Chapter 1593
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 1593
"Start warming up!"
With a shout, the players dispersed quickly. Amidst the loud cheers from their own fans in the stands, the warm-up of the Chinese team began.
During the whole warm-up process, Liu Feng felt that his gaze had not shifted at all, which made him take time to look back, and a tall figure at the other end of his gaze was looking at him provocatively.
Liu Feng remembered that he was Popovich, who Camacho called the opponent's defender. Standing on the left side of Popovich at the moment should be his defender partner Moore.
If Liu Feng remembers correctly, these two veterans are both over 30 years old, and they are very similar to the combination of Li Weifeng and Dewey in their own team.
In this regard, Liu Feng's choice is to smile slightly at their gaze.
"..."
This made the two players who tried to put pressure on Liu Feng before the start of the game a little confused. What kind of mentality did the Chinese player use to respond to their provocation with a smile.
After the fleeting smile ended, Liu Feng turned around and started training again. The training intensity that Camacho had planned for the national team players was really not high for him, so he practiced almost every event one step more than others.
After finishing the last pass cooperation with Wu Lei, the team's warm-up also came to an end. Shortly after the Australian team entered the player channel, the Chinese team also returned to the locker room under the leadership of their own coach.
Quickly wiped off the sweat and finished in their respective positions. Some team members were shaking their sweat-wiping hands. This tension soon led to a little silence in the entire locker room.
This made Camacho on one side frown. Since he took over the team, he has discovered this problem. The players under him seem to be too nervous before every game. He has also said many times about this problem, but every time it has little effect.
"Clap clap~"
They clapped their hands. After everyone rested for a while, Camacho decided to speak first. He stood up and came to the players.
"Everyone, I have nothing to say. This is your country, and your fans are sitting outside. They are chanting your names and expecting you to beat your opponents in the game."
Looking at every player wearing a Chinese jersey, Camacho spoke word by word.
"They will never leave you in every game. Even if you lose, every home game is full. I don't know where your tension comes from, but they are definitely not the reason, because I can feel the heartfelt support from every fan present."
"..."
"So, whether you are nervous or relaxed, for the next 10 minutes, don't let those who support you down!"
"understand!"
Loudly echoing the coach's call, the team's sense of tension dissipated a lot under the sense of glory for the country. Then, the team's current captain Li Weifeng also stood up, and this veteran who has always been known for his aggressiveness did the same this time.
"Let me say something first, I don't care what you are thinking, I will play this game to death, don't put all your hopes on others, as if you don't play football yourself, show me some skills, don't let people see clearly!!!"
The players' minds were buzzing as soon as the loud voice started. Li Weifeng's words were rough and reasonable, and his meaning was obvious. He was not optimistic about how much Liu Feng, who had just joined the team for a few days, could help the game.
"Of course, the coach's tactics must be strictly implemented. Give the ball to whomever you want. Don't let me see anyone still stumbling in the game!"
As a domestic football veteran who came from the darkest moment, although the current team has long since lost all kinds of cliques and cliques, Li Weifeng still vaccinated all the players.
"One mind and one mind, lose counts! I don't need to work hard, and I don't need fans to scold me, I can let you~~~"
"Ahem, it's alright, alright, Lao Li, please sit down."
Dewey at the side saw that his elder brother who was his elder brother ten years ago could hardly hug him anymore, so he stood up and told him to stop.
"Hmph, anyway, just kick me to death, and, Liu Feng, you also have to say a few words!"
No one expected that the old captain would immediately point to Liu Feng as soon as he changed the subject, which meant a lot of things, at least one thing, regardless of what the old Paoer said, he really trusted Liu Feng.
"Uh~, good."
Liu Feng, who was suddenly named, was not stage-frightened either. Having served as the captain of both Piacenza and Arsenal, he was no stranger to the pre-match talk. After he stood up, he exuded his leadership qualities.
"Guys, what I want to say is very simple. We come from all over the world and wear the same jersey. The reason is nothing else. As the hope of 14 billion people in football, winning the game is our best answer to the fans."
Simple opening, then straight to the core.
"This game is a life-and-death battle for us. Although I haven't joined the team for a long time, I still want to say, don't be sorry for the jersey we are wearing, this dragon! The Chinese team must win!!!"
"Hey! We must win!"
Wu Lei, Zhang Yuning, Wei Shihao and others gave Liu Feng a lot of face, and they yelled out after Liu Feng yelled out.
"Definitely!"
Afterwards, Li Weifeng and Dewey followed closely behind and let out louder roars. This time, the entire locker room exploded in an instant.
"Win!!! Roar! Roar! Roar!"
"Bang bang bang~"
The locker room door was knocked, team captain Li Weifeng was the first to open the door and walked out, Liu Feng walked out as the last player in front of the goalkeeper, and the countdown of the game began.
"CCTV, CCTV, good afternoon, viewers and friends. Welcome to the fifth round of the 2014 World Cup Asian Qualifiers Group B match between China and Australia. I am the commentator Liu Jianhong."
When the familiar opening words sounded, the Chinese team in red jerseys and the Australian team in yellow jerseys were already standing opposite each other on the court.
"Shhhhhh!!!"
"Okay, with the referee's whistle, Yu Dabao, standing in front of the kick-off point, took the ball. In this game, the Chinese team chose the right to kick-off, and the ball was quickly passed to the foot of Liu Feng in the midfield. Camacho arranged for him to be the midfielder in this game."
At the beginning of the game, the game was not as tentative and stable as people imagined, because the three forwards and four midfielders of the Australian team immediately pressed towards the half of the Chinese team.
"Oh~, in this game, the Australian team sent out the 343 formation they often use against weak teams. This is a very impactful formation."
Chapter 2 here!Thank you for your great support! ! !
