Momentum is a subtle thing.

It is not affected by strength, but it can often affect strength.

Self-confidence is the key to success.

The closer you are to success, the more confident you are.

Gu Mingchang shouted hoarsely from the sidelines, and Ladd, although he didn't understand the language, kept reminding the players loudly how to play through a few simple words.

The Football Association can take care of the logistics for a team, so that the players can worry about the future; Coaches can teach a team advanced football concepts, introduce popular football tactics, and improve the level of players.

But if all the players of a team are full of confidence, it is inseparable from the efforts and precipitation of several generations.

For example, Brazil, whose team flag has just been embroidered with a fourth star, is bursting with a sense of national honor, and the national team is naturally invincible.

After the Chinese team experienced 5.19 and black three minutes, it was inevitable that it would have a subtle impact on the players after that. This effect has been dormant in the players, it is not visible when they win, and when the situation is not good, it can infect the whole team like a contagion.

It can even cause auditory hallucinations among players, dismiss coaches' tactical set-ups as useless nonsense, and turn fans' cheers into life-threatening talismans. Because of this historical legacy, players grow up in such an environment, and when they grow up, they will inevitably become a new source of infection.

It's not fate, it's a kind of torture, it needs an opportunity, broken by a hero!

Seeing that the team was besieged by the Japanese team, but could not use the opponent's three-back formation to play a decent counterattack, Ladd and Komeicho were anxious on the sidelines.

They couldn't understand why the tactical plan was fine, the individual ability of the players was no problem, and judging from the field and size, the Japanese team was even a head shorter than the national Olympic average. But why is it that even Saudi Arabia can fight the bloody National Olympics, but when facing the old rival Japanese team, all of them are bears without exception?

"If this continues, we won't even be able to play the Japanese team!" Gu Meichang sighed, remembering the scene when the national team pressed Japan a few years ago.

"That person, you must completely block it!" The assistant teacher took Ladd's instructions and translated towards the ancient commander.

Looking at the number "14", Gu Mingchang also looked helpless.

I don't know how to confine that little Japan yet?

The question is who to limit and how?

So far, Nakata has attempted seven long-range shots, six of which have hit the woodwork, securing five corners for Japan. And almost all of the Japanese team's offense starts from under his feet, whether it is pulling the side or plugging through, or reorganizing the attack from the midfield, Nakata is controlled by himself.

But even so, no one stood up and completely restrained Nakata.

Although the score on the court has not changed, everyone can see that the Japanese team is repeatedly attacking the door of the national Olympic team with an indomitable momentum. As for whether the National Olympic Games can grit their teeth and persist to the end, it depends on the players' own abilities.

In the 32nd minute, Maesai Maezono made a cross knock, passed the ball to Hidetoshi Nakata and quickly stepped forward, taking away a defender of the National Olympic Games.

Hidetoshi Nakata received the ball and flicked his left foot and made a long-range shot.

Zhang Jihua and Peng Weijun immediately flew forward and turned sideways to block the gun's hole. However, it was found that Nakata dunked the ball with his left foot and successfully flashed a gap from the right side.

"!"

After Peng Weijun landed, he hurriedly moved sideways and continued to raise his foot to prevent Nakata's long-range shot.

However, what people didn't expect was that Nakata's right foot was still a smash, which shook Peng Weijun away again.

Two consecutive fake kicks made the national Olympic players focus on Nakata, and even the other Japanese players ran behind him without noticing.

Seeing Endo Zhanghong secretly running behind Zhu Qi, Nakata, who had been observing his teammates' running, suddenly totoed, and the ball crossed the heads of the three defenders of the National Olympic Games and landed accurately in front of Endo Zhanghong.

"A pick..."

"It's in!"

"Knock on the door!"

In Huang Jianxiang's exclamation, Sun Gang, Li Ming, and Xiao Jian fell to the ground in unison. With almost all the shooting angles of Endo Zhang Hong blocked, the ball hit Li Ming's body and slowed down slightly, and slowly bounced into Sun Gang's arms.

"Hiss~~~~Huh~~~"

Seeing that the ball was controlled by their own side again, everyone in the National Olympic Games breathed a sigh of relief, and the eyes of several players even showed the joy of the rest of their lives.

The brief escape was also a temporary peace, and several people who had just fallen to the ground stood up at the same time, greedily breathing in the brief silence. In the next second, everyone was again stubborn again, organizing an attack that might not even be able to pass the midfield.

"Damn, what the hell is this!" Qu Shengqing, a striker, began to scold on the bench and said, "No one will look at it, so let him go all of a sudden." Just go over and just get stuck with your body. If I defend this ball, he won't even think about his feet! ”

"Alas, it's not okay to go on like this, sooner or later let the opposite side score!" Wu Chengying also echoed on the side, as the main defender of the National Olympic Games, he was really worried to see this kind of defense.

"Somebody has to go up and tell them how to kick!" Shen Si, dressed in a long coat and trousers, leaned back on a stool. Others, whether sprained or strained, have a chance to play with injuries. And he has a torn collarbone, and he has long completely broken off the mind of playing.

Several people chatted to the end, and slowly fell silent. Because they recognize the reality that if this game is lost, the 73 National Olympic Games will be disbanded on the spot. Their teammates, who have been together for nearly two years, either get together in the national team or can only meet in the league.

"I want to play a few more games!"

