Yi Zhe's statement before the game made all the fans excited, and everyone began to look forward to it. He now speaks better than captain Zheng Zhi.
"I just like to listen to Yi Zhe talk, beat him hard, and beat him to death! Although Chinese people don't beat Chinese people, there is an exception when it comes to teaching young people."
"It should have been like this a long time ago. The national team has suffered two losses from Hong Kong in the world preliminaries. It's time to ask for some interest. Again, there is nothing gentle, respectful and thrifty about professional football, so that's it!"
"The atmosphere is inexplicably strange... shouldn't this be a father-son game? How come it has become a life-and-death battle?"
The opponent also expressed his stance. The main goalkeeper who almost had a conflict with Zhang Linpeng, and the captain of the Hong Kong team, Yip Honghui, stiffened his neck in front of the camera and said to all reporters: "We really want to experience the rhythm of the Chinese team's 'fight to the death'.
I also want to know how strong Yi Zhe is!"
Most of the reporters present, including many Hong Kong reporters, had very exciting expressions. Is this just to save face or life? The key is that this is a bit brainless!
But now the atmosphere within the team is very subtle, and the players are actually feeling a little nervous in private.
"Zhe, what do you mean, are you really going to kill me?"
Yi Zhe didn't expect Hao Junmin to ask himself this question, which made him a little confused: "Third brother, what do you mean? Is it true that we didn't even play with these Hong Kong guys before?"
Hao Junmin touched his nose a little awkwardly: "Anyway, in the past, I really didn't allow any fatal blows. I had to win, but I didn't let the opponent lose too much."
Yi Zhe didn't know what to say. This was the first time he heard that professional players could play like this...
On the match day, as the national team's bus was going from the hotel to the stadium, a large number of fans waved at the bus with all their strength, waving national flags.
“Come on Team China!”
"Yi Zhe, do it!"
A large number of fans are ready, and the ground of Shenzhen Baoan Sports Center has been shaken with banging noise.
"Boys, the only thing we need to do is challenge ourselves, run fast, pass the ball quickly, and the key to tearing apart the opponent's defense is speed! If we keep up with Yi's rhythm, victory will definitely belong to us!"
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
After the head coach finished speaking, Yi Zhe began to call everyone together and perform the routine ceremony before playing.
"I've already boasted about my awesomeness. Brothers, we can't do it if we don't fight to the death. No matter how many fans want us to win, the opponent has already lost. We are wearing the jersey of the national team. If we don't go all out, this will
The gangsters really dare to look down on us. We have to be looked down upon by our own people. I dare say that fans all over the country are waiting for us to win 5:0. Winning is just for fun. Who else?
Do you want to be even more aggrieved after winning? Use all your strength and fight to death!"
During the national anthem singing ceremony before the game, Yi Zhe sang loudly along with his teammates and the 40,000 fans in the audience. At the same time, he looked at the opposite side with the corner of his eyes and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows - those naturalized players on the opposite side might really not be able to sing, but they
At least they paid attention, but some players looked down at the ground, closed their eyes in meditation, turned their heads and stared at the stands... There were various postures, and the goalkeeper wearing the captain's armband even turned his mouth into a whistle.
Yi Zhe chuckled, is this really a trick?
The two captains were quarreling before the game. He kept his eyes on goalkeeper Ye Honghui. After the ceremony, he came up to him and winked: "Get ready to face the strong wind!"
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As the referee blew the opening whistle, the atmosphere reached its peak in an instant. Yi Zhe launched a long pass to the right side of the frontcourt at the first moment of kick-off. Sun Ke opened the ball and penetrated the penalty area from the right, directly wiping away the Hong Kong team.
Defending on the left, the naturalized left back player Ji Shili was knocked down directly. Then the low ball was passed across the middle. Forward Gao Lin took advantage of the melee between the two defensive players and followed the trend. Yi Zhe met the ball and inserted in between the two defenders.
Push shot in front of the opponent's defensive player.
“Yi Zhe!
!
"
Ye Honghui made a save, but did not touch the ball. He looked desperate, but this time the ball missed the post and rolled out of the baseline.
