Wei Di in the stands watched the players walk towards the locker room and looked around with interest. Although he had never taken care of football, the connotation of sports competition was the same. Looking at the spirit of these fans around him, he had only seen it when Milu led the Chinese team to qualify several years ago.

Is it so exciting that those who became the head of the Chinese Football Association are so exciting? Wei Di couldn't help but smile bitterly. It looks glorious, but in fact it is a thorn in the future. After the crackdown on gangsters, the Chinese Football Association seemed to be much clearer, but when the water was clear, there was no fish. Who would like to go to the Football Association at this checkpoint, that was to put himself on the fire and arrange it on his head, and he could only squeeze his nose and dry it. At present, except for a few of his direct subordinates he brought out, few people are willing to come to this yamen.

There are risks and rewards. The organization told him that as long as he can maintain a smooth transition during his term, he will be a meritorious minister and his future whereabouts will also rise. If the results of this Olympics are reasonable, then Wei Di will be more confident in doing something. Whether he can become China's "Sabashiro Kawabuchi" may be the beginning.

Unlike Pepsi before, there is a person like Mr. Yang in Chinese football, which has added a lot of popularity to the entire field. This is not because the coaches in the system do not have ambition and identity to climb up, but more like those professional coaches in foreign football. As long as they lead the team, they just need to lead the team. At least in the past few conversations they have been dealing with, Mr. Yang did not openly say "separation of management and management" and did not talk about personal conditions for coaching the national team. From this point of view, Mr. Yang is definitely a good comrade who has "little good things to live."

Thinking of this, Wei Di took a sip of tea with satisfaction.

Solid was obviously not happy with the result. According to his initial idea, Belgium should have swept his opponent in the first half anyway, and at least have a lead of 2 goals.

However, he has suffered several losses in Belgium, and he has become more cautious. He must not press too much on the offense, so he can save the attack. Solid glanced at the players who were breathing heavily in the locker room and came up with a good idea.

"Young guys, do you know what the Chinese team's world ranking is?"

The players shook their heads unanimously.

"58! 58! 58! If we can't even win such an opponent, it will be a shame for the entire country. Can you win the Brazilian team behind?"

"Thomas, do you think your opponent is very powerful?" Solid's tone changed and threw the problem to Belgian captain Vermullen.

At this time, Virmulen certainly knew his position: "No! Sir! We haven't used all our strength yet!"

"Van Denbore, what about you? Do you feel a little embarrassed to face your former coach?"

"No, sir, absolutely not!"

"We represent Belgium, you are the best representatives of the entire Belgium! I think this is the meaning of your battle here. Let these tens of thousands of fans see who is the real golden generation!"

Huha!!

The best way to provoke the game is always during the half-time break.

The draw is unacceptable! Solid clenched his fists secretly.

The second half of the game can be described as ups and downs. The new generation of Belgian players need an opportunity to enter the stage of history, and this national team under Mr. Yang also needs an opportunity to prove themselves.

In the 63rd minute, Belgium scored the first goal, Dembele showed his superior strength. He scored a long-range shot outside the penalty area.

Master Yang immediately changed the general, replaced Han Peng, and replaced the taller Xu Zhan. Zhao Xuri was replaced by Wang Yongpo.

“The simpler the more effective it is.”

The Chinese team began a strong counterattack. The first point was to find Xu Zhan, and the second point was to immediately grab Wang Yongpo and Dong Fangzhuo.

In the 80th minute, Zheng Zhi intercepted Fellaini and passed directly to the middle, and Wang Yongpo successfully counterattacked.

2:2

The fans on the stadium were filled with joy.

Belgium cannot afford to lose, how can the Chinese team lose? Almost all the way from the bottom to the current Chinese team, all they need is victory.

Lei Dong sat on the bench, and the boy stared at the football flying from one end of the court to the other. The physical fitness of both sides had reached the final limit, and the competition was about spirit, will and experience... Lei Dong turned his attention to Master Yang who was standing on the sidelines and dancing.

The coach who recruited himself into the National Olympic Team did not communicate much with him. He was just a middle-aged uncle who liked to smile. This middle-aged uncle once hung his medal on the neck of a small fan after the final of the Champions League, and then left a thin back in the player channel.

"Little guy, what is the speed of 100 meters?"

“11 seconds 8.”

"Yeah, that's not bad. Are you not used to the National Olympic Team?"

