After listening to the views expressed by my grandson Chen Tang, the room immediately fell silent.

Chen Tang wanted to refute, but he couldn't find the focus of refutation for a while. Although the Chinese team is still ahead, he himself doesn't know how, and he always feels that there is a haze lingering in his heart.

"Uh... We're on the offensive, yes, there shouldn't be any problems, right? Chen Tang closed his mouth after muttering to himself, saying this was actually emboldening himself.

For a Japanese fan who has a deep understanding of Chinese football, my grandson Chen Tang can completely throw out national emotions to look at the game.

There are many reasons why a fan likes a team.

Either this team has had a glorious moment in the past, or there is some touching story about this team. It's either the team's hometown team, or there's a star on the team who is loved by the fans.

My grandson, Chen Tang, is a fan of the True Saint of Qianyuan. And when the Japanese Olympic team fell at the feet of the Chinese team, my grandson Chen Tang fell in love with the Chinese team because of Ou Chuliang.

He can't guarantee whether he will change camps in the future, but Ou Chuliang has always exuded a charm that makes my grandson Chen Tang unable to extricate himself.

Confident, calm, brave, decisive... My grandson Chen Tang himself doesn't know why he idolized Ou Chuliang. But on the first day of school, when Chen Tang pasted a poster of Ou Chuliang with his back against the doorpost on the wall of the dormitory, my grandson Chen Tang knew that he would not change idols again in the four years of college.

The delicate face is full of youthful vitality, and the sun-colored skin is a representative of the healthiest men in Asia. Whenever he is, he is chewing gum, with a handsome face and an indifferent face.

Just like the save just now.

In the 24th minute, Saudi Arabia, which was beaten by the Chinese team at the beginning, finally kicked the first shot.

No. 9 Jabel took advantage of General Fan's sudden insertion, and hurriedly got up under the joint attack of Xu Hong and Li Bing. The ball flew through the legs of the two and flew straight to the gate of the Chinese team, Ou Chuliang knelt on one knee, took it with both hands, and firmly held the ball that bounced up close to the ground in his arms.

"I really hope that Ou Sang can continue to be calm like this forever!" Although my grandson Chen Tang was not optimistic about the performance of the Chinese team for the rest of the first half, he still sent his blessings to Ou Chuliang from the bottom of his heart.

Ou Chuliang, who got up with the ball, raised his right arm and signaled his teammates not to worry.

After checking the lap, he decisively crossed Wei Qun and threw the ball to Sun Jihai on the right side.

After Sun Jihai won the ball, he didn't realize Ou Chuliang's intentions, looked at the open space in front of him, accelerated and ran forward with the ball.

"Hey?"

"Hey!"

Ou Chuliang opened his mouth to stop Sun Jihai, but found that he had already run a long way away.

"This kid has a lot of energy!" Ou Chuliang sighed lightly, and planned to give him a good "coaching" when he got the ball next time.

This time offensively, Sun Jihai made a one-two cooperation with Ma Mingyu in the midfield, and then rushed towards the Saudi Arabian penalty area in the middle.

After attracting two defenders, Sun Jihai knocked the ball with his right foot decisively and passed the ball horizontally to Gao Feng, who had a large gap on the right side.

Gao Feng did not break through at full speed after receiving the ball, but stopped the ball on the penalty line, waited for the Saudi defender to make up for it in front of him, and took the opportunity to seek an opportunity to pass the opponent.

After two unsuccessful shakes in a row, Gao Feng flicked the ball to the right and tried to dodge the angle to shoot. But the Saudi defender is not a vegetarian either, his heel is in gear, and he immediately unloads most of the power of the ball that was shot out, which was confiscated by Saudi goalkeeper Diayeya on the ground.

"Ahh What a great opportunity. ”

"Just a little bit."

"Gao Feng missed the opportunity to extend the score for the Chinese team."

In Liu Jianhong's soft sigh, the coach of the Iranian team made a decisive substitution. No. 15 veteran Tunayan came on and replaced No. 2 Hani.

Taking advantage of the substitutions, the Saudis quickly threw a throw-in. The No. 8 midfielder dribbled the ball all the way unimpeded, and directly dribbled the ball into the encirclement of the Chinese defenders.

However, just as the ball was about to be cut off at his feet, No. 8 took advantage of his left foot when he fell to the ground and pushed the ball into the gap on the left side of the crowd.

In an instant, three defenders of the Chinese team were thrown on the same side, and the left side defense was completely out of position.

Jabeur, who was following up, slashed into the penalty area and fired a right-footed shot before General Fan collided.

Ou Chuliang made a save in an instant, and his body fell to the ground almost at the same time as the ball came out, and with a palm of his right hand, he pushed the ball out of the goal frame.

"Ou Chuliang!"

"And..."

