"Audience friends, it's 6:10 p.m. Yanjing time, and what you just saw was the bus of the Chinese Olympic team driving into the stadium. They will face the Syrian Olympic team here. The football qualifiers for the Athens Olympics, which have been postponed due to [***], will restart today! China must beat Syria to qualify for the round of 12. For the new coach, the new national Olympic team composed of new players, what kind of answer will they bring us? ”

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"Ahh The first big test! Xiang Tao shouted as he looked at the enthusiastic fans sitting in the stands.

Li Suisheng, who was beside him, sorted out his jersey alone with a blank face. "Hey, aren't you really nervous?" Xiang Tao touched Li Suisheng.

"It doesn't seem like there's any need to be nervous yet." Before Li Suisheng's words fell, he was bumped by Gu Qi behind him, "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Li Jie apologized and retreated, but he stepped on Wang Yu's foot coldly. "Hey, hey! Be careful! ”

Xiang Tao looked at the chaotic teammates and sighed.

At this time, Qiu Suhui patted his chest and assured Chen Wei, who came to supervise the battle: "There is no problem with the team, we will definitely be able to win Syria!" ”

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"Good evening, audience friends! What you see now is the roster of the Chinese Olympic team. The National Olympic team adopted a formation of 442 diamond-shaped positions. The goalkeeper is No. 1 Sima Hongxin, and the four defenders are No. 2 Wang Liang, No. 5 Liu Peng, No. 6 Li Suisheng, and No. 3 Xiang Tao. The back waist is No. 14 Wang Yu, and the front waist is No. 10 Lin Feng. No. 8 Zhao Pengyu on the left and No. 21 Zheng Chuan on the right. The two forwards are No. 9 Li Jie and No. 11 Hu Bin. These names may be unfamiliar to all of us, but after this game, they will be familiar to all of us. As a legend of Chinese football in the 80s, Qiu Suhui, the head coach of the National Olympic Team, returned from studying in the Netherlands and what changes did he bring to the National Olympic Games? ”

"Next is the squad for the Syrian Olympic team......"

"Wow! I really don't know any of them! "Someone called out in the cafeteria of R University." The Chinese Football Association really has the courage to find a group of newcomers, and then led by a new coach, do you think you can enter the Olympic Games? ”

"The Super Platinum Generation has been disbanded, so what should we call this gang?"

"Brain platinum generation."

"Wowhaha! How apt! ”

Li Yongle sat at the front, tilting his head to look at the TV, deaf to the chatter around him. He was the first to wear a jersey printed with the Chinese flag, and now it was Liu Peng's turn. It's just that the attention he has received is far less than that of Liu Peng's National Olympic team. After the transfer turmoil, Zhang Jun is in the Netherlands. And Liu Peng, they are also about to start the impact once every four years. What about yourself? After returning from South Korea, he recuperated from an injury for two weeks, and then led R University to lift the championship trophy in Chengdu. After that, he was still an ordinary college student, sitting in front of the TV and watching other people's performances.

"The referee from India blew the whistle and the game began!"

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The referee blew the whistle and he awarded a free-kick in front of Syria. Just now, the Syrian player shook the ball past Zhao Pengyu, who was stiff because of nervousness, but he was tackled from the side and back by Xiang Tao, who was chasing back at high speed.

Xiang Tao, who jumped up from the ground, ignored the referee's whistle at all, and he shouted to Zhao Pengyu: "Xiaoyu! Take it easy, I'll be punished for keeping you doing this, stupid! Did the paper man you tied yesterday get the effect? ”

Zhao Pengyu pointed his thumb down: "I want you to take care of it!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the referee signal for the stretcher to go on the field, and then as soon as the injured player got off the field, he saw the fourth official on the sidelines holding up a sign indicating that Syria was replaced, and it was the player who had just been put down by Xiang Tao.

"It seems to have worked......

Fourteen minutes into the game, Syria's tactical set-up was completely disrupted by an accidental injury. Xiang Tao's fierce shovel became the turning point of the game.

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“…… Shot, the ball went in!! No. 9 Li Jie! It was the first goal he scored for the 20-year-old Olympic team! ”

Li Jie glanced back at the football in the goal, confirmed that the top he had just rushed in, and then ran to the coach's seat excitedly. There, Qiu Suhui had already jumped.

"Wowhaha! Don't forget my fabulous assist! Zhao Pengyu screamed and pulled Li Jie down in front of the coach's seat, and then the two of them were immediately crushed under the excited teammates.

