Section 295? A big river with wide waves (Act 6: Shotgun)
Ever since he heard Schubert talking about vitreous rupture in German, Wang Ai felt uneasy, so much so that in the last ten minutes of the first half, he basically performed actions based on instinct, and his mind was in a mess. He
The time I worked with Bai Guanghai was not that long, at least I didn’t have the petty feelings like Dayu and others, but Bai Guanghai was the biggest achievement after Wang Ai rewrote the Chinese football landscape - the most obvious teammate who was intervened, trained and promoted by him.
Although the news of vitreous rupture is only known to the national team, Wang Ai has never experienced such a cruel game, so he was confused for a moment.
In the silent locker room, Wang Ai lowered his head and listened to Ali Haan's on-the-spot training, then raised his head and looked at Tang Yaodong: "Director Tang, how is Xiaobai doing?"
Knowing how he joined the coaching staff of the national team, Tang Yaodong kept a lower profile than Gao Hongbo. He was stunned for a moment when Wang Ai called him by his name. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, he suddenly took out his phone and opened the text message. The note was Schubert.
The text message was edited in Chinese: "The operation is underway, the condition is not serious, and the success rate is very high."
The Chinese on the color-screen mobile phone was clearly visible to Wang Ai and his teammates around him.
"Can't you go blind?" Wang Ai asked.
"Yeah!" After Tang Yaodong agreed, he looked at the crowd and repeated again: "You won't be blind. He told me when I sent Schubert out of the stadium. There was a small crack in the vitreous body and he didn't even have eyesight.
It will be significantly affected.”
Obviously, the atmosphere in the locker room relaxed. Even the well-informed old Hao stretched his legs: "It's so scary, his face is covered with blood."
"Yes, yes." Everyone agreed.
Wang Ai took a deep breath and leaned against the locker, thinking about how to play the second half of the game.
It's too difficult. The strength of the Ecuadorian team, which is going all out, is between the Chinese team. What's more important is that the strength of each position is equal. Unlike the Chinese team, where they and Bai Guanghai are too prominent, it seems that the strength of teammates in other positions is slightly weaker. In this case
An all-out defense was originally the correct way to play, but unfortunately the football game could not stop the flash of genius, and was disrupted by two unimaginably wonderful goals from the opponent.
How should we play in the second half? What did Ali just say? It seems that he didn’t say anything. Let him, a coach who is good at pre-game preparation but not good at on-the-spot adjustments, make on-the-spot decisions after having made the most careful plans before the game. He needs to bear a heavy responsibility.
The adjustment is too difficult.
How to play? In the locker room, which was gradually recovering, teammates were also discussing and even arguing.
Nan Yong, who has been in the locker room, suppressed his words several times. As the head of the Football Association, he also hopes that the Chinese team can win. At the Bangchui Island meeting 13 years ago, the Football Association proposed the top 16 of the World Cup and the Olympic Games.
The goal of the top eight. Although before 2002, all this seemed impossible, with the sudden rise of Wang Ai and the overall growth of the Tubingen system he pulled up, this distant goal has been achieved in 2004 and this year respectively.
Completed. Although in the new ten-year outline in 2003, due to the suggestions of Wang Ai and others, no higher goals were set than in the previous decade.
However, wouldn’t it be better if practice develops better than planned? But what should we do now? The current national team is already very professional, and non-professional opinions will not be taken seriously even if they are put forward by the leaders, so
Nan Yong could only feel anxious and kept silent.
Restlessness spread in the locker room. Everyone had something to express. Later, even members of the coaching staff began private discussions. Until the game resumed, there was still no unified opinion.
Wang Ai has remained silent. As a Tubingen leader, captain of the national team, and the "most powerful brain" of Chinese football, if he remains silent, the national team will not have the hammer to set the tone.
FIFA officials knocked on the door, and everyone stood up subconsciously. The players who had no unified idea were anxious and confused. Until they stood in the player tunnel waiting to enter the stadium, they still had no clear tactical ideas.
At this time, Zhao Xuri, who was not included in the squad but took the initiative to carry the bag, couldn't help it and squeezed in from one side to Wang Ai: "Boss, please tell me, how should we play in the second half?"
"Ah?" Wang Ai reacted from his concentration and felt the silence behind him. When he turned around, he saw Dayu, Shao Jiayi, Zheng Zhi, Yan Song, Qu Bo and the big man Zong Lei at the end looking at him.
Wang Ai slightly smiled sheepishly: "Everyone, um... in the second half, I'm going to try it alone."
Dayu grinned after hearing this and pushed Wang Ai: "Damn it, you should have told me earlier!"
Shao Jia nodded: "That's right, it would have been over if you had said no, and you have been holding it in until now."
"We were shocked. We thought you were injured too."
"That's right, why are you pretending to be serious?"
The Chinese team was in an uproar, and Wang Ai quickly raised his voice: "Um, don't I think it's outrageous to work alone? Aren't we a whole?"
"If you don't come here, you won't be a whole if you work alone?" Shao Jia patted Wang Ai on the chest and asked.
"That's right, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." Old Hao shook his head: "Being able to work alone proves that you have outstanding abilities. When your teammates are being held back, work alone if you can. Only by winning the game can you be worthy of everyone."
Qu Bo, who had been smiling all the time, saw that everyone was silent, and suddenly said: "How can we fight alone?"
Dayu didn't wait for Wang Ai to speak and added: "What's the point? In the second half, I switched positions with him and I played as an attacking midfielder."
"Not enough." Shao Jia shook his head: "Hey Yansong, and Brother Hai, why don't you two rush on the wing?"
Sun Jihai scratched his hair: "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back after I go up there. They are very fast on the road."
"Then what should we do?" Li Weifeng said eagerly: "How about letting Ronaldinho dribble the ball forward? He has a long-range shot?"
Zong Lei shook his head: "No, Brother Luo can't go up. I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand it and I'll be in trouble if I lose the ball."
At this time, the player channel opened and the noise of Chinese fans came, but the discussion of the Chinese team continued. After the theme of Wang Ai going it alone was passed without any dispute, the follow-up question was how to develop this center.
As the turf approached, Zhao Xuri suddenly said: "Stop discussing, why not play a long pass? This is simple, everyone can do it."
Everyone looked at each other and nodded: "This makes sense."
"Then who throws the ball?"
"Of course there are Jiayi and Xu Liang who are good at footwork, and those who are close by are Qu Bo and Yan Song!"
"Okay, it's just them. The rest of us try our best to protect the ball and let the four of them come. Hey, Xiao Wang, you can take care of it from the front."
"Well, try to hit the ball as early as possible to give me some running and sprinting distance."
Everyone was talking non-stop and went on the court in a noisy manner. The coaches who stayed on the sidelines looked at each other and felt inexplicably relieved.
The most powerful shotgun of the Chinese team is about to fire!
