In the evening, the results of the second game also came out. The provincial city of Mingyuan lost, and the score of 1 to 2 completely made them lose the possibility of advancing to the finals; Qingdao Shuangxi, who have played all of their group stage and have 17 points, will not be able to secure their ticket to Chengdu, they will have to wait for the final round of matches between Guangdong Mingzhu with 14 points and New Era with 15 points, and if both teams win in four days' time, they will have to pin their hopes on next year, Guangdong Mingzhu have one more goal difference than them......

Just when the news of Qingdao Shuangxi's victory reached the club, Zheng Changsheng, who was familiar with all kinds of tricks in the football circle, immediately asked Wenhui Hotel to cut the telephone lines of the second and fourth attached buildings, and demanded that all players and club staff immediately hand over their privately owned communication tools, and announced a discipline: from now on, anyone who leaves the hotel without the consent of the general manager Sun Junshan will be deemed to have left the hotel voluntarily; Any player who leaves the hotel without the approval of the coaching staff never has to come back. Zheng Changsheng also asked one of the club's vice presidents to move to a room at the staircase on the second floor of Building 4, and the vice president, who rarely interacted with the players, kept the door of the room open all night according to Zheng Changsheng's instructions, so as to supervise and warn the players who could not control their hands and feet......

If it was a few days ago, Zheng Changsheng would have met with fierce opposition from the players, even if they didn't dare to say anything in front of the old coach, they would have made some small moves behind their backs, such as secretly cutting off the power supply in Building No. 2, or calling the coaches in the middle of the night. However, the club's move this time was rarely supported by the players, with Ma Cheng being the first to hand over his pager and newly purchased mobile phone, followed by Chen Mingcan, then Zhang Chi and those players who had these things.

Things went so smoothly that even Zheng Changsheng couldn't help but be surprised. He really didn't expect this to be the result, and he originally planned to use high-pressure means to forcibly confiscate the mobile phones and pagers in the hands of the team members.

Dai Zhenguo, who was watching the game video with Zheng Changsheng, listened to the words of the goalkeeper coach, but only smiled slightly and said: "These bastards also know something. ”

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Three or four o'clock in the afternoon is the hardest time in the summer. The sun hanging high above its head still spewed its enthusiasm unbridledly, embracing the earth fiercely, greedily sucking every trace of moisture in the air. At this time, there are few pedestrians on the streets, there are many fewer vehicles coming and going from the north to the south than usual, and the usually busy and congested streets have even become a little deserted. Everything exposed to the sun was painfully a** in the ravages of this midsummer, and everywhere shone with a blinding pale light, and even the occasional breeze did not have the slightest cool breath, only the heat and boredom that came to the face.

No one wants to go out in such weather, and even if there is an urgent matter that must be done, people will complain about the damn heat, while hurrying to find a means of transportation that suits their status and economic conditions, and hurriedly escape the fire that seems to melt everything.

But Zheng Changsheng and his team had no chance of escaping. Not only could they not escape, but they also had to put all their energy together to cope with this difficult time. Right now, he, his colleagues and a few other players are sitting under a simple awning on the edge of the stadium, watching the game anxiously. Compared to those who ran back and forth on the pitch and sweated, they were in a more difficult situation, because they had to endure not only the almost suffocating heat, but also the torment of the bottom of their hearts - the second half of the game had been played for more than ten minutes, but the team still failed to score......

Long-range shots, set-piece tactics, breakthroughs with individual skills, high balls into the box...... His players had used everything he had laid out at half-time, but the opponent's goal was still as immobile as a rock.

Anhui Red Star almost does not attack, except for one or two strikers who occasionally step on the lawn of the new era side of the half, the rest of the players are guarding inside and outside their own penalty area, the dense two-layer defense line makes Chen Mingcan and Ma Cheng, who are responsible for organizing the attack, helpless, Zhang Chi and foreign aid Xie Liaosha, the two forwards, are closely watched by the opponent. Zhang Chi, who is agile and active, is better, at least he can still get the ball from time to time, and Seryosha is about to become a useless ornament under the close defense of tall opponents, and for most of the game, he seems to have been evaporated by the scorching sun, and he simply can't see his figure. So Zhang Chi had to take on the responsibility of scrambling for the high-altitude ball. But Zhang Chi couldn't compete with several of the opponent's defenders in terms of weight and height, and the opponent only had to use his body to carry him, and he often couldn't even complete the jumping action; Even if he looks at the opportunity to fight for the first landing point of the ball, it is useless, he can't find a teammate who comes up to pick it up, he can only blindly push the ball out, hoping that a teammate will run to the position, hoping that his teammate can put the ball he has worked so hard to come in handy.

His wish never came true.

