Chapter 1 The Olympic Stadium

The match between China and Senegal wasn't scheduled at Allianz Arena, but at another stadium in Munich - the Olympic Stadium. This stadium was once the home of Bayern Munich and Munich 1806, and has also hosted many international finals.

Compared to the Senegalese fans, the Chinese fans had the advantage in numbers, but they were disorganized, lacking coordination, and banners promoting various local fan organizations and companies as disguised advertisements were still everywhere.

Niu Jianhua still appeared in his Monkey King costume, attracting attention wherever he went. Seeing those banners, he could only shake his head and sigh inwardly: When will Chinese fans truly become professional? When will they cheer with rhythmic songs and applause during matches, instead of blowing those cheap plastic horns?

Both teams were now in the locker room, the field had returned to calm, and the fans were waiting for the players to reappear.

Sophie wiped her forehead. The temperature was thirty-eight degrees Celsius today, and it was humid. She was already sweating just standing on the sidelines, doing nothing. It was hard to imagine how the players would run for ninety minutes in this weather.

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To avoid too much temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, the locker room didn't have air conditioning, only fans. The players, who had just finished warming up, were drenched in sweat as if they had just taken a sauna. Everyone had to take off their soaked clothes and change into clean jerseys.

"It's too hot..." An Ke kept wiping the sweat from his hands with a dry towel. He was wearing gloves, and now the gloves were soaked with sweat.

"The weather isn't good, but it can only make the game more difficult. Our goal remains the same: to win." Qiu Suhui encouraged his players. "To conserve energy, we need to control the pace of the game, instead of being led by the nose. These are the basics. You should understand. Play our way, and we will definitely win!"

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For this match, the Chinese team still chose to wear red jerseys. Although Adidas designated white as their home color, Qiu Suhui didn't like the featureless white jerseys, which reminded him of mourning clothes. So even in matches where China was the home team, he had the team wear the "away jerseys."

The appearance of both teams on the field caused the first small climax in the stands. Exchanging flags, shaking hands with the referee, and tossing the coin, then it was time to prepare for kickoff.

Both teams had lost their previous matches, and to maintain hope of advancing, they had to defeat their opponent. A draw would make their prospects slim, while the losing side would definitely be going home early. It was a cruel outcome, and no one wanted to be the first team eliminated from the group stage of this World Cup.

The referee blew his whistle, and the game began.

Senegal kicked off, and after only three passes, they sent the ball deep into the Chinese half, hoping to use Diouf's speed to attack the Chinese defense.

But their long pass was headed back by Li Zhisheng, who was one meter eighty-seven tall. Diouf ran in vain.

Midfielder Diop didn't wait for the ball to land and took a long shot. The ball flew high over the crossbar amidst the exclamations of the audience.

Although the shot was ridiculously high, it showed China that Senegal was determined to win this match.

Qiu Suhui stood on the sidelines from the first second. Taking advantage of An Ke's goal kick, he waved to the field: "Push forward! Push forward! Move the formation forward!"

Since they were attacking, they had to show the momentum of attacking. After Senegal took a long shot, they naturally had to return the favor. China was a nation of etiquette; it was impolite not to reciprocate.

Yang Pan quickly dribbled the ball down the wing, and the opposing defender followed him forward, only holding his position and not tackling. This allowed the defender to maximize his speed, but... it was also easy to lose control.

Yang Pan used a Carlos-style move, sharply knocking the ball from behind his right foot to his left side, then abruptly stopped and turned inward! The opposing defender couldn't stop in time and rushed past.

Yang Pan, dribbling laterally, passed another Senegalese defender, and then suddenly unleashed a long shot with his left foot!

Although his left foot wasn't Yang Pan's strong foot, he had been practicing it all season at AC Milan, and now his left foot could also produce beautiful long shots.

The ball flew quickly past the penalty area, but also past the crossbar. The goalkeeper stood still, without reacting.

"Yang Pan suddenly shoots, this shot scared the opponent into a cold sweat!"

Even the commentator almost jumped up and cheered.

From this shot, it could be seen that the Chinese players were relaxed. With this kind of mentality, they could play any kind of good ball.

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In the subsequent match, the Chinese team actually suppressed Senegal, with a possession rate of 53%, which was rare in previous Chinese matches.

