Section 304: Olive Corolla: Iron Locks Cross the River and Chong Jinfan (4)
The Chinese team defended 1:0, leaving Wang Ai alone in the frontcourt surrounded by opponents. Even if Wang Ai can defend, at this time he must stubbornly stand in the frontcourt and hold up a piece of sky for his teammates.
, otherwise if the opponent's four defenders also pass halftime, the Chinese team's situation will be more dangerous.
In the remaining time of the first half, Wang Ai made several more surprise attempts, which often caused uproar on the field and affected the movement of Italy's formation. In the eyes of Huang Jianxiang and Tao Wei, he was like a fish caught in the left center of a fishing net.
The fish that rushed to the right, no matter how hard he tried, was trapped in a heavy siege.
"Xiao Wang, are you okay? How long can you last?" Old Shen asked Wang Ai concernedly in the locker room.
In the tired and concerned eyes of his teammates, Wang Ai, who was leaning on the wardrobe and stretching his legs lazily, suddenly smiled: "Hey, I stole my physical fitness."
"how?"
"In the few times after the first half, I faked running. The opportunity was not good, so I lied to them and actually didn't run hard. So, my physical fitness is still good."
Old Shen breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Jianying couldn't laugh or cry, and pointed at Wang Ai: "Cunning."
"Hey, don't blame me. I should be able to play for another half hour, but how is your physical fitness?" Wang Ai looked at Zheng Zhi, Dewey and the others.
Zheng Zhi leaned against the wardrobe and closed his eyes, as if he had not heard Wang Ai's words. Xu Liang shook his head: "Brother Zhi is very tired. Everyone is very tired."
Dewey, Zhang Yaokun, and Zhang Baofeng were too tired to speak. Only Zheng Zhi opened his eyes: "I thought I had no chance to participate in the Olympics in this life. I never thought we would be here today, let alone that we would qualify in the group. Thank you brothers for your support
I, Zheng Zhi, have this opportunity, and what I haven’t said yet, I have to bear it even if I risk my life, even if I go home and lie down for a week."
Fifteen minutes later, the two sides changed places and the fighting resumed.
Facing the gritted teeth of the Chinese defense line, the Italians' physical fitness was also declining rapidly. Pirlo and others gradually became anxious. In front of the Chinese team's goal, the competition suddenly became fierce. They pulled each other, collided with each other, and people fell on their backs.
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Lao Shen was so distressed that he dragged team doctor Schubert over and asked, "Can our team members' bodies hold up?"
Schubert, who was wearing a ponytail, had a stern expression: "It's too intense and it won't last long. However, the Italians won't be far behind either!"
Sure enough, ten minutes into the second half, Zhang Baofeng and Xu Liang were injured one after another and were unable to play, so Lao Shen had to make an early substitution.
Zheng Zhi had to follow Pirlo closely, constantly destroying his organization, and often asked his teammates to pay attention to their defensive positions. After half-time close combat, he had already become familiar with Pirlo's style of play.
His physical fitness declined severely, and his defensive pressure began to lessen. After the Italian team's fierce attack in the first ten minutes, the substitutes had to relax.
Sun Xiang and Qu Bo, who came on to replace Yan Song, began to consciously play ball for Wang Ai, hoping that he would score another one and completely seal the victory.
From the perspective of onlookers, the Chinese team's lineup slowly moved forward from the top of the penalty area, while the Italian team continued to retreat. The Chinese team's midfielders also consciously stretched the lineup a little further.
, thus giving the extremely tired defender a chance to breathe.
Just when the commentators, reporters, and fans thought that the Chinese team's offensive was about to pick up, they did not want to fall into the trap of the wily Italians. Their physical fitness was running low, but it was not that they could not hold on. In the Chinese team
During the desperate defense, they realized that it was difficult to break through the defensive system with the numerical advantage. Therefore, under the leadership of Pirlo, they consciously let the Chinese team come out.
