When the ball changed, Japan couldn't wait to attack from the middle.

"Left, with people! Behind! Watch it! ”

"Number 4, stand forward, run! Yes, run! ”

"Xiao Jian, kill him! Squeeze it out!! ”

Under the loud command of Ou Chuliang, the Japanese team was either blocked from advancing or could not receive the ball in an offside position.

Especially when the Japanese team noticed that the defense in the middle was dense and planned to open up the way from the wing, Ou Chuliang would immediately command his teammates to use their bodies to resist the Japanese players, and destroy the ball at all costs, whether it was a steal or a break out of the sideline.

In the blink of an eye, the defenders of the National Olympic Games turned into sappers, and they did not hesitate to fulfill Ou Chuliang's instructions.

And when they found that they had an advantage in the physical confrontation against the Japanese players, one by one they became full of self-confidence.

"That's interesting!" The fans in the stands saw the clue, "This TM is timid when the number of people is equal, and now there is one less person, how dare you be tough?" ”

"Who said it wasn't! There's no substitution! Rad is so powerful? What did you say at halftime? The first half and the second half were completely two teams! If we play like this, we might even win! ”

"Win? Don't even think about winning! The friend on the side snorted softly, "It would be nice if we could drag the game into extra time and then kick a penalty!" At that point, we'll have an advantage, hehehe..."

"Yes! How did I not think of that? The fan looked at Ou Chuliang, who was so light on the goal line, slapped his thigh and said: "We have Ou Chuliang, are you still afraid of playing a penalty with Little Japan?" ”

At this moment, the ball came to the feet of Hidetoshi Nakata again.

The No. 14 player, who bears the glory of Japan's new generation of football, has already stretched out one foot before he can step on the ball the moment he receives it.

"Damn!" Nakata hurriedly pulled back and turned around, facing the visitor with his back.

However, Peng Weijun didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, and directly hit Nakata Hidetoshi's back.

The impact was not strong, and Nakata could barely hold on to his feet; The impact was not small, and for a moment Nakata almost lost possession of the ball.

"Damn, when did this group of Chinese force the defense so tightly?"

It was not that the defense was tight, but that under the command of Ou Chuliang, the position of the defenders of the National Olympic Games changed.

The Japanese team is a very rigorous team, and among the strong teams of the yellow race in East Asia, if the strength of the Korean team is endurance, then the advantage of the Japanese team is execution.

Japanese football has very strict tactics, and players are willing to be a screw because of their national characteristics. Therefore, it is often seen on the football field that as long as the coach does not change the tactics, even if every attack is aborted before the start, the Japanese team will still adopt the same way and attack over and over again.

When the tactical style of play is enough to penetrate the opponent, such a style of play will give the Japanese team an advantage; When the tactical style of play is limited by the opponent, this habit can also stumble the Japanese team.

And in this game, the Japanese team's attacking method is also very clear. There are six midfielders, but the ball actually ends up at Nakata's feet, and it's up to him to choose how to attack.

It is not an exaggeration to say that restricting Nakata will limit the attack of the entire Japanese team.

Based on this judgment, it was easy for Ou Chuliang to deduce the passing route of the Japanese team and the timing of Nakata's response. As long as a teammate is arranged at the right time to stick to him before he catches the ball, so that he does not go well from the beginning of receiving the ball, then the overall attack of the Japanese team will be limited.

Although some players saw in the first half that the Japanese team's attack always started at the foot of Nakata, there was no unified command, and everyone fought separately, so they could only stare at Nakata and pose a threat to the National Olympic gate again and again.

Now, it has become difficult for Nakata to even turn around, and the defensive pressure of the National Olympic Games has immediately decreased.

"Nakata, this way!" Seeing that Nakata Hideshou was squeezed to death by Peng Weijun, Maezono Zhensheng hurriedly came over to ask for the ball.

In desperation, Nakata kicked back and distanced himself from Peng Weijun to reorganize the attack.

After more than ten minutes of playing in the second half, the fans gradually figured out the taste.

"What's wrong with this little Japan? Obviously there is one more person, why is the offense completely inferior to the first half? ”

"No, isn't it good? That means we've got our chance! ”

"Come and shout together, Chinese team!"

"Come on!"

"Team China!"

"Come on!!"

The cheers of Chinese fans gradually sounded in the stands, and Nakata's heart became even more confused.

"Damn, damn it! Why is it that every time I move, it feels like someone is expecting? ”

In order to be able to dribble comfortably, Nakata had to keep retreating. But away from the penalty area, he was no threat even if he controlled the ball.

