A day later.

Hangzhou Huanglong Sports Center.

As Gao Hongbo said before the game, after the opening, the Chinese team quickly launched an active forward pressure, and the Syrian formation did not retreat, and the two sides continued to form an impact.

At the beginning of the game, the national football team launched a tidal attack, and the players all moved forward, making the fans enthusiastic to watch: ******'s volley was blocked by the opponent's goalkeeper; followed by Han Peng's header and was held in the arms of the opposing goalkeeper; Then there were Zhao Xuyang and Rong Ritian's continuous long-range shots, which kept the opposing goalkeeper busy...... In 6 minutes, the national football team had 4 shots on goal and 3 corner kick opportunities, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before they scored.

Shao Jiayi, who plays the front midfield, is the most threatening figure of the Chinese team, he uses his breakthroughs and passes to impact the door of Syria again and again, in addition to the organization, he also threatens the door guarded by the Syrian goalkeeper Balhous many times with headers and direct free kicks, but unfortunately every millimeter, and the Syrian goalkeeper is like a drug, high and low in front of the goal, and handed over 3 successful saves in less than 15 minutes.

But soon, fans found out that this was just an illusion, and the number of shots on goal by the national football team in these 15 minutes accounted for almost one-third of the whole game.

Before the end of the first half, the national football team launched a second wave of powerful attacks: in the 42nd minute, Dewey Feng sent a straight plug in the middle, and under the involvement of Yang Hao, the Syrian defense made a mistake in leaking the ball.

With the beginning of the second half, Syria slightly exposed the problem of declining physical fitness, and the impact of the midfield has weakened, but the Chinese team still has not many ways to face the opponent's dense defense, and several set-piece impacts have not formed an offensive, not to mention that the physical condition of the Chinese team is not much stronger than the opponent......

The three shots before the end of the first half had exhausted almost all the passion of the national football team. In the second half, in front of the Syrian team, which gradually adapted to the weather, the national football team only had the ability to parry, and completely fell into silence, with few players running actively, just passing the ball mechanically, and then making mistakes. Shao Jiayi, who was particularly active in the first half, only impressive in the second half was blocking his teammate Rong Ritian's powerful volley in front of the opponent's goal.

Qin Gude, who was sitting on the bench, was like a pins and needles, he got up from his seat more than once, and even wanted Mao Sui to recommend himself to the head coach to ask him to play, but the veteran Qu Jiangbo kindly pulled him.

The fans, who were quite active in the first half, fell completely silent in the second half, and the war drums outside the stadium did not sound once. At this moment, a discordant sound suddenly sounded in the stands behind them.

"Gao Hongbo is out of class!"

"The ****** Association is disbanded!"

……

At first, it was just scattered, but as the players on the field played more and more chaotically, these boos gradually became loud.

Gao Hongbo glanced up at the fans, with an indescribable look on his face, only the assistant coach sitting next to him saw the young marshal's body shivering in the cold wind of Hangzhou.

Then he exhaled deeply, got up from his seat, directly crossed Fu Bo, and walked in front of Hao Jun and Qin Gude: "I'll give you 5 minutes to warm up, Xiao Qin plays the right side, Xiao Hao plays the left side, I want to see you completely suppress the opponent's two wings, use your breakthrough to fight for free kicks or corner kicks outside the penalty area, and then hand it over to Shao Jiayi." ”

Hao Jun looked at Qin Gude and nodded vigorously.

On 75 minutes, Jiang Ning and ****** returned to the rest area, and two younger full-backs came on together.

"Brother Shao," Qin Gude greeted Big Brother first, "don't forget to pass the ball to me." ”

Shao Jiayi reluctantly smiled: "Then it's up to the next attack." ”

As he was talking, the football came from the backfield, and after Shao Jia received the ball, he immediately came to a midfield one-two with Zhao Xuyang, observing the running position of his teammates while advancing with the ball.

It's a pity that he watched for a long time, but he didn't find a suitable line for a straight stopper, so he had to continue to dribble the ball to the left side.

When the Syrian midfielder chose to pounce on Shao Jiayi, he suddenly turned around and stabbed the ball in the simplest way to Qin Goode running from the right side while protecting the ball.

"Thanks!" Qin Goode shouted, and the instep of his right foot was already whipped like a whip on the side and back of the football.

This time the shot wasn't as fast as it had been before, but with an elusive arc, it gently and deftly bypassed Balhus's hands and crashed into the gate behind him.