Obviously, Anhui Red Star came prepared. They first cut off the two wings of the new era, so that Ma Cheng and Chen Mingcan could not organize an effective attack, and successfully wiped out Seryosha from the game, so that the new era of "high and fast combination" of the new era of the front line left only one "fast", and then sent players to defend the arrow figure Zhang Chi in the new era, so that Zhang Chi could not play his role of fast speed and flexible position, so that the attack of the new era was completely suppressed. Anhui Red Star's current dense defensive formation in the backfield is enough for them to calmly dissolve most of the attacks in the new era, and their goal is only to make this game end in a draw, and they will be satisfied if they can get a point. As for why they only need one point, it's not something we can know.

Zheng Changsheng saw his opponent's intentions early on, but he had nothing to do with his opponent. He didn't have the courage to put his team into the attack, he didn't know what means to use to break the deadlock on the field, he didn't even know whether to replace the players who had obviously decreased in fitness, for fear that the slightest change would also have unpredictable consequences, and the team would also put himself in a miserable situation from which he could never recover.

He sat in the dugout, lit cigarette between his fingers, and watched his players run back and forth on the pitch with a blank face. Long and short cigarette butts were thrown at his feet, some of which were still emitting wisps of smoke.

He couldn't help but admit that he was old, and this kind of fierce competition was no longer suitable for an old man of his age. Whenever he saw his players running up, whenever he saw the ball disappear into the opponent's box, his hands could not help but tremble, he could barely hold the cigarette roll, and his legs and feet would tremble nervously, and it would take him a lot of effort to calm them down again. He didn't even dare to notice if the people next to him were watching him, he was afraid to see in their faces the wry smile that showed pity for him, or the sneering sneer that made him out of contempt for him.

He finally made a decision to replace the foreign reinforcements on the back line with the last striker, adjusting the formation from "four-four-two" to "three-four-three".

Three strikers, this is undoubtedly strengthening the attack, but Director Zheng obviously didn't make one thing clear, the team's delay in scoring is not because of poor offensive means, but because there is no effective offensive organization at all, he hurriedly replaced a striker who has been absent for a long time, can it be said that this can break the deadlock of the game and change the course of the game?

The circumstances of the game quickly proved that the substitution was very random and blind, and the three strikers not only failed to cause more problems for the opponent, but instead limited their own space to move; The new players lacked tacit understanding, let alone cooperation, and in just a few minutes, they were forced to take shots to end the attack because of the overlap of each other's running routes, which was actually to reduce the pressure on the opponent's defense.

We have also come to the conclusion that perhaps Zheng's substitution is just a statement, showing others and himself that he can still make decisive and quick decisions in this difficult situation, and he is not old enough to react.

Zheng Changsheng once again stood on the edge of the field and motioned for his team to slow down the momentum of the attack. He stared helplessly at the huge clock at the top of the stands, and the two blinding red Arabic numerals that represented the score, and for a moment, he even hoped that the game would end in a draw, although to do so would be to put the fate of the team in the hands of someone else, but it was at least better than the ordeal he endured here. He wondered if his heart would be able to endure the torture any longer, and he could feel that it was about to burst out of tension like a dynamite bag with a fuse lit.

This terrible thought frightened the old coach himself. He quickly banished it out of his mind and brought his attention back to the ring.

Ma Cheng's breakthrough was once again blocked by the opponent outside the penalty area. He had already bypassed an opponent, but he was easily intercepted by two defenders attracted by two Zhang Chi; But Zhang Chi was forced to this side by his teammates......

Zheng Changsheng immediately understood that he had made a mistake. Before the third striker came on, he forgot to tell him to pay attention to his area of activity. He cursed the stupid guy in his heart, and at the same time cursed himself: Why was he so confused and sent a player with similar characteristics to Zhang Chi to the game?

He was so ashamed of his stupidity that his wrinkled old face flushed.

He sneakily glanced at his colleagues and the players on the bench out of the corner of his eye. Luckily, they were all watching the game with all their attention, and no one was paying attention to him. It settled him down a bit. He glanced at the opponent not far away again, the head coach of Anhui Red Star was obviously more concerned about the game, he didn't even pay attention to the hem of one side of his shirt to the waistband of his pants, how could he pay attention to other people's faces? He turned his head to look at the crowd of spectators watching the game in the shade of the stands, and he couldn't even see the faces of those people clearly, let alone know if those Qingdao Double Happiness players and coaches were watching his jokes.

He looked at the clock again, there were still more than twenty minutes before the end of the game, and he still had time to make up for his mistake and gamble on the fate of his team.

