Chapter 0

Five-star red flag, you are my pride!

Five-star red flag, I am proud of you!

Cheer for you, bless you,

Your name is more important than my life!

The red flag flutters, the red flag flutters, the soaring ambition flies higher and higher like white clouds.

The red flag flutters, the red flag flutters, the young heart will not grow old!

—Many years later, Sun Nan's song “*” is still the favorite of the older generation of Chinese fans.

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The atmosphere in the Brazilian team's locker room was not relaxed, because the Chinese team was more difficult to deal with than they had imagined.

Pereira reminded his men: "Everyone felt it personally in the first half. The Chinese team is not as weak as some people said before the game. The two teams can be said to be evenly matched in the first half, but they just lack some luck. We must seize the opportunity in the second half and score a goal at the beginning. 2:0 is safer than 1:0."

Kaka listened to the head coach's arrangement of the second half tactics, but his mind was a little wandering. He really wanted to know what the Chinese team's locker room was like at this time, and what Zhang Jun was like.

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"If that ball went in, it would still be a tie! What a pity! Tsk tsk!"

"Yes, yes! We played so well in the first fifteen minutes!"

In the Chinese team's locker room, some players were not satisfied with the score. They felt that they obviously had more opportunities, but they caused the current backward situation because they didn't grasp them.

Zhang Jun did not participate. He sat on the bench, looking down and silent, definitely still regretting that goal post.

Qiu Suhui knocked on the tactical board to quiet everyone down.

"I know you are very dissatisfied with the result of the first half, very unwilling, and feel that it should be a draw at the very least. It is good to have this kind of momentum, but don't be blindly confident, so as to be conceited. You have to see clearly who our opponent is. The Brazilian team is not an opponent that can be defeated by momentum alone. We still need to pay attention to strategy."

Some of the players nodded, because Qiu Suhui was right.

"We will switch to defensive counterattack in the second half. We can't let Brazil play defensive counterattack, that is the most dangerous thing. And seize any set-piece opportunity. We have practiced set-pieces for so long, it can't be wasted. The opening game is very special. No matter how strong the team is, they can't show all their strength in this kind of occasion. On the contrary, we are more motivated as challengers. This is a global live broadcast. Whether we win or draw, we are all heroes. The pressure is always on the other side. We have nothing to worry about. We have a ‘rotten life’ anyway." Qiu Suhui spread his hands and shrugged. The last sentence made everyone laugh, and the serious and depressing atmosphere just now disappeared all of a sudden.

"From now on, remember firmly, not only this game, but all the remaining games in this World Cup should be thought of in this way: We are only participating in the World Cup for the second time. We originally have nothing, so we don't have to worry about losing anything. We can afford to lose more than any other team, but once we win, we qualify for the group, we are heroes! Great heroes! Momentum is not omnipotent, but without momentum, nothing can be done. I hope everyone can maintain this kind of energy in the remaining games. At the same time," Qiu Suhui emphasized, "Don't underestimate any opponent. With our current reputation, strength and status, we are not qualified to underestimate any team."

Some people lowered their heads, probably blushing for the contempt in their hearts in the first half. Qiu Suhui was right, now anyone can look down on them, but they are not qualified to look down on others. Only when they have won glory for Chinese football in the international football arena and have achieved results can they hold their heads high.

Throughout history, the Chinese men's football team has had a very low status in Asia and in the hearts of many people. Many people use scolding them to show their football expertise and to show that they are real fans. Although this approach is not right, this result is also caused by these players themselves. Who told them to be so disappointing for so many years? Now this World Cup, this opening game has given them a chance. Qiu Suhui wants to make them clear:

Respect has to be earned by oneself, not waiting for others to give it.

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The fifteen-minute half-time break was too long for the anxiously waiting fans, but too short for the players. By the time Qiu Suhui finished explaining what needed to be explained, the time was almost up. He waved his hand for the players to go out and prepare to play.

Just as he walked out of the locker room door, Zhang Jun suddenly grabbed Yang Pan and Li Yongle: "I think we should equalize the score as soon as possible, otherwise it will be bad if the Brazilian team widens the score again."

"I think so too, but it's not easy to score a goal." Li Yongle shrugged, "Brazil's defense is not strong, but their offense is strong enough, always suppressing our midfield, unable to give you support in the front." He is the Chinese team's midfield engine, and he has a deep understanding of the situation in the first half. The Chinese team's midfield, which seems to be the strongest among the three lines, has been suppressed by Brazil's frontcourt since the middle of the first half, and has not done much.