The statistics for the first fifteen minutes made the Chinese fans very happy. In these fifteen minutes, Senegal basically didn't get any chances. Wang Jianxiang couldn't help but sigh that the current Senegal was not what it used to be.

After the last match against Brazil, the highest score on the Chinese team wasn't Zhang Jun, who scored the goal, but An Ke. As for the highly anticipated young talent, Krew Li, his performance couldn't be considered good by any means, which led to media scrutiny after the match.

Krew didn't recognize many Chinese characters, but he knew that someone was questioning him, thinking that he, the attacking midfielder, was all hype, and only knew how to play tricks, but nothing else. This certainly made him very unhappy, and he was eager to prove himself in the match.

Shortly after Yang Pan's shot, he also took a long shot, but it was too straight and was easily confiscated by the opposing goalkeeper.

Wu Shanshan shook his head in front. He felt that if Krew had passed the ball to him, he would have had a chance, because there were no defenders around him.

Senegal's defense wasn't very good either, which could be seen from their multiple lapses in marking. They also didn't send anyone to specifically mark Zhang Jun, which was a loophole that could be exploited. But Krew hadn't seen it yet.

Yang Pan made a gesture to Krew, signaling him to pay attention to the openings. As an attacking midfielder, proving himself wasn't just as simple as scoring a goal. Krew nodded, acknowledging it.

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Zhang Jun only scored 6.5 points in the last match, and that was because he scored a goal. His performance at other times was somewhat disappointing. Although he received a lot of praise after the match, he himself wasn't satisfied with his performance. He didn't say anything, but he had been holding back a lot of energy. Yang Pan knew what Zhang Jun was thinking, so he tried to pass the ball to him in every possible way.

Zhang Jun and Wu Shanshan switched positions. He came to the right side, and then received a direct pass from Yang Pan. He didn't go to receive the ball, but ran in the direction of the ball, then adjusted his body direction, and on the right side of the penalty area, he suddenly unleashed a powerful shot!

The ball flew quickly along the turf towards the near post.

The Senegalese goalkeeper didn't expect Zhang Jun to dare to shoot directly from such a biased and distant position, and accurately enough. He hastily fell to the ground and used his fingers to deflect the ball out of bounds.

This shot won a round of applause, and Zhang Jun used this shot to make a good start to earning his reputation in the World Cup. After he scored a goal, some foreign media commented that it was luck, because his performance in the whole match was not convincing.

"Zhang Jun's shot is very threatening! Corner kick! The Chinese team got their third corner kick since the start of the match, while Senegal hasn't even had one. The Chinese team has a clear advantage on the field."

This was truly an unprecedented scene. In a world-class competition, the Chinese team was able to suppress their opponents on the field. When had we ever seen that?

"I thought it could go in." Zhang Jun shrugged and muttered to himself.

Yang Pan, who ran past him, stopped: "It will go in next time."

Zhang Jun looked at him strangely: "How can you be so sure?"

"Intuition." Yang Pan said with a smile.

"I never believe a man's intuition." Zhang Jun rolled his eyes.

Yang Pan smiled even more happily. He was relaxed and didn't realize that this was a crucial match. In the past, someone would have jumped out and criticized him for being frivolous, for not taking the match seriously, for disrespecting the opponent, for lacking professional ethics... But now it was different. Now it was a relaxed mentality, happy football, confidence, and confidence... The same smile, but two completely different views. Was Chinese football really improving, or was it just because they were playing well that everyone temporarily forgot their unhappiness?

"The corner kick is taken, it's Zhang Jun again! He heads the ball! Oh! It's above the crossbar! Zhang Jun is very active in this match, and you can't see the impact of the high temperature on him at all."

Who said there was no impact? Zhang Jun wiped the sweat off his face with his clothes, and then realized that his clothes were soaked. Wiping his face felt like a wet towel. Not only didn't the sweat dry, but it became wetter. He had no choice but to give up on using his jersey to dry his sweat. He had only been running for more than twenty minutes, but he felt chest tightness and couldn't breathe.

The hot and humid weather was indeed a test for the players.

Fortunately, we're not playing against Germany. Zhang Jun thought.

Because of this terrible weather, if the Chinese team couldn't establish an early lead, then the match would be very difficult to play in the later part of the first half and the second half. Africans who were used to hot weather would become terrifying lions and tigers.