"20-year-old Zhao Pengyu from Yanjing, just now he relied on his speed on the left side to break through the opponent's two defenders, and then successfully crossed to assist Li Jie, who is 1.88 meters tall, to score the first goal!"

The Chinese fans in the stands cheered, no one expected how good these young children would be before the game, but they gave everyone a big surprise.

"In the thirty-second minute of the first half, No. 9 Li Jie's goal gave the Chinese team a lead over the Syrian Olympic team! It's beautiful!! ”

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"It's beautiful!" Li Jie is still reflecting on his first-half goal. "Team member A's cross, No. 9 Li Jie jumped high, a powerful rush! The ball is in! The ball is in!! ”

"Hey, who's 'Team Member A'?" Zhao Pengyu was not happy.

"Hehe, just kidding. Your breakthrough cross is beautiful! It seems that these people are working very hard! Li Jie patted Zhao Pengyu on the shoulder, and he was in a good mood when he scored the goal.

"Hey! Don't forget me! Xiang Tao took off his sneakers and let his feet blow the wind. If I hadn't shoveled down the opponent's main right-back first, would Xiaoyu have had a chance to break through the cross easily? ”

Everyone turned their heads to look at Xiang Tao, and then shouted at Zhao Pengyu again, "Yes, yes!" Xiao Yu's breakthrough cross is simply a nightmare for the opposing defender! ”

"Humph!" Xiang Tao snorted and sat helplessly on the chair to rest.

"Looks like the paper figure I tied last night has worked." Li Suisheng sat next to Xiang Tao. "I heard Xiaoyu say that when he was tying that right-back, he was piercing his left leg. And you......" he pointed to Xiang Tao, "...... It was his left leg that was injured by the tackle. ”

“…… Coincidence, right? ”

"Well, I should have burned all those paper figures with a fire last night, so it would be easier to do today." Li Suisheng touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

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At the beginning of the second half, Syria, unwilling to lose, organized several threatening attacks in the backfield of the Chinese team. At this time, the backline led by Liu Peng finally waited for the opportunity to show itself.

A powerful header, Liu Peng pushed the opponent's cross out for the second time. In terms of fighting for air supremacy, Syria is not at all an opponent of Liu Peng, who is 1.88 meters, and Li Suisheng, who is 1.87 meters. Even so, Syria have very few effective crosses. Needless to say, Xiang Tao's fierce defense on the left side, Syria's attack on the left side has also been greatly resisted, compared to Xiang Tao, who likes to assist, right-back Wang Liang pays more attention to defense, and his frontal interception ability and accurate turning card position make the opponent's attacking players return again and again.

Add to that the silent giant behind the defenders, and Syria will not take advantage of anything. Although the defenders performed well, as the captain, Liu Peng didn't want to be so busy all the time. He cut off the opponent's breakthrough again, and then handed the ball to Wang Yu: "Suppress them with offense, don't keep letting them attack." We will put the defense on the premise, according to what Qiu Touer said before the game. ”

Wang Yu nodded: "Okay." He didn't turn and move forward, but went straight to the left.

"Xiaoyu, open the way for me!" Xiang Tao plugged in at high speed, while Zhao Pengyu cut inside, pulling Syria's midfield defense. Xiang Tao took advantage of the situation to dribble the ball at high speed along the side!

Xiang Tao, a fullback with the ball to assist, was repeatedly emphasized by Qiu Suhui in his usual training. To be bold in pressing, once Xiang Tao rushes up, his teammates must give him enough support. Because of this kind of offense, quality is very important. If you play well, you can surprise your opponent, but if you don't do it well, your team will immediately fall into passivity.

However, this time, Xiang Tao did not rush to the baseline and then cross in one breath as he did in training, and as soon as he passed the midfield, he shifted the ball to the right side of the court, where Zheng Chuan was cutting forward.

Moving the ball quickly from one side to the other in attack is a hallmark of Dutch all-out football. This kind of sudden transfer on a large scale can effectively mobilize the opponent's defense and find gaps. Just now, it was because of Xiang Tao's sudden forward insertion on the left side that Syria shifted the focus of defense to this side, and a huge space appeared on the right side, and Zheng Chuan's insertion just took advantage of this space.

Football, to put it bluntly, is the movement that makes and makes the most of space and time. Qiu Suhui said this to his team more than once.

Zheng Chuan unloaded the ball beautifully, and then slammed his foot...... He didn't cross, but cut past the full-backs who had rushed to block it, and then slashed into the ribs of the box!

He's going to break through!

Two Syrian players came to block, but Zheng Chuan did not continue to drill in, but passed the ball directly to his diagonal back.