Yang Pan nodded to agree with Li Yongle's view. For a period of time in the first half, his attacking midfielder became a full-back.

Zhang Jun didn't think so. He said to the two of them: "I know that we have absolute ball control at least once—when we kick off in the second half." He held out a finger, "Yang Pan, do you remember the first goal we scored in the first game when we played in the high school league?"

Yang Pan was stunned for a moment, and then recalled carefully. He and Zhang Jun have cooperated for so many years, and have played countless games and scored countless goals in those three years of high school. How could he still remember how the first goal was scored? In the end, Li Yongle reminded him: "The first opponent was Zhongxin Heavy Machinery, a strong team at the time..." As Zhang Jun's biggest opponent in his student days, he naturally knew everything about Zhang Jun, and this first goal would not be so easy to forget.

Yang Pan patted his forehead: "I remember! That ball, right? Could it be that you have been thinking about this during the half-time break without saying a word?"

Zhang Jun smiled and said: "Yes, that's what I plan to do."

Li Yongle was a little surprised: "The success rate of doing that is too low, right?" He knew how difficult it was for them to cooperate with that ball, which they had never practiced deliberately.

Zhang Jun patted Li Yongle: "With you, a long-pass pervert, we are already half successful."

Yang Pan thought for a while, and then nodded: "Okay, I think this is worth a try. Even if it doesn't succeed, it can scare them."

Both of them agreed, and Li Yongle naturally had no objection.

The three of them knew how the ball was scored, so naturally they didn't need to get together to discuss it. They just went on the field directly, because they had wasted a lot of time.

They were indeed the last three to appear. The atmosphere in the stadium was as warm as before, making people's blood boil. At the moment Zhang Jun stepped onto the stage, he thought of his father. He had been forcing himself not to think about it, for fear of being distracted. But for some reason, he thought of it at this critical moment.

His father was his enlightenment teacher on his football journey, but after taking him into the palace of football, he didn't get to see the day he really succeeded. Dad, I'm on the World Cup stage now, can you see me?

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Mom was sitting in the empty Luoyang home. She refused all media who came to interview and film at Yao Dao's home. She wanted to watch her son's game quietly with her husband. She sat on the sofa, with her husband's photo on the seat next to her. Watching Zhang Jun and Yang Pan run out of the passage, she turned her head and said to the photo next to her: "The second half is about to begin, Weiguo."

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"I really want to know what countermeasures the Chinese team will take in the second half. After fifteen minutes in the first half, the Brazilian team took a clear advantage. Now the Brazilian team is leading, and they can play however they want. What will the Chinese team do?" During the fifteen-minute half-time break, Wang Jianxiang was making various guesses about the second half like an ordinary fan, and then said it casually when he started working.

He is a football commentator on the one hand, but also a die-hard Chinese fan on the other hand. Now, it is becoming more and more difficult for him to distinguish between these two identities.

The players from both sides stood on the field, preparing to kick off. Wang Jianxiang turned off the microphone, took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and then turned on the microphone again, preparing to start working.

"Good evening, audience friends! We are now at the Allianz Arena in Munich, Germany, broadcasting the opening game of the 2006 Germany World Cup live for you! The two sides in the battle are the defending champion Brazil and the Chinese team. Now the second half of the game between the two sides is about to begin! The Chinese team is 0:1 behind in the first half. Neither side made any personnel adjustments in the second half. The second half will be kicked off by the Chinese team. What kind of start will they bring us?" Wang Jianxiang really thought that the Chinese team played so well in the first fifteen minutes of the first half. It would be great if they could maintain this in the second half.

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Zhang Jun stepped on the football with one foot, looked back at Li Yongle and Yang Pan, and the two winked at him, knowing what to do. Yang Pan is an attacking midfielder, but he stands on the right sideline like a right winger, ready to sprint at any time.

"When the kick-off starts, I will give the ball to you, and you will pass it directly to Li Yongle behind." Zhang Jun ordered Wu Shangshan again. If he didn't explain clearly, it would be a waste of effort if he passed the ball to someone else.

Wu Shangshan nodded without objection.

Merk stood outside the center circle, and then blew the whistle for the kick-off under everyone's gaze.

