At nine o'clock in the evening Beijing time, five o'clock in the afternoon local time, with the referee's whistle, the game began. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the game started, the Omani players were indeed like warriors blessed by the gods, with high morale and running all over the field, completely tireless.

In contrast, the players of the Chinese team still showed an uncomfortable side to this kind of hot weather, especially the returnee players, who were tired and in high temperature, so that they were not in very good condition.

Zhou Yi is no exception.

After all, he is also a human being, not an omnipotent god who makes no mistakes with people.

With this trade-off, Oman naturally has the advantage on the field.

They controlled the tempo of the game and attacked fiercely, while the Chinese team could only shrink their defense and avoid conceding goals.

Sun Pan performed quite well, saving Oman's shots many times.

But today he is not in the best form. You must know that he only finished the league on the night of June 1, flew to Oman the next day, and appeared in the match against Oman on the 4th.

Not to mention the run-in with the team, he probably doesn't even have a chance to fall jet lag.

From the arrival in Muscat to the match, there were only two days to complete the game, and the only time to actually participate in the team's training was June 3.

How good can he be?

This was evident from the few saves he made in the game.

If it were normal times, he would have been able to hold some balls in his arms directly, and he would not have given Oman any corner kicks or a chance to make up for it.

But today, there were a few balls that he could only save from the bottom line and give the opponent a corner.

Compared to his performance at Atletico Madrid, his body looked a little heavy and he couldn't jump.

Of course, Sun Pan also knew that he was in poor physical condition, but he didn't show it, and every time he saved the opponent's shot, he would get up from the ground, wave his fists and scream.

This is not only to boost the morale of the whole team, but also to cheer yourself up.

But he was so high and low, he still couldn't completely block the other party's indiscriminate bombardment.

In the 26th minute, Omani midfielder Qasim Sayidi burst into the box and the ball slid against the turf into the bottom right corner of the goal.

Sun Panfei pounced and flicked the football with one palm.

But because it was so far away, he just touched the football with the tips of his fingers, so he didn't exert any force. The ball bounced outward, hit the post, and bounced back......

Just in time to be caught up by Omani striker Aziz Mubarak who was inserted in the penalty area, he stretched out his foot and stabbed it, and the football passed over Sun Pan and flew into the goal!

"AZIZ-MUBARAK !!GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!" The Oman TV commentator shouted excitedly.

The Sultan Qaboos Stadium was filled with jubilation, with Omani fans dressed in traditional Arab costumes jumping up and waving Omani scarves in their hands.

At the same time, the fans of the Chinese team sat in their seats with their heads in their hands, and the dazzling sunlight reflected everyone's faces extremely pale.

"Ah, no! I lost the ball!" He Ping, who was at the scene, said disappointedly.

Before the game, he was worried that the hot weather and the lack of rest of the returnees would be the biggest problem for the Chinese team, and now the problem has exploded.

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Sun Pan, who lost the ball, lay on the ground and hammered the ground hard.

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He knew in his heart that this ball shouldn't have been the result, and he knew why he had lost the ball - when he pushed it out, he obviously felt that the force from his legs was not enough, so that he didn't fly enough distance when he kicked out, in fact, it was just a little bit worse...... But it was this little bit that caused the goal to be conceded.

If it were normal, he should have slapped the football off the line instead of rubbing it with the tip of his finger.

The television broadcast gave some close-ups of the Chinese players who had lost the ball, and many of them opened their mouths wide and breathed like fish out of water, hoping to get more oxygen in.

Everyone's jerseys were soaked in sweat and clinging to their bodies.

Twenty-six minutes into the game, they looked like they had been fished out of the water, and the exhaustion was heart-wrenching, and they were worried about the prospects of the rest of the game.

"Hey, I don't expect to win either, it's nice to be able to equalize...... someone started saying this online, and it was quickly agreed.

"It's just, a draw is not bad, and in the next two games, as long as we win one, we will qualify......

"Oman's game schedule is too much, it is worthy of being a West Asian team, and everything must be done with off-board moves!"

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After the game restarted, Oman took the opportunity to attack, and for a while the Chinese team was in front of the goal, and the danger continued.

China, watching in front of the TV and in the stands, was worried about the fans, for fear that the next goal would be conceded.

On the sidelines, head coach Gao Hongbo had already left the coach's bench and stood outside the stadium, nervously watching everything that was happening on the field.

But he couldn't do it better.

It's not a tactical problem, it's a poor form of the players.

