Fan Haidong was stunned for a moment, and then immediately turned red: "This, this is just nonsense! Ai Huan has experience no matter what, compared to Tan Lin and Zhou Ju, not to mention his level, I don't understand why the more such players we have, the less we will reuse them? Could it be that football in our country has developed to the point where there are too many geniuses to use up? And how many years have this been, how can we still make such low-level mistakes? There is still such a long time to start the game, and they have already handed in the starting lineup, can't they just calm down and wait for it?"

The director didn't know what to say if he was asked to say this, so he immediately made a gesture to cut the advertisement, Xie Quan had no choice but to interrupt Fan Haidong's words and sent the advertisement.

Zhang Dao, who had been looking very calm when he put down the microphone, suddenly slapped the table fiercely, this time not only Xie Quan, but even Fan Haidong was startled, and when he looked at it, he saw Zhang Dao's eyes reddened slightly, "Haidong, these words you said are all from experience, and I also agree with the way you say it, but it seems that this time these children are going to be harmed by those people again! You should also know that they never look down on geniuses, they only like obedient fools!"

Neither of them has cooperated with Zhang Dao, and no one expected that Mr. Zhang, who was gentle and elegant in front of the screen, would be like this, all of them had grown their mouths, and they didn't react for a long time.

After a long time, Fan Haidong suddenly sighed: "A few days ago, I read a book that said that I had the intention to kill a thief and I couldn't return to heaven, and I was very touched at that time, isn't this my state of mind in those years? But Ai Huan is much better than me, at least he can still play abroad now." ”

Fan Haidong has been in the football world for many years, not only as a player but also as a coach manager, it can be said that he is very familiar with football, although he is not necessarily a good coach but his ability to read the game is indeed superhuman, and the match between China and South Korea is almost exactly according to his predictions.

The South Korean national youth team made the most of its own advantages, repeatedly put pressure on the Chinese/national team, and their coordination and technology were obviously higher than the Chinese team.

And this is not the most deadly, the real fatal is that the Chinese/national team is simply unable to carry out an effective counterattack, Zhou Ju once disappeared on the field, this striker who was previously pinned on high hopes looked useless in front of the South Koreans, and Tan Lin was even more at a loss, and finally had no choice but to return to the back line to participate in the defense, but the problem also came from him.

In the eleventh minute, the South Korean team won a corner kick opportunity, and Tan Lin put the ball into his own goal when he was fighting for the top, and the Chinese/national team began to fall behind. Tan Lin's mistake not only hit him hard, but also made the entire Chinese/national team become a little blind, and they once again entered a period of panic, as if everyone couldn't play football all of a sudden.

Just two minutes later, South Korea attacked again, with a low cross from the left, Cho Yong-chul, who was ambushing at the edge of the box, got up and shot at the goalkeeper's foot, and the ball bounced off the goalkeeper's foot into the goal, giving South Korea a 2-0 lead.

Like all the previous encounters with Koreans in the tournament, the Chinese/national team collapsed. Whether it is tactical, technical or any other means have lost their effectiveness, they are running around the field like a swarm of headless flies, and the South Korean team's offensive wave after wave, for a period of time almost every Korean attack will make the Chinese/national team's goalkeeper rumor, if it weren't for the goalkeeper's good performance, plus the luck of the Koreans is generally ten to zero now.

It wasn't until the end of the first half that South Korea scored again, this time it was their captain Koo Zi-cheol, who scored the third goal with a leap of fish, and the goal was not spectacular, but the problem was that he was surrounded by tall players, and none of them grabbed the first point, which was simply a sigh.

Fan Haidong said a few words at the beginning, but the more he got to the back, the more reluctant he was to speak, fortunately, there were old fritters like Zhang Dao, otherwise Xie Quan, who still belonged to the newcomer, would really be at a loss. He didn't like football very much before, but since the last game he really felt as if there was nothing in the world that could compare to that excitement, but this one put down the interest he had just raised, and his commentary became more and more weak. Later, a netizen commented very aptly about the scene at that time: "I thought they were all dead at that time, and someone was mourning?

In this case, the first half was over, and when the whistle blew, several Chinese/Chinese players were all lying on the ground panting for breath, looking as if they had just been fished out of the water.

"It's too tense! This kind of game is torturous for everyone!" Fan Haidong finally spoke, but this time he didn't say sarcastic anymore but said very emotionally, "I remember this feeling, how many times we have felt this way! If we don't adjust in the second half, I'm afraid we will lose everything." At the end, he couldn't help but sigh, and he didn't know how much emotion was contained in his tone.

Hearing this, the three of them were all shocked, and their hearts were more or less sad, and the scenes of those inexplicable failures over the years and the scenes of falling into the sand again appeared in front of them, and they were all silent immediately, and even the director couldn't help but feel tears in his eyes, and couldn't help but turn his head.

The situation in the second half has not changed, and I don't know if Su Chunming did anything within fifteen minutes of halftime, anyway, the performance of the Chinese team is the same as in the first half, almost everyone thinks that everything is over, and they can't see any hope at all.

Su Chunming's hand was in his pocket and he was holding his cigarette case tightly, but he didn't take it out and just held it tightly, and his mind was no longer on the court at this time. He didn't say a word for fifteen minutes, and he didn't even enter the lounge, because it was as dead and silent as a graveyard, and even he couldn't breathe, let alone the young players.

What would he do if it was an old lord at this time? Su Chunming kept asking himself, he had always taken the old lord as his ultimate goal over the years, because he was also a member of the golden generation back then, so he also had a lot of contact with the old lord, and the old lord said a lot to him, which was his life motto.