"Don't move, my!"

The moment the voice sounded, Zhang Jihua's upper body subconsciously moved half a step to the right, and Zhongshan Masashi, who was carrying No. 32 on his back, couldn't brake, and his chin almost hit Zhang Jihua's shoulder.

Smack!

There was a splash in front of the Chinese team, and Ou Chuliang, who flew forward, instantly hugged the ball and rolled on the ground. After getting up, he threw his long arm and threw the ball to Wu Chengying on the side.

From the beginning of the game, Ou Chuliang was in excellent condition and full of energy.

Every interception, every catch is so smooth and natural, without the slightest drag.

Ladd's pre-game motivation sounds a bit mysterious, and even Ma Mingyu and General Fan can't understand why.

But for Ou Chuliang, the restlessness in his heart has never stopped.

For him, if he can't go to the World Cup, what's the point of living?

Three games, three defeats, zero playing time.

This is an eternal pain for Ou Chuliang.

Only make up for it with the World Cup.

From the moment he joined Jianlibao, he swore that no one could stop him from going to the World Cup!

Since the start of the game, Zhang Jihua has also played very comfortably. Every command of Ou Chuliang will make him react subconsciously, and he doesn't have to think about it at all, the technical movements made by his body just fit the goalkeeper.

The tacit understanding formed by this kind of conditioned reflex is not something that any goalkeeper can give, even the club's teammates Chen Gang and Han Wenhai, Zhang Jihua did not find this seamless feeling in them.

Looking at Ou Chuliang, who quickly retreated from his side to his position after throwing the ball with his hand, Zhang Jihua felt a sense of security from the depths of his heart.

With such a goalkeeper in the rear, what are we afraid of?

With such a goalkeeper on the goal line, why can't we play against Japan?

The most difficult top 10 matches have already passed, and now there is only one game left, and the opponent is still the old enemy Japan.

The power left by the older generation of international players is still there, and the players will even have a sense of superiority when playing against the Japanese team.

The simplest point is that the players from both sides stood in two rows when they entered the stadium, and the fans could clearly see that the Japanese players were on average a head shorter.

If the "Koreanophobia" in the past two years is the result of malicious hype by the media, no one has ever said that the Chinese team can't even win the Japanese team.

Yes, what are we afraid of in the face of little Japan?

Maybe we'll be able to go to the World Cup this time!

At this thought, Wu Chengying's eyes lit up. The foot accelerated, and he suddenly surpassed Naba Hao by half a body.

"What is he going to do?"

Before he could react, a red figure stopped in front of him at some point, causing him to slow down immediately to avoid stumbling on the other party's feet and falling.

"Is he crazy?"

Just like ignoring the feelings of the car behind when overtaking, Wu Chengying's inchement didn't consider the inertia of Mingbo Hao's running at all, and didn't even think about whether the other party would "step on the brakes", so he moved sideways domineeringly and rushed over with the ball in front of Mingbo Hao.

Looking at Wu Chengying's back, Ming Bohao gritted his teeth with hatred.

"What a barbarism! Boy, you won't be so lucky next time! ”

No one expected that Wu Chengying would get rid of Naba Hao's defense in this way, and by the time Naoki Soma wanted to fill the position, Wu Chengying had already brought the ball to the penalty area.

"Wu Chengying cut inside!" With Huang Jianxiang's explanation, the hearts of fans across the country also rose.

"Yishun..."

"Still dribbling..."

When he saw Wu Chengying pull sideways to avoid Soma Naoki, Huang Jianxiang couldn't guess what he was going to do next.

Wu Chengying rarely dribbles forward with the ball on the field, and even if she attacks, she mostly runs along the side to near the bottom line and crosses from the bottom.

Akira Neche like today's back-to-back is rarely seen in Takeda's team reports, let alone the Japanese players who defend him.

Just when all the fans were guessing what Wu Chengying was going to do with the ball, Wu Chengying gave the answer in the next second.

Taking advantage of the gap between the Japanese players to defend other teammates, Wu Chengying suddenly flew up and slammed the ball in front of the instep of his foot.

