After Zhou Haibin scored, the national junior team celebrated for a moment and then continued the game at the referee's urging.
If this score can be maintained until the end, Wang Ai feels that it is okay if he does not play today. Unexpectedly, five minutes after the Chinese team scored, the situation on the court suddenly changed!
First, there was a normal collision in the midfield. Chen Tao and Le Guowang of the Vietnamese team both fell down. Chen Tao was shown a yellow card. The Chinese team's protest was invalid. Then, Zhao Xuri defended Ruan Guanghai, and the opponent fell. The UAE referee Hassan, who was refereeing the game, did not
He gave Zhao Xuri a red card without hesitation.
Lao Gao stood up immediately on the sidelines. He could see clearly that Ruan Guanghai was not as physically fit as Zhao Xuri. After the two sides grabbed the ball and collided, the latter fell to the ground.
Wang Ai brought his own two cameras. He was afraid that the Chinese team would be criticized by the referee. The incident of the Chinese team being criticized by the referee was a blood-stained incident that has never stopped. Chinese fans in the past generations can count one or two.
Especially the teams in West Asia, the Arab family, and the national leaders are all related to each other. They are very good at playing football house of cards. In addition, most countries in West Asia rely on oil to make a fortune, and the AFC relies on these countries.
Because of this, China's appeal has not even been successful.
High-definition digital cameras clearly showed this misjudgment.
Zhao Xuri's dismissal caused him to receive a yellow card. Chen Tao, who was already timid, lost an important protector. The 10-on-11 matchup suddenly increased the pressure on Chen Tao. Lao Gao had to remove Cao Di and become a midfielder and forward.
Only an infant Wang Yongbai was left behind!
However, the danger for the Chinese team has not been lifted.
In the 22nd minute, Vietnam forward Ruan Guanghai attacked the central defender with the ball. Zhou Haibin, who scored the goal, carefully defended Ruan Guanghai, but physical collisions were inevitable. Zhou Haibin could only try his best to avoid pulling the opponent.
Ruan Guanghai slipped and fell.
The whistle sounded.
Zhou Haibin opened his hands and looked at the referee in surprise. Although domestic football referees are not very clean, such blatant ones are rare. There are indeed no football hooligans in China, but Chinese fans are also very fanatical and can easily be beaten if they are too arrogant.
Referee Hassan flicked his right finger twice and hesitated for a moment without taking out the card, but gave the Vietnamese team a direct free kick only about ten meters away from the goal.
The linesman just reminded him that the Chinese team is carrying two of the world's most advanced digital cameras, Hitachi's DVD camera DZ-MV100, a new product that was just launched in August this year, with a price of more than 10,000 U.S. dollars! Two misjudgments will return the result.
You can quibble, but if it happens one after another, I have high-definition evidence!
Li Gongrong took the free kick. The 12-year-old goalkeeper Zeng Cheng was too short to see the path of the ball clearly. By the time he discovered the direction of the ball, it was too late.
1:1, Vietnam equalized the score.
Gao Hongbo went to protest the referee. Wang Ai shouted at Chen Tao and Zhou Haibin from the sidelines: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm still here."
The Chinese team, with one less player, stubbornly resisted the attack of the vigorous Vietnamese team. Instead, Chen Tao led the way from time to time to create opportunities for Wang Yongbai and Cao Di.
The game gradually came to the end of the first half in a fierce but not exciting confrontation.
In the 44th minute, the Vietnamese team Ruan Yingde dribbled the ball from the wing, passed Yin Liangyi from the ribs of the penalty area, and suddenly took a long shot. Zeng Cheng tried hard to save, but was still a palm away. He watched helplessly as the score became 1:
2.
Gao Hongbo's face was expressionless, and he was nervously thinking about countermeasures. There was nothing to say about this goal. It was clean and neat. How should he play in the second half?
Halftime break, visiting team's locker room.
Zeng Cheng said with a sad face: "Boss, I didn't play well."
Wang Ai laughed and pressed Zeng Cheng's head: "If you want to prevent Vietnam from scoring a goal, how can I go on the field and play? You can score five or six, and the boss will kick it back for you. It's okay!"
Wang Ai was also holding back his anger, but Zeng Cheng was about to cry. He was training well with the Wuhan second team, but was inexplicably transferred to the national junior team to replace the two overage goalkeepers. It is already good to have such a performance.
There was no way. He was not tall enough, he didn’t have enough bounce, and he was too young. Originally, according to Zeng Cheng’s age, he should have participated in the 86 National Youth League instead of the 84 National Junior College. The child was three years younger, but he was too old.
So Wang Ai could only comfort him with kind words. He said in his heart, Xiao Zeng, this is Lao Gao who is sorry for you. You haven't played for the Japanese team yet...
The second Zhao Xuri came over with his head lowered: "Boss..."
Zhao Xuri is two years older than Wang Ai, but he was also infected by the cute newcomer in the second phase of junior high school and called Wang Ai "boss".
"Old Zhao, I don't blame you for that ball. You are right. We were unlucky to have a West Asian referee."
Zhao Xuri was still young and didn't quite understand the twists and turns in the Asian arena. He pursed his lips and looked at Wang Ai curiously.
Wang Ai sighed: "Do you know why you were punished?"
Zhao Xuri shook his head like a rattle.
"Because you are so good. If you were here, the Vietnamese team would not be able to pass through the midfield and organize their offense. After all, they are afraid of you."
"But the referee is from the United Arab Emirates, not Vietnam." Zhao Xuri asked innocently.
When Lao Gao heard this, he stretched out his hand, but halfway through, he put it down dejectedly. Now that it's like this, what does it matter if we don't talk about it? It would be better to let these teenagers come into contact with the dark side as early as possible.
"You're stupid!" Wang Ai stood on tiptoe and knocked Zhao Xuri's head, which he lowered to receive the knock: "If we win Vietnam, we will definitely qualify. The other group besides Iran is Oman. Isn't he afraid that we will win Vietnam?
, is to eliminate threats to their brother countries in advance. Can Vietnam beat Iran and Oman? Send you off. If the Chinese team fails to qualify, Oman and Iran will have reserved their places in the World Junior Championships. What if we qualify?
There is probably only one quota, do you understand?"
Zhao Xuri blinked his eyes and shouted for a long time: "It's so bad!"
Wang Ai turned around and looked at the relaxed national youth players: "That's how football matches are. The former Soviet Union was worse than us. But the former Soviet Union is still a strong team in the world, especially goalkeeper Yashin, who is still the best goalkeeper in the 20th century! Ma
Maradona was tackled from behind countless times, and the most serious one was when his leg was broken, but Maradona is still the well-deserved world champion, and Argentina still won the World Cup!"
Wang Ai curled his lips and snorted: "In the second half, look at how I kicked them to death, boss! Yong Po, let's replace each other in the second half, and my brother will vent your anger!"
Yong Bo, who had been running intensely for 45 minutes in the sweltering heat, was already exhausted. He nodded in agreement and asked curiously: "Boss, how many points can you make in this game?"
Wang Ai put his hands on his waist and snorted: "How much can I score? It depends on how much I want to score!" After that, he pointed at Zeng Cheng: "Xiao Zeng, in the second half, you can play with confidence and boldly, and you can let people score.