"Oh - almost!"
Yi Zhe grinned and turned to signal to his teammates: "Just kick like this, press up!"
Turning around, he directly made a long-distance slide tackle in the midfield. Although the action was very fierce, he had already systematically made key predictions. Before Hong Kong team midfielder Bai He even turned around, Yi Zhe's legs reached him first, and the result was
He kicked the ball firmly and shoveled it directly to Zheng Zhi, who was three meters in front of him.
"The Chinese team counterattacked! The rhythm was completely driven by Yi Zhe!"
This was the counterattack that everyone wanted to see. Zheng Zhi shot a ball through the back. Wu Lei, the shadow forward of the Chinese team, quickly overtook the entire Hong Kong team's defense and got a chance to face Ye Honghui.
Wu Lei chose to push the ball. Originally, Ye Honghui quickly attacked and had the ball firmly under his body. Everyone sighed...but the next second the ball suddenly rolled out of the goalkeeper's arms. Wu Lei's second
Reacting quickly, he stepped forward and fell to the ground to shoot past him, sending the ball directly into the huge empty goal behind him.
"Hey! It's in! Wu Lei, hahaha! Originally, his choice was somewhat flawed, but Hong Kong goalkeeper Yip Honghui gave him a gift of butter!"
Yi Zhe ran over and hugged Wu Lei: "Brother Lei, you did a great job!"
Wu Lei glanced at the time on the big screen. It was only one and a half minutes into the show and couldn't help but laugh: "Zhe, at this pace, are you really going to kick yourself to death today?"
Yi Zhe chuckled: "There are people who are addicted to food and whose character is still lacking. There is nothing we can do about it!"
The Hong Kong team deployed a dense defensive formation of 5-4-1 today, but they did not expect that they only lasted for one and a half minutes before breaking through. The Chinese team was completely pressing high in the frontcourt.
In the fifth minute, Zheng Zhi stole the ball in the frontcourt. Yi Zhe was looking at the left corner from the top of the penalty area, but suddenly passed the ball behind the defense. Gao Lin quickly came out to face Ye Honghui, took off his foot lightly, and sent the ball directly in.
goal.
Ten minutes later, Sun Ke passed two people on the wing and entered the penalty area. He kicked a curve ball from the corner of the penalty area. This time, Ye Honghui stretched his movements and showed his level, but unfortunately he ran into the evolved version of La Liga.
Sun Ke - the ball bounced off the ground and flew into the goal after grazing the post.
"3:0! Sun Ke! This is a world-class shot!
!
"
Fifteen minutes into the game, the score on the field showed a completely different extreme from the momentum of both sides before the game.
The Hong Kong team players all lowered their heads on the court like chickens pecking at rice. Ye Honghui looked anxious and raged at the defenders.
This scene made fans type four words one after another.
"People are addicted to food! Hahaha!"
"If you ask for a hammer, you will get a hammer!"
Some fans said: "It feels like a complete tragedy. Although I shouldn't say that, I think it's almost enough. Let's do three more in the second half."
Some fans immediately retorted: "What are you thinking upstairs? Yi Zhe didn't take any action. Could it be that Europe's golden boy, Barcelona's god of death, and Bayern's nemesis came to the national team to accompany a bunch of international football players?"
Yi Zhe was indeed very hardworking. Five minutes later, he directly challenged Hong Kong team's naturalized central defender Fattus in the backcourt, used his body to complete the steal, and then kicked directly in front of the goal.
Ye Honghui had just completed a save. When he saw the ball, he didn't even have time to get up and make a move. He could only forcefully jump up and stretch out his arms. However, compared with Yi Zhe's kick that directly hit the corner of the world, even the background board felt that the picture was too big.
low——Due to the large range of movement, he rolled several times on the spot when he landed and chewed a mouthful of mud.
Twenty minutes, 4:0.
All the players gathered around Yi Zhe and came to the sidelines to extend four fingers to the fans.
"The game is over. Yi Zhe kept his word and fulfilled his promise before the game!"
In fact, the impact of the game process is far greater than He Wei's tone of not being overly revealing.
