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Li Guo smiled, it is really rare for such a serious person to be, "I know, but if the bleeding can't be stopped, you can only end up." ”

Zhou Dun suddenly lost his momentum, although he could fight bloodily, but the rules did not allow it, Zhou Dun glanced at the team doctor, "Okay, wrap it up." ”

Wrapped in bandages, Li Guo looked at it and smiled: "It's still very handsome." ”

Zhou Dun smiled bitterly: "Head, don't be sarcastic about me." ”

The game continued, and neither side was able to create a threatening attack for the rest of the first half, and the Chinese team ended the first half with a score of 2-0.

At halftime, the camera cut to the bigwigs in the stands, and the final was also full of bigwigs.

The Australian Prime Minister came, the FA president came, the AFC president came, the vice president came, and some FIFA bigwigs, but this time Blatter didn't come.

But except for Zhang Jilong, everyone else can't laugh now, especially Australians, who have an indescribable discomfort.

AFC President Salman sat next to Zhang Jilong, and he whispered: "Australians look ugly." ”

Zhang Jilong, of course, knew what Salman meant, and said: "There are still 45 minutes left, and it is difficult to say who wins and who loses. ”

"Hehe, do you think the Australians still have any hope of turning the tables around? I don't see it that way, their attack was blown once, missed once, and it seems that Allah is not on the side of the Australians anymore. ”

Zhang Jilong smiled in his heart, "Australians don't believe in Allah, but he doesn't know what Salman means, strictly speaking, the two people are in a competitive relationship." ”

Salman walked around for a long time, and finally said what was in his heart, "I heard that old guy Blatter is in an unstable position." ”

Zhang Jilong didn't speak, just smiled.

"Have you ever thought that the FIFA presidency would be held by an Asian?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Jilong was surprised, but he suppressed it and didn't show it, this old guy still wants to be in charge of FIFA.

If it was in the past, no one would dare to covet the throne of FIFA president, because the one that opposed Blatter was cleaned up one by one, and Blatter's means were indeed very high, but now it is different, Blatter has a problem.

Zhang Jilong still didn't speak, because he didn't touch Salman's hole cards, even if this old guy coveted the position of FIFA president, then why tell himself? That's the key.

Salman did not let Zhang Jilong wait too long, "With the current level of Chinese football, I think it is very appropriate for a Chinese to be the president of the AFC." ”

Haha, Zhang Jilong understands that this old guy's wishful thinking is that he will elect himself to take charge of the AFC, and then the AFC will fully support him in the helm of FIFA.

What a wonderful move, I have to say that Salman, the old fox, has grasped the key - the support of the AFC and China, so he will have a lot of weight in charge of FIFA.

Of course Zhang Jilong is willing, this is also the wish of the Chinese, to take charge of the AFC!

"Hehe, what you said must be right, I don't doubt this."

Salman nodded, very happy, he knew it was done.

*****

While the two bigwigs were talking, an all-out martial arts was being staged in the Australian dressing room.

"You idiot,"

"Boss, if you do this again, I'm going to fight back."

"Yes, hurry up."

Postecoglou was pushing Jedinak against the wall, not because of the wall, of course, but because Jedinac gave Podinak a look, and the latter became angry.

"It's okay for you two to say less, I know everybody's upset right now," Cowell said.

In the end, it was Yedinak who relented first, "Boss, it's me who is wrong, you can fight." ”

Postecoglou symbolically punched Jedinac in the chest, "Get out." ”

Colwill was a player who had experienced the miracle night in Istanbul that year, so he started talking about history in the hope of encouraging the players, but Postecoglou knew it didn't help.

He patted Colwill gently, "Harry, you can rest first, I'll do it." ”

"God is raised by cousins."

Everyone was shocked, how could the manager say such a thing? Especially those who have a devout faith.

'Our goal was blown away and we were close to shooting in front of goal, didn't we?'

Everyone muttered in their hearts, no matter what, you can't insult God.

"Okay, I'm just scolding, if God is going to punish us, okay, let every goal we score be blown away, or hit the post, and leave all the injustice to Australia."

Bo Shuai's move can be described as a surprising victory, the so-called mourning soldiers will win, which makes everyone feel extremely unhappy, and finally has a fierce resistance.

Everyone thinks that too, we have even scolded God, how can we be unlucky? Even if it's the same as the boss said.

As a result, everyone got up and scolded, and for a while the locker room was full of dirty words, and Colwell didn't dare to listen, but after scolding, his heart suddenly became smooth.

"Cool, isn't it?" Postecoglou looked at everyone with a smile, he usually drove the car when he was stressed, found a place where no one was and scolded, and felt much more comfortable afterwards.

Cowell's three views were shocked, "Anger, is this okay?" ”

A civilized person like Cowell never blows foul language, so ...... A little surprised by this situation.

"Okay, children, keep your fire and use it on the Chinese when you get to the court," at this time, Bo Shuai took out his mobile phone again and called up Li Guo's photo, "If you don't have fighting spirit, think about this bastard." ”

The big guy gritted his teeth with hatred, eager to rush to the court immediately, Colwill began to worry, and said softly: "Ange, will they be sent off with a red card like this." ”

"Hehe, Harry, don't worry, they are professional players, if they can't even control this, it means that they shouldn't eat football at all."

Cowell was stunned for a moment, this is completely scoundrel language, but he has no better way, the chicken soup for the soul is no longer working, maybe this strange treatment of Bo Shuai is useful.

What's going on in the Australian dressing room?

In fact, Li Guo doesn't need to look at it to guess nine times out of ten, how can the host admit defeat, the second half will definitely be more violent, but this is also a compulsory course, why can Chinese football always fail at critical moments in the past, because it is not ruthless enough.

The lack of a desperate ruthlessness is a problem, but under Li Guo, the problem of Chinese football no longer exists. (To be continued.) )