Zhang Jun took a deep breath, kicked the ball to Wu Shangshan, and then rushed forward directly. At the same time, Yang Pan on the sideline also ran wildly along the sideline towards the baseline at a speed of 100 meters.

Wu Shangshan really passed the ball directly back to Li Yongle, Li Yongle stopped the ball again, and then looked up to find someone.

Qiu Suhui saw the kick-off and returned to his seat to sit down. He was still thinking about what adjustments to make in the second half. His eyes on the field were a little wandering and absent-minded.

Li Yongle clearly judged Yang Pan's route and Zhang Jun's follow-up speed. He knew it was time to act.

Swing the right leg, long pass!

The football flew from the Chinese team's backcourt to the right bottom line of the field.

Due to the problem of the TV broadcast angle, many people think that there are no Chinese players in that place.

"The Chinese team's long pass launches an attack, but it seems to be a bit too strong. Maybe no one can catch this ball."

Even many Chinese fans thought it was over after seeing Li Yongle kick off. Who can catch such a kick? Even if they barely catch the ball, how can they control it? How to cross? The Chinese players are too impatient! They wasted a ball control opportunity in vain!

But as the camera quickly shifted—or rather, as the football shifted, because the camera was moving with the football—they saw a red figure as fast as lightning, a number 7.

"Oh my god! Yang! His speed is so fast that even the camera can't keep up!" The German commentator exclaimed. It's not that he didn't see Yang Pan, he was just surprised that Yang Pan could run so fast.

Just as Yang Pan was desperately chasing the ball, Zhang Jun was also sprinting towards the penalty area in the center. He was a little slower, but the time was absolutely just right.

Li Yongle's long pass was just right. Yang Pan managed to catch up with his full sprint speed. This speed made Carlos admire him—they opened up a position. But what can he do after receiving the ball? How to handle the ball in this high-speed state? Even if he stops the ball, Carlos will force it up.

Yang Pan gritted his teeth, accelerated once again, took two big steps, and then he flew out, swung his right foot out, and crossed directly in the air!

"Direct cross?! Who can keep up..."

Like the German commentator's psychology, many Brazilian fans don't know what Yang Pan is doing. In addition to giving the ball to the Brazilian players, what else can he do?

Dida took a few steps back, preparing to catch the ball, and the central defender Juan in front jumped up reflexively, but not really to head the ball, because he heard Dida shouting behind him: "I'll catch it!"

So he didn't jump up with all his strength at all.

Almost all the Brazilian players did not notice one person, but Kaka noticed him, and he shouted anxiously: "Be careful! There is someone in the middle..." Before he could finish his words, he saw a red number 11 figure suddenly jumping up in a high-speed sprint, gliding in the air with his arms outstretched like a bomber. He jumped higher than Juan, and all the Brazilian defenders were stunned in place, looking at this Chinese team member who almost appeared out of thin air. They all did not expect that anyone could catch this ball.

Dida jumped up, preparing to catch the ball, but the football in his sight suddenly disappeared, replaced by a red shadow and a somewhat blurred number: 11.

Yang Pan's cross was also just right, exactly at the height of the forehead. At that moment, Zhang Jun didn't feel like he was on the World Cup stage. He seemed to have returned to the first year of high school. Captain Su Li's long pass, Yang Pan chased the ball and then crossed directly, and he followed up with a header, and the ball went in. Then there were cheers all around... In that small stadium, the cheers of more than two hundred people sounded like they were at the World Cup.

"Zhang Jun heads the ball! Dida... the ball... the ball went in! The ball went in!! The ball went in!! The ball went in!!! The ball went in!!! The ball went in---!!! This is the first goal in the history of the Chinese team in the World Cup! The ball, the ball went in! A beautiful header! Zhang Jun! The ball went in! Only eight seconds into the second half! The ball went in..." Wang Jianxiang was incoherent, because at this moment he was crying, with tears streaming down his face. He didn't know what he was shouting at all, but he wanted to shout, shout until his voice was hoarse and he couldn't shout anymore.

At that moment, the whole of China was shouting like this when the football hit the net. If you open the window, you will definitely hear someone roaring like Wang Jianxiang in the middle of the night: "The ball went in! The ball went in!!"

Some people even set off firecrackers. They had been prepared for a long time, but they didn't know how long it would take to use them. They didn't expect to light them so quickly now.