Wang Yu appeared in the direction of the ball. Syria's defense has been disrupted by the transfer just now, the back is out of position, and no one is guarding Wang Yu! Wang Yu's right foot was slightly adjusted, and then he hit with his feet!

The ball rolled into the bottom left corner of the goal, and the goalkeeper couldn't reach it!

2：0！ The Chinese team expands the score!

Wang Yu and Zheng Chuan, who assisted him, hugged each other, and the other team members quickly surrounded the two. It's a really good game!

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The stands are boiling! A newly formed national Olympic team actually led the Syrian national Olympic team 2:0! It was something that few people could have imagined before the game, but they really did it!

Chen Wei sat on the rostrum and looked at the National Olympic team hugging together. Maybe they can really do miracles, maybe they can really give us hope. He said to himself in his heart. In just over two months, a group of stragglers have been pinched into such a combat-effective team, and Qiu Suhui's ability has been proven again.

In this game, the Chinese team finally won 2:0 against the Syrian Olympic team, which said before the game that they would take all three points, so that the Chinese people saw the hope of entering Athens. But when the Syrian Olympic team left Kunming, their head coach Shamas was very unwilling to tell Chinese reporters: "Don't be too happy, two goals ahead doesn't mean anything, we have the ability to turn the tables at home!" ”

Many people ridiculed Shamas for talking big, but they didn't see the unwavering light in his eyes.

"The game in seven days is the decisive battle!" Shamas pointed to the Chinese journalist and said in affirmation.

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Seven days later, the game will be the decisive ......

Qiu Suhui stood on the sidelines and walked around anxiously. "Press it up! Make offside! ”

It's only been seven days, and it seems that they have put a lot of effort into it. The Syrian Olympic team didn't want to lose in front of their hometown parents, they suddenly made a force, and the game went on for 75 minutes, and they actually led 3:0! The three goals conceded were not a mistake by one person, but a sign of the team's inadequacy.

The home win made the players a little slack, and they also underestimated the enemy. After all, they are newcomers, and their idea is too simple, thinking that the advantage of two goals at home is enough to allow the team to move on to the next stage of the competition. But the desperate Syrians burst out with startling energy. Just ten minutes into the first half, Xiang Tao was forced to commit a foul in the penalty area and scored a penalty. Then when they scored the second and third goals, the overly relaxed Chinese players wanted to be nervous but couldn't get nervous.

The minutes were ticking, but the Chinese team's offense was a mess. People don't seem to know what to do anymore.

Qiu Suhui was a little scared in his heart, Shamas saw through his staffing and played defensive counterattacks on his home court, which caught him off guard. Will the National Olympics stop there? He began to regret why he didn't summon Zhang Jun and Yang Pan back. At least there were two golden opportunities just now, and Zhang Jun would definitely not let it go. 0:3 is like a huge burden that weighs on the hearts of the players, making them unable to play even half of their usual level.

At this time, it seems that there is a need for someone who can calm down, but look at who is up to the task on the field?

Xiang Tao pounced on the ground with his hands and feet and blocked the ball with his body, but he still spat on the ground vigorously. Why did the opponent become so powerful in just seven days? How to fight how to have.

After falling behind 0:3, if this score is maintained until the end, he will be eliminated. But is there any good way? It only takes one goal, one goal and we win.

The Syrian throw-in was sent, and Zhao Pengyu was pressing closely, but the opponent was obviously more advantaged in experience, and they kicked the ball at Zhao Pengyu's feet and bounced out of bounds again. began to delay time so early, Xiang Tao looked at the fire in his heart.

"Xiaoyu, don't go up and force them!"

Zhao Pengyu was stunned for a moment, let the opponent throw the throw-in smoothly, took the player to adjust the direction, and was about to cross comfortably, when Xiang Tao rushed up and cut off the ball with a frontal tackle. "Turtle son!"

At the same time, the Syrian team also fell in the penalty area.

Zhu Qiang stood up from the bench, if the referee gives a penalty, it will be over!

The other Syrian players also signaled to the referee that Xiang Tao's action was a foul. But the referee ignored it and turned and ran backwards. The Syrian players didn't dwell too much on it, after all, they had a three-goal lead.

At this time, Xiang Tao, who had broken the ball, had already rushed up with the ball by himself and was rushing towards the Syrian half.

As soon as Wang Yu saw this posture, he knew that Xiang Tao was coming again! He hurriedly ran to cover.