(End of this chapter)
"Start warming up!"
With a shout, the players dispersed quickly. Amidst the loud cheers from their own fans in the stands, the warm-up of the Chinese team began.
During the whole warm-up process, Liu Feng felt that his gaze had not shifted at all, which made him take time to look back, and a tall figure at the other end of his gaze was looking at him provocatively.
Liu Feng remembered that he was Popovich, who Camacho called the opponent's defender. Standing on the left side of Popovich at the moment should be his defender partner Moore.
If Liu Feng remembers correctly, these two veterans are both over 30 years old, and they are very similar to the combination of Li Weifeng and Dewey in their own team.
In this regard, Liu Feng's choice is to smile slightly at their gaze.
"..."
This made the two players who tried to put pressure on Liu Feng before the start of the game a little confused. What kind of mentality did the Chinese player use to respond to their provocation with a smile.
After the fleeting smile ended, Liu Feng turned around and started training again. The training intensity that Camacho had planned for the national team players was really not high for him, so he practiced almost every event one step more than others.
After finishing the last pass cooperation with Wu Lei, the team's warm-up also came to an end. Shortly after the Australian team entered the player channel, the Chinese team also returned to the locker room under the leadership of their own coach.
Quickly wiped off the sweat and finished in their respective positions. Some team members were shaking their sweat-wiping hands. This tension soon led to a little silence in the entire locker room.
This made Camacho on one side frown. Since he took over the team, he has discovered this problem. The players under him seem to be too nervous before every game. He has also said many times about this problem, but every time it has little effect.
"Clap clap~"
They clapped their hands. After everyone rested for a while, Camacho decided to speak first. He stood up and came to the players.
"Everyone, I have nothing to say. This is your country, and your fans are sitting outside. They are chanting your names and expecting you to beat your opponents in the game."
Looking at every player wearing a Chinese jersey, Camacho spoke word by word.
"They will never leave you in every game. Even if you lose, every home game is full. I don't know where your tension comes from, but they are definitely not the reason, because I can feel the heartfelt support from every fan present."
"..."
"So, whether you are nervous or relaxed, for the next 10 minutes, don't let those who support you down!"
"understand!"
Loudly echoing the coach's call, the team's sense of tension dissipated a lot under the sense of glory for the country. Then, the team's current captain Li Weifeng also stood up, and this veteran who has always been known for his aggressiveness did the same this time.
"Let me say something first, I don't care what you are thinking, I will play this game to death, don't put all your hopes on others, as if you don't play football yourself, show me some skills, don't let people see clearly!!!"
The players' minds were buzzing as soon as the loud voice started. Li Weifeng's words were rough and reasonable, and his meaning was obvious. He was not optimistic about how much Liu Feng, who had just joined the team for a few days, could help the game.
"Of course, the coach's tactics must be strictly implemented. Give the ball to whomever you want. Don't let me see anyone still stumbling in the game!"
As a domestic football veteran who came from the darkest moment, although the current team has long since lost all kinds of cliques and cliques, Li Weifeng still vaccinated all the players.
"One mind and one mind, lose counts! I don't need to work hard, and I don't need fans to scold me, I can let you~~~"
"Ahem, it's alright, alright, Lao Li, please sit down."
Dewey at the side saw that his elder brother who was his elder brother ten years ago could hardly hug him anymore, so he stood up and told him to stop.
"Hmph, anyway, just kick me to death, and, Liu Feng, you also have to say a few words!"
No one expected that the old captain would immediately point to Liu Feng as soon as he changed the subject, which meant a lot of things, at least one thing, regardless of what the old Paoer said, he really trusted Liu Feng.
"Uh~, good."
Liu Feng, who was suddenly named, was not stage-frightened either. Having served as the captain of both Piacenza and Arsenal, he was no stranger to the pre-match talk. After he stood up, he exuded his leadership qualities.
"Guys, what I want to say is very simple. We come from all over the world and wear the same jersey. The reason is nothing else. As the hope of 14 billion people in football, winning the game is our best answer to the fans."
Simple opening, then straight to the core.
"This game is a life-and-death battle for us. Although I haven't joined the team for a long time, I still want to say, don't be sorry for the jersey we are wearing, this dragon! The Chinese team must win!!!"
"Hey! We must win!"
Wu Lei, Zhang Yuning, Wei Shihao and others gave Liu Feng a lot of face, and they yelled out after Liu Feng yelled out.
"Definitely!"
Afterwards, Li Weifeng and Dewey followed closely behind and let out louder roars. This time, the entire locker room exploded in an instant.
"Win!!! Roar! Roar! Roar!"
"Bang bang bang~"
The locker room door was knocked, team captain Li Weifeng was the first to open the door and walked out, Liu Feng walked out as the last player in front of the goalkeeper, and the countdown of the game began.
"CCTV, CCTV, good afternoon, viewers and friends. Welcome to the fifth round of the 2014 World Cup Asian Qualifiers Group B match between China and Australia. I am the commentator Liu Jianhong."
When the familiar opening words sounded, the Chinese team in red jerseys and the Australian team in yellow jerseys were already standing opposite each other on the court.
"Shhhhhh!!!"
"Okay, with the referee's whistle, Yu Dabao, standing in front of the kick-off point, took the ball. In this game, the Chinese team chose the right to kick-off, and the ball was quickly passed to the foot of Liu Feng in the midfield. Camacho arranged for him to be the midfielder in this game."
At the beginning of the game, the game was not as tentative and stable as people imagined, because the three forwards and four midfielders of the Australian team immediately pressed towards the half of the Chinese team.
"Oh~, in this game, the Australian team sent out the 343 formation they often use against weak teams. This is a very impactful formation."
Chapter 2 here!Thank you for your great support! ! !
(End of this chapter)