Sou!

In the wind and rain, the ball flew straight to the gate of the Japanese team with a whistling.

"Wu Chengying shoots from a distance?!!"

Boom!

Kawaguchi, who was highly focused, flew sideways and single-handedly blocked the ball off the line.

"Woo~~~" Seeing that Wu Chengying's shot was unsuccessful, there was a whimper from Chinese fans in the stands.

"This..."

"The quality of Wu Chengying's kick is quite high." Huang Jianxiang hurriedly set the personality for Wu Chengying's door.

It stands to reason that left wing-back's Oh Sung-ying didn't have much right to fire in this position, but when he kicked this high-quality shot from the range of the goal, all doubts were dissipated.

"Xiao Hei, good kick!" Ma Mingyu came up and patted Wu Chengying on the shoulder to show encouragement.

"Hmm." Wu Chengying snorted lightly, but her eyes were full of hostility when she looked at the Japanese team's goal.

"Coach Zhang, the Chinese team has been playing very smoothly during this time." Taking advantage of the gap in the corner kick, Huang Jianxiang and Zhang Lu chatted.

"That's right, in the first ten minutes, the Chinese team has had 4 shots on goal, and all of them hit the goal frame, and one goal was scored. I think it is precisely because of this goal that the Chinese players played so comfortably. ”

"I didn't expect Sun Jihai's good start to bring such a great encouragement to the whole team."

On the court, Sun Jihai shook his damp hair.

The continuous light rain made it impossible for every athlete with long hair and curly hair to maintain their head shape.

But even so, the habit of shaking his head was retained by Sun Jihai.

Another corner, another chance to score.

Standing in a familiar position, there was an extra defender in front of him who was staring at him.

Recalling the opening goal, Sun Jihai didn't actually feel anything.

He just stood where he should be standing according to his usual training, and when the ball appeared in front of him, he didn't hesitate, just stretched out his head a little, and then scored.

For Sun Jihai, this may be his easiest goal in the top 10! It was so easy that Sun Jihai didn't feel much joy until now, just an ordinary exercise.

If it weren't for the fact that the score had been rewritten to 1-0, Sun Jihai would have thought it was a dream.

It was a wonderful dream.

Gradually, as the game progressed, Sun Jihai suddenly saw something from the vicious gaze of the Japanese players.

Nervousness, stress, threat, anxiety, fear, and restlessness!

It turned out that this goal caused such a big burden to the opponent!

Looking at Suhiro Yamaguchi, who was inseparable from him and like a great enemy, Sun Jihai suddenly thought, maybe, this time the Chinese team can really break into the World Cup!

At this thought, Sun Jihai immediately straightened his waist, squeezed away Yamaguchi Suhiro in front of him, and jumped high backwards.

The ball that fell at the back point again was a little too big, and Sun Jihai almost stretched his neck before he barely touched the ball with his forehead.

With a crisp bang, the ball smashed on Sun Jihai's forehead and flew out of bounds above the Japanese crossbar.

It wasn't until they saw the ball go out of bounds that the Japanese players breathed a sigh of relief.

"Post-pass point..."

"Looking for Sun Jihai again..."

"Sun Jihai's header..."

"Ah, this ball is a little big."

"But Sun Jihai really tried his best, he jumped so high, it was not easy to touch the ball..."When Huang Jianxiang watched the slow-motion replay from another angle, he explained the reason why Sun Jihai's ball was not of high quality.

The fans did not complain about the youngster's "poor technique", and did not hesitate to give applause to Sun Jihai.

Being able to get a corner kick again under the opponent's strict defense shows that Sun Jihai's awareness of grabbing points is excellent. What's more, Sun Jihai also scored a goal before!

Kawaguchi was a little tangled in front of the goalball, he had already stopped halfway through two consecutive runs, and the two numbers "20" were folded on his black jersey.

He looked around, and the two full-backs, Naoki Soma and Akira Narahashi, were dropping back to catch the ball. But Wu Chengying and Sun Jihai were both within six or seven meters of them. As long as they pass the ball to their teammates on the wing, the two will definitely speed up to the grab.

