Wu Qingyuan died at the age of 100, and Takakura Jian did not pass the eighty-four levels of the ghost gate. Those who want to leave cannot be recalled, and those who remain cannot be erased. Thank them for the good memories they have left, and I wish you all a good mood reading!

This kind of opponent with its own hatred value, the value of the warm-up match is comparable to that of the official game. Zhu Guanghu confirmed with his opponent before the game, and both sides had five substitutions. So at the beginning of the second half, Zhang Xiaorui put on the battle, and the jersey number was very auspicious, No. 18.

However, after seeing clearly who was replaced, the audience was a little dissatisfied. Lu Wei, the wonder boy who is second only to the big-headed guy in their hearts, was only allowed to play for 45 minutes?

Reasonable fans are just here, knowing that this is just a warm-up game, and training the players is the first thing. It's not very rational, looking at the score of 1:0, it's not angry, but the slightly dissatisfied feelings have been buried, and the nerves have begun to become sensitive and fragile, and they can't help but compare the performance of the replaced one with the magic boy in their minds.

People are more popular than people, and the sad little fat man Zhang Xiaorui, as if God can't get along with him, it's rare for the head coach to be so important, but he is in such a situation.

In fact, Zhu Guanghu can't really be blamed, according to his assumption, Lu Wei's physical condition will definitely not pass the World Junior Championships, and the necessary rotation or substitution is inevitable, and it is of course reasonable to make plans early.

The current situation is reasonable, but it is not reasonable.

The sudden test once again weighed heavily on Zhang Xiaorui's heart.

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15 minutes into the second half of the game, the little fat man who was still nervous, his heartbeat was uncontrollable, and his palms were full of sweat.

Every time you get the ball, there will be a buzzing chatter, and every mistake will make the sound suddenly louder. The boos weren't enough, but they were based on the fact that the score was still leading.

The strings in my heart are tight, and I can't take care of the sweat on my face to wipe it, for fear of missing the opportunity, for fear of making another mistake.

If I hadn't completely walked out of the magic barrier in the previous week and repeatedly consolidated my confidence, I guess my legs would have weakened.

The current Zhang Xiaorui, like a knife that has been carefully sharpened by craftsmen repeatedly, is consciously sharp, but he has never been on the battlefield and drunk the blood of the enemy, and he is always a little unsteady when he shines the blade.

Zhu Guanghu was also a little helpless, and the situation in front of him was really a little unprepared.

Maybe it was out of guilt, Director Zhu waved his hand, and Shang Yi was called back to replace Li Jingyu.

His old man's wishful thinking is like this: just now you focused on the only guy who came off the bench, now I'll replace it with one more, so I can share some attention.

It's a pity that it failed.

He Yan Zhan Zhòng underestimated Lu Wei's popularity in this land!

While fans admired the guy who scored in the first half, more people remembered the winner-winning penalty he missed. After a little discussion, continue to focus on the poor little fat man and complain about the confused head coach.

What's even more unsuccessful is that Li Jingyu and Lu Wei, who lacked the run-in in the first half, began to be passive.

I didn't think about one step, and I started to make mistakes step by step!

The head coach of the South Korean team waved his hand and replaced two people on the field in a row. Inadvertently, he turned his head to look over and saw Zhu Guanghu's clenched teeth and clenched fists.

A smile from the bottom of my heart welled up and spread from the corners of my mouth, and although the score was still behind, it was as if I saw the wave of the goddess of victory.

In the second half, it really didn't work, you guys!

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Li Tie has never felt that there is a game that will be so tormenting.

Not to mention the strange situation in the first half, the current situation of doing bad things with good intentions is completely unexpected!

Zhang Xiaorui's nervousness, the dissatisfaction on Da Yu's face that left the game ahead of schedule, the completely skewed attention of the audience, and the state of the opponent becoming more and more courageous, like a tight spell, the tighter and tighter, almost out of breath.

The attention that was consumed too much in advance also began to dissipate.

I'm the captain, how can I always be distracted!

Cheer up, so many people are watching, Zhang Xiaorui still needs his own encouragement and help!

Li Tie, who bit her lower lip tightly, shouted vigorously: "Xiaorui, be steady, they are a little fierce!" ”

Before Zhang Xiaorui could reply, a chain reaction of mistakes began.

In the 68th minute of the game, in the hot and humid basin climate of July, the teenagers, who were too consumed by their bodies and attention, made mistakes.

First of all, Zhang Xiaorui stopped the ball a little more after taking the ball in the front court, and half of the ball was hit by the opponent with his shoulder and fell to the ground, but he did not foul.

Shang Yi, who quickly returned to the defense, was nearby, but a tackle on the spot was a fraction of a second, and was passed by the opponent, and then, Li Tie, who came to fill the position, was passed through a small door by the opponent with a little luck before he got close.

The stadium, which suddenly quieted down, watched the two members of the South Korean team continue to make a beautiful one-two on the edge of the big penalty area, and then fired a powerful right-footed shot from 15 yards, piercing through Li Jian's seemingly stable ten-finger pass.

The score was 1:1.

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In fact, only Zhang Xiaorui, who made a mistake at the beginning of stopping the ball, had to bear a slightly greater responsibility for this lost goal. And in the eyes of insiders, at this time of the game, there is really nothing to blame for this kind of mistake in the front court.

But then a series of defensive actions that were passed, as if cooperating with the opponent's performance, made this lost goal unbearable!

The flame of weak dissatisfaction before was now lit by Teng, and at that moment, the more and more high-pitched boos rang out, and even the South Korean players were stunned, celebrated a few times, and then prepared to kick off.

For this national junior team, the audience only recognizes and supports, but there is no affection in their bones. If it weren't for those two guys, a lot of people wouldn't have skipped school on Friday afternoons to watch the game.

And the goal in front of him, rational and irrational, will point the finger at the manager's substitution!

Then there is nothing to be embarrassed about, and the boos are even mixed with some national scolding!

The two bigwigs of the Football Association glanced at each other with a wry smile, and their brows furrowed in unison. The two guys next to him were even more up-and-down.

Zhu Guanghu's face was not good-looking, but he got up to comfort the players: "It doesn't matter, concentrate, do you remember what I said at halftime?" ”

On and off the field, the players replied neatly: "Remember!" ”

The voice was loud, but the breath was insufficient, although they all looked up, their eyes were a little scattered.

Zhu Guanghu sighed in his heart, waved his hand, but only changed a defender.

Then I heard the shouting and scolding one after another.

"Stupid *B head coach, what kind of birdman did you change!"

"Dead fatty, go down, you, what are you throwing here!"

"You change our No. 9 too, so you don't have to carry the black pot with you!"

The love-hate guys came out of the frenzy and fell into the ice cellar step by step.

The heart struggling in heat expansion and cold contraction has no way to tolerate it.

Do you blame them?

The sunlight was too dazzling, and You Mo squinted his eyes and smiled.

In the stands.

The bunch, the spittle, the crowd of excited guys.