Márquez has shut up completely.

He collapsed on the seat of the coach's box, and the old Brazilian coach, who was not young in the first place, seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden.

Brazilian football, which I am proud of, is so vulnerable that it has been beaten into a sieve by a bunch of Chinese who don't know how to kick the ball.

It is impossible for Brazilian football to lose to China, so it can only be itself that loses!

You're really old, aren't you·····

The crowd on the sidelines were dismayed, and they couldn't remember the last time they were humiliated by a foreign team on their own soil, perhaps back to the shameful 7-1 in the 2014 World Cup semi-finals. However, at that time, they lost to the European football powerhouse German team, but now, their opponents are just a group of unknown Chinese teenagers!

"Shhhhh

And then this thread quickly spread to cover the entire training ground.

"Márquez: Fuck off!"

"You're a disgrace to the Brazilians!"

"You don't deserve to play football!"

"You have made a bunch of Chinese children look like Real Madrid, Barcelona, Sao Paulo!"

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Accusations and invectives have come and gone.

The match was played at the base training ground, with the stands next to the stadium and even a lot of spectators gathered around the training ground, so the harsh sounds were very clear, as if they were ringing in the ears of Marquez and his players.

Being poked in the backbone and scolded is particularly uncomfortable. What's more, the game was only a group of 18 or 9-year-old teenagers, and the Brazilian players on the field bowed their heads in shame, and some even sobbed. Márquez, on the other hand, slumped in his seat, staring blankly at the pitch with empty eyes, as if he had lost hope in life.

When the effect of high foresight was achieved, he changed the general, and the only remaining substitute was also replaced, so far, all Chinese teenagers have the experience of playing.

In this way, Gao Yuan also sent a signal to the Brazilians: we don't rely on one person to win, each of us is strong!

Gao Yuan's original intention was that this score was almost the same, everyone was a club, there was no need to make it too ugly, the score of 5:0 was enough to teach the arrogant Brazilians a lesson.

But the players on the field misunderstood Gao Yuan's intentions, these blood boys rose up, and when they saw Gao Yuan changing people at this time, they thought that he was not satisfied with the score, and wanted to replace them with a new force to continue to strengthen the attack.

This is exactly what they wanted, so instead of relaxing, they screamed and continued to chase and fight.

One side has completely lost morale, and the morale of the army is weakened; On the other side, the fighting spirit is high, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, how to play this game.

In the 74th minute, Wang Zi organized a tandem in the front court, taking himself as the axis, and Qiu Feng, He Xiaoke, Pan Xinyue, Liu Yun and several people passed the ball in a row.

The score expanded to 6:0!

This ball was passed 15 times in a row, and several offensive players in the front court all participated, all of them were kicked out in the interspersed running, which really played the essence of tikitaka. In front of the Brazilian players, this group of Chinese teenagers seems to be a Barcelona-like existence.

Márquez is already dead-faced, and there is nothing to love.

Watching the Chinese kick out the ball in a row, his already blank brain suddenly remembered that Gao Yuan emphasized the scene of fast ball and simulated actual combat over and over again during the circle training, and at that time he also ridiculed the Chinese for making a fuss and making a game link into a harsh training, but it turned out that the Chinese were right, just like Gao Yuan said "one minute on the stage, ten years off the stage", it is precisely because of the perseverance and strictness on the training ground that there is a smooth flow during the game.

In the 81st minute, Xu Yifan made a long-distance long pass, although the Brazilian player grabbed the first point first and cleared the ball with a header, but the shrewd He Xiaoke predicted in advance and grabbed the second landing point, and then quickly organized a second attack, a straight stopper, Pan Xinyue pushed with his right foot, and broke the goal again.

7：0。

Márquez's cloudy old eyes were already a little blurry. He couldn't remember how many times this was the first time he was snatched to the second drop point by the Chinese. He didn't understand why the Chinese always seemed to react half a beat faster than their players, but it was this half-beat time that could determine the trend of the game and the outcome of the game.

But why is this happening? Could it be that the Chinese are inherently faster to react than the Brazilians? Impossible! Then there's the difference in training.

"The high-tech training room has a unique effect on reflexes and agility," Perinati's words echoed in his mind, could it be that nerd's words right? His pile of high-tech toys isn't just toys? Is it true that he has fallen behind and should be swept away in the dustbin of history along with the backward traditional ideas of Brazilian football·····

In the 89th minute, Wang Zi's continuous breakthroughs won a free kick opportunity in a very good position. Of course, Qiu Feng would not miss such an opportunity, a strongly rotating banana ball, bypassing the goalkeeper's save, flew into the corner of the goal again.

8:0

Márquez didn't think about anything anymore, he felt very tired, the belief he had held on all his life had collapsed, and something seemed to have been pulled out of his soul, and he felt like a walking corpse.

The summer sea breeze in Happiness Harbor blew, but Marquez felt a little cold and subconsciously shrunk his neck.

There was no more abuse on the sidelines, because the fans had almost left, and those who remained were media reporters or relevant industry insiders. The camera of the camera reporter happened to capture Márquez's movements just now, in the shot, a poor old man who has been eliminated by history, sitting alone on the sidelines, confused and helpless, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Finally, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the match. The hand of time points to exactly 90 minutes, without a single second of stoppage time.

The victorious Chinese teenagers did not celebrate wantonly, as if everything was taken for granted.

As Gao Yuan said, we will win, and we can win beautifully.

The biggest gain in this game is not to win, nor to just boost confidence, but to completely convince everyone that Gao Gui is right and Gao Jiajun is invincible.

In the hearts of these 18 and 9-year-old teenagers, Gao Yuan is not only their coach, but also their leading big brother, but also close to the existence of God. Since then, everyone has resolutely supported all the decisions made by Gao Yuan; All lofty instructions, everyone unswervingly followed!

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ps:Labor Day to take a day off.,It's been updated for 162 days in a row since November.,Fenghou has been tired of becoming a dog.,Need to take a leave of absence.,Take advantage of the auspicious number of 250 chapters.,Ask for a leave with your face.。 Have a great time on Labor Day!

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