bigabreads Chapter 160 I Don't Like Draws
Chapter 160 I Don't Like Draws
Chapter 160 I Don't Like Draws
After qualifying ahead of schedule, there was a happy atmosphere in the Chinese team. Gao Hongbo also gave the players a rare day off to visit the capital of Qatar for a while.
The players can go shopping, and other staff members can temporarily put down their work, but Gao Hongbo, the head coach, obviously doesn't have the time to do so.
He led his team to carefully study the state of the players in the first two games, analyzed the situation in Uzbekistan, discussed the current team's tactics, and even began to study in advance the opponents who may meet in the knockout round...
Although their efforts may not be effective, the job is not so easy.
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Long Shute's day off was not wasted.
The rich and powerful Chinese captain entrusted the hotel to call a young, beautiful, white-skinned and long-legged part-time student girl (how strange is this name?), and took a quick tour of the tourist attractions around Doha.
He is young and handsome, sunny and strong, rich and generous, polite and considerate, and his English level is beyond the overwhelming majority of Asians. He even won the favor of the schoolgirls. Maybe I'm about to throw myself in the arms...
"I should have invited her to sit up for a while..."
Just after saying goodbye to the tour guide, Long Shute returned to the hotel and couldn't help but regret:
"Why do you pretend to be noble? There are not many girls in Qatar who are so open, they really deserve to be single..."
"Ding dong!"
The doorbell rang.
"Did she come to me on her own initiative?" Long Shute became inexplicably narcissistic, and then he shrugged, he didn't tell the girl the room number at all...
But he still opened the door with anticipation.
But he was disappointed: outside the door was a long, thin face and a pair of small eyes.
"Director Gao is looking for me?" Long Shu's expectant mood immediately calmed down. He opened the door and invited him in.
"I knocked on the door this afternoon, but you don't seem to be here?" Gao Hongbo said casually.
Long Shute handed him a glass of water, and explained casually: "I was bored, so I went around the city."
The head coach nodded: "It's good to go for a walk, after all, it's not easy to come here once, and you really need to rest. The Eredivisie is still in winter break, right?"
Long Shute smiled: "The training camp has already started. Yesterday Van Basten asked me when I could go back. I replied to him that it would take at least two weeks."
"Two weeks?" Gao Hongbo was taken aback. This time was much longer than he expected. Judging from the schedule, two weeks later... the final.
Long Shute's expression didn't change at all, he seemed to think it was a matter of course: "I learned a lot at Ajax, but no one ever told me that I participated in a certain game to gain experience. As a professional Players, I play to win and to win titles."
His eyes seemed a little arrogant, but there was a seriousness that could not be ridiculed.
Gao Hongbo nodded slowly: "No one is unwilling to win the championship, but to be honest, our strength is not enough. Once we meet Australia or Japan, I am afraid we will fall into a hard fight..."
"No matter how hard it is, it won't be more bitter than yesterday, right?" Long Shute smiled.
"That's right," Gao Hongbo also showed a smile, "at least we won't encounter such a difficult home call."
"Oh, by the way, haven't you asked Director Gao what he wants from me?" Long Shute asked unhurriedly.
Gao Hongbo changed his posture subconsciously: "It's nothing, it's about the starting candidate for the next game. Since you are the captain, let me ask you what you think."
This attitude made Long Shute a little flattered, but he didn't say politely to the other party: "For the third game...then let's make a proper rotation and let the players who didn't play before show their faces. It is estimated that Uzbekistan will not be serious. Fight us to the death."
"Lao Cao and I also mean the same, let the main force get a proper rest." Gao Hongbo's face seemed to be much more rosy, "By the way, how does your body feel? 8000 meters is equivalent to two races!"
Long Shute couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He understood what the head coach meant, so he followed the other's meaning and replied: "I'm still a little tired. I'm afraid I need to take a break. I won't be able to play the last game." The audience."
"You don't have to be impatient, you have to trust your teammates," Gao Hongbo nodded, "have a good rest, adjust your body, don't tire yourself out too much, and come to me anytime you need something." He stood up from the sofa and walked towards the room. The master bid farewell.
"I know, thank you Director Gao for your concern." Long Shu opened the door for him with a smile, "You should also rest earlier, don't work too hard."
Yes, you worry so much, but it's of no use...
It's better to just hug your thighs.
From the system, he could see that the head coach's friendship with him exceeded 85, and yesterday's all-out battle made this friendship directly exceed 90, but Gao Hongbo seemed to be insisting on something.
He probably wants to prove...his success is not just dependent on a young boy in his early twenties, right?
He thinks too much.
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On January 1, the third group match of the Chinese team.
Sure enough, both they and Uzbekistan sent a substitute lineup - anyway, no matter what the result, both sides will join hands to qualify, and there are naturally no sparks flying on the field.
Deng Zhuoxiang, Gao Lin, Zhao Peng, Liu Jianye, Yu Hanchao, Yu Tao, Dewey, Yang Hao and other players who had few opportunities to play before won the starting position.
From this lineup, it can be clearly seen that some people are favorites of the head coach. Perhaps Gao Hongbo still hopes that Deng Zhuoxiang can serve as the core at certain moments.
Deng Zhuoxiang obviously knew the expectations he was carrying. He worked very hard. He actively organized the offense and passed the ball to the feet of his teammates in the best positions. He was also more active in defense than before, regardless of his size. Together, do everything possible to help the team contain the Uzbek offensive.
His efforts were not in vain, he even scored a direct free kick, but the harder he worked, the clearer he was that he was not Long Shute after all.
He couldn't do Long Shute's level: he ran [-] in a single game, which would definitely kill him!
Not to mention 8000, he just ran less than [-] meters, and his legs are already feeling heavy, and it is very difficult to speed up and sprint...
"In the 78th minute, Deng Zhuoxiang was substituted. He performed very well in this game and helped the team temporarily draw with Uzbekistan 2-2..."
The narrator analyzed while flipping through the rules:
"If the tie is maintained until the end, the Chinese team will rank first in the group with the advantage of more goals, and according to the current scores of each group, we can avoid Japan, South Korea, Australia and other strong teams and get a relatively stronger team. Good matchup situation..."
The Chinese team knew about this, how could Uzbekistan not know about it?
They also sent three absolute cores in a row, preparing to try to attack with all their strength at the last moment. After all, for them, there is no difference between a draw and a defeat.
But I didn't expect them to hit a wall just after they pressed hard, and they hit themselves with blood all over their faces:
The No. 50 player who had just entered the field unceremoniously cut off their pass, and then made a high-speed dribble even more unceremoniously, using Uzbekistan's [-]-meter-long half-court area as his own racetrack ...
After that, things are as simple as drinking tea and eating, and the writing process is a waste of life.
After scoring the goal, Long Shu looked up at the big screen in mid-air with satisfaction.
3-2.
Who told you to attack, this is simply inviting me to fight back against you!
I don't like draws!
(End of this chapter)