June 18, 2014. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maracanã Arena.

'I've been working on the tactical setup for four days and I don't have anything to stress anymore and remember what I just said, the Dutch team is not necessarily as tough as the Ivory Coast.

Lippi raised his left hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist: "You still have almost ten minutes of free adjustment time." ”

With that, Lippi beckoned his aides and substitutes to leave together, leaving the eleven starters in the dressing room.

Qin Good, the captain of the Chinese team, looked at his teammates around him, some opened the books they carried with them, some listened to soothing music, some took out their handheld computers and rubbed a game, and some even took out the time to scroll through Weibo......

He didn't stand up and give these people another pre-game mobilization to encourage them, he just closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

This is not the final round, so what is there to be nervous about?

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"Hi dear God!"

In the players' corridor, Dutch captain Robin van Persie and Qin Goode hugged warmly.

"Ha, Robin, I watched yesterday's press conference," Qin Gude punched him, "I heard that someone wants to teach me how to be a man with practical actions?" ”

Van Persie had a big smile on his face: "You know, as captain of the national team, I always have to say something. I can't tell tens of millions of Dutch compatriots that we, the Dutch team, will raise our hands and surrender to you, right? ”

Of course, Qin Gude understood this truth, he put a hand on Van Persie's shoulder and put his mouth next to the other party's ear: "Don't blame me for not informing you in advance, you will definitely be very uncomfortable in this game." ”

General Fan raised his eyebrows like a sharp sword: "You are the same." ”

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"Audience friends, the second round of the group stage is about to start, the players on both sides have entered, and the two captains are exchanging team flags," the CCTV commentator in charge of this key matchup is Zhang Bin, the big man of the sports channel, "Dutch captain Van Persie and national football captain Qin Goode are the club's partners, and the two have been talking and laughing before the game, it can be seen that the private relationship between the two of them is very friendly, Zhang Zhi, you should be clear, right? ”

"Hehe, hehe, that's right, the two of them are quite good on and off the court," special guest Zhang Lu laughed, "but I believe that once the game officially starts, they will never show mercy." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Bin's attention returned to the court, "Qin Gude guessed the coin correctly, and the Chinese team got the right to kick off first, this small victory may be a good sign for us." ”

Van Persie, who lost the kick-off, didn't take the little thing to heart either, fastening the captain's armband on his arm and slowly walking outside the centre circle to start the game.

His eyes swept over the faces of his red-shirted opponents across the street, and despite the tactical lessons Van Gaal had given them before the game, he still couldn't match the names of the Chinese players one by one, and the only thing he could remember was the tattooed player who looked a bit like the Spanish defender Sergio Ramos......

However, even if the genuine Ramos was beaten by the Dutch team's furious attack, and let St. Cassie pick up the ball and pick up the doubtful life, what can you do with a Chinese copycat Ramos?!

"The Chinese team kicks off! The competition is officially on! ”

Zhang Bin raised his voice slightly: "CCTV, CCTV, audience friends, ......"

In his opening introduction, Gao Feilin knocked the ball to Zhang Xizhe, and then returned to Qin Goode.

Qin Goode split the ball on the left side, Rong Ritian dribbled in from behind, and five players from the Chinese team flocked to the Dutch team's half-court area at the same time.

"As soon as the Chinese team kicked off, it pressed hard! It seems that Lippi wants to hit the other party by surprise! "Zhang Bin was very excited to see the national football team attacking so actively, but he soon discovered a problem," Zhang Zhi ...... Why don't I understand today's lineup? ”

Zhang Lu also frowned: "Goalkeeper Zeng Cheng, Feng Xiaoting, Li Xuepeng, and Zhang Linpeng are of course central defenders, Rong Ritian and Sun Jihai are separated, Zheng Zhi and Zhao Xuyang are still the back, Gao Feilin is the center, and the rest of Zhang Xizhe and Qin Gude are ...... Do you want them to play as two wing-backs? ”

But it's not.

Qin Gude had no intention of taking charge of the side at all, he just moved two steps closer to the left and put on a posture that he could respond at any time.

Of course, Gao Feilin was directly on the Dutch guard line, Qin Gude was a few steps behind, Zhang Xizhe was half a position behind, and the three of them rushed towards the Netherlands in an almost equilateral triangle local formation.

The first opponent Rong Ritian met was of course Robben, perhaps because of lack of preparation, or maybe too careless, Luo Laohan stretched his foot twice in a row and did not cut off the football from under his feet, and finally let him complete the breakthrough with the ball.

Robben was on the verge of reaching the limit of glory, not to mention that the space between the two Dutch defences had been compressed a lot, and he was not at all sure that he could continue to break through the defense of Dutch right wing-back Daryl Janmaat.

Janmatt didn't rush to grab it, and he already knew the characteristics of the defender in the pre-match arrangement, so he just stuck the passage from the side to cut in from the side, trying to force Rong Ritian to the corner flag area.

But Rong Ritian did not let him succeed, but passed the ball to Zheng Zhi who was later in the position before Janmatt pressed up, who did not waste time, and directly hit a diagonal pass, and Sun Jihai on the right side met the ball with a cross!

The arc is too big! The ball is too fast!

But everyone can see that the quality of this cross is quite high!

"Well, Sun Jihai's cross skills are still second to none among the players of this national team!" Zhang Bin praised it, then glanced at the guests, and hurriedly added, "Except for Qin Gude, of course." ”

Zhang Lu nodded and recognized his evaluation, because even though Sun Jihai is 37 years old, many of his technical skills are still much more solid than those young juniors who do not want to make progress in China.

Just as they were talking, Sun Jihai's cross had flown into the Dutch team's penalty area, and the two central defenders, Ron Vlaar and Steven De Vrij, were suddenly on the verge of becoming a big enemy, and they blocked Gao Feilin, who had rushed into the penalty area, one after the other.

Gao Feilin struggled to jump near the penalty spot!

Not to be outdone, Vlaar and De Vrij jumped up!

"It's too high!" Zhang Bin watched with regret as the football flew in the air nearly a foot above Gao Feilin's head, "Gao Feilin and the defenders failed to touch the ball!" ”

Zhang Lu clenched his fists without saying a word, because he saw a red figure rushing towards the goal from outside the penalty area!

Red shirt and white pants, the number is 7!

Soccer is falling!

Qin Gude jumped on the line of the big forbidden area!

"Bang!"

His forehead was strong and he hit the football!

Dutch goalkeeper Jasper Cillessen has already been attracted to the right side by Gao Feilin, and the door of the Dutch team is equivalent to an empty goal for Qin Goode!

What's the reason not to score?!

The white net undulates like a wave, and this white wave ripples in the hearts of every fan.

During the live broadcast at the Maracanã Stadium, Qin Good, who had completed the high-altitude bombing, fell heavily in front of the goal.

“ＣＨＩＮＡ，１； ＮＥＴＨＥＲＬＡＮＤ，０，ＡＮＤ－ｔｈｅ－ｓｃｏｒｅｒ－ｉｓ－Ｎｏ．７，ＧＯＯＤ…… ＱＩＮ！ (To be continued.) )