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An Ke came out in time and saved Diouf's one-on-one chance. Diouf, who fell to the ground, was still complaining to the referee that An Ke had fouled. An Ke had already thrown the ball directly to Li Yongle in front.

As a defensive midfielder, Li Yongle had to become the initiator of the Chinese team's attack. He turned to receive the ball, then looked towards the front. At this time, the Senegalese players were in a hurry to retreat, and no one came up to pressure him, allowing him ample time to think and act.

After dribbling horizontally for a few steps, he quickly passed the ball to Krew. Wu Shanshan was still behind Krew at this time. There was only one Chinese player in front of Krew - Zhang Jun.

The Senegalese defender rushed up to tackle Krew. Zhang Jun was still on the left, and he was slowly running towards the right. And the defender who tackled Krew was the central defender on the right. The right-back was still on the right, preventing Yang Pan from breaking through.

Krew muttered to himself, "Come on, baby! Come on!" He wanted the defender who was pressing him to be a little closer, he was waiting for the opening behind him to appear, waiting for Zhang Jun to run into position, but he didn't look forward, but looked down at the ball.

When many people saw Krew looking down at the ball, they thought he was going to dribble himself again.

Here it comes!

The defender and Zhang Jun were both in the right positions.

Krew suddenly looked up, and pushed the ball to the right with his right foot. The ball rolled past the man. The Senegalese right-back immediately changed his mind and turned to pounce on the ball, trying to get the ball first. This would ruin the Chinese team's attack and have a chance to counterattack.

But he immediately changed his mind just after he started, because he saw the Chinese team's number 11 was rushing towards the ball at high speed, but he was still a few meters away just now... Now he could only slide tackle the ball out of bounds.

When Zhang Jun saw Krew look up, he accelerated and ran to the right, instantly shaking off the defender who was just following him, and then he snatched the ball before the opponent's slide tackle, and then jumped over the fallen Senegalese right-back.

Now, he gently knocked the ball inward with his right foot. Although there was still a goalkeeper in front of him, Zhang Jun only saw the goal in his eyes.

I want to score!

Thinking this, he swung his left foot to shoot, and the goalkeeper, who had blocked the angle, hurriedly fell to the ground to save. But Zhang Jun just pulled the ball to the right, causing the ball to escape the goalkeeper's control.

"He went in! Dribbling! The goalkeeper fell! Shooting! Top corner! The ball went in! The ball went in!!!" Wang Jianxiang's roar rang out.

The ball slammed into the net. Zhang Jun turned back and ran towards the corner area. He pulled the jersey out of his shorts and bowed his head to give the national flag a kiss. After kissing, he waved his fist fiercely, shouting like a commentator: "goAL!!!"

He was much more excited than when he scored the first goal. The happiness of the first goal came suddenly, making him unable to react. Now it was different, he was holding back a lot of energy, he just wanted to score, he just wanted to cheer to his heart's content after scoring.

His teammates spread their arms and rushed towards him, like eagles catching chickens. He nimbly flashed, made a turn, and ran towards the coaching bench.

The announcer on the scene said: "In the twenty-seventh minute of the first half, China leads Senegal 1:0. The goalscorer: China's number 11 Zhang Jun!"

"Oh!!!" Nearly 30,000 Chinese fans from all over the world roared in unison. This was really a roar of pride for the Chinese men's football team. They seemed to want to tear down the Olympic Stadium's mesh roof.

"This is Zhang Jun's second goal in this World Cup! He helped the Chinese team take the lead, he's in top form! He's unstoppable! He brought us such a crazy moment! 1:0! China leads Senegal!"

Qiu Suhui turned to Hu Li and said, "He always gives people surprises." Then he turned around and hugged Zhang Jun, who had sprinted to a stop.

"We're leading!" Zhang Jun shouted in his ear.

"Yes, you did a great job!" Qiu Suhui patted Zhang Jun's shoulder hard, stronger than when he saw him in Florence last time, and more trustworthy.

This will be your World Cup, Zhang Jun.

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Senegal, who was leading by the Chinese team, was a little flustered, and their unforced errors increased. Several times, they were caught by the Chinese team and formed attacks. It was just that they didn't score in the end, but it made the Senegalese coach shout and shout on the sidelines.

As last year's dark horse, they were being beaten by an unknown Chinese team, no wonder he couldn't hold back his anger.