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Zhang Jun turned his head and watched the ball hit the net. Did it really go in? He actually scored the first goal for the Chinese team?

Am I dreaming?

Although he planned this attack, he didn't expect it to be so smooth. It wasn't until the deafening cheers from the Allianz Arena brought him back to reality.

Yes, I scored!!

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Qiu Suhui jumped up before he could warm up the leather seat. He was still thinking about how to play when he was 0:1 behind, and the Chinese team equalized the score by themselves. This is simply... a classic raid!

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His teammates surrounded him frantically, hugging him tightly, cheering, screaming, and slapping him hard... They were more united than ever at this moment.

"Hey, Zhang Jun. You are the main striker, so you are the most likely to score the first goal. Tell me, what do you plan to do to celebrate after scoring a goal? This is an action that will be recorded in history!" An Ke asked this question that had nothing to do with him one day when he was very bored.

At that time, Zhang Jun thought for a long time and didn't know how to answer An Ke's question. He rarely deliberately prepared celebration moves. Before scoring a goal, those tricks were all useless.

Some gossipy reporters also asked Zhang Jun the same question, but he refused to answer without thinking. Li Yan also asked him as a friend. Everyone seemed to be looking forward to the Chinese team's first goal in the World Cup in this way.

Now the opportunity has come, but he is dumbfounded and doesn't know what to do.

The crazy celebration ended under the intervention of the referee. Only then did Zhang Jun wake up. He looked at the stands full of red flags, and saw the five-star red flag logo on his chest. He thought he had found the most suitable celebration move.

He grabbed his collar with his right hand, held up the national flag, and then lowered his head and gave the national flag on his chest an affectionate kiss in front of the Chinese fans' stands and in front of countless five-star red flags.

This later became the most classic scene in the memory of countless Chinese fans, together with that beautiful raid, Wang Jianxiang's incoherent but passionate roar, and Sun Nan's song “*”, which will be talked about by Chinese people many years later.

And his action of kissing the national flag after scoring a goal for the national team has almost become the same as the old soldier Shearer's celebration action of raising his hand, and has never been changed.

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The Chinese people's carnival lasted for a long time, because this was the Chinese team's first goal in the World Cup, and it was scored against Brazil's goal. The feeling was different. We scored a goal against the world champion! Even the Chinese reporters behind the billboards jumped up one by one and cheered with their hands raised. Some reporters even forgot their jobs and only cared about cheering, but didn't take pictures.

Su Fei also wanted to cheer at the first time, but Zhang Jun was celebrating almost in front of her. Her camera captured Zhang Jun's figure. Unlike others, she pressed the shutter reflexively.

Zhang Jun's cheering, Zhang Jun's roar, Zhang Jun's smile, and Zhang Jun bowing his head to kiss the national flag, she recorded them all on the film. In addition to the photos she gave to the newspaper, she also wanted to keep a copy for her and Zhang Jun. They would sit together and slowly look at them in the future. This is the Chinese team's first goal in the history of the World Cup!

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Scoring a goal is a good thing, and cheering is justified, but for the players who are playing the game, the fans' carnival will more or less affect their emotions. They are also secretly pleased in their hearts, because they have broken Brazil's goal.

The players on the field relaxed, and Qiu Suhui on the sidelines was anxious. The Brazilian team was scored by the Chinese team, which can only arouse their anger and fighting spirit. Relaxing at this time is tantamount to courting death.

He stood on the sidelines and shouted loudly into the field: "Tighten up! Do you want to die! Mark people! Mark people! Someone is missing! Li Yi!"

Qiu Suhui was anxious, and An Ke was also anxious. Because after his teammates relaxed, the most unlucky one was him. It's not a good feeling to worry about the goal behind him at any time.

Brazil launched a long pass counterattack, directly hitting the Chinese team behind them, and it landed in the penalty area. Fortunately, An Ke reacted in time and quickly attacked. It was Ronaldo one-on-one with him again, but this time An Ke didn't let Ronaldo score. At the moment Ronaldo shot, he fell to the ground and rubbed the ball with his crotch, and the football flew out against the post.

This goal didn't go in, but it also scared many Chinese fans so much that their hearts almost stopped beating.

An Ke jumped up from the ground and waved his fists at his teammates: "Mark people! Defend! What are you thinking about? Someone is missing again! How many more chances do you want to give the Brazilian team!!"