He was going to change Gao Jinsong to the game, and let this young player he had never liked much and didn't know how to use it to deal with the tricky problems on the field for him. It was actually a gamble, and he put his fate in the hands of this young man. At the pre-game coaching meeting, he did not hide his bad impression of Gao Jinsong, in Dai Zhenguo's eyes, Gao Jinsong's broad vision, quick feet, decisive handling of the ball, etc., in his eyes is irresponsible, not to mention the slow speed of Jinsong, if it weren't for Gao Jinsong's participation in the successive victories, maybe he would have knocked him off the bench. He won't even believe the bullshit theory that Dai Zhenguo said - "slow pace is actually a rhythm to control the game", which sounds completely nonsense. How can a sport like football, which is completed while running, be related to "slowness", not to mention that Dai Zhenguo himself doesn't know what kind of rhythm this "slow pace" is, and what is good about it.

"You go up." Zheng Changsheng's words were brief, clear and clear.

Gao Jinsong watched the situation on the field while waiting for the head coach to continue to explain what to do after he came on the field and what he needed to pay attention to. But he waited for a long time and didn't hear the second sentence, so he couldn't help but look back at the old coach.

But he didn't see anything from Zheng Changsheng's expressionless face, except for the sweat running down his cheeks and sideburns, the tightly knit brows, and the deep wrinkles and the lack of brilliance in his eyes.

That's gone? That's it? Gao Jinsong looked at his respected old coach in confusion. Where do you go up when you go up on your own? Defender, centre-back, left wing-back or right-wing-back? I have to explain this......

When the dead ball appeared on the pitch again, the stadium announcer's baritone, which had disappeared for a long time, came out of the loudspeaker again, and said weakly and dryly: "New Era No. 9, No. 12." ”

Seryosha, who had also disappeared for a long time, finally appeared in front of people. He nodded at Gao Jinsong tiredly, looked at Zheng Changsheng suspiciously, picked up a bottle of mineral water on the side of the field and drank it before walking to the bench and sitting down. It was the first time he had been substituted in the middle of a game, and it was a bit unbelievable to him.

It seems that Anhui Red Star's preparations before the game are very meticulous, and their head coach immediately recognized Gao Jinsong, not only beckoned a player on the field, told him to tell everyone to be careful of Gao Jinsong's long-range shot, but also immediately replaced a striker with a midfielder with strong defensive ability - Gao Jinsong, the No. 12 player in the new era, obviously has a lack of physical fitness, otherwise the opponent would not be able to let such a player as a substitute, if the physical fitness is insufficient, then the confrontation ability will not be much better, find a player to keep an eye on him, His role would be minimized. He also asked his players to bring a message to their teammates, usually the twelfth of the new era on the field indicates that Zheng Changsheng is desperate, as long as he survives this time, the game is over......

After each of them made deployments and adjustments, the two opponents casually glanced at each other from a distance.

Zheng Changsheng grinned at his opponent, said hello, turned his back and walked back to his seat. There was no cigarette in his pocket, and he wanted someone to ask for a cigarette to soothe him, and he was afraid that his feet would not be able to bear the weight if he didn't sit in his seat.

He glanced at Dai Zhenguo, who was staring at the court. I've adjusted the tactics and line-up according to your ideas, and replaced the players you insist on, and now you and I have a lot of fate in this player you like, and if something goes wrong, you have to shoulder the responsibility with me......

Dai Zhenguo's expression was very strange, he wrinkled his brows and half grinned, his two hands were tightly clenched together, and the joints on the back of his hands were a little blue and white because of too much force. He seemed to be surprised and puzzled by Zheng Changsheng's substitution, and even had some doubts.

Even the head coach of Anhui Red Star turned his face to look at Zheng Changsheng in surprise. He couldn't understand why Zheng Changsheng would send a good midfielder as a center forward, how could he let an offensive organizer take on the task of destroying the city? Is it because it's too hot?

Blood poured into Zheng Changsheng's face again. He immediately realized his mistake, he forgot to tell Gao Jinsong: his position is the back waist, the back waist!

Lower back! Why doesn't this damn Gao Jinsong know that he should be in the team's midfield? Does he need to personally guide him and tell him about this?!

This time, Zheng Changsheng didn't even have the strength to stand up and correct his mistakes.

He closed his eyes in agony. Forget it, let him go, he can play as much as he wants, they can play as much as they want; What if the game is drawn, and what if you lose? What if by this time tomorrow afternoon, Guangdong Pearl also loses? Isn't the new era also in the finals? Leave it to fate.

When he made this natural decision, he immediately felt a relief on his shoulders, and his overwhelmed heart gradually stabilized. He could even feel a kind of peace and calm that he had not felt in a long time. For a moment, he even felt that he was not in a reinforced concrete stadium under the scorching sun, but more like he was in his comfortable and relaxed home, with no more shouts and roars of the players in his ears, no sharp whistles from the referees, only a kind of soothing and comfortable after relaxation......

