Chapter 356 Giant Axe
On the other side of the Saitama 2002 stadium, the Korean players looked like they had lost their parents, with frustration written all over their faces.
The score was only tied, but I felt like we had conceded three goals in a row.
The endless feeling of oppression, coupled with the irritating heat wave, made the mood of the Korean players indescribable.
“Shit! What are you doing standing there? Keep pressing high up the pitch!”
Jin Hefan on the sidelines was furious and raised his right fist while roaring loudly.
Why do we still need to press high up the pitch?
Again, all of the South Korean team's tactics are based on high-pressure defense.
Either your opponent collapses or you collapse.
They have no way out.
Jin Hefan did not stop after he finished speaking, and continued to stimulate the players on the field with words.
Two years ago, he led the South Korean U23 team to win the Asian Games men's football gold medal.
Two years later, he came to the Olympics he had always dreamed of, and he absolutely could not fail here.
But sometimes there is only so much a coach can do, after all he can’t play on the field himself.
Therefore, his encouragement with a lot of swear words did not inspire all the Korean players.
Especially Zheng Taiyu, in the game half a year ago, he became the perfect background board.
It even left a psychological shadow.
Just now, when Chu Feng rushed over with the ball, he felt as if his limbs were rusty.
Now looking at the receding figure, he didn't know how to stop the other person.
"Taeyu! It was an accident, don't just stand there!"
There is not much confidence in Kim Min-jae's voice. Instead, it sounds low and deep like a rootless duckweed.
"Yeah." Zheng Taiyu forced a smile, but he was thinking about something unexpected in his heart, which was the pure difference in strength.
He can't beat Kim Min-jae, and the same goes for Kim Min-jae. No one in the entire Korean U23 can beat him.
In the distance, Chu Feng, who had returned to his own half, helped the opponent put the ball in the center circle, and high-fived his teammates, saying, "The boss said that the counterattack will start after 65 minutes, so this goal is just the beginning. The intensity of the pressing needs to be increased again later. If anyone is exhausted, let us know in advance so that the coaching staff can prepare."
Everyone knows the principle of kicking a drowning dog, but fortunately, since Chu Feng returned to the national team, both the national team and the club have imposed stricter physical requirements on players.
Otherwise, if the game really reached the final stage, it might not be the South Korean team that collapsed, but they would have collapsed first.
"Fuck the Bangs!"
Wei Shihao grinned wantonly. This is his personality and he never hides it.
"The game is restarted! The South Korean team just made a substitution, Won Doo-jae replaced Kim Dong-hyun!"
"The former plays for Ulsan HD and is a versatile midfielder and defender!"
"He is 23 years old this year. This is his last Olympics. If he cannot make the top three, he will have to serve in the military in three years."
On the court, Yuan Douzai's eyes were bloodshot, due to both pressure and the desire to win.
He didn't want his long hair to become a flat top, nor did he want to be criticized by those perverted old soldiers.
Therefore, he must strictly follow the coach's instructions and use running to improve the defensive strength of the midfield.
But he soon discovered the clue.
Damn it, Li Gangren, a man with permanent residency in Spain, doesn't defend. He always wants to show off his personal skills and use some fancy moves to get rid of the opponent.
Not only that, the physical fitness of Kim Jin-ji, Lee Dong-kyung and others has declined significantly.
What is high-pressure defense ? It is like a dense spider web. If there is a loophole, the entire spider web will be affected.
The pressure that a pressing system full of holes can bring is limited.
Mistake?
It's useless.
"The ball is passed very simply from the backcourt! If it can be passed with one foot, it will never be passed with two feet, and it will go to the side first, and then find Chu Feng in the frontcourt!"
"Not only that, Chu Feng's flexible positioning makes him an organizer at one moment and a breakthrough at another. Even if Yuan Douzai stays by his side, he can't have any impact on him!"
"Beautiful! Another brilliant escape, the ball went through Yuan Douzai's crotch and then passed it to Wei Shihao who was moving sideways and forward!"
The force and timing of the pass were perfect, and Wei Shihao easily took the ball off.
Then, he kicked his right foot hard and rushed out like a sharp arrow.
Jiang Yunsheng was caught off guard and was thrown two steps away.
Wei Shihao quickly broke into the penalty area. Facing Song Fangen who was ready to fight, he raised his right foot without hesitation.
The expected shot did not occur, Song Fangen suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and ran back in panic.
It's too late.
In the image reflected in his desperate pupils, Chu Feng seemed like an invincible giant beast, carrying Jin Min-jae and breaking into the center of the restricted area.
Bang! The low shot that flew out became the most fatal blow.
Song Fanggen touched the rapidly flowing air as the football passed by.
When he looked back, he was greeted by the trembling white web that looked like waves on the seashore.
2:1!
“Another entry!”
"Score twice!"
"It's only been 11 minutes since Chu Feng scored his last goal!"
"Beautiful! Whenever he appears in the camera, I always have an illusion - that is what words I should use to celebrate later!"
Of course what He Wei said was exaggerated, but he really did have that feeling.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
When he shared his joy, the audience watching the game also expressed their own admiration.
The Saitama 2002 Stadium was even more lively, with red flags fluttering in the hot wind and deafening singing echoing in every corner of the stadium.
They vented all their emotions about the hot weather through scoring goals.
"China team! Come on!"
"The Chinese team will win!"
“.”
Hearing the loud cheers in his ears, Chu Feng subconsciously raised his right fist and swung it hard towards the stands.
The cheers suddenly became louder, and the fans even shouted the same name.
"Fuck! What about that fake shot and real pass just now? I knew that bastard was going to block me!"
Wei Shihao turned into a boy seeking credit, emphasizing his own contributions.
"Keep it up!" Chu Feng gave a thumbs up and offered encouragement with a smile.
Wei Shihao felt relieved, but his expression didn't change much.
Well, praise from the Golden Globe winner is much more effective than chicken blood.
From falling behind to leading, people's mentality changes drastically, and the other party will become more anxious.
The current situation of the South Korean team is that the pressing is fruitless and mistakes are increasing.
The more anxious they are, the more likely they are to make mistakes, and the vicious cycle leads to a drastic change in the situation.
The tempo of the game was gradually controlled by the Chinese team. Chu Feng also reduced the frequency of his breakthroughs and instead used his skilled techniques to control the ball and dominate the offensive tempo.
Previously, they had to withstand the high-pressure defense of the South Korean team, and their physical strength was severely depleted.
Now I must take this opportunity to recover my strength.
Tick, tick, tick. The silent clock sounds quietly, and time passes by every second.
During this period, Jin Hefan still did not give up and used up all the remaining substitutions.
There is an effect, but it is minimal.
On the contrary, the Chinese team took advantage of the time when the South Korean team made substitutions and planned two threatening attacks.
Unfortunately, the opportunity was not converted into a goal.
When the game entered the 80th minute, with Cao Yongjing's diagonal pass that broke through the defense, Chu Feng drew a V-shaped trajectory in an elegant manner.
"Wow! He can play the violin with his left foot!"
"No pass?"
"Gotta shoot!"
The corners of my clothes lifted by the warm breeze from the Pacific Ocean added a sense of strength at this moment.
Bang! The left foot swung high up like a huge axe, transmitting all the abundant power!
Every inch of the leather of the football seemed to be torn apart, and the kinetic energy was converted into incredible speed, like a cannonball fired towards the goal!
Unstoppable. The moment Song Fangen touched the football, he felt an unrivaled force.
A dull sound was heard, and his left hand swung to the other side uncontrollably, and the football, after a slight refraction, went straight into the net.
3:1!!!
(End of this chapter)