Faced with Kuyint's quick pursuit, Mao Jianqing, who got the ball near the baseline, was extremely decisive. He completely ignored Kuyint's horizontal intrusion and charged towards the near post with the ball.
Xiaomao, who lowered his head, kept a straight face, and gritted his teeth, put all his energy into this explosion. With the help of the boss's constant pulling in the crowd in front, the small gap in front of him was extremely precious.
After all, Kuyint's cross was unable to intercept Mao Jianqing, who was running with all his strength, allowing him to approach the near post. Goalkeeper Romero had no choice but to abandon the extremely intimidating super giant and move to block it.
In the eyes of 99% of onlookers, Xiao Mao was about to pass the ball. It was nothing more than what kind of ball it was and when. Even Romero was on guard against this move. His position was vaguely between Xiao Mao and Wang Ai.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Mao was determined today. He was concentrating and suddenly noticed the small gap between Romero and the near post. He also noticed that Romero was distracted by the boss not far away, so he
Aim at the gap and shoot suddenly while running.
Right from Romero's feet, Romero eagerly raised his leg to sweep the ball, but the football hit the outside of his foot and bounced behind him.
With the sudden explosion in the stands, he knew that the ball had been scored.
Xiao Mao, who was standing there, seemed to have not recovered from the concentrated attack. It was not until he saw the tall boss running towards him with open arms and the ring on the boss's finger shining brightly that he turned around and ran away with a scream.
Toward the stands.
In the 26th minute of the first half, the Chinese team took its second shot, scored by forward Mao Jianqing!
On the sidelines, behind Lao Gao, who stood like a stick, was a jubilant crowd. He just smiled and turned back to his seat.
"How did you guess it?" Huang Xin asked excitedly, holding Xu Qinglian's hand.
"I am a burden. In order to prevent me from causing trouble for you..." Xu Qinglian said slyly: "So I studied strategic issues and gave myself a head start."
Huang Xin let go and moved back: "Dual-core?"
Xu Qinglian tasted it and suddenly laughed.
Tang Mudan looked at the two of them happily from behind. What she was most worried about was not Xu Qinglian's physical condition but her psychological problems. Xu Qinglian's personality changed during the entire pregnancy.
How could Tang Mudan not see it? She was afraid that Xu Qinglian would have trouble with Wang Ai because of this, and they would run away for another three years, which would really end her life.
While thinking about it, Tang Mudan saw with a cold eye that the fans across the aisle were looking this way. Looking back, she also noticed a lot of focused eyes. Then she turned back and found that the brim of Xu Qinglian's hat had been blown away by the wind at some point.
Her face was revealed.
"Oops!" Tang Mudan quickly leaned forward to remind.
Xu Qinglian exclaimed and reached out to pull down the brim of her hat, but it was already too late because almost everyone had a smartphone.
"It's over, it's over, I'm going to get scolded when I go home." Xu Qinglian pulled the brim of her hat and looked downcast.
"The ban is not too strict, isn't it? Didn't we discuss it with you?" Huang Xin comforted.
"That's because I promise to be in the hotel..." Xu Qinglian pitifully asked for comfort.
"Ah? That's not true. I'm going to be unlucky too?" Huang Xin made a fuss.
Several women were discussing how to write a self-reflection in the stands, and the competition between the two sides had become intense. Although they could not defeat Wang Ai, the Dutch team still had enough tactical space. After conceding a goal first, they accelerated their attack frequency.
The Chinese team, which has always liked to play on the offensive, started to play steadily. Even after halftime, many people cooperated, passing the ball back and forth to look for opportunities. However, the offensive situation was already established, and the emotions of the fans on both sides in the stands were also aroused.
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In the 33rd minute of the game, Robben launched his signature inward shot. The ball went out, but was pushed out by the head of Zheng Zhi. In the 39th minute of the game, Qu Bo was knocked down in frontcourt assault, and Wang Ai came up.
The former taker took a direct free kick, which went straight into the blind corner, but was unexpectedly saved by Romero.
At this time, both sides slowed down and tried to cooperate to see if there was any chance, but they could not change the score until the midfield whistle. Lao Gao made new tactical adjustments in the locker room, but it was not as expected by ordinary people.
Different from the solid defense, Lao Gao requires the Chinese team to strengthen the coordination of passing and receiving, and improve the efficiency of ball transfer.
Old Tang, who has worked side by side for many years and has a deep understanding of Lao Gao, then explained in detail: "The Dutch team consumed a lot of physical energy in the frontcourt in the first half. If they insist on pressing high in the second half, then we will use our tacit understanding to increase their consumption.
As a result, they gradually lose the ability to break our goal. If they give up the high press in the frontcourt, we will use a pass to their backcourt to mobilize them and wear them down. Even if everything fails, the ball is in our hands.
Our feet can delay time."
After Old Tang finished speaking, Old Gao spoke again: "Wang Ai, you did well in the attack in the first half. Use your deterrence more to help your teammates open up space. Is your physical condition good enough, Qu Bo?"
"Let me hold on for another 20 minutes and see. If we can exhaust each other's physical energy a little more, then whoever comes up after me will have a much greater chance." Qu Bo took the initiative to apply.
Lao Gao thought for a while and nodded, then looked at everyone: "Who has any ideas? No? Then take a rest."
After saying that, Lao Gao turned around and led the coaches out of the locker room with a roar, providing the players with a short period of peace and space to speak freely. The court was really too noisy.
After a while, the noisy stadium became tidy again, and the players from both sides reappeared to exchange venues. This time it was the Chinese team's turn to kick off.
Mao Jianqing, the hero of the goal, stepped on the ball with his mouth pursed and glanced left and right, waiting for the whistle. Qu Bo, who was nearby, also had a pursed mouth and glanced around. When the whistle sounded, he pushed back the football pushed by Mao Jianqing.
The pass was passed to Chen Tao, who then passed it back to Wang Ai. Wang Ai didn't wait for Van Persie to get close and passed it diagonally to Zhou Haibin. Zhou Haibin simply hit Zheng Zhi back. Zheng Zhi then passed the ball across to Feng Xiaoting. Feng Xiaoting simply passed the ball back to goalkeeper Zeng Cheng.
This series of passes is all one pass, so fast it is dizzying.
Ordinary fans didn't think much of it yet, but Sun Jihai was excited again during the live broadcast: "Beautiful, beautiful!"
He Wei didn't know why: "It's true that the pass back just now was very wise. Let Van Persie run long distances in vain."
Lao Sun curled his lips after hearing this. Fortunately, he knew that this was a live broadcast and did not reveal He Wei's pretentiousness. However, after waiting, he found that there was still a very simple and accurate pass on the field. The football was thrown hard into the carton.
The bouncing ball made the Dutch players rush back and forth again and again, but they couldn't even touch the ball, so they couldn't help it.
This chapter has been completed!