After three times and two times, Maezono stood up: "Nakata-kun, I'll come!" ”

Of course, the Japanese team has more than one core of Nakata, and when Nakata is restricted, the other players have to step up and share his pressure.

"Nope! Maezono-kun, I'm okay! ”

After Nakata finished speaking, he wrapped one arm around Sun Jianjun's body, took advantage of the momentum to forcibly twist one leg, and his body circled around Sun Jianjun like a compass, ignoring the latter's pull, and forcibly brought the ball forward.

Seeing Nakata's success in such an arrogant way, the fans of the Japanese team shouted again.

"Nakata! Nakata! Nakata! ”

Hidetoshi Nakata, who was running with the ball, turned a deaf ear to the shouts of the fans, and in his eyes, there was only the National Olympic goal thirty meters away, and the man standing on the goal line.

"Pass it to me!"

In the face of Zhang's defense, Nakata cleverly distributed the ball to Shoji Joji on the side. Before the ball could be kicked, he shouted a pass.

Shoji Joji subconsciously made a wall collision for Nakata, and when he saw the ball return to his feet, Nakata couldn't help it anymore and volleyed directly in front of the top of the arc.

"Bang!"

"You want to stop me? Hum! Seeing the ball coming out of the gap between Zhu Qi and Xiao Jian, Nakata Hidetoshi couldn't help but be proud of his footwork.

Who knew that in the next second, Ou Chuliang appeared in front of the ball, lowered his head, and held the ball steadily.

It wasn't until then that Nakata suddenly discovered that it wasn't his own outstanding footwork, but a loophole deliberately created by the other party.

Then, Ou Chuliang, who had the ball, took two steps forward, swept sideways, and kicked the ball forward.

"Attack!"

As Ou Chuliang roared, Zhang Jihua, Zhu Qi, and Peng Weijun, who were standing in a line, also ripped off their cheeks and shouted loudly like passing a beacon fire.

"Rush forward! Rush forward!! Rush forward !! ”

Seeing Yang Chen ferrying the ball to Xie Hui's feet, the Chinese fans in the stands hurriedly shouted.

If Huang Jianxiang in the broadcast room hadn't been in charge of the commentary, he might have to shout loudly with the fans at this time.

"Yang Chen's header..."

"Xie Hui..."

"Xie Hui rushed over!"

Xie Hui took the ball in stride, kicked the ball five meters away, and then rushed behind the Japanese defenders.

With such an arrogant human ball, Xie Hui no longer conserves his physical strength.

Ito Hui, who was following behind Xie Hui, saw that there was no hope of chasing the ball, so he could only reach out and pull Xie Hui down from behind.

In the 72nd minute of the game, the national Olympic team won a set-piece in front of the Japanese penalty area 27 meters away.

"Sun Jianjun runs..."

"Kicked a midpoint..."

"Yang Chen, Yang Chen, Yang Chen..."

"Header !!"

"It's in!"

In Huang Jianxiang's near-silence, Yang Chen took advantage of the gap between the Japanese players surrounding Xie Hui, and suddenly ran from the outside of the crowd to the front point, jumped high against the ball, shook the header, and pushed the ball towards the gate of the Japanese team.

Kawaguchi was obscured by his teammates, and by the time he detected Yang Chen's header path, it was too late.

Before his outstretched left arm could fully spread, the ball flew past his fingertips and into the net.

The moment the ball was wrapped in the net, the audience resounded with a thunderous shout.

"Oh !!oh oh

There are so many things that the fans shout, and when they are mixed together, no one can hear what they are shouting.

"No. 12 Yang Chen!"

"Yang Chen has made meritorious contributions!!"

Huang Jianxiang deliberately lowered his voice, but raised his pitch. That kind of low roar that comes out of the throat infects every Chinese fan who watched this game.

Looking at the National Olympic players who ran to the sidelines to celebrate, Maezono Shinsheng came to Nakata, who was in a cold body, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Nakata-kun, the coach has something to do with you." ”

Nakata Hidetoshi subconsciously looked at the sidelines, and on the sign held up by the fourth official, the number composed of small red lights happened to be the number he was carrying.

"Maezono-kun, I..."

"Nakata-kun, you don't need to say it anymore. You've done your best, so we'll do the rest. ”

Nakata Hidetoshi opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything after all.

Amid the cheers of the Chinese fans, Hidetoshi Nakata silently left the court.