Unfortunately, this peace was destined to be only his fantasy, and after a moment of silence, his ears were surrounded by a piercing howl.

He sighed silently in his heart, opened his eyes and looked around blankly, only to realize that he was the only person who could still sit in the coach's seat.

His colleague Dai Zhenguo and the goalkeeper coach were leaning close to each other shoulder to shoulder, waving their fists together and roaring loudly; All his team members rushed to the edge of the field, shouting and shouting and hugging and jumping at the throat, and Seryosha, a foreign aid, knelt in the grass, while reverently drawing a cross on his chest, while muttering loudly; The most indignant person is Sun Junshan, the general manager of the club, who probably slipped out of his seat directly onto the concrete floor, and was kneeling on the ground by a chair at this time wiping his tears.

Scored? This was Zheng Changsheng's first thought.

Everything in front of him told him the answer clearly, there was no doubt that it was a goal, but he couldn't help but look at the clock, and the number under the clock representing the new era had become a bright and dazzling Arabic numeral—

１！

Even Zheng Changsheng himself was strange, he was not excited at all when he saw this number, he just let out a long breath and stayed for a long time before reaching out to Sun Junshan, who was teary-eyed.

"Smoke!"

When he helped the hard-working old coach light a cigarette, Sun Junshan's hands were still trembling and couldn't help himself, and he pressed it several times in succession, and the plastic lighter that touched it was not ignited, and finally the old coach used his own lighter to light a cigarette for himself. He took a large puff quietly, letting the refreshing taste of tobacco circulate in his body and then slowly squirt out.

He also lit a fire for Sun Junshan.

"Director Zheng," Sun Junshan, who was in tears, choked up and couldn't speak. After a long time, he held back a sentence, "Thank you." ”

“…… Thank them. Zheng Changsheng said lightly. He has now seen who saved the team's fortunes.

Until now, the head coach of Anhui Red Star still can't believe that his team has fallen behind. From the moment Gao Jinsong jumped high in the crowd, he felt that he had completely fallen into an ice cave, and the ball smashed into the net, more like it was smashed into his heart. At that moment, he was completely stunned, and for a moment he didn't even realize what his opponent's cheers and wild running meant.

No way! That's impossible! If he had scored, he would have heard the referee's whistle announcing the goal valid, but he heard nothing but the cheers and shouts of his opponents. This goal doesn't count! It doesn't count......

He turned his face to look at the two dazzling numbers under the clock.

One to zero.

His heart immediately twitched together in pain, and everything in front of him swayed a little. He quickly closed his eyes, and only then did he carefully look at the pitch that had suddenly become unfamiliar, and the players who had suddenly become strange, until the dizziness had worn off, and the players who had suddenly become unfamiliar.

It looks like a goal was conceded. All the opponents gathered not far away and hugged and shouted excitedly, but their own players were sitting or standing dejectedly, and the new player who had not even found his place was even more depressed and sat in the grass nest, helplessly staring at Gao Jinsong, who was tightly surrounded by his teammates in the center.

The head coach of Anhui Red Star looked at the clock as if he wanted to confirm something. This time he saw clearly, from Gao Jinsong to the present, the time has not passed two minutes, that is to say, from the time he came on the court to the goal, it was less than a minute, and he completed in one minute what the opponent had been struggling for more than 70 minutes could not do......

Why doesn't there be a player in his team like him who can make the final decision at a crucial moment?

He glanced jealously at Jung Chang Sung, who was calmly sitting in the coach's seat enjoying the joy after the goal. If he remembers correctly, it was this No. 12 Gao Jinsong who opened the door to victory for the new era, and the ultra-long-distance shot from a distance of 40 meters not only made this small club unfavored overnight, but also sounded the charge of the new era club to enter the finals, and his goal put the new era into the finals......

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The next game was easy, and soon after the restart, Zhang Chi used a goal to seal the victory for his team. Now, they can enjoy the joy of victory to the fullest.

When the referee announced the end of the game with a whistle, everyone hugged each other tightly and cried and laughed. Zheng Changsheng, who was in tears, grinned, sat on a chair and silently watched his beloved team members celebrate......

His team has finally qualified, and he can now lead this "young" team to Chengdu to fight against those famous and surnamed B clubs, according to the team's current momentum, he even feels that it is not so difficult to lead the team to break through in the A and B leagues - what are you afraid of, he Zheng Changsheng is not old, and he still has this heart!

At the celebration banquet that night, Dai Zhenguo quietly asked Zheng Changsheng a question that haunted his heart for a long time and was also the answer that many people wanted to know.

"Coach Zheng, why did you let Gao Jinsong play center?"

The old coach's answer is even more evocative.

"Why can't you let him play as a centre-forward?"

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