bigabreads Chapter 162 Captain China Falls?
Chapter 162 Captain China Falls?
Chapter 162 Captain China Falls?
2011 1 Month 25 Day.
Qatar local time 16:45.
Al Garrafa International Stadium.
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"CCTV, CCTV, audience friends, with the whistle of the referee, the semi-final between the Chinese team and the South Korean team is now officially started!"
CCTV commentator He Wei coughed and officially started his commentary task:
"The semi-finals of this year's Asian Cup belong to China, Japan, South Korea, and Australia. The traditional West Asian powerhouses Iran, Iraq, and Saudi Arabia all fell into the sand. The host Qatar was even eliminated in the group stage. Director Xu, does this mean that West Asian football The development in recent years is not as good as that of East Asia?"
"It's not so absolute."
Guest Xu Yang did not nod in agreement, but made a reasonable analysis:
"Although the situation of West Asian teams has not been very good in recent years, whether it is from the national team or the club level, the gap between them and East Asian teams is not too big. After all, Iran and Iraq are in the quarter-finals. They won the lore until overtime, and the suspense between them and their opponents is actually within a hair's breadth. In addition, they just played the Gulf Cup in November last year, and they played two consecutive games in less than 11 days. The cup match, no matter which team it is on, I am afraid it will have a great impact..."
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The Chinese team may be somewhat similar to the South Korean team, because the players of the two teams neither have the tall and strong figure of Australia, nor the delicate foot skills of Japan, and their various conditions can only be regarded as quite satisfactory.
However, the South Korean team has a world-renowned super-discipline, is extremely focused on the whole, has always maintained a strong fighting spirit, and has a particularly strong sense of national honor. All the opponents have a headache, and they are also called the Asian German team because of their strict discipline.
Their only obvious shortcoming is that the back line is not high enough, but...the two forwards of this Chinese team are not good at heading.
Gao Lin's backhand ball skills are said to be world-class, while Yang Xukong has a big body, but he is a soft-footed shrimp who can fall when he touches it. If you want to expect them to bomb high above the heads of Koreans, it is better to expect them to cheat one or two A penalty kick, after all, Gao Lin's anti-gravity flop is comparable to the professors of La Masia Film and Television Academy.
Gao Hongbo might feel some regret: why didn’t he bring Han Peng with him, otherwise, when facing defenders like the South Korean team whose average height is less than 1.8 meters, the Shandong center might be able to make them cry...
But maybe he doesn't need to regret too much, because the Chinese team's crossing level has always been clumsy, and the fine tradition of high-altitude bombing that used to run rampant in East and Southeast Asia has gradually moved away from the national team. If he really focuses on headers, I'm afraid In this Chinese team, there are not many assisters who can pass high balls...
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Long Shute's position is still an offensive midfielder. In Gao Hongbo's tactics, he doesn't need to take on too many extra defensive tasks-because he has already received a yellow card in the previous game. Accumulated yellow cards missed the final, then the national team may have to give up directly.
As soon as he opened his legs, he met a man with curly hair and small eyes.
"This is a direct confrontation between the captains of the two sides, Smecta! Zhixing Huai Yiting (Fighting)!"
In the distant Korean peninsula, the South Korean beauty guest Pu Geji became excited.
The male commentator Zhao Zaiyin, who was sitting upright beside him, took a sneak peek at the billowing waves on his partner's chest, and hastily put on a professional look:
"Zhi Galaxy's ability is undoubtedly the number one in Asia. He was praised by Sir Alex Ferguson of Manchester United as the most professional player since he coached Manchester United. He is more important than Rooney! He is the only player who has started in the Champions League final so far. Asian players; in a professional selection by American sports media, he was listed among the 50 people who changed football history together with Pele, Maradona, Cruyff, Beckenbauer, Ronaldo and Messi. These award-winning Chinese players have never been touched!"
"Wow," Pu Geji's eyes were full of stars, and her long eyelashes blinked non-stop, "It's really amazing! Wisdom Galaxy is the pride of Asian players!"
"That's right," Zhao Zaiyin puffed out his unhealthy chest, "AC Milan's Pirlo is the world's top midfielder, but he was completely frozen by our Zhixing system in the game. What is the level of Zhixing system compared to?" I don't know where Long Shute is, a mere Chinese boy is not worthy of our captain's full strength!"