As soon as the result came out, the Italian team quickly scored an equalizing goal.
In the 12th minute of the second half, when Pirlo was blocking Zheng Zhi, De Rossi secretly made a sharp through pass, which was received by the extremely fast Gilardino. He got ahead of Dewey's shot and avoided the attack.
Zong Lei scored in the lower right corner of the goal.
The Chinese fans who had just become excited seemed to be choked.
While waiting for the kick-off, Lao Shen remained silent, fighting fiercely in his heart: Should we hold on to the tie and wait until the penalty kick, or should we go out? Holding tight might not be able to bear it, and Xiao Wang's physical fitness was about to bottom out.
, once he goes down, I'm afraid I can only defend. But what if I fight out and get counterattacked again? What Italy is best at is defensive counterattack!
Lao Shen finally decided to hoard heavy troops in the half court, but he was willing to do so, so he called Qu Bo: "What's going on? Can you still run?"
Qu Bo smiled.
Lao Shen pointed at Wang Ai: "For a while, don't participate in the defense. Attack boldly, cross boldly, shoot when you have the chance, and give it to Xiao Wang if you don't have the chance. I need you two fast horses, go to the front and kill him personally."
, I want you two handsome boys to rush through the Italian iron chain. Rush over! Do you understand? Rush over!"
The two sides returned to the starting line. The Italian team was still taking its time, but the Chinese team adjusted again, and the lineup became a strange structure of 811. The defensive lineup led by Zheng Zhi stood firm at the top of the penalty area arc. Qu
Bo is slightly forward on the right wing, but Wang Ai is still in front.
At the same time, Shao Jiayi became a defensive midfielder, and Zhang Yuning was the most exaggerated. He actually retreated to the back line and played as a full-back, and he actually played well! This position change changed the Chinese team's back line.
The field became a 44 configuration, an extremely conservative formation with two central defenders, two full-backs, two full-backs, and two defensive midfielders.
If Zhang Baofeng and Xu Liang had not been injured one after another, Lao Shen could have replaced Zhang Yuning, but now that there is no substitution quota, this is the only way.
The two sides, who were "not trying to make progress", still carried out the game in an orderly manner, and seemed to be sliding towards overtime.
In the 26th minute of the second half, Lao Shen's arrangement had an effect. Zhang Yuning made a header from the backcourt and passed it to Shao Jiayi. With the support of Sun Xiang, Shao Jiayi got out of the way and passed the long ball to Qu Bo, who was running wildly on the right.
Qu Bo dribbled the ball and pushed the newly introduced Cherny closer to the center. Wang Ai shook off the opponent's entanglement and stepped forward to meet him. The teammates who had a tacit understanding of each other played a one-two. Qu Bo, who took the lead, attracted many players including Chelny.
Erni, Ferrari, Balzagli, Donader and even the goalkeeper's attention.
Qu Bo, who was forced to the baseline while running, decisively made a pass before anyone could double-team him.
The football arced very high, passed the jumping goalkeeper Pellizzoli, and landed at the back point.
Wang Aizheng was entangled with Bowo. He blocked Bowo forcefully, endured his pushing, and looked up at the trajectory of the football. He had never worked hard to practice headers, but he had been teammates with Bai Guanghai for several years.
I can see the feeling.
He struggled for a moment, and the jersey on his chest was grabbed by Bovo behind him, tightly "blocking" his body. In the camera lens of the reporter behind the goal, at this moment, Wang Ai's upper body muscles were as clear as a bodybuilder.
After struggling for a while and slightly shaking off Bovo's arm, Wang Ai simply jumped up. His bouncing power was so great that Bovo's hand holding on to the slippery jersey was actually freed.
Wang Ai, who jumped up, seemed to be "supported" by the suddenly tightened jersey and accelerated a second time. He stretched his body lightly, carefully and without any fancy, and hit the football with his forehead.