The weather is indeed very hot, and people who are so hot that they don't do anything, they will have a dry mouth, and there is a possibility of dehydration. Not to mention the players who are running desperately on the pitch.

Only half an hour after the game started, there were constantly Chinese team players who took advantage of various dead ball opportunities to come to the sidelines to ask the coaching staff for water.

The amount of sweating is much greater than usual, and if you can't replenish water in time, you will really be dehydrated, and in severe cases, you may faint.

There were no good signs in today's game, as if the whole world was focused on the Chinese team in a bad situation.

In fact, Gao Hongbo's goal for this game is not to win, but to draw, and a draw is as acceptable to him as a victory. But even so, he didn't expect the situation to be so difficult today.

Now it seems that the draw may not be so easy to get......

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In the first half, the Chinese team basically did not have any decent attack, as almost everyone retreated to their own half to fend off Oman's attack.

After taking the lead, Oman was more morale and full of confidence, feeling that they really had any hope of beating China at home, so the quality of the attack was also very high.

The Chinese team had to play with the spirit of 12 points to cope with it, in order to barely keep not conceding a goal.

Fortunately, until the end of the first half, the Chinese team did not concede any more goals.

When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half, the score was temporarily fixed at 1:0, and Oman, who was playing at home, took the lead.

'The good news is that we only conceded one goal. The bad news is that looking at the players, it's really worrying about how long they can last physically......" Looking at the Chinese players who came off the field, one by one exhausted, He Ping said weakly - he himself just sat and commented, and he felt as if he had exhausted all his strength.

He empathized with the players and naturally felt that there was little hope.

Every player of the Chinese team who entered the locker room sat in his place after coming in, bowing his head and being silent.

Everyone was unhappy with the first half and the result, but there was nothing they could do.

High temperature dehydration makes them feel weak.

Everyone who came in did this, and it inevitably made the atmosphere in the dressing room oppressive.

As a substitute player, Yan Min sat on the bench in the first half, and was anxious for the team the whole time, and every shot from the opponent could make him twist around in his seat, worried about conceding the ball.

Seeing that everyone was exhausted, he couldn't wait to get on the pitch himself to help the team. But he also knows that Zhou Yi is right, he is an intern of the national team, don't forget to think that he can play.

On the pitch, he couldn't contribute his strength, and now he saw that his teammates were bowing their heads and silent, so he couldn't help but jump out and say: "I said what's wrong with you? It's just a goal behind, right? Is it necessary to be so depressed?"

His teammates were alarmed by him, and one of them snorted, "What are you talking about, intern." What's the matter with you?"

Since Zhou Yi called Yan Min "intern", this name has become Yan Min's standard title in the national team, and everyone usually calls him that. Sometimes, it's a kind of intimacy and ridicule, but sometimes it's disdainful.

Falling behind already made everyone feel bad, and hearing Yan Min's noise made them even more irritable, and the tone of their speech was not very good.

But Zhou Yi stood up and expressed his support for Yan Min: "Yan Min is right, it's just that he lost a goal, there's no need to act like the end of the world." ”

The meaning of the words is the same, but Zhou Yishuo and Yan Min feel completely different when they say it.

The international players who were dissatisfied with Yan Min before were silent at this time.

Zhou Yi continued: "That lost ball is actually a bit of luck in it, and we are not very lucky. But that time. Other times, they didn't score either. We all withstood when they were at their strongest, so what was there to worry about? Could it be that they were going to be more aggressive in the second half?"

Speaking of this, Zhou Yi paused for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and then laughed: "Oh, I wish they were more aggressive." ”

Everyone looked at Zhou Yi strangely, not understanding why he said that. During the game, everyone wanted Oman's offensive to be weaker and weaker......

'They're definitely going to step up in the second half because they're just one goal ahead of us now and if they want to make the win a little more secure, they'll need to score at least one more goal. They intensified their offensive so that there would be bigger and more gaps behind them......"

Zhou Yi began to explain to everyone why he thought so.

"And once there are too many gaps behind them, it's a good opportunity for us to counterattack!" Zhou Yi slapped and woke up his teammates in the locker room - Zhou Yi was right, they pressed hard, we can fight their counterattack!

"That's it, just Aman, what's there to be afraid of!" Sun Pan jumped up and said. "If you don't give them some color, they really think they can ride on our necks and and pee!"

Gao Hongbo put his hand on the doorknob and didn't really push the door open, but waited quietly outside.

Now the atmosphere in the locker room was gradually becoming more and more enthusiastic, and he was afraid that he would interrupt the fermentation process of this emotion as soon as he entered.