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Section 347 Winning is justice (middle)

 Today’s host is Huang Jianxiang. He quickly asked Zhang Lu to explain. Zhang Lu didn’t care about the internal conflicts in the football world. He pointed directly at the screen and said: "Jianxiang, Xiao Wang was born in 1987. This year is called the 83 National Youth League."

He is 14 and he is 18, which is much different. You can tell just by looking at this head. Think about where Wang Ai played in the World Cup, what position he played in the Olympics, and what position he plays now."

Huang Jianxiang nodded immediately: "In the national team and the Olympic team, Wang Ai plays as a winger."

"Yes!" Zhang Lu nodded seriously: "There is little physical confrontation on the wing. Wang Ai can take advantage of his dribbling skills and avoid his disadvantages in physical confrontation. This is also a right choice, even if he is

German clubs also play fullbacks. But look at it now? What position is he playing? Attacking midfielder? No! If the midfielder is in a parallel position, it can be called an attacking midfielder, while the diamond position is forward.

In fact, he is not the attacking midfielder, but the third striker."

"You mean, it's the role of Li Jinyu who played in Liaoning Football Team's trident two years ago?"

"Yes!" Zhang Lu shook his head: "This is what I mean when I say Xiao Wang is going to fight. With his height of just over 1.6 meters, it is too uncomfortable to be in this position. The physical confrontation here is very fierce.

Although Li Jinyu is not very strong in physical confrontation, he is at least an adult player."

"Why?" Huang Jianxiang asked subconsciously.

"Because..." Zhang Lu shook his head: "By reaching the semi-finals, the national youth team can still take a breather, but if they lose to Saudi Arabia, their future will be ruined."

Huang Jianxiang reacted immediately, his eyes became dark, and he said: "Oh, that's right, after reaching the semi-finals, even if you lose one more game, you still have a chance to enter the World Youth Championship. If you lose now, it will be over."

Zhang Lu gave Huang Jianxiang a thumbs up under the table in the commentary box, and the two of them tacitly ignored the topic.

Yang Hao gave the Chinese team the right to kick off, while Han Peng and Du Wenhui waited in the center circle for the whistle to start.

Wang Ai secretly looked at the Saudi team and found that the opponent's mood was very relaxed. After all, they had defeated the National Youth Team twice less than a month ago. So he turned back and nodded slightly to Zhao Xuri, Yang Hao and others.

The whistle blows! The game begins!

Han Peng pushed the ball to Du Wenhui and ran towards the opponent's half, and the Saudi team's formation also began to open up.

The Chinese team was not in a hurry to attack, and the Saudi team did not seem to be in a hurry either. Therefore, the football passed easily in the backcourt of the Chinese team for a while, and slowly passed to the feet of Zhao Xuri near the center circle, who took two slow horizontal steps.

, found No. 13 who suddenly started running laterally in the opponent's half, and decisively passed the ball through.

Since both of them were running suddenly laterally, the pass was not intercepted by the Saudi players in the middle. It was passed from the center circle to the top of the arc and was caught by Wang Ai.

At this time, Saudi Arabia's midfielder had not yet closely guarded Wang Ai, but Wang Ai easily turned around. It was not until he saw this face that the opponent realized that something was wrong, and hurried forward. As soon as he took a step, the football came out.

Pass between the legs.

The Saudi central defender hurriedly stepped forward to block the ball. As a result, Wang Ai controlled the football well, so Wang Ai, who bypassed the left side of the midfielder, got the ball first. Then the two sides clashed, and Wang Ai came from his right side like a fish.

, using a quick shot that was almost like a Marseille slalom to get rid of him, leaving him on the path of pursuit by his midfielder.

These two times, the rabbit rose and the falcon disappeared, and the Saudi goalkeeper was dumbfounded!

Wang Ai made a move to shoot the far corner, but the moment he touched the ball, he adjusted his ankle, poked with his toes, and rolled into the goal from the "foot" of the Saudi goalkeeper who was deceived and jumped out.

The Saudi defense, which had only conceded two goals in the first three group matches, was beaten to pieces by Wang Ai within three seconds. Even when Wang Ai fished the ball out of the goal and ran towards the center circle, most of the Saudi team

None of the team members responded.

"good!"

There was applause both inside and outside the camera.

While waiting for kick-off, Huang Jianxiang and Zhang Lu chatted.

"Director Zhang, this little Wang's goal is so beautiful, why didn't he celebrate? Instead, he hurriedly wanted to restart the ball as if the score was behind. Why is this?"

Zhang Lu frowned, shook his head hesitantly, and said nothing. He was not sure what Wang Ai was thinking. It was true that this football doctor was too cunning and always deceived people. Although it was live broadcast late at night, not many people watched it, but

It's better to say you don't understand than to say you're wrong.

When the ball kicked off again, before the Saudis could get anxious, the Chinese team became anxious first. Even the two forwards were frequently attacking, and the midfielders were tackling frequently. The players from both sides collided with each other frequently, which made the Saudi players confused.

Are you in such a hurry to catch the train? The winning side is more anxious than the lagging side.

Under the pressure of the suddenly fierce Chinese team, the Saudi team quickly lost the ball. After passing the ball several times, it came to Wang Ai's feet again. Wang Ai made a strong attack under the opponent's close pressure. Even though he was hit hard, he remained stubborn.

He controlled the ball and gradually approached the opponent's penalty area.

Seeing that one person on the opposite side was mainly defending and two people were assisting in defense, Wang Ai suddenly passed the ball horizontally. After Yang Hao got the ball, he went directly to the base decisively. After the cross was blocked by the opponent, he ran back two steps with the ball and passed it to the top of the arc in the middle.

A half-high ball was passed.

This position happens to be where Wang Ai is facing off against an opponent's player, and the ball's path is behind Wang Ai.

Wang Ai glanced back, but did not turn around. He stared closely at the opponent's player's movements, and while blocking the opponent, he pointed to the left side of the penalty area and shouted: "Han Peng!"

Han Peng didn't know why, so he subconsciously threw away the opponent's players and ran into the penalty area, running towards the position of Wang Ai's finger. He noticed that the opponent's defender, who had just been driven down by Yang Hao, was still near the baseline, so he was not offside.

But what does the little boss mean? What on earth is he going to do if he doesn't turn around and point at me?

At this moment, the football has flown behind Wang Ai, at about waist height.

The Saudi defender didn't know what the No. 13 on the opposite side was shouting. He was also surprised that the opponent was staring at him motionlessly as the football flew behind him, so he subconsciously aimed at the Chinese player on the other side.

But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Chinese No. 13 on the opposite side suddenly bent his upper body towards him, revealing the football in flight, and then saw a foot coming up from bottom to top. He even clearly saw the lights shining on the stadium.

Fai’s spikes!

The football changed direction midway and flew into the air to the left side of the penalty area. At this moment, Han Peng, a black-faced man, was rushing towards him at high speed.

I didn’t have time to shout to the little boss, high center forward Han Peng, jump up! Glide! Impact!

The Internet is full of flowers!

2:0!

"Boss!"

Han Peng, who was stunned for a moment, raised his hands and rushed towards Wang Ai, who was smiling at him.


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