Chapter 180: Keep It Simple

Lippi stood up from the coach's bench, walked to the sidelines, and gently pressed his hands down to signal everyone to stabilize their emotions. However, there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Even if he is a silver fox, the formation of troops is known for being subtle and changeable, but there are also some situations that exceed his expectations. For example, the ferocity of the Iranian team, and the ground conduction ability of the Chinese team are not enough to calmly deal with opponents with strong impact.

In the first 20 minutes, Queiroz played the characteristics of the Iranian team to the extreme, and indeed took the lead on the scene.

CCTV commentator Liu Jianhong's tone began to become worried again. Now he almost never appears in this state, but when the Chinese team loses the ball again under the obvious disadvantage, he can't help but return to the state of previous years.

"This conceded goal is a lesson for the Chinese team! The Iranian team's style of play is somewhat incompatible with ours. He just bullies you with his body! And we...really rely too much on Zhou Tiancheng. He is indeed very good, but now he absolutely It is a thorn in the eyes of all opponents in Asia. Candidates for the Ballon d'Or are unique in Asian football. This kind of predicament will not be a special case. Now it is a challenge for Lippi and Zhou Tiancheng. Our technology is still It can’t reach the delicateness of the Japanese team, so can you be simpler and more direct! We still have Jiang Hao in the frontcourt, and we haven’t seen much of him in the past 20 minutes.”

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

There are already voices on the Internet saying: It's been a long time since I saw this scene!

Familiar formula, familiar taste...

Dortmund, Zhou Zhen bravely slapped the table.

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

"Oh, Xiaoling, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I scare you, I was...too excited just now, I'll change my position, change my position, and go inside."

But at this moment, Chu Yunling had already walked over, and put her head in front of the computer, a little surprised: "Hey, why are you behind?"

Zhou Zhenyong's eyes were a little anxious: "Xiao Cheng is being watched to death, and the Chinese team will soon fail. Lippi is also really, 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 Hold your 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."

"Hmm... Hey, Xiaoling, you should look at the screen less now, it's radiation, it's not good for the baby. It's getting late, go home and rest early."

"It's okay, the clothes are supposed to protect against radiation."

Chu Yunling smiled, she had already put on the radiation-proof maternity clothes, sat back on the chair next to her, turned off the music software on her mobile phone, opened the specially downloaded CCTV video app, and switched to the live broadcast of the sports channel page.

...

Zhou Tiancheng frowned, and apart from him, the faces of the players on the Chinese team were depressed.

There is a fire in everyone's heart that needs to burst out. As long as there is an opportunity, it may explode at any time, but now there is no opportunity to ignite it.

Zhou Tiancheng thought for a while and walked up to Chen Pengfei.

"Brother Cheng, you must have a solution, right? That's great, this game is so frustrating."

"There is a way. Do you dare to watch your performance?" Zhou Tiancheng narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.

Chen Pengfei's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "Really? Brother Cheng, don't worry, a man can't say no, so just say it, what's the matter?"

"It's unrealistic to play high-end technology. Let's do something simple and rude, and single-handedly challenge the entire defense line, okay?"

"Hey! This..."

"Can't you? Oh, it seems that your last Bundesliga game was just a temporary hangup."

"Who said that? This... is really exciting! Brother Cheng, do you know how a winger can become a top player? That kind of operation is just a daily operation for me now. Otherwise, would I dare to accept invitations from so many Champions League teams?" ?”

Zhou Tiancheng smiled: "If you want to gain a foothold in that kind of wealthy family,

Strength is only one of them, the most important thing is to be awesome at the critical moment! Give you a chance! It's all on you! "

"Look well, Brother Cheng, I'm sure I can do better than Haozi."

...

Zhou Tiancheng made the decision to leave it to Chen Pengfei to end the attack. Of course he can go directly to Jiang Hao, but Jiang Hao’s single arrow position must be Iran’s key defensive area, and it is difficult to even throw the ball by himself. If Jiang Hao is thrown into the opponent’s muscle layer, he will lose the opportunity to attack, and it may not be good. Also vulnerable to injury.

Zhou Tiancheng will definitely not do this kind of thing that takes the risk of the team and digs holes for his teammates.

It may be the most feasible to leave it to Chen Pengfei's wing to play the main role.

Want to play simple and rough?

Zhou Tiancheng glanced back at Ansarifard in Iran's frontcourt.

Hey, we can afford to play with you too!

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

Chen Pengfei's eyes lit up, and he rushed towards the ball immediately, competing for speed with the opposite right back Haji Safi.

"Zhou Tiancheng's ball was too big, and Chen Pengfei was very difficult to deal with... Hey! Hey! Good shot! Picking the ball, this move is beautiful! Speed ​​up, counterattack! Opportunity has come!!"

Chen Pengfei operated normally this time, and easily picked Haji Safi. In the eyes of all Iranian players, this was a stroke of genius.

It wasn't until Chen Pengfei started to cut inside and passed Djaga that the Iranian team's central defender rushed to intercept.

At this time, they had already made a serious mistake. The defensive midfielder immediately focused on Zhou Tiancheng, and even the midfielder Djaga had been thrown away.

Before approaching the penalty area, central defender Praliganji had no choice but to get rid of Jiang Hao, so that he could intercept Chen Pengfei head-on at the fastest speed.

However, he didn't expect that Chen Pengfei would not even dodge, so he forcibly overtook the car in front of him, took a big step, and then started to fight for speed. Praliganji's turning acceleration is not slow among central defenders, but it is definitely not as fast as Chen Pengfei, and he will always suffer a bit in a head-on confrontation. He just grabbed it subconsciously and pulled it to the corner of his clothes, but it was not enough to slow down Chen Pengfei.

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

"Beautiful! Beautiful! The goal is scored! The goal is scored! Chen Pengfei's goal really boosted his spirits! 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, and Chen Pengfei, as the hero of the whole team, was surrounded immediately.

"You see, Brother Cheng, leave it to me, no problem. Huh, I finally let out a sigh of relief, fuck him!"

Chen Pengfei clenched his fists tightly, and there was still a gleam of meaning in his eyes.

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