In Huang Jianxiang's low voice, the Saudi Arabian striker who grabbed the point appeared in front of the goal at some point. Fortunately, his speed was a little too fast, and the ball that Ou Chuliang saved rolled behind him.

But just when the fans of the Chinese team in front of the TV breathed a sigh of relief, the second one who rushed into the screen was still a white robe.

The No. 15 Tunayan shot with his left foot from almost a 0-degree angle, and the ball rolled through the small goal of the fast defense Zhang Jihua and rolled into the net under Ou Chuliang's armpit.

"Bang!"

Smoke and dust rose in front of the door, and the right side of Ou Chuliang's body fell the turf.

There was no impact from hand to foot, and Ou Chu's conscience sank, and he immediately heard the cheers of the fans.

That kind of voice can't be made by the fans of the Chinese team.

No. 15 Tunayan jumped on the back of his teammate immediately after scoring the goal, and his teammate ran under the Saudi fan stand with the goal-scorer on his back, enjoying the love of the fans.

Looking at the goals in the net, Xu Hong and General Fan didn't react much.

How did this goal go in in the blink of an eye?

"Xiao Sun, come here!" General Fan beckoned Sun Jihai on the right side to his side, "I'll tell you, don't look at your position when you're right forward, but you can't slip when it's time to defend." Otherwise, that's the result, isn't it? ”

Faced with the lesson of the vice captain, the youngest Sun Jihai could only keep his head down.

He is no longer a right-back, and if the goal is entirely due to Tunayan, who flanked him on the right, it was also the pot of No. 3 Wei Qun. But before that, whether it was the No. 9 striker who had been in front of the goal by the Iranian team, or Jabeur, who had a shot denied, and the No. 8, who sent a deadly through stopper, all contributed greatly to this goal.

These 4 points, as long as there is a defender in place, the Chinese team will not pick up the ball from the net as it is now.

The 19-year-old Ou Chuliang has done his best to contribute a limit save, but the second landing point was still grabbed by the Saudi team. There is always someone to carry this pot.

Looking at Sun Jihai, who lowered his head on the screen and peeked at his teammates from the curtain of naturally curly hair, my grandson Chen Tang sighed: "Sun is not to blame for this ball at all, he has no defensive responsibility at all!" If you want to blame it, you should blame the player who lost the position first, I'll see, it's..."

Just when my grandson Chen Tang was watching the slow motion to trace the source, Sun Jihai suddenly raised his head, and he heard someone calling him.

"What's the matter?" Sun Jihai took two steps towards Ou Chuliang, his brows furrowed.

The vice-captain and centre-back said I can do it, do you want a goalkeeper my age to blame me at will?

Ignoring the resentment on Sun Jihai's face, Ou Chuliang said calmly: "Let's have a steady rhythm, now we are leading by one goal, don't be in a hurry to attack." ”

"Anything else?" Sun Jihai said impatiently.

"It's gone."

"Oh." Seeing that Ou Chuliang had nothing else to do, Sun Jihai decisively turned around and left, returning to his position.

Ou Chuliang pinched his waist and looked at his teammates who were rearranging the football in the center circle, not knowing what he was thinking.

After recovering a goal, Saudi Arabia's attack has clearly improved.

In the 30th minute, Gao Feng, who was dribbling the ball on the right side, was cut off by a Saudi defender. When the Saudi defenders got up and broke through with the ball, the Saudi counterattack unfolded from the back.

Before he could take the ball past the halfway line, the Saudi defender flicked the corner of his eye and suddenly kicked the ball to the left side of the Chinese team.

The ball flew out of a precise parabola in the air, accurately smashed into the face of No. 10 Jabeur, and bounced towards the Chinese team's penalty area.

Ou Chuliang looked at the ball that was not far away and not close to it, and he was not attacking at this distance, so he could only stay on the line of the small penalty area and wait for his teammates to support.

didn't hear the referee's whistle, left-back Li Bing reacted and hurriedly turned to chase Jabeur.

Fortunately, Jabeur's face stopped the ball too far, and when Jabeur caught up with the ball on the penalty line, Li Bing had already chased behind Jabeur.

Adjusting the time of stopping the ball, Jabeur's shooting route has been blocked by Li Bing. But Jabeur had already given up shooting, and after stepping on the ball, he actually stepped forward again, inside the left penalty area of the Chinese team, along the penalty line towards the bottom line.

Li Bing kept running forward a meter away from Jabeur, and when Jabeur crossed with his foot, his outstretched left leg didn't touch anything.

The ball crossed in front of Ou Chuliang at great speed, and Ou Chuliang, who blocked the near corner, hurriedly turned around and chased towards the back point.

But at this time, General Fan and Xu Hong both blocked in front of Ou Chuliang and blocked the near corner, but Xu Hong's flying tackle did not touch the ball.