“1-0！” The anchor in charge of CCTV's commentary in this game was Duan Yixuan, who was a little lacking in energy throughout the second half, and he suddenly burst out with a shout, "The Chinese team has taken the lead!" The youngster who had just come on as a substitute opened the Syrian goal with a tricky long-range shot! ”

The cheers and boos that had just resounded throughout the audience disappeared without a trace at this moment.

The drums of war suddenly sounded, and the red flags in the stands fluttered in the cold wind.

Gao Hongbo and Fu Bo sat side by side in the coach's seat, and they didn't even react.

"Entered?" Gao Hongbo's gaze froze slightly, and he asked his partner blankly.

Fu Bo couldn't help but pinched him, making the young marshal grin in pain.

Qin Goode had already finished the celebration with Shao Jiayi and returned to his own half, waiting for Syria to kick off.

"Brother Shao, remember the running position of that guy from Nils, right?" He turned his head and said.

"You mean Peterson?" Shao Jiayi nodded of course, "Do you want to ...... Bottom? ”

Qin Gude smiled confidently: "Do you think they can guard against me?" ”

Shao Jia glanced at the tired full-back in Syria and smiled: "Then it depends on your performance." ”

The Syrian team quickly kicked off and concentrated a few players to attack the hinterland of the Chinese team, but due to physical problems, they did not pass the football into the penalty area, Zhao Xuyang defused the attack with a fierce but very clean tackle, and Rong Ritian drove the ball into the opponent's half, and then handed it to Shao Jiayi, who had already raised his hand.

Shao Jiayi, who received the ball, went sideways, and after seeing that Qin Gude had picked up the speed, he did not hesitate to rub out a long pass with his left foot.

"Shao Jiayi made a long pass to the right, and Qin Gude plugged it in at high speed! There is a very tacit understanding between the two people, such a routine they may have practiced hundreds of times in the Bundesliga, Qin Gude didn't need to turn his head to observe the landing point of the football at all, and received the football flying from behind him with great ease," Duan Yixuan finally became excited, and kept talking like a cannonball, without considering the feelings of the guests around him, and then he immediately **, "He went to the bottom!" He...... He passed! He crosses!! Shao Jiayi! Shao Jia catches the ball! In front of him is half an empty door! Shot! The ball is in!! ”

The rhythmic drums suddenly descended on the stadium like thunder, and countless national flags, large and small, swayed in the hands of the fans.

"Goode!" Shao Jiayi didn't celebrate his goal alone, he ran directly out of the baseline and hugged the assister.

But he was pulled by the young boy: "Go to the coach's seat." ”

Shao Jia was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what he meant, and the two of them rushed to the bench together and completed the high-five celebration with Gao Hongbo and others.

"Remember to fight back!" While Gao Hongbo was excited, he did not forget to give the latest instructions to the players, and he did not want to gain five minutes of black.

In order to strengthen the defense, he simply replaced the single striker Han Dapeng and sent the third midfielder, completely blocking the passage from the middle to the penalty area.

But this can only push Shao Jiayi to the front line, and the tall Shao Jiayi can barely stand between the central defenders in Syria, but it is difficult to play the role of organization and scheduling.

In the three minutes of stoppage time, not to be outdone, Hao Jun also used his breakthrough to ravage Syria's rough defense, but his final shot was too straight for Balhous to slap out.

The attack did not end, the pseudo-center Shao Jiayi rubbed his header in the penalty area, Qin Goode rounded his thigh and made a powerful sideways volley, and Balhous, who had not yet gotten up from the goal line, could only watch a black shadow crash into the net from above him like a bomber.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he can even feel the turf under him tremble slightly.

“3-0！” Duan Yixuan's voice was slightly hoarse, "I know that Qin Gude is a heavy gunner in the Bundesliga, but today is the first time to witness his stunts on the spot, this feeling is really shocking!" The moment he shot at goal, the Syrian midfielders and defenders were completely unresponsive as if they had been spelled and didn't have time to turn around to look for the ball until the ball hit the net, and perhaps we can only see the trajectory of the shot in slow motion. ”

He was right, in slow motion, the shot barely rotated, and the flight path was close to a straight line parallel to the ground, flashing in mid-air like a meteor, and the three Syrian players near the penalty area had no sense of blocking and interception.

Qin Goode was not too excited, he still trotted all the way back to the bench, leaned over slightly and lifted the head coach who was standing on the sidelines.

More than 30,000 spectators sang loudly, drums roared, and huge waves of people rose and fell.

Gao Hongbo's eyes suddenly soured slightly.

Today's wind in Hangzhou is really too big.