He pushed Li Suisheng, who was standing in front of him in a daze, and pushed him forward: "What are you doing in a daze? Defend! Mark people! The opponent has a corner kick!"

Only then did the Chinese team rush to arrange the corner kick defense in a panic. Just now, not only the Chinese fans, but they themselves were also scared, and now they have to be thankful for An Ke's performance, so they didn't dare to talk back after being scolded by him. After all, An Ke was their savior just now.

Sometimes, the coach's reminder off the field is not as effective as the goalkeeper's scolding on the field.

The corner kick was taken, and An Ke directly pushed away Zheng Jun, who was blocking in front of him and had a poor position, and then jumped out and directly confiscated the ball high up.

He still didn't stop talking. "Don't relax! It's only a tie now! Defend! Pay attention to defense!" He shouted at his teammates while holding the football in his arms. "The central defenders and defensive midfielders should pay attention to the level of defense! The opponent is the Brazilian team! Li Yongle, you should put more energy on Kaka! He is the core of Brazil's midfield!"

Li Yongle nodded. Kaka's passing is becoming more and more threatening, and it is no longer the same as when he was in high school.

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Pereira looked at his watch. The second half had been going on for almost ten minutes, and the Chinese team had obviously strengthened their defense after scoring a goal. Their number 10 went up to participate in the attack less and less often, but instead stared at Kaka. He felt it was necessary to make some adjustments.

"Let Adriano come back, I think he should be warmed up." He said to the assistant coach.

Kaka received the ball with his back to Li Yongle in the midfield. He directly knocked the ball back, and then turned around sharply, and used his sprinting speed to poke the ball to the side again. He completely avoided Li Yongle's back tackle. This was a very beautiful move, and Li Yongle had no choice. He has never played in the Milan derby with Kaka. To be precise, he has never played against Kaka since graduating from high school. Although he has never played with him, he knows that it is a bit difficult for him to successfully defend Kaka with his current strength.

After all, when he was still a college student, Kaka had already won the World Cup; when he participated in the Olympic Games, Kaka had already had a very successful season in Serie A and won the titles of Best Newcomer, Best Foreign Player, and Best Player; when he was burying his head in hard training in the Inter Milan youth team, Kaka was already an indispensable core player in AC Milan.

These are all the gaps he cannot overcome at present.

After Kaka got rid of Li Yongle, he dribbled the ball horizontally, while Ronaldo and Ronaldinho were interchanging positions in front, disrupting the Chinese team's defense. The Chinese team's defenders all thought that Kaka would send out that kind of deadly pass to the strikers, so the four defenders moved closer to the center.

This is a normal defensive choice.

But Kaka did not pass the ball to the center. He rubbed the ball with the outside of his right foot while running, and the football flew up, drawing an arc, and once again landed behind the Chinese team's players. This time, the one who rushed up to receive the ball was not Ronaldo, nor Ronaldinho, nor Ze Roberto, let alone Juninho, but the left back Roberto Carlos!

Just now, the Chinese players saw that even Ze Roberto was leaning towards the center, and thought that Brazil would attack the center strongly, but they didn't expect that this was just an illusion, just to provide Carlos with enough sprinting space.

Sure enough, Carlos inserted at high speed, and he stretched his foot to stop the ball. This position was the best choice for direct shooting, because there were no Chinese players within five meters of him except for An Ke.

For An Ke, this was a very dangerous situation, but he was very calm. He didn't attack like the previous two times, but chose to guard the goal and block the near corner. The rest... depended on whether the ball was faster or his reaction was faster.

Comparing the reaction speed with Carlos's shot with the fastest speed of 149 kilometers per hour, I am afraid that only a person like An Ke who "overestimates himself" would do it.

Carlos swung his left foot, but it was not a shot, but a powerful sweep! Cross! The football was kicked to the center by his thick left leg, flat and fast. Anyone who accidentally touched it could score a goal, whether it was Brazil scoring a goal or the Chinese team scoring an own goal.

In short, this is a very insidious trick, and it is also Carlos's usual way of crossing.

Almost at the moment Carlos kicked the football, An Ke also turned around and pounced. He seemed to know in advance that Carlos would cross, and did not wait for the football to be kicked before making a move, but acted almost at the same time as Carlos. He didn't care whether anyone could poke the ball or which direction it would be poked in. Anyway, he pounced out. The rest... let God decide.