It's too risky!

Kawaguchi could only look at the midfield.

The continuous light rain more or less interfered with Kawaguchi's vision, and he could not see Hidetoshi Nakata in the midfield, nor did he see Hattori Nenhiro.

Are they missing?

No!

They were guarded by the Chinese players!

Overlooking the football field, you can see that the Chinese team's 3 back formation is very far ahead.

An extra midfielder almost surrounded Japan's midfielders, although Hiroshi Naba and Sohiro Yamaguchi were on both flanks. But as long as Kawaguchi can kick the ball alive to any of his wide teammates, the Chinese player in the middle will definitely lean in the first place.

The goal kick is kicked to the player next to the sideline, which is too testing the goalkeeper's footwork!

Seeing that the tee time was approaching, Kawaguchi could no longer hesitate, so he could only fly up and kick the ball to Chira Miura, who suddenly flashed out of sight.

In 1993, when Jianlibao had just formed a team to go to Brazil to study abroad, Miura, who was born in 67, had already become the Asian Footballer.

He then landed in Serie A for Genoa and became a pioneer for Japanese players to stay in the ocean.

Before Miura Zhiliang became famous, whether it was the era of Shen Xiangfu and Liu Lifu's wings flying together, or the later batch of Liu Haiguang and Tang Yaodong led by Gao Fengwen, the Chinese team maintained its advantage over the Japanese team technically or psychologically.

However, after the debut of the "Miura Chira-Ramos-Kitazawa Hao" in 1992, the Chinese team began to be at the bottom of the competition for the top three in East Asia.

It can be said that if it were not for the elimination of the Japanese team in the Olympic Games last year and the championship in the Asian Cup, the prestige accumulated by the older generation of the Chinese team against the Japanese team would have been exhausted.

Now, the 30-year-old is once again bursting into the spotlight from the rain. When other teammates did not dare to stand up, the veteran of the Japanese team once again put Japanese football on his shoulders.

"The Japanese team has a long pass..."

"Pass to midfield..."

"General Fan!"

Miura's fame comes from his dexterity and archery, and in heading, how can the 1.77-meter-tall Miura Chiliang be the opponent of the 1.83-meter-tall General Fan?

There was a muffled sound of "bang" in the middle circle, and General Fan, who rushed in the backfield, arched his waist like a shrimp in the air, and his forehead was a little, and he won a long pass from the top of Miura Chira's head with the momentum of pulling out Taishan.

Poor Miura, he was pressed down by General Fan before he could jump to the top.

"Here, here!"

After landing, General Fan directly stepped over Miura Chiliang, who fell to the ground, and yelled at Zhang Xiaorui at the second contact point.

Zhang Xiaorui no longer hesitated, and his chest straightened. Leaning on Hidetoshi Nakata, he pushed the ball back to General Fan again.

The moment he regained control of the ball, General Fan was shocked.

He just did the same way he usually did in training, and he just made a two-to-one, and he never thought that it would be so smooth when he did it on the court.

Not only did his team-mate pass the ball back to his feet, but he also happened to have no opponent around him.

He can even take the ball in stride and take it straight to the front.

It went so well!

He just did his best to prepare.

But I didn't expect the best result.

But General Fan didn't dribble the ball after regaining the ball, he was not a point back, he needed to pass the ball to a teammate who could hold the ball as soon as possible.

He looked up and had a great view of his teammates and opponents' movements.

Seeing the opportunity, General Fan pushed the wet turf with his right foot, and the ball rolled towards Ma Mingyu accurately.

Everything was so natural and smooth, General Fan suddenly felt that this time, maybe he could really qualify!

"General Fan intercepted the ball..."

"Two over one..."

"General Fan passed the ball to Ma Mingyu..."

The horse held his breath in the face of the incoming ball.

According to the experience of previous games, the opponent behind him will limit him to death without waiting for the ball to be received.

