eyes were full of despair. His eyes kept falling on Dong Fangzhuo, but there was nothing he could do...

The most important waist is down, and Matuidi cannot play. France's midfielder is not the strongest midfielder.

The half-time game ended with the French team still trailing 0:1. The culprit, Umtiti, had his head drooped and couldn't lift his spirits at all. If it hadn't been for his handball, the team would not have fallen behind.

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

"Keep your head up!"

"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 and gentle, but now his eyes are getting bigger and he is glaring at everyone.

"Look at you,"

"Where does it look like a championship contending team?"

"With this kind of mental state, is it worthy of promotion? You have become incapable of playing football. Is Paul's sacrifice like this in vain?"

"We are just one goal behind. If we are afraid of even one goal and can't even catch one goal back, then do we still deserve to wear the France jersey?"

"Listen to the ridicule of the Chinese people outside. They look down on you at all. You have lost your courage and confidence in front of the Chinese Dong Dong!"

"Are you ready to give up victory?"

"shame!"

Deschamps didn't save any face.

He felt he couldn't wait any longer, glanced at Griezmann, who was showing a mediocre performance, and then said coldly, "In the second half, Dembélé comes up."

Griezmann's heart dropped. He didn't expect Deschamps to make adjustments so quickly. Most likely, Deschamps meant to replace him. It was a bad first half and he had no chance.

Obviously, Deschamps needs speed now, and both cars need to be very fast. It is more appropriate for Dembele to come up, otherwise, he will have to replace Giroud.

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

"It will be a more difficult half, more dangerous."

"Being ahead by one goal 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 shotguns and aim at them at all times. We must not let them make any delusional actions!"

"If I'm not wrong, they can only rely on the speed of the two wings now. We have to protect both wings."

"Their midfield organization has definitely dropped and they may be giving up possession."

"We will fight them to the end!"

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…

After the two teams reappeared, Griezmann was indeed missing from the French team, and he was indeed replaced by Dembele. There are no changes to other locations.

The Chinese team made no move.

"With Dembélé coming up, the French team's two wings will be very fast, and the Chinese team's defensive pressure will increase again."

"On one side is Mbappe and on the other is Dembélé. The speed of these two people is really terrifying. Wang Gang's side is fine, but what about Deng Hanwen's side? I feel a bit dangerous."

Huang Jianxiang blinked, but soon discovered something was different.

"The Chinese team has changed its formation?"

"442? Dong Fangzhuo returned to the midfield position, forming a central partner with Zheng Zhi, and appeared on the right side. This is equivalent to helping the right defense."

"There are only two little guys in front of me.

Feng Jin and Wu Sanshi. "

"This formation is more balanced. Feng Jin's position is still slightly behind. The formation may be more like 4411."

The two teams went head-to-head. Zheng Zhi collided with Tolisso in the midfield, but both men quickly got up without any hesitation. Tolisso launched a fast break, like hitting behind the Chinese team, but Wang Gang got stuck early. Despite the position, Mbappe still didn't succeed.

The Chinese team switched from defense to offense. The French team players retreated quickly, and the Chinese team could only switch to a positional battle. Zheng Zhi and Dong Fangzhuo controlled the ball continuously in the midfield and did not rush to pass the ball forward.

The ball frequently returned to the backcourt of the Chinese team. Dembele, who had just come up, was eager to perform and knocked down Zheng Zhi in the frontcourt and received a yellow card.

The game resumed again, but the Chinese team was still in no hurry to pass the ball forward, and just spent time with the French team.

The experienced Zheng Zhi and Dong Fangzhuo played with ease in the backcourt, but the young French internationals were anxious. Dembele and Mbappe kept rushing towards the center from the two wings, trying to steal the ball. But it was useless, as soon as they ran towards the middle, the ball split to the side.

Dong Fangzhuo's running ability is so strong that he has been connecting the team. Although Zheng Zhi cannot run, he can just make a start.

"Oh no,"

"Now Chinese players in the midfield and backfield have been consuming the French team's patience. We don't know how to regain the initiative. This French team is still too young. Deschamps has to think of something."

Thuram was worried during the live broadcast.

"Get Dong down, there is no other way." This was the countermeasure Lizarazu could think of.

"Four years ago, Germany almost succeeded."

"If you want to do it, do it early."

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

Nzonzi is of no use at all. He can't replace Pogba, not even close.

Deschamps thought for a while and wanted to make substitutions again, but there was no one to replace. He brought too few midfielders, only 5 in total. Now one is suspended and one is injured, so there is no time to play...

Just when he was anxious, there was a guy who performed worse than him. Dembele may have forgotten that he already had a yellow card, and he tackled Zheng Zhi again.

This time Zheng Zhi was miserable. He fell over and did not get up again.

But the French fans' hair stood up instantly because the referee reached into his pocket again this time.

This means something is going to happen to Dembele.

Deschamps' face instantly turned black to charcoal. His disciples on the court tried to stop the referee before he took out the cards.

But the referee still firmly pulled out the yellow card.

Two yellows turn one red.

Dembele was expelled!

"Ouch~"

"Beautiful!"

"Before the game, Dong Fangzhuo was worried about the referee's penalty. I didn't expect the referee to be so fair! Deschamps was dug into his own trap..."