Section 302: Olive Corolla: Iron Locks Cross the River and Chong Jinfan (2)

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 The Chinese team's lineup has not changed much in this game, with forward Zhang Yuning, left back Yan Song, right back Qu Bo, double front midfielders Shao Jiayi and Wang Ai, double back midfielders Zheng Zhi and Xu Liang, and three central defenders Duwei, Zhang Yaokun, and Zhang Baofeng. The only one

The biggest change is that Wang Ai starts the game.

This is a major adjustment for the National Olympics. As we all know, Wang Ai’s physical fitness is not enough to complete the entire high-confrontation game due to his age. He is about the same as Rui Costa, a 70-minute man. Therefore, the national champion

Normally, Wang Ai comes on as a substitute in the second half. However, Lao Shen was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic today and lost in the first game.

Whether it's life or death, just watch the first seventy minutes, or even just the first half!

Lao Shen's explanation to Wang Ai before the game was: "The Italian team has tight defense, average attack, and good physical fitness. If we can fight them to overtime, a penalty shootout is of course the best. But our defenders are against Italy

The players are very unfamiliar, and it is not easy to hold on for 90 minutes. So, score goals and try your best. This is the number one task I give you! If you can score, we will be able to defend with peace of mind and survive until the penalty shootout.

"

In addition to explaining to Wang Ai, he also specifically found Zheng Zhi, the captain of the national team. Looking at the video of the Italian match played on TV, he clicked on Pirlo: "I heard that you are going to Tubingen next season. That's a good idea."

Place, take it slow and learn. After a year and a half, Xiao Zheng, you will also appear in the top leagues of the five major leagues. Now I give you this number one task, keep an eye on Pirlo! You can find him later

Xiao Wang asked Pirlo about his technical characteristics. Physically, you are better than him, but in terms of experience, technology, and consciousness, we can only rely on our asymmetric advantages. Xiao Wang knows him, but he doesn’t know you."

Zheng Zhi nodded seriously: "I will try my best."

"Don't forget, this is the Olympics. This is also a platform for countless European teams to observe and introduce players. If you can show your advantage in the confrontation with Pirlo, I dare say that your future will be very smooth. So,

Work hard, work hard, Xiao Zheng! This is the strongest opponent you have encountered in more than 20 years, and it is also the best opportunity to perform."

Zheng Zhi was so excited that before leaving, he suddenly bowed to Shen Xiangfu.

Lao Shen said similar words to almost every team member, and of course issued no less than five "number one tasks."

At the beginning, under the command of Pirlo, the Italian team's formation was balanced in the front and back, but it was extremely active in the frontcourt. On the contrary, the Chinese team defended vigorously. In the frontcourt, apart from Zhang Yuning, there was only Wang Ai near the center circle.

Wang Ai was not in a hurry to attack. The Italian defenders on the opposite side were relatively unfamiliar. Of course, they could not compare with AC Milan's Maldini and Nesta's defense. However, the Chinese team's comprehensive retreat strategy also made him inevitable in the attack.

There is lack of sufficient support, so he needs to observe the characteristics of these defenders through personal experience based on pre-match understanding.

Ten minutes later, Wang Ai had almost finished observing, and at the same time, his body was feeling full. He secretly made gestures to Qu Bo, Shao Jiayi, Zhang Yuning and others, indicating that the attack could be strengthened. He would try to make a personal breakthrough and strike hard.

Already.

The teammates were in sync with each other and were ready for a sudden counterattack.

At the same time, Zheng Zhi was in trouble. Although Wang Ai had explained his understanding of Pirlo in detail before the game, however, even with Wang Ai's flexibility and technical sophistication, he could only use it during the attack.

It was a tie with the defensive Pirlo. Once Pirlo attacked, especially when he was particularly motivated, Zheng Zhi was frequently teased and looked very embarrassed. Many times, he relied on Xu Liang's defense to save the day.

But Zheng Zhi is like this, and all the defensive players are worried. It would be impossible to replace them. This is the most intuitive gap between the top in China and the top in the world. Fortunately, Pirlo played as a forward in this game, and there was no specific target.

In Zheng Zhi's defensive midfield position, the Chinese team also has Dewey and Zhang Yaokun to share Zheng Zhi's pressure.

The evening breeze blew the few hairs on Lao Shen's forehead. He put his hands in his pockets and stood nervously on the edge of the court. The "mud" created by the Chinese team in the backcourt was obviously not enough to contain the Italian team, which was getting better and better. Pirlo didn't know

He took the wrong medicine and kicked with such wild confidence that even two or three people couldn't stop him.

He couldn't help but look at the Chinese team's frontcourt, Xiao Wang...

The game lasted 13 minutes, and the Chinese team had not yet had a shot, while the Italian team had already had three shots.

As if feeling the anxious mood of his mentor, Yan Song, the left midfielder close to the bench, jumped up hard, grabbed Zhang Baofeng's big foot to clear the ball, and then turned around and broke through. Bovo of the Italian team quickly moved back to block.

Yan Song made several fake moves near the sideline, but unfortunately his fake moves were not fast and in the end he only managed to get half of his body out of the way.

He saw Shao Jiayi entangled with Palumbo in the middle, Zhang Yuning retreating to meet him, Qu Bo getting ready to go in the distance, and behind Shao Jiayi and Palumbo, staring intently.

With his Wang Ai.

Yan Song gritted his teeth and charged towards Bo Wo. Taking advantage of the gap of only half a body, the two bodies collided heavily. Yan Song's expression was painful. Regardless of the overall center of gravity of the body, he forcibly controlled the left

With his legs, he gave a very high-quality diagonal pass, which hit behind Moretti and Ferrari.

Then, Yan Song fell on his back outside the sideline, right at the feet of Lao Shen.

Zhang Yuning immediately turned around, Shao Jiayi also tried hard to push Palumbo away, and Qu Bo on the other side pushed past Del Nero and tried to catch the ball. Moretti and Ferrari, the two central defenders, turned around while turning around, but right before them

When he was about to successfully resolve the ball, another player in white rushed out from the side of Shao Jia, who was constantly being pulled by his jersey.

His speed was like lightning, and he rushed forward. Palumbo realized that something was wrong and tried to give up Shao Jiayi. This time, Shao Jiayi refused to let him go. The two of them grabbed each other's jerseys and shook their arms, but neither one could run.

Ferrari turned around and spotted Wang Ai's sprinting figure, and subconsciously slowed down. At this time, the football was still between him and Moretti.

Wang Ai ran over. He noticed Yan Song's painful expression after he fell, noticed the ferocity on Shao Jiayi's face, and noticed Zhang Yuning charging forward with staggering steps. He used all his strength to attack Ferrari.

At the moment when the two came into contact, Ferrari suddenly moved to his right, and joined forces with Moretti, who was half-turned, to block Wang Ai's assault route, and used a "closed door" to knock down the Chinese team's prodigy.

Unexpectedly, while running, Wang Ai made a fake move without the ball, tricking Ferrari into closing the door. However, he made a slight turn from the other side and broke through Italy's steel defense line!


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