Qiu Suhui naturally wouldn't be idle either. He walked to the sidelines and waved to the field, shouting: "Attack! Attack! Press up, shoot more! Put pressure on them!"

He wanted his players to suppress Senegal with this momentum. African players were naturally lax. Once they got into the flow, they would be unstoppable, but if they weren't allowed to play their game, and made them feel very uncomfortable, then they would only get worse and worse.

So the Chinese team couldn't relax. They should chase the enemy to the end and beat the drowning dog hard.

The defenders had to contain Senegal's attack in the middle and rear, using close marking and fierce tackles, and fouls to disrupt their offensive rhythm, so that they couldn't play their fast attacks. This would make Senegal's attack impatient. In front, they had to increase the number of shots. Anyone had to dare to shoot, to give Senegal the impression that the Chinese team would shoot anywhere, anytime, and you would never know where the next ball would come from.

After Li Yongle successfully counter-stole in the frontcourt, he only dribbled one step, and then took a long shot. The ball finally rolled out of the baseline against the post. Li Yongle sighed up to the sky, while the Senegalese goalkeeper felt his back was soaked, not because of the hot weather, but because he was scared.

The Chinese team's several frontcourt players generally shot well. Every shot, even if it wasn't within the frame, would be very threatening, making him unable to be careless at all. He looked at his team's frontcourt, which was already in chaos, and could only pray that the halftime break would come soon, giving them a chance to catch their breath.

The Chinese players naturally wouldn't think that way.

Krew passed Diop with delicate technique, but was knocked to the ground by another player. Many Senegalese players already hated the Chinese player who dribbled like a monkey to the point of gnashing their teeth. So after being knocked down this time, not only did no one reach out to pull him up, but the perpetrator had a smug look on his face: That's what I wanted to do!

But his impulse gave the Chinese team a direct free kick twenty-three meters from the left side of the penalty area.

"This ball is a bit biased, I think the Chinese team should choose to play an indirect free kick." The German commentator said.

Zhang Jun placed the ball on the turf, and then straightened his waist. Sweat dripped non-stop down his chin like a faucet that couldn't be turned off. Zhang Jun shook his head, and he also shook out a piece of sweat.

He stood in front of the ball, looking at the Senegalese goalkeeper who was nervously directing the wall, and said to Yang Pan, who was shielding him, "The first half is coming to an end, I think a 1:0 lead is too dangerous, who knows what will happen after halftime."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I want..." Zhang Jun looked at the time on the LCD display again, there were still seven minutes and twenty seconds left in the first half. "... I want to use this opportunity to score."

He began to retreat, and Yang Pan also retreated. One was good at arc and angle, and the other relied on speed and power to win, completely different styles of free kicks, which made the goalkeeper very difficult.

"The angle is a bit biased, is there no problem shooting directly?"

Zhang Jun chuckled: "When everyone thinks I'm going to pass the ball, it's the last time to shoot."

Yang Pan stopped talking, Zhang Jun had already stood still, and he continued to retreat a few steps, posing as if he was going to run a long distance. He heard the referee blow the whistle and started to run, but he wouldn't really kick it, someone was more suitable for this angle.

Zhang Jun stood next to the ball and didn't intend to kick it. Yang Pan was still taking small steps to run, this kind of running would put a lot of psychological pressure on the wall, look at the Senegalese players squeezed together, the fearful expression on their faces was definitely not fake.

When Yang Pan changed the broken steps to big steps, people knew that his heavy artillery was coming. But at this time, when the fans, players, commentators, reporters, cameras, and everyone else were focused on Yang Pan, Zhang Jun suddenly took a step forward, and then his right leg swung out, very suddenly... shot!

Judging from his posture, this was definitely not a passing technique. The goalkeeper, who was standing behind, saw the ball flying high over the wall and then falling rapidly, drilling towards the front point, and was immediately shocked. He pounced forward, but his feet slipped, and he was a second too slow, so he could only watch the ball fly towards the goal without anyone blocking it.

It's over. This was his thought. If they were 0:2 behind, the game would be even more difficult.

But fate was tricky. Just when he was about to give up, he saw the ball hit the near post with a "bang"!

A narrow escape!

After Zhang Jun kicked the ball out, many Chinese fans stood up, nervously watching the ball. They were looking forward to cheering for another goal, but the result disappointed them.