"Xiang Tao carries the ball by himself! He's fast! The Chinese team is counterattacking, he is dribbling the ball, he is still bringing! He's still bringing! A member of the Syrian team pounced, but was pushed away by Xiang Tao! Xiang Tao continued to dribble the ball, and his momentum was amazing! ”

Xiang Tao saw that he was getting closer and closer to the opponent's defense line, and no longer hesitated, and raised his foot to shoot from a distance when there were still twenty-five meters left!

"The ball hit the leg of the opposing defender and flew out of the line! Xiang Tao's shot was too reluctant! Maybe it would be better to give it to Li Jie who pulls the edge. It's a pity! The commentator sighed heavily, in his opinion, Xiang Tao's breakthrough in front of him was very beautiful, but in the end, he chose to shoot a little alone.

"The Chinese team got a corner kick and it's now the eighty-seventh minute. Liu Peng rushed up, and Li Suisheng was also ambushed in the forbidden area. and Xiang Tao, who shot just now, the Chinese team only left one Wang Liang to stay in the half, almost out of the nest! ”

Lin Feng kicked the corner kick, and the Syrian penalty area was suddenly in chaos. In the chaos, a figure jumped high and rushed to the top with great power!

"The ball is in!!" The commentator shouted, "1:3, the Chinese team pulled a goal back!" Nice header! See who it is...... Xiang Tao! It's Xiang Tao! It's Xiang Tao! He scored his first goal in the Olympic team, and it was such a crucial goal! ”

Xiang Tao fiercely pushed away the Syrian players who were blocking him and ran towards the coach's box. Take off your jersey while running, then throw it aside, ** and rush into the boiling crowd with your upper body! I don't care if I get a yellow card!

After giving the opponent a penalty, he used his header to equalize the aggregate score for the Chinese team, and relied on away goals to dominate! Xiang Tao, a twenty-one-year-old young man, saved the Chinese team! ”

Qiu Suhui hugged Xiang Tao tightly: "Good boy! Well done! Well done! Well done......"

"Teach, coach ......"

"What's wrong?"

"I, I'm out of breath, ahem!"

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"There are five minutes left, you must hold on!" The substitutes were all standing on the sidelines, shouting into the stadium that if they held on for five minutes, they would be in the final stage.

Qiu Suhui sat in the coach's seat and said nothing. The three substitutions have been used up, and now it depends on the performance of the players on the field, and he can't help anything.

The Syrian player crossed, Liu Peng fought for the first point, but the second point he topped down allowed Syria to grab it. The opponent kicked a powerful shot in the penalty area, but Xiang Tao blocked it out of bounds with his body.

Then the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, and the Chinese team relied on a goal from Xiang Tao in the final moments to eliminate the Syrian Olympic team because of the advantage of away goals.

But for the young Olympic team, they are not yet ready to breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy the joy of reaching the final stage. The domestic media and fans are already waiting for them, not flowers and wine, but reproaches and abuse.

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Li Jie connected his laptop to the Internet cable and prepared to surf the Internet. "Are you still planning to go online?" Zhao Pengyu looked at his roommate in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you really not know or do you not know? Now the whole country is scolding us for nothing, especially online. I don't want you to smash the computer. ”

"It's not that serious, is it?" Li Jie dialed the number, then opened the news webpage and clicked to enter the sports National Olympic topic. Behind the news of "the National Olympic Games lost 1:3 away to Syria and relied on away goals to enter the next round", almost all of them were messages of condemnation and abuse.

"Dissolve the National Olympics! Let them die! ”

"Their bunch of garbage also wears Olympic jerseys?"

"Qiu SB took a group of small SBs to Syria, and came back from playing a giant SB game!"

"Are they wondering how much money they can make in the future? Why is it the same as sleepwalking? ”

"What did the Olympic team do collectively at night?"

"Down with the Chinese Pig Association! Down with the Qiu Pigs! Down with the Chinese Olympic pig team! ”

"Instead of entering the top 12 like this, it is better to let them die directly in Syria!"

"I hope that the national Olympic team will not be able to enter Athens, so as not to lose the face of the Chinese!"

"Shoot them all!"

"Huh? Do you still watch Chinese football? I'm laughing to death! Since that Luo SB made Qiu SB the head coach of the National Olympic Team, I won't watch it, it's no fun! ”

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Li Jie's hands were shaking, and after the first game, everyone was full of praise, why did they all scold as if they didn't know each other after seven days. Zhao Pengyu saw that Li Jie's face was wrong, and hurriedly rushed over to protect the computer. Li Jie's portable is the only entertainment tool for several of them, who is responsible for being smashed?

