A butterfly flapping its wings in South America can trigger a tornado in North America.

This is the butterfly effect.

After the game, when many people looked back on this game, they found that Han Peng's goal was too important, and he was the butterfly.

After conceding the ball, Zhao Guanglai began to gamble.

The South Koreans are arrogant, and they will not allow themselves to lose to their former defeated opponents, China.

The South Korean team's offense began to press, and it was a bit risky, and Zhu Guanghu saw the clues.

Or...... Extinguished the stick?

Before the game, Zhu Guanghu would never allow himself to underestimate the enemy, because the arrogant soldiers would be defeated, which was what the ancestor said.

But now......

Zhu Guanghu's eyes drifted around on the court, and he suddenly saw Tang Zhenglong.

"Director Zhu, do you want to kill the stick?"

Zhu Guanghu was shocked.

"Why are we telepathic?"

"Don't doubt it."

In fact, it's not telepathy, Tang Zhenglong's little expression, cheap, he has a bad stomach at first glance, Zhu Guanghu just knows him too well.

Zhu Guanghu thought for a moment and nodded.

"!!"

*******

"Park Ji-sung's header, the South Korean team hit too hard, and the Chinese team held on." Duan Xuan sweated for the Chinese team.

Of the last 10 shots on goal, 8 were given by the Korean.

By the 35th minute, the Koreans were a little tired, and the Chinese team's chance came.

is still the captain Zheng Zhi, and the long pass is looking for Tang Zhenglong.

This time Tang Zhenglong was not polite, Park Ji-sung attacked, and if he was not in his position, there was only one Che Duri left.

Tang Zhenglong pretended to pass the ball to Qu Bo, and at the moment when Qu Bo accelerated, Tang Zhenglong smashed the ball and changed direction.

This time, Cheduri was completely shaken off.

After the breakthrough, Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball all the way, and the South Koreans' defense line had no time to retreat.

Tang Zhenglong burst into the penalty area.

"Brother Long, give it to me!"

Tang Zhenglong didn't even look at it, and decisively shot with his right foot.

On the right side of the penalty area, Tang Zhenglong's blessed land, a burst shot hit the near corner of the goal, and the goalkeeper did not react.

GOOOOOOOOOOOAL！！！

2 to 0.

Before Tang Zhenglong rushed to the stands of the South Korean fans, he took off his jersey, sorted it out, and aimed the No. 10 at the fans.

South Korean fans scolded.

"Nishiba."

"Get out."

"Nishiba."

The South Korean player ran over and said, "Please stop provoking." ”

Tang Zhenglong just smiled slightly, "On the court, the winner is king." ”

"You haven't won yet!!" The Koreans were unhappy.

Park Ji-sung pushed his teammates away, and a person stepped forward to negotiate with Tang Zhenglong - "Stop provoking, it's very inappropriate for you to do this." ”

"Why don't I think? All I know is that the one who wins on the pitch has the right to speak. ”

The South Korean players bared their teeth one by one, "You must get it back." ”

"Definitely !!"

The more anxious the South Koreans are, the more problems there are on the court, and even the seasoned Park Ji-sung has made several mistakes.

"What's going on!!"

The head coach of the South Korean team was also a little anxious, and the performance of the players was very different from usual.

The first half ended 0-2.

At the beginning of the second half, South Korea was the main attacker and the Chinese team was the main defender, but the scene seemed to be very chaotic for South Korea's attack.

Ji Chengyong also lost his composure, and several passes went directly to the goalkeeper's arms.

60 minutes of the second half.

The Chinese team played a fast attack again, this time it was Qu Bo who broke through on the side with the ball, went down to the bottom line, and passed back to the penalty area, Tang Zhenglong rushed to the ball and hit the ball into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！！！

The South Korean bench knelt.

0 to 3.

Lost.

Lost.

It is rare for the South Korean Red Devils cheerleaders to leave the field early.

Large numbers of fans in red jerseys began to leave the stadium.

"There are Korean fans who left the stadium early."

"Is the Asian Cup over?"

The camera showed several AFC bigwigs in the stands, and they seemed to be discussing something, the king of Asian football should be born.

After the game, the Korean media also bombarded the head coach, why is he so anxious in a 0-1 situation, there is no need at all.

In the 80th minute of the game, Tang Zhenglong scored from a free kick.

4 to 0!!

This is also the final score, Tang Zhenglong stretched out three fingers, at this time the Korean fans have not responded to Tang Zhenglong's provocation, as if waiting to be beaten Xiao Jingba.

The game is over.

The Chinese team defended the Asian Cup championship.

After the game, Tang Zhenglong was very personable and ran over to comfort the sad Park Ji-sung.

"Don't cry, maybe we'll be teammates."

"You're a big liar."

"Hahaha."

"But I'm sincere, and I hope to be friends with you."

"Then you're still scolding us."

"With the jersey, I represent the country and now I represent myself."

On the other side, Han Peng found his mobile phone.

"Mom and Dad, I won the championship, I'm in Doha."

"We're watching the livestream."

"Bring us a lawn back."

“……”

"Dad, I'm afraid this won't work."

"This can't be done!!"

Han Peng almost died of sweat.

"Okay, I'm not going to talk to you, I'm going to the awards ceremony."

******

AFC President Hammam.

He received the Asian Cup from Miss Hostess, the trophy representing Asia's highest honor.

Zheng Zhi walked towards Haman.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you, Mr. President."

Zheng Zhi took over the Asian Cup championship trophy.

"Long Long, come here."

Tang Zhenglong held half of it, and Zheng Zhi held the other half.

"I'll count one, two, three."

One.

Two.

Three.

Champion!!!

Champagne is coming.

You see that the Europeans took the trophy and really drank champagne with the trophy, and we will come once.

Han Peng poured champagne into the Asian Cup.

"What do you say?"

"It's champagne, or else?"

"I don't know, I'll come first."

Han Peng took a sip.

"Sure enough, it's champagne."

Hahaha.

"Brother Long, you come."

"I don't want it, there's your saliva on it."

Burst.

Hahaha.

"I'm not sick."

"How do I know?"

Everyone laughed.

Li Tie ran over, "Take a group photo." ”

The whole team took a group photo with the trophy, Zhu Guanghu was the happiest laughing, and he was leaving.

The next day, Zhu Guanghu resigned as the head coach of the Chinese team for health reasons, and the Football Association expressed its gratitude for his contribution to the national football team.

******

Doha Airport.

The small plane waiting for Tang Zhenglong was about to take off.

Han Peng and a few teammates came to see him off.

"Brother Long, I'm going to separate again, I'm really reluctant."

"Me too."

"Otherwise, you can take me to Real Madrid."

"Hehe, you're thinking too much."

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong hugged everyone.

"Let's go, call us."

The plane took off, circled over Doha and headed for Madrid.

"Don't look at it."

Fermina laughed.

"I don't look at it."

Tang Zhenglong retracted his gaze.

"Fermina, I have a question."

"What?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled: "Have you tried...... Crash? ”

"I've heard that the beds on private jets are soft."

"Don't force me to drop you down."

Burst.

Tang Zhenglong Khan died.