Who knows if this post will change the course of the next game? Will it change the fate of the Chinese team in this World Cup? The game and life are full of too many unknowns...

Too many unknowns...

In the chaotic front of the goal, a red figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd, risking hitting the post with his head, and hit the ball with a diving header!

The ball flew into the goal without any suspense, hitting the net.

Goal!

In the commentator's roar, a number 13 red figure jumped up from the ground, running towards the sidelines somewhat frantically, shouting syllables that no one could understand while running. Wu Shanshan, who was closest to him, wanted to reach out to pull him, but he didn't catch him, and he slipped and fell.

This kid runs faster than his 100-meter sprint.

"Number 13 Xiang Tao! This is his first goal in the World Cup! China leads Senegal 2:0! A brand-new, incredible, and impressive Chinese men's football team, they are now in front of us!"

Xiang Tao was finally caught by his teammates. He stumbled to the ground in excitement, and the other teammates naturally wouldn't be polite, and pounced on him like a stack of Arhats.

Xiang Tao, who was pressed under him, also stretched out a hand and raised his thumb. In this situation, he was still cheering for himself. He seemed to have never doubted his ability. As a player who was selected for the national Olympic team without playing a single professional game, he fought with his teammates on the first day of joining the national Olympic team, swearing all the time, looking like he was uneducated, and was criticized for his mistakes and impulsiveness on the field. Later, he went to Belgium and was gradually forgotten by the country, but now he scored a goal in the World Cup, making a name for himself. An ugly duckling turned into a swan.

At this moment, the person he most wanted to thank was Qiu Zhi. Without Qiu Suhui's discerning eyes, he would have rotted in the youth team of that local team long ago, and finally had to retire, and then go to the completely unfamiliar society to work hard to find a job to support himself.

People's fate is so wonderful. When he was selected for the national Olympic team, there was still a lot of controversy, but now who knows that he is the second Chinese player to score in the World Cup?

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The stands and the front of the TV were boiling again. China led 2:0, which probably no one could have imagined.

When will Chinese football be able to perform at this level in world-class competitions? The eleven players on the field were all confident, everyone dared to make moves, everyone dared to attack, everyone dared to defend, neither inferiority nor conceit.

Don't think that this is nonsense or a joke, in fact, the former Chinese men's football team was completely the opposite of what was said above, and their performance often made people unable to understand.

Of course, it still makes many old fans who have been watching Chinese football for decades unable to understand, but this is a good thing, because this kind of incomprehension means progress.

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Qiu Suhui was a little ecstatic about Xiang Tao's goal. He didn't expect that he, the coach, could lead Senegal 2:0 in the first half. He thought that today's weather was hot, and it was a must-win game, so it would be difficult to play.

Unexpectedly, these guys gave him, and gave others such a big surprise.

On the other side, the Senegalese coach was a little furious. The first half was coming to an end, but he suffered another heavy blow. Not to mention that the team did nothing, but they also conceded two goals to the Chinese team. He turned around and kicked the bottom of the plastic seat, but instead hurt himself. He gritted his teeth in pain, it really hurt his heart and body.

"A bunch of trash!" He cursed, and then leaned over to rub his sore foot.

The tactics were not right, and they were always suppressed by the Chinese team. I don't know who is the real trash...

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During the halftime break, the Chinese fans were the happiest. They sang and danced, not as reserved and矜持as foreigners thought. Niu Jianhua once again became the focus of the camera. His golden cudgel flew up and down in his hand, making the Chinese fans sing continuously, and also making the foreigners straighten their eyes.

Unlike the lively and celebratory atmosphere outside, the Chinese team's locker room was not like people thought that they were ready to celebrate.

Qiu Suhui didn't show his inner joy. He motioned for the excited players to be quiet with a straight face, and then warned them: "Don't think that you can relax with a two-goal lead. You must know that in last year's Champions League final, AC Milan celebrated in the locker room after leading 3:0 at the end of the first half, but was overturned in the second half. This is a lesson, and I don't want you to repeat the mistakes that others have made. Don't forget the saying that extreme joy begets sorrow. The second half is a test of our physical strength. If the second half is difficult to play, it is also because of physical strength. But Senegal will be more worried about physical strength than us, because they are two goals behind, they have to press out, they have to be active, which will make them consume more physical strength. We will play defensive counterattack in the second half, they will press out, and we will attack behind them. If they don't press out, we will spend time with them."