Especially those West Asian people, without waiting for the other party to get close, they can smell the unpleasant stench on the other party's body.

Now, the horse is in a position to be adjusted. Hold your breath and wait for your opponent to push or pull you from behind at any moment.

The smooth ball rolled on the wet turf, and in Ma Mingyu's eyes, it was getting closer and closer.

At the moment when the ball was about to roll to his feet, Ma Mingyu suddenly reversed in the opposite direction. Hattori Nianhong, who had just rushed behind him, subconsciously chased Ma Mingyu's back and ran for half a lap.

By the time he reacted, Ma Mingyu, who had turned the ball, had already started and caught up with the ball.

"That's it?"

Ma Mingyu was surprised.

After the top 10 matches, the overwhelming reports made the whole team wait for it, and they didn't dare to relax at all.

The pre-match tension kept Ma on his nerves, he was a veteran of the team, and he had to get the youngsters into form faster in order to lead by example.

Including later, after Sun Jihai scored, he was the first to remind his teammates not to get carried away. The game has just begun, and the opponent has plenty of opportunities to counterattack.

It can be said that after the start of the game, Ma Er was the most focused player in the whole game except for the goalkeeper.

The reverse turn in the rain made it easy for the prepared horse to get rid of Hattori Nenhiro, but the latter was almost thrown off by centrifugal force because of the slippery turf.

After easily getting rid of his opponent, the horse dribbles forward while observing his teammates' movements.

Xie Hui began to stand still in the opponent's penalty area, and Gao Feng was already interspersed diagonally. On both sides, Wu Chengying and Sun Jihai had already run into place, waiting for his direct plug at any time.

For a while, the feeling of "I don't know who is good" in the past came to Ma Mingyu's heart again. But what is different this time is that I really didn't know who to pass it on to, but now, I think it's okay to pass it on to anyone.

So, who is he going to pass the ball to?

Of course, it's to the teammate who has the weakest defense and can pose the most threat to the opponent's goal!

Ma Mingyu's eyes flashed, and it seemed that his teammates in front of him had a chance to form a shot.

If it really doesn't work, just pass it to Xiao Xie, he has a bigger header advantage.

Just as Ma Mingyu was about to get up, a red light flashed in his afterglow, and a red and black figure suddenly rushed into his sight.

There was not a single defender beside him.

That's him!

Ma Mingyu subconsciously shoved the ball forward and kicked it in front of the figure.

When he saw Zhang Xiaorui and the ball rushing out of the Japanese team's defense together, Ma Mingyu suddenly thought, maybe, this time he can really break into the World Cup!

"Ma Mingyu is straight stop..."

"Zhang Xiaorui..."

"Single-handed!"

In the broadcast room, Huang Jianxiang exclaimed.

Even with them, more than 60,000 fans in the stadium stood up and held their breath.

Zhang Xiaorui, who stepped up from behind, rubbed the side of the outside of his left foot and smoothed Ma Mingyu's straight plug to the front of him.

He looked up and saw Kawaguchi alive with teeth and claws.

"Look at people when you control the ball, watch the door when you shoot..."Ou Chuliang's golden words echoed in his ears.

At this time, Zhang Xiaorui was staring closely at Kawaguchi's every move. The center of gravity of his body shifted to the left, and his right arm swung with it. His right leg, bent backwards, was so strong that it looked like it could penetrate the ball.

Kawaguchi was also bloody, and he opened his arms, desperately exposing his chest to the ball.

He wanted to use 12 pairs of ribs on his chest to stop Zhang Xiaorui's burst.

But in the next second, the muffled impact of the ball colliding with the chest did not come. Zhang Xiaorui's right foot, which landed on the ball, was as light as a raindrop unconsciously.

I saw him lightly pick his toes, jump with his left foot, and jump over the fallen Kawaguchi Noh alive with the ball.

"Lao Tzu is going to the World Cup!"

With a loud roar, Zhang Xiaorui pushed with his right foot after landing, and the ball quickly rushed out two strings of water droplets on the turf, and rolled into the net in an instant.