Zheng Jun didn't dare to stretch his foot, and Li Suisheng didn't dare to stretch his foot either. Both were based on the fear of scoring an own goal. Xiang Tao did stretch his foot, but he didn't reach it. Ronaldinho appeared behind him and shot!

This shot was very tricky. An Ke pounced to the right, but he shot to the left, just wanting to give An Ke a time difference and make him helpless.

This time, maybe God really stood behind An Ke. An Ke's body had passed, but the toe of his left foot, which was dragging behind, blocked the football. Ronaldinho's shot had enough power and speed, and he wanted to catch An Ke off guard, but he didn't want this to perfectly fulfill An Ke's incredible save. The football hit his toe hard, and then was lifted up by his own strength, drawing a strange arc, just over the crossbar and landing on the net above the goal.

The Chinese team escaped another disaster!

When Ronaldinho pushed the football towards the goal, the Brazilian commentators had already started shouting "goAL", while the Chinese fans' hearts stopped beating again. In the end, the Brazilians were disappointed, while the Chinese were still afraid. This kind of jumpy and jerky thing will really scare people to death.

It was another corner kick. Before this corner kick, the Brazilian team finally made a substitution. Qiu Suhui watched Pereira hold Adriano and explain for a long time before patting him on the shoulder and letting him play. He didn't know what Pereira was planning at all. There are 10,000 possibilities for these players on his field.

Adriano tucked his jersey into his shorts, high-fived Juninho, who was replaced by him, and then rushed onto the field. He replaced Juninho, playing as a striker and partnering with Ronaldo. Ronaldinho returned to the position of attacking midfielder, while Kaka went to the right to play as a right winger. Doing so strengthened the striker's attacking power, but weakened Kaka's ability.

But there was no way. When there is a genius attacking midfielder like Ronaldinho in the team, Kaka has to make some sacrifices if he wants to start.

For the Chinese team, Kaka's move to the right did not make their days any easier. Because Ronaldinho is far more experienced and powerful than Kaka. At this time, Pereira's intention to bring on Adriano was obviously to attack strongly. Being tied by the Chinese team is an unacceptable reality in the eyes of many Brazilians.

Adriano's impact is even greater than Ronaldo's. Qiu Suhui is now even more worried about how long the Chinese team's defense line can last.

"The Brazilian team finally made a substitution in the fourteenth minute of the second half, while the Chinese team has not made any adjustments. Although the Chinese team has equalized the score, their situation is not optimistic. After relaxing, they were seized by the Brazilian team to threaten their goal one after another, and they are still in a passive position."

It's not that Qiu Suhui doesn't want to make a substitution, it's just that he can't play any good cards. The Chinese team is not like Brazil, where even the substitutes on the bench are stars like Adriano, Robinho, and Diego. What does the Chinese team have?

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The excitement and excitement after scoring a goal quickly disappeared from Zhang Jun's body. He is no longer the child who would be excited until tomorrow after scoring the first goal in the Eredivisie.

Next, of course, was another period of depression for him. Who made the Brazilian team so strong? Seeing that Yang Pan was almost a defensive midfielder, he was also anxious, but there was really not much he could do to help. On the one hand, his own defense was poor, and on the other hand, Qiu Suhui resolutely did not allow him to return to defense, which would waste the counterattack efficiency too much.

As long as he has the ball, he can make the Brazilian team worry. Zhang Jun has this confidence. Since he scored a goal against the Brazilian team, he has realized that Brazil is not as scary as people say. Maybe this is the result of breaking through the window paper.

Unfortunately, the ball is always wandering in the Chinese team's half, and he can't use his strength.

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Even if Kaka goes to the right, he is still very active. Facing Xiang Tao's fierce defense, he first used a fake buckle to trick Xiang Tao into losing his center of gravity, and then flicked the football towards the bottom line. Xiang Tao quickly followed up. Just as his legs were striding, Kaka seized the opportunity and knocked the football between his legs, nutmegging him! At the same time, he started quickly and surpassed Xiang Tao. It was impossible for Xiang Tao to turn around and chase again. He could only reach out to grab Kaka's clothes. He was not in the penalty area yet, so it was okay to foul. But he still underestimated Kaka's starting speed. Even if his body was parallel to the ground and he tried his best to stretch out his hand, he still did not catch Kaka. He did not catch anything, and Kaka broke through!