"yes, I want to go to the United States too."

"After this village, there will be no more shops! It would be nice if we had a penalty kick before the end of the game and then win 1-0! ”

"You just dream! Also a penalty! Someone has to burst into the penalty area with the ball! Who's outburst? Lao Tan or Lao Xie? Neither of them is an assault striker, so let them dribble, okay? Tsk, you look at it, Lao Tan ran to the left again! This is a special kick bird! ”

Tan Ende is a right-footed player with poor backfoot ability. The Japanese team seems to have known this for a long time and deliberately led him to the left.

Due to the poor technique of his left foot, the ball at Tan's feet was quickly cut off by the Japanese team, and he quickly formed a counterattack.

The ball came down three times and came to the feet of Hidetoshi Nakata.

When Japan's No. 14 player stepped on the ball again, all the defenders of the National Olympic Games were as nervous as fried cats.

No way, in the first half, the pressure on Nakata was too much for the national Olympics. Being able to control, pass, and shoot is a nightmare for almost every team.

Facing Nakata in 1V1, Peng Weijun was a little weak-hearted. When he realized that Nakata was about to break through from his left side with the ball, Peng Weijun's center of gravity subconsciously shifted to the left.

In the face of such a "real" defender, Nakata easily pulled the ball back to the other foot. It only took a slow-motion croquette to rush past Peng Weijun with the ball.

At this time, the rest of the Japanese team had also begun to run, and the national Olympic team could not continue to focus all their defensive energy on Nakata.

Facing Nakata, who ran up with the ball, Sun Jianjun gritted his teeth and stuck to it.

"Come on, my defeated men, let you see the real master!"

The corners of Nakata's mouth grinned, and he also accelerated towards Sun Jianjun.

The moment the two met, Nakata's body moved to the right, as if telling Sun Jianjun that he was going to break through from his left side.

Just as Sun Jianjun stopped to respond, Nakata's right foot suddenly blocked in front of the ball, and his heel stopped the ball at once.

"What is he going to do?"

It was this brief moment of doubt that the ball that rolled back hit Nakata's left foot again. Using the forward inertia of the left foot, the ball is kicked forward again. A scissor passer, first slow and then fast, directly pinned Sun Jianjun in place, and watched Nakata pass by him.

"Hurui !!"

Seeing Nakata continue to use such ingenious passing skills, the Japanese fans in the stands all stood up and cheered loudly.

Is this the genius who has returned from Brazil?

would make such a whimsical outstanding!

Amid the cheers of the domestic fans, Nakata burst into the National Olympic penalty area with the ball.

"Come on, make the shouting louder!"

"Let me show you the demeanor of Uncle Nakata! Let me give you a glimpse of the real Brazilian football! ”

At this moment, a trace of madness appeared on Nakata's face, and he seemed to see that in the near future, he was thrown into the air like a hero.

"Come on, O-san, let you see my hard work for the past year!!"

At this time, Sun Gang, who attacked, turned into Ou Chuliang's appearance in the eyes of Nakata Hideshou.

Watching his sworn enemy abandon the door like a desperate man, Nakata's right foot suddenly began to leap over the ball.

This trick has been practiced by Hidetoshi Nakata for a long time.

At this moment, Hidetoshi Nakata waited for a long time.

"Look at me past you!" After a few laps of his feet, Nakata finally used his low center of gravity to fool Sun Gang. Finding the right opportunity to flick the ball to the side, Lian Ren rushed past Sun Gang with the ball.

"It's over..."Huang Jianxiang's whole heart was dripping blood after he said this.

In front of Hidetoshi Nakata, the angle of the shot is getting smaller and smaller, but there is still no one in front of the goal.

Just when Nakata was about to kick and shoot and complete the goal. But he felt a slap under his feet, and his body suddenly lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground from the air.

Boom!

There was dust in front of the National Olympic exclusion zone.

Beep, beep beep!!

The referee rushed over with a whistle and pointed to the penalty spot.

"Penalty!? Japan won a penalty in the 42nd minute. Huang Jianxiang's voice was full of regret and chagrin, and the most fearful thing that lingered in his heart still happened.

Looking at the red card above his head, Sun Gang did not make a final argument for himself and the team's interests as the coach had taught before. Instead, he sighed directly, took off his gloves, and walked silently to the sidelines.

"It's finally easy..."

Throughout the first half, Sun Gang was the most tormented member of the National Olympic team.

In the face of the attacks of countless Japanese players, he resisted high, intercepted all Japanese shots, and resisted all the pressure on his shoulders.

Now, after being sent off with a red card, he walked off the pitch without saying a word, without the slightest nostalgia.

In an almost violent way, he threw away the pressure on his body.

Just like the camel in the caravan that falls down and turns over, although it has lost the straw on its body, it has also lost the shelter of humans.

He didn't look back.

For him, his Olympic career is over, it's all over. He did not regret it, nor did he give up.

Even when he pulled down Nakata Hidetoshi from behind, he felt a sense of relief from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, he only hated himself, hating why he didn't be ruthless when he started. If his deliberate foul caused Nakata to leave the court with an injury, it could be regarded as a "contribution" to the team.

Now, with a humiliating red card, he has left his teammates and coaches with an incomparably huge mess and unloaded all the burden on the football field.

He's so tired!

"Let's go back and take a good shower," Sun Gang muttered with his head down.