On the other side, the Senegalese coach was losing his temper with his men: "Take a look at your performance in the first half, where is it like a team? Cheer me up in the second half! Press out, attack! The Chinese team attacked so fiercely in the first half, their physical strength won't last long in the second half, their physical strength has always been a problem, you have to remember this. The second half is our world, if you don't want to roll back to Africa now, show me something!"

Most of the players were scolded and couldn't lift their heads, only the team's number one star Diouf was a little unconvinced, because he felt that there was no problem with his state, but his teammates did not provide him with enough support in the middle and rear.

He was also the African Footballer of the Year. In the second half, he will definitely let the world see his power, prove that he is still good, and prove to those wealthy teams that his strength can be valued by them.

He doesn't want to mess around in a second-rate Premier League team for the rest of his life.

When he came on the field, he pulled Diop and said to him: "You have to pass the ball to me more in the second half, otherwise I won't have a ball to take in front, let alone score a goal."

Diop thought for a while: "The Chinese team's midfield is not as bad as you think, I almost defended in the first half. If the time is right, I will pass the ball to you." He said vaguely, because he himself was not very confident whether he could overwhelm the Chinese team's midfield in the second half.

He could see how powerful the Chinese team's number 10 was in Inter Milan.

Diouf was obviously very dissatisfied with Diop's perfunctory answer, but he had no choice, because it was time to come on the field.

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The huge LCD display stood quietly under the roof of the east stand of the noisy Olympic Stadium. The score on it was 2:0, with the Chinese team leading Senegal.

This scoreboard has shown many famous names, such as Van Basten, Gullit, Cruyff, Beckenbauer, Matthäus, Klinsmann... Today, there are two more Chinese names on it.

Anyone can see that as the World Cup deepened, Zhang Jun has entered the state, and scoring in two consecutive games is a powerful proof. And Xiang Tao's performance in this game also made many people's eyes shine. This left-back, who was unknown in the Belgian League, made people feel that he would have unlimited money in the World Cup. Not only can he complete defensive tasks, but he can also go forward to assist, he can shoot and score himself, and it is precisely because of his existence that the position of the Chinese team's Krew Li is more in the middle.

His abundant physical strength and speed no less than a forward, coupled with his brave and tenacious style... I believe that many clubs' football circles have begun to salivate.

The second half was kicked off by the Chinese team. After Senegal kicked off in the first half, they passed the ball to the frontcourt with three passes, and the Chinese team obviously had a faster and simpler method.

Zhang Jun knocked the ball to Wu Shanshan, and rushed forward with all his strength. Wu Shanshan passed the ball directly back to Li Yongle.

After Li Yongle received the ball, he made some adjustments, and then kicked the ball to the right with a long pass.

"Here it comes again, the Chinese team's raid! This trick is unpredictable!"

Senegal has watched the video of the Chinese team's match against Brazil, and also marveled at the Chinese team's goal, but like most people, they thought that the ball was just luck. But now that they personally experienced this "lucky ball", they completely lost their minds.

The defense line, which was originally pressed near the midfield and had not had time to disperse, had to desperately retreat. Their left-back and left forward blocked and chased, trying to stop Yang Pan who had run up.

Yang Pan was like a high-speed train,碾passed the Senegalese defense line, and then directly crossed!

This time, there was not only one Zhang Jun in front of the goal, but also Wu Shanshan. Zhang Jun and him were one in front of the other. The attention of the defenders and the goalkeeper was attracted by Zhang Jun, and no one was marking Wu Shanshan at the back, which was a great opportunity. But Wu Shanshan rushed a little too far, and the ball passed behind him. He couldn't even turn around to volley, so he could only watch the ball fly past him quickly.

"Yang Pan's pass is a bit too far back. In this case, it is still impossible to guarantee the accuracy of the pass."

The commentator said so, but the fans from the Dutch town of Volendam didn't think so. On the contrary, they thought that the Chinese team's number 9 wasted a great scoring opportunity.

"Tsk tsk! It's a pity, Yang's pass was just right. If it was Zhang, I think we would definitely see the 'Scorpion' on the World Cup!"

"Yes, yes! I haven't seen Zhang's 'Scorpion' goal for a long time! He doesn't have the opportunity to show his talents in Italy at all. I really don't understand why he must go..."

