"Captain Ma, what does Xiao Wanger's gesture mean?"
In the first minute of the game, Wang Ai was kicked on the inner thigh by the opponent's midfielder and fell down. After getting up, he showed a strange gesture to Chen Tao, Bai Guanghai and others beside him: his arms were placed horizontally on his abdomen, he made a fist, and stretched out a hand.
A little finger.
Ma Mingyu was completely confused: "I can't explain this clearly, maybe it's unconscious."
"Really?" Liu Jianhong instinctively didn't believe it, especially he didn't believe that Wang Ai would do something meaningless, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he turned to said: "Okay, the next game will go on, and the midfielder will take a quick free kick.
It came out, eh, it was intercepted. On the wing, Zhao Xuri fought repeatedly with the opponent's players and fell down together. Let's see whose throw-in was from the Chinese team. Guo Liang threw the ball, okay!
Chen Tao escaped beautifully, hold on, hold on, very good."
Seeing that Liu Jianhong was eloquent, Lao Ma simply put his arms on the commentary table and concentrated on analyzing the game. He only occasionally interjected when Liu Jianhong said he was tired. Five minutes into the game, he suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was quite different from the previous one.
Because of the similarity, although the Chilean team was physically better and more courageous than the Spanish team, and the Chinese team was also embarrassed and kept being knocked down, the two sides still concentrated in the midfield to fight.
Most of the time, the Chinese team played the role of the offensive one, although they did not really launch a powerful attack, according to the situation; most of the time, the Chilean team played the role of the defensive and destructive one. Although they looked aggressive, they fell into strategic passivity.
The opponents in the two games were different, but the game scenes, especially the deep-level things, were so similar that it couldn't help but arouse Lao Ma's deep thoughts. The Chinese team's participation in this World Cup seemed unusual from the beginning. It first called out a surprising goal.
Then he made huge tactical innovations and even drew with Spain. All of this made Lao Ma vaguely feel that there was something, as if he was really about to mature.
Combined with the fragments of rumors he heard from football insiders, Lao Ma increasingly felt that after today's game, he was going to visit the Chinese team's base.
Ten minutes after the opening, both on and off the court, the guest fans gradually felt confident. As Gao Hongbo on the sidelines turned around and returned to the coaching bench to sit down, he became clearer.
"Captain Ma, Director Gao didn't stand from the beginning to the end this time. Did you know that?"
"It should be that the competition is relatively easy." Ma Mingyu did not embolden Gao Hongbo and shouted nonsense.
Liu Jianhong didn't even ask. How could it be considered easy when everyone was knocked off his feet? So he continued to explain the game. The Chinese team in white jerseys still organized in the midfield and calmly dealt with the impact of the brave Chilean team.
, football has always centered on the center circle, "oscillating" back and forth. Even if it occasionally breaks through this range, it is quickly destroyed by the Chilean team in bright red jerseys.
This kind of stalemate was hardly beautiful until the 15th minute of the game. After Wang Ai was knocked down again and stood up, he showed the second mysterious gesture. He still held his fist horizontally towards the teammates in front of him.
On the abdomen, this time the middle finger is extended.
Several teammates just looked at each other and left without even saying a word.
Liu Jianhong couldn't hold back his curiosity and said excitedly to Lao Ma: "Captain Ma, can't it be unconscious this time? What does this mean? You are the former captain of the national team, and you also led Xiao Wang'er
, tell everyone, does our national team really have a set of secret words?"
"No, no." Ma Mingyu said with a smile: "Absolutely not. We are not soldiers, and there is no need for secret words. At most, we only have some secret codes, such as some simple words and so on."
"Then what do you think he means?"
"I can't guess, but I can probably understand his intention. It may be because the stadium is too noisy, so they agreed on some gestures to control the game. There is a difference between the previous one and this one, which shows that the Chinese team will change next.
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Before Lao Ma finished speaking, a change came for the Chinese team. The bald Bai Guanghai, who had been wandering outside the Chilean team's penalty area for the past ten minutes, received Zhou Haibin's cross pass. According to "custom", he should turn around and pass it to Gao Lin, or knock it on the ball.
Chen Tao assisted Chen Tao, but this time, he chose a personal breakthrough!
In the South American football world, the Chilean team is similar to the Argentine team. They have good personal skills, good physical fitness, and different personal thinking. The rapid cooperation of three or two people is a great threat. However, the tactical awareness is poor, the overall formation is relatively loose, and the defense is relatively weak.
random.
If the first foul against Wang Ai was due to the rough style of the South American team, then the second time was a sign of the opponent's reduced body control.
As a result, the changes in the Chinese team were reflected in Bai Guanghai. Instead of passing the ball to both sides, he ran straight into the 6 or 7 wide gap between the opponent's two midfielders, and immediately appeared in the penalty kick.
In the area, he appeared in front of the opponent's two central defenders.
Only then did the Chilean team's midfielders and backfielders realize that this big bald head was actually the Chinese team's second shooter after "His Majesty the Emperor", so they rushed towards him nervously.
Lao Bai gestured for a personal shot. After teasing the opponent's enthusiasm, he pushed with his foot while moving... Gao Lin appeared behind the opponent's defense!
While moving quickly, he pushed his foot to meet the incoming ball, and the ball headed straight for the near post.
Liu Jianhong's cheers nearly burst out of his mouth, but unfortunately he was hugged by the Chilean team's goalkeeper at the last moment.
So the words that came out of my mouth changed from "Come in, come in" to "What a wonderful cooperation!"
But even so, the Chinese team, which had been "silent" for a quarter of an hour, finally showed its fangs, and its sudden offensive organization still made the fans very happy.
Ma Mingyu’s comment after Liu Jianhong’s cheers brought this long-standing sense of breakthrough to a climax: “If you don’t move, it’s enough, if you move like thunder!”
Gao Lin, who missed the opportunity, subconsciously turned around to look at his boss and found Wang Ai looking at him with a smile on his face and nodded, feeling relieved. When Wang Ai left Tübingen, he videotaped his training and his training experience.
Even the training equipment was left to him. He never dared to ask why. He was only in the second phase of the 84 National Youth League, and later on, he was a substitute. But he understood that this was called "high hopes", even if the boss never said it clearly.
But what do I wish for you?
The Chinese team's play became aggressive after Gao Lin's shot. Wang Ai's position was also mentioned in front of the center circle. Shen was on the Chinese team's second line, sometimes powerfully blocking the Chilean team's counterattacks, and sometimes dispatching the ball from left to right to control the Chinese team.
The direction of the attack is directed, and sometimes he goes forward to assist his teammates and serves as a transfer station.
In front of him, the Chinese team's offense became colorful!
This chapter has been completed!