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If it's about organization and scheduling, even ten dragons can't match Pirlo; but if it's about speed and reaction, even 1 sleepy skins can't keep up with the Chinese captain!
Long Shute's explosive power is not inferior to that of Ronaldo, Kaka, and Suarez!
Not to mention Park Ji-sung, who is 30 years old and whose running ability has begun to decline!
The Korean has three empty lungs, but his legs can't keep up with the flaming rocket!
He could only move his legs in vain, watching his opponent stride forward!
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"Long Shute suddenly accelerated! He easily got rid of Park Ji-sung! It's too fast! Beautiful!"
Xu Yang almost couldn't help but patted the table.
Amidst his cheering, Long Shute had dribbled the ball into the South Korean team's penalty area.
Zhao Rongheng, one of the defenders, is only 1.8 meters two. A player of this height should be more flexible on his feet, but maybe he suffered an injury at the club in 2010 and played too few official games. When Long Shute rushed in front of him, he His legs were a little out of control.
Long Shute's movements didn't have any dazzling fake moves, he just dribbled the ball forward in a very simple way, and then suddenly smashed the ball across the penalty area after entering the penalty area!
If you watch it in slow motion, this offensive method does not have any remarkable technical content, even his spikes are a bit too hard, but all of Long Shute's movements are better than a fast word!
UI!
This sentence is also a truth in the football world.
When a player has the speed beyond everything, those beautiful but useless feints are scum in front of him!
Unprepared, Zhao Rongheng had no choice but to shovel the cross-cut Long Shute away with one kick!
The Chinese captain directly reminded the referee with a scream, how fierce the Korean defender's foul was!
"Ah! Long Shute was knocked to the ground! The Chinese team's attack came to an abrupt end!"
He Wei slapped the table with a slap.
"This is a [-]% foul!"
Xu Yang even put aside his initial rationality and objectivity, and repeatedly condemned the Koreans:
"If the referee can see what just happened, this should give Cho Yong Hyung a red card!"
"Long Shute's expression is very painful, he is clutching his legs, his face is extremely hideous..."
He Wei is more concerned about the situation of the players:
"We even saw that the corners of his eyes were a little wet... Ah, he can't stand up! The team doctor is about to enter the field!"
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"Damn Nima Le Gobi! If you can't prevent it, you will be useless? Dirty Korean stick!"
When the team doctor entered the field, fans in China began to spit.
"Give him a red card! What is the referee still thinking?!"
"Damn! I immediately thought of the 2002 World Cup. Didn't they just kill Italy and Spain with brutal fouls and black calls at home?!"
"Is pig's blood evil? Have you fed dogs in your official career? Why don't you bribe the referee!"
"Without Long Shute, is this Chinese team worth anything?"
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, it will definitely be a fiasco when you wake up tomorrow!"
"Huh? Did the referee draw a card?"
The referee Al-Hamdi from Saudi Arabia finally took out a red card from his pocket. He resolutely raised it up to Cho Rong-Hyung, who looked depressed, and then pointed to the outside of the field, indicating that he can go. .
At the same time, Hamdi also pointed to the penalty spot not far away by the way.
"Red card plus penalty kick? Yes, the referee finally made a correct penalty..."
He Wei breathed a sigh of relief:
"In the 13th minute of the game, the Chinese team gained a numerical advantage and also won a penalty kick. This may alleviate the morale drop caused by Long Shute's injury and leaving the field..."
"Let's not be too optimistic, after all, the penalty kick has not yet been scored." Xu Yang's expression that had just stretched out just now tightened into a ball again, "If Long Shute, who is the most physically fit, is missing, even if the Korean team has one less player to fight, It is also difficult for us to compete with them, after all, the South Korean team has always been undead..."
His voice suddenly stopped.
Because he saw the No. 8 player on the sidelines stand up again.
Long Shute gestured to the team doctor to indicate that he was fine.
He glanced at Zhao Rongheng who was slowly walking out of the court.
I am sorry.
I am indeed a hard-working professional player, but... I am definitely not a good person who doesn't care if his feet are shoveled.
Moreover, my master's name is Suarez.
What I learned from him... it's not just ball control and shooting!
(End of this chapter)