While a Chinese player was injured and fell to the ground, Wang Ai stood on the sidelines and shouted directly into the court: "Lao Zhou, Lao Zhao, Lao Chen, come here!"
Zhou Haibin, Zhao Xuri, and Chen Tao walked over with raised eyebrows, sweat dripping from their heads, and they were panting non-stop. They were already so exhausted after only twenty minutes of the game. How much psychological pressure could they have to be like this?
Tired? You must know that Zhou Haibin is very physically fit.
Wang Ai bent down to pick up two bottles of mineral water and unscrewed them. The three of them stretched out their hands to take them, but Wang Ai stood on tiptoe and held their heads and poured water on them one by one from head to toe.
"Calm down, calm down!" Wang Ai said to the stunned three people: "You three are the core of the team, the front, middle and back lines. Don't panic, don't be anxious. It's only 20 minutes, there are still 70 minutes left! You're anxious.
, what should the whole team do? Everyone is in chaos, how can we win?"
"Old Zhou, you are the core of the backcourt, the big gate. You are in a panic. How to organize the defense in the backcourt? Lao Chen, Cao Di in the frontcourt is waiting for you to feed the ball. You are in a hurry and your movements are deformed.
, can we have a good ball? Zhao, you are a strong midfielder. What if you kick someone in a hurry and make a foul? If we are sent off, we will be dead!"
Gao Hongbo, who had just finished taking care of the injured and found that nothing was wrong, turned around and saw the three main players of the national team, who were 1.7 meters tall, being grabbed by the collar by the 1.4 meter substitute Wang Ai and violently sprayed on the sidelines.
Just at this time, the referee blew the whistle. Wang Ai turned around and gave Lao Gao a smile: "It's okay, I'll say a few more words."
Before Lao Gao could say anything, Wang Ai smiled at the three "berserkers" who had calmed down and said: "The match has started. Play with confidence and play calmly. Don't forget, there is me. What are you afraid of? What's the rush?"
No matter how much you lose, I will kick you back!"
Zhao Xuri patted Wang Ai on the shoulder and said with his big teeth: "You're just bragging!"
Chen Tao nodded to Wang Ai: "I understand, don't worry."
Zhou Haibin nodded and turned around to leave. When he reached the venue, he suddenly turned back and gave Wang Ai a thumbs up.
The two laughed silently, and Lao Gao looked puzzled.
The three returned to the court and began to explain to the players near their positions, spreading Wang Ai's wisdom buff, and the situation on the court quickly stabilized.
Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down. Lao Gao also sat down next to him. After watching the game for a while, he suddenly asked: "What did you just say?"
Wang Ai chuckled; "Is it effective? Don't watch the ads to see the efficacy!"
The team leader on the side was doing ideological work. He found that the situation on the field suddenly stabilized and did not have the usual problem of the Chinese team and even the youth team getting into chaos when they conceded a goal. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "Wang Ai,
What on earth did you say? I think the effect is good."
Wang Ai raised his chin, looked around at Lao Gao and the team leader, and raised his index finger: "It's a good meal!"
Lao Gao smiled and patted Wang Ai on the head: "If you fart, let it go!"
Just when Wang Ai was communicating with Lao Gao and the team leader in low voices, the situation on the field suddenly changed. The Chinese team calmed down and evened the score quickly!
Chen Tao was slapped with a bottle of cold water by Wang Ai. The arrogance of a top player who had been a top player since he was a child suddenly broke out. He actually dribbled the ball from the midfield sideline and entangled three Korean midfielders all the way to the Korean team's bottom line. He used the Latin style of small, agile and controlling
The ball was played so vividly that the three Korean team midfielders were shaken here and there, and just like that, he could still pass the ball!
Cao Di, who was highly focused, had been peeping for opportunities. When Chen Tao swayed left and right from the baseline and passed the ball, Cao Di rushed forward and nodded the ball. Korean team goalkeeper Zheng Chengyong was unable to make a save and the ball went in!
Cao Di and Chen Tao screamed and rushed to the sidelines. Gao Hongbo shouted "Hello" and stood up excitedly.
Wang Ai moved a bit and sat firmly again. This is Gao Hongbo's honor! He took over this team halfway. Many players and the team's technical and tactical style were not what Gao Hongbo had imagined. In addition, 1984 was not a big year for football.
, there were only a few players playing football, and the pressure under the hasty takeover can be imagined. If Wang Ai hadn't been angry with him when he had nothing to do, I don't know how heavy it would have been.
This is also one of the reasons why Lao Gao is so tolerant of Wang Ai: every time Wang Ai is angry, Lao Gao is in an especially good mood...
The Chinese team equalized the score, and the pressure turned into a burden for the Korean team. The Chinese team began to play back and forth with the Korean team.
The score of 1:1 remained until midfield.
After a fifteen-minute break, the players returned to the court and began to do some simple warm-ups. Zhou Haibin suddenly discovered why Wang Ai was not here? It was just agreed that Wang Ai would come on in the second half.
I turned around and saw that Wang Ai was walking back and forth in front of the coaching bench, not knowing what he was doing.
Wang Ai smiled shyly, pacing back and forth while pulling the jersey with the thumb and index finger of both hands. He pulled it once, bounced it back to his stomach, pulled it once, and took a look at Gao Hongbo.
"What are you doing? Why don't you come on stage?"
"Hehehehe" Wang Ai shook his head: "No. 10 jersey! Ah? You haven't worn it, have you? Have you never played with it? Are you envious?"
Lao Gao's face turned dark immediately. When he was playing football, he wore jersey No. 8 for the national team, but he had never worn jersey No. 10: "Stop showing off. If you don't play well, I will take your number away!"
When Wang Ai was picking out his jersey number, no one from the national youth team said anything when he stood in front of them. Wang Ai waved his hand impatiently: "What are you doing standing around here? You can pick whatever you want other than number 10!"
All the players dared to be angry but dared not say anything: You picked the best ones away, and we still picked the worst ones!
After Wang Ai had finished playing the game, he proudly walked onto the field with square steps. Now the players were all gathered in a circle, ready to shout and encourage.
"I'm here, please be happy!" Wang Ai raised his head and raised his head, shouting at a group of 1.7-meter-seven tall men, who seemed even shorter now.
"Happy!" Chen Tao from the crowd agreed enthusiastically.
After I finished speaking, I realized that I was the only one who answered, which was embarrassing.
Wang Ai shook his head and sighed: "There is no hope, there is no unity at all! I will give you another chance, I am here, are you happy?"
The team members looked at each other and felt that this was much more interesting than a bunch of people bending over, sticking their butts out, holding hands and shouting "We must win" or something like that.
"Happy!" everyone roared angrily.
"Let's go, we will definitely win this game!" Wang Ai waved his hand vigorously.
The news from the Chinese team attracted the attention of the Korean team. Seeing Wang Ai's leadership style, the Korean team coach called his captain to tell him to pay close attention to this new player, not to mention the player wearing the No. 10 jersey. If necessary.
, you can use foul tactics. After all, Wang Ai is the youngest at first glance. In other words, he is much easier to bully than Zhou Haibin.
However, what everyone in the Korean team and even the Chinese team couldn’t imagine was that Wang Ai disappeared as soon as the game started. Whether in the front or backcourt, Wang Ai seemed to have disappeared. Not to mention scoring goals or organizing offense, he even looked at the defense.
Without him, he would just run around in the Korean backcourt, sometimes with nothing to do with the ball.
This chapter has been completed!