"Calm down, calm down!"

But Li Jie didn't pay attention to Zhao Pengyu, he sat on the bed and wanted to cry: "Why did everyone's attitude change so quickly?" We are not eliminated, we will win in the end! ”

"Stupid, who told us that we were so far apart? After watching the first game, everyone would have thought that it would not be a problem for us to win Syria away. As a result...... "Zhao Pengyu broke the network cable, and he would rather look at the blue desktop in a daze than face the flood of anger on the Internet."

The two were silent, perhaps since they happily entered the National Olympic Games, they should have had this kind of awareness: the five-star red flag on their chests is not for showing off, since they have worn this jersey, they have to pay everything for it, including bearing reproach and insults. Sooner or later, they will have to face the current situation, and what player will not be scolded? Especially in China. They're still young, and they'll be much better in the future, because they'll all get used to it by then.

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"Ahh The national Olympic team is now being scolded very badly! ”

"yes, yes, it's terrible to play away from home!"

"Huh?" A team member saw Wu Shangshan walking by, and hurriedly stopped him, "Xiao Wu! Look at you, the National Olympic team is playing really badly! They are now the enemies of the people! Luckily, you're out of the Olympics, ho ho! Otherwise, you'll regress in that kind of garbage team! ”

But Wu Shangshan turned his head and gave the other party a fierce look: "Do you have the ability to repeat what you just said?" ”

"Hey? What's going on? Seeing Wu Shangshan walking towards him step by step, he was frightened, "Just kidding, just kidding, don't be so nervous, right?" ”

Wu Shangshan continued to walk towards him, and then passed by him. A person of 1.86 meters is still a bit of a deterrent to a person of 1.7 meters.

Then, Wu Shangshan ignored him and continued to walk towards the training ground.

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The pressure on Qiu Suhui is much greater than that of the players, because in addition to the condemnation from the media and fans, there is also pressure from the Football Association that makes him physically and mentally exhausted. After returning from Syria, the national Olympic team was disbanded on the spot and took a week's holiday. As the head coach, he has to stay in the capital and be questioned by the leaders.

Why not make substitutions when you're in a difficult situation away from home?

Why are the two teams in the first and second games?

Why disband the former National Olympics and find some young people who rarely even play in professional leagues?

Why a two-month closed training?

Why don't you hide the contradictions within the team?

Why did you neglect the ideological education of the team members?

Why aren't Zhang Jun and Yang Pan recalled?

Why......

Qiu Suhui's head is big, and he was criticized for five reflection and summary meetings in a week, so he was almost asked to stand on the rostrum and wear a high hat and fly the plane. If it weren't for Chen Wei who kept helping him defend himself, maybe he would have been dismissed by Luo Wenqiang, and it can be seen that the head of the Football Association has a very bad face.

To be a pioneer of Chinese football. This is his bold statement in the Netherlands, but now no matter how I look at it, I look like a "waste picker", angry everywhere, and it is difficult to walk.

In front of the news media, the Chinese Football Association still strongly supported Qiu Suhui, and said to reporters with a smile on his face: "The Football Association trusts Qiu Suhui's ability." ”

They can't slap themselves in the face, can they? In any case, the national Olympic team finally crossed the hurdle of Syria after more than two months of hastily forming a team.

And the U.S. Women's World Cup is about to start, and the Football Association can also take a breather. Because everyone's focus is on the United States and the Chinese women's football team, which has brought countless honors and prestige to China.

It's a pity that the last fig leaf of the Chinese Football Association has torn off the Canadian women's football team, which broke into the knockout stage for the first time. The women's football that represents the glorious years of Chinese football has finally become a thing of the past, a piece of history. The sonorous rose finally could not resist the invasion of time and withered in the United States, and all the problems and contradictions were washed up by the wave of failure.

The future of the Olympic Games is bleak and the decline of women's football. The golden autumn that should have been a bumper harvest is full of anger and helpless sadness, and perhaps the only thing that can cheer up the Chinese people is Zhang Jun's continuous goals in the Netherlands.

While Yang Pan was still struggling to get on the ball in Bologna, Zhang Jun was proving the mistakes of the Milan lab with one goal after another. And reality also unconsciously pushed him to the point where Chinese football only hopes. Whether it is the Football Association, the media, or ordinary fans, they have tacitly translated their disappointment and dissatisfaction with Chinese football tenfold into expectations for Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun's ankle, which was cursed by the Milan laboratory, actually bears the ardent expectations of hundreds of millions of people, which I am afraid even the parties concerned never thought of, right?

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