"Don't talk nonsense! Now is just a temporary low period for Zhang. Any player has a low estimate, even stars like Raul are no exception. I think as long as Zhang gets through this period, he will definitely achieve something!"

"I hope you are right..."

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Yang Pan gave Wu Shanshan an apologetic gesture, he didn't pass well. But if it was Zhang Jun who caught the ball just now, and he missed the ball, he wouldn't apologize to Zhang Jun, because it was 100% Zhang Jun's own problem.

His tacit understanding with Zhang Jun was too deep, so that he would always use Zhang Jun's standards to measure other people. This problem has changed a lot when playing football in Bologna and Milan, but after living in the same room with Zhang Jun in the national team, this problem has a tendency to recur.

Zhang Jun patted Wu Shanshan on the shoulder to show comfort. He took off this little brother and was eager to score goals, eager to score goals in the World Cup.

But he also knew that scoring goals was something that could not be forced. When you start to get impatient because the goal is not coming, the goal will become more estranged from you.

What Wu Shanshan has to do now is to correct his mentality and wait patiently for the opportunity. What if he doesn't score a goal in this World Cup? With his age, he still has a chance in the 2008 Beijing Olympics, he still has a chance in the 2010 World Cup, and even a chance in 2014.

Conversely, maybe this World Cup does not belong to him Wu Shanshan...

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If Senegal is not as good as the Chinese team in the midfield, it is because the possession rate in the first half is too low, and they can't hold the ball most of the time. Then Diouf feels that now is a good opportunity. Senegal throws the ball out of bounds. As long as they can always control the ball at their feet, and then transition to the frontcourt, once he runs and passes, he has a great chance to score.

He raised his hand to signal Diop to pass the ball to him.

Diop, who was freed from Krew's entanglement, shook off Li Yi again. He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, and Diouf pulled to the right. He knew it was time to pass the ball.

After he passed the ball to Diouf, he continued to run forward, towards the Chinese team's goal.

Diouf didn't have the idea of passing the ball for him. When he got the ball, the world seemed to have only him alone. He had only one thought: break in, and then shoot and score! As the team's number one forward, it is really unreasonable to have no goals in the World Cup.

What he is facing here is the left-back of the Chinese team Xiang Tao.

Xiang Tao, who scored a goal, is in a state of mental excitement. He believes that even if Ronaldo returns to 1997, he has the confidence to stop him. Facing this Diouf, he will not leave the other party any chance.

An Ke thought that it was a shame for a goalkeeper to be scored by the opponent. And Xiang Tao believes that it is also a shame for a defender to be broken through by the opponent. The "extreme" thinking of the two made them often have amazing moves in the game.

Diouf slightly lowered his center of gravity, facing Xiang Tao who was not far away from him, considering how to deceive the opponent.

He finally chose to use the delicate footwork and coordinated body of the Africans to make Xiang Tao dizzy, and then break through.

His idea is very good, and his footwork is also good, but he found the wrong target.

At a place three or four meters away from Xiang Tao, he dribbled the ball, and his feet began to sway from the ball, from the side of the ball, and his upper body also swayed left and right with the movements of his feet, giving people the feeling that he didn't know which side he was going to break through from.

Xiang Tao watched Diouf "show off" his footwork in front of him, but remained indifferent. He didn't care about Diouf's two swaying legs at all. In his eyes, the ball was not touched by Diouf, and it was rolling forward according to the established route.

This is the opportunity!

Xiang Tao took advantage of the moment when Diouf left the ball, and with a sudden and fierce tackle, he not only捅pushed the ball away from Diouf, but also prevented the ball from going out of bounds.

When Diouf saw that the ball was gone, he fell down, trying to ask the referee for a free kick. But the linesman was right next to them, and he could see it clearly. Xiang Tao didn't touch him at all, so there was no question of a foul.

The referee waved his hand back to him, and if he didn't get up again, he would give him a yellow card.

Diouf reluctantly got up, and at this time Xiang Tao had already led the ball forward.

When Diouf saw that the side-back here had assisted, leaving such a big gap, let him have a chance to take advantage of, and quickly changed his mind, no longer running back, but waving and shouting: "Stop him, we fight back!"

When Krew Li saw Xiang Tao coming up, he quickly leaned towards the middle, on the one hand attracting the opponent's attention, and on the other hand letting Xiang