Then Kaka crossed, Adriano easily grabbed the point, and he shook his head to head the ball towards the goal. An Ke jumped up in place, pounced to the side, and firmly caught the incoming ball in his hand, without giving the Brazilian team any chance.

"Attack! We need to attack!" An Ke threw the ball to Li Yongle, hoping that he would organize the Chinese team's attack.

Li Yongle passed the ball to Ke Lu, and Ke Lu directly dribbled the ball forward. His excellent skills made up for his lack of speed. He used good ball control to entangle with Emerson, while waiting for Zhang Jun to run into position.

First a buckle, tricked Emerson for a moment, and then took advantage of his turn to pounce back to pull the football backwards, and used his heel to knock to the other side. When Emerson turned around, he realized that the ball was on the other side again, and he turned around in vain.

"Amazing! Chinese player with Brazilian skills! He is playing Emerson around!"

Even the Brazilian commentators are wondering if this Ke Lu Li has Brazilian blood.

Before Emerson could react, Ke Lu poked the ball forward, and passed it straight to Zhang Jun, who had run into position.

Zhang Jun caught the ball while running, and he will face Brazil's center back Lucio.

Lucio is an unstable center back, and often makes some low-level mistakes. But once he is in good condition, not only can he break through on his own and capture cities and seize fortresses in attack, but he is also like a sea-stabilizing needle in defense.

After being scored a goal by Zhang Jun in front of him, Lucio has been unwilling, and now that the opportunity has come, he will naturally not let Zhang Jun go.

Zhang Jun dribbled the ball, accelerated, and surpassed Lucio. It seemed that Lucio was thrown off, but in fact he just stuck to him and ran with Zhang Jun, waiting for the best opportunity.

Zhang Jun quickly realized that he could not accelerate, because Lucio was stuck to him, and the running frequency was exactly the opposite. When he took his left leg, Lucio took his right leg. The two people's left and right legs would always hit each other, and he could not run at all!

This made him very, very uncomfortable. If a striker can't run during a counterattack, the threat will be reduced by half.

Helpless, he had to choose to stop suddenly, shake off the space, and then pass it to Wu Shangshan on the other side, who was temporarily unguarded. But as soon as Wu Shangshan received the ball, Brazil's Juan and Carlos forced it up together, and the ball was hit high under the interference of the two. The Chinese team's counterattack ended in failure.

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Su Fei was working intently, capturing every exciting moment. She is different from those reporters who capture actions, she is more focused on capturing the characters' expressions, and expressing their inner world through expressions.

Maybe this is a woman's perspective. It was also a coincidence after Zhang Jun scored the goal. He happened to be not far in front of her camera when he was celebrating, so she naturally wouldn't let it go. She took half a roll of film with a click, almost all close-ups of his face or close-ups of his upper body.

Now she can see through the lens how sorry Zhang Jun is after Wu Shangshan shoots it high. Although he is still waving his hand to comfort the frustrated Wu Shangshan, it can be seen from the head he raised when Wu Shangshan shot it high.

Now it is 1:1, but Su Fei knows that the Chinese team is actually very difficult. She does not expect the Chinese team to win, but she really hopes that the Chinese team can maintain this score until the end of the game.

But has she ever thought that for such a Chinese team, even if they force a tie with Brazil, it is still an upset and a luxury.

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Li Yan put a laptop in front of him. It's the World Cup, and his interview equipment has also been upgraded. He is not glancing at the field, but his fingers are tapping on the keyboard.

"...From the game that has been going on for more than sixty minutes, the Chinese team has shown a certain strength, but facing the powerful Brazil, this strength does not seem to be enough to pose much of a threat to them. Now they are once again being pressed by Brazil, and it seems that they can't even keep the tie. But what I want to say is that no matter the result is a loss or a tie, Qiu Suhui has let us see a promising team. From fighting in the team more than a week ago to now being tied with the Brazilian team in the score, I think the Chinese team has crossed this threshold. As for what kind of performance they will have in the future, it is too early to draw any conclusions now..."

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Qiu Suhui looked at his watch. There are still more than twenty minutes before the end of the game. He decided to give up this game. From the current situation, the Chinese team will not lose too badly even if they lose. And from a strategic point of view, he does not need to fight Brazil to the end, after all, the games with the other two opponents in the group are the key. The game with the Brazilian team is just to let these kids find confidence. Even if