At the moment when Xu Hong missed the ball, Saudi No. 10 Mahalel suddenly came out from the back point and stopped the ball in front of Xu Hong. Without waiting for Xu Hong to get up and tiptoe, the ball passed over Xu Hong and drilled directly into the upper corner of the goal against the goalpost. Whether it was Ou Chuliang, who couldn't save him, or General Fan, who was caught in the middle and did nothing, or Xu Hong, who had just gotten up from the ground, the three of them looked at each other and were speechless.

In less than ten minutes, the Chinese team was scored twice by Saudi Arabia in almost the same place. When the score was equalized, half of the stadium fell into dead silence, while the other half fell into a boil.

In the game hall, my grandson Chen Tang had such an expression, shaking his head and sighing again and again.

"I'm really afraid of something, but I didn't expect my worst fear to happen."

The classmates around me stopped arguing and even forgot about the bet. Looking at the Saudi striker rushing on the screen, everyone felt as if their throats were blocked, and they wanted to say something, but they couldn't say it, and their hearts were very uncomfortable.

"Why is this happening?" After a while, Chen Tang asked a question that everyone wanted to ask.

"The Chinese team will not play the lead." My grandson Chen Tang explained. "I have studied the previous games of the Chinese team, and many times when they are drawn or even behind, they will catch up and try to score goals; But once you are ahead, you don't know how to play. ”

"There have been many such examples, and the successive managers of the Chinese team don't seem to have noticed this, and they don't seem to have done such exercises."

In the end, the Chinese team today is still the same as before, and the players have become half-hearted after taking the lead. Some people want to defend, some people want to keep attacking. If the players are not aligned, there will naturally be differences in their actions, and there will be various loopholes in the formation. ”

"I see." The roommates nodded, my grandson Chen Tang said.

Judging from the slow-motion replay, Li Bing still did not have any defensive awareness after the opponent's defender passed. When the ball flew over his head and turned to find Jabeur receiving the ball behind him, Li Bing remembered that he was going to defend the opponent. During this period, even if he reacted a second earlier, the ball would not have been easily obtained by Jabeur, and he went all the way into the penalty area.

Obviously, Li Bing's thinking on the left side is still stuck on the attack just now, and it will be so sluggish when switching between attack and defense.

“... Xiao Sun, let me tell you, that ball can't let him get up so easily. If you stepped forward to fill in the position, even if he really got up and passed the ball, he wouldn't pass it so well, don't you say?! ”

General Fan called Sun Jihai in front of him again and reprimanded him loudly.

Xu Hong, as the captain, was silent on the side, and his long-term tacit cooperation let him know what he should and should not do at this moment.

General Fan's voice was so loud, ostensibly he was teaching Sun Jihai a lesson, but in fact, he was "pointing at Sang and scolding Huai", and said it to the real object. And the harder he scolds, the louder he is, the more he represents his dissatisfaction.

But how could the young Sun Jihai understand this?

Just before the opponent's defender passed, Sun Jihai saw that Gao Feng had been following behind the opponent to press, so he didn't go to make up for the defense, but retreated to the middle line and waited for a pinch attack with Gao Feng. But who would have thought that the opposing defender would get up and pass the ball two or three meters from the halfway line, and send the ball right over his own head and be received by his teammates.

This has nothing to do with him Sun Jihai, especially the last Mahalel shot, more because General Fan and Xu Hong couldn't run, and they didn't clear the ball out of the bottom line before Ou Chuliang rushed to the far corner.

After thinking about this goal from beginning to end again, Sun Jihai felt more and more wronged.

Seeing that General Fan was still teaching himself a loud "yes, yes, yes" in front of him, Sun Jihai finally mustered up the courage to raise his head and said loudly: "What does it have to do with me if I lose this ball?" I was near the halfway line when I scored. If you run a little faster and kick the ball off the line early, why should you put the blame on me? ”

"Yo? You little ghost, dare to talk back? You want to go against the sky, don't you? General Fan was "pointing at Sang and scolding Huai" and said happily, but he didn't expect Sun Jihai to stop "cooperating with the performance" at this time, and he was suddenly angry, and his temper, which he had finally suppressed after losing the ball, also "poofed" up.

"Little Sun, I'll tell you. Young people can't..."

Before General Fan could finish speaking, he felt his shoulders sink and felt a hand patting him behind him.

Turning around, General Fan saw a patch of white latex.

Ou Chuliang had a gloomy face, and his left hand stretched out five fingers in front of General Fan.

"Xiao, Xiaoou, what do you mean, what do you mean?"

Ou Chuliang's aura was gloomy, and the air around him plummeted by two or three degrees. Sun Jihai finally mustered up a flame of resistance, and was extinguished by Ou Chuliang in an instant.

"Brother Fan, we are the back five. Rear five, you know? ”

"W-What?"

"Back five, don't make offsides, won't you?"

After Ou Chuliang finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the ball in the net without looking back.