"No, coach, the big brothers take good care of me."

"I heard you are very good at it?"

"It's okay, but I don't know if they gave in to me and always let me be one-stop."

“…”

This is a few communication scenes between two people.

In the 87th minute of the game, the score still did not change, and Belgium's offensive was higher and higher. Chinese fans were 80% focused on the court, while the remaining 20% ​​were placed on Mr. Yang.

Magic Yang, you have to change a trick. Otherwise, this point would be in danger. Perhaps it was the result of everyone's consistent idea, Master Yang finally waved to the bench.

"Redong, come~"

The court almost calmed down, and there were a few girls who were not holding their mouths and bragging toward each other, and instantly found that the girl's eyes were no longer on him.

Lei Dong stood up from the bench and came to Master Yang slowly.

Solid also felt the change in the atmosphere on the court and looked at Master Yang with a puzzled look on his face. What's going on?

Master Yang looked at Lei Dong's steps and smiled in his heart. Unexpectedly, he was still a contestant and was not panicked at all. He was even better than Qi Kawei's first appearance.

"A few minutes left, go up and take a walk." Mr. Yang patted Lei Dong. "Play whatever training is done." Assistant coach Chi Shangbin had been waiting beside him and quickly filled out the form to replace the player. Lei Dong had just finished warm-up and there was no problem with playing.

"We saw a familiar scene. In the final of the League Cup, Coach Yang sent Chikawei, who was only 15 years old, to send a deadly pass. Now, will history repeat itself?" the commentator said excitedly.

Wei Di looked at Li Guoao beside him in confusion. Because of Mr. Yang, Li Guoao was lucky enough to sit next to Wei Di to watch the game.

Li Guoao obviously knew what the leader wanted to ask: "Coach Yang likes to use young players. But it is rare for such young players to be sent to the field in key games in football."

Have courage? Or do you want to plant willows without intention? As a materialist, Vice Chairman Wei certainly does not believe that any miracles will come. In his opinion, this is more like a intentional or unintentional cloth.

Redon had already entered the stadium at this time, and was replaced by a defender. However, he was standing near the center circle arc, behind the forward.

Solid called his assistant, and the assistant flipped through the tactical manuals hard. Generally speaking, the opponent's information should be familiar with it. This kind of thing about sharpening the gun at the last minute is really embarrassing. At this time, Solid didn't care about embarrassing. Redon's information was on the last page, and there was no official game appearance record on it, and even the information was only a short line.

"Germany's U15 League appearances for Hertha Berlin, 17 games, scored 8 goals and assisted 12 goals. Position: There is no fixed position."

What does it mean? There is no fixed position? Is his coach responsible for throwing him on the court and leaving it alone? Is it because Germany has rigorous logic and clear tactical discipline doing this?

Putting down Solid, not mentioning it, seeing the Redong Mall, the Chinese team players immediately understood what Mr. Yang meant.

attack!

But the offensive method is very single, just pass the ball to the little kid in front of you.

"Don't underestimate that child, stare at him! Stare at him! Don't underestimate anyone!" Vermalen vaguely felt something was wrong. This child was not as easy to deal with.

Lei Dong took the ball and gently closed his short legs. He was short and looked harmless. In addition to his slightly longer hair and a small braid on the back, Lei Dong was like a middle school student who was sleeping on the desk but was woken up by the teacher. He was still a little ignorant while half asleep. In this way, Lei Dong, who was a little lazy, touched the ball for the first time after he came on the court, and he had time to look up at the LCD watch on one side of the court - 90 minutes, 2 minutes of stoppage time.

"Be careful of his pass!!" Vermallen looked around at the fastest speed, staring at his old friend Dong Fangzhuo who was running without the ball. Could it be that the person who came up was a midfield organization core, just like Zikavi?

Boss, this trick has been used once. The same trick cannot be used twice on Saint Seiya.

Lei Dong dribbled the ball from side to side, but no one came up to grab the ball.

Then break forward!

Redon rushed towards a tall explosion head.

Bastard! Fellaini shouted, boy, please leave the ball to you, Mr. Fei!

Whoosh!

Fellaini saw a shaking figure flashing by his side.

Breakthrough!

Redon continued to move forward, and Belgium's defense line seemed to be surrounded by a fishing net pulled by a shark.

There were only a few seconds on the court, and Redon drove straight in with the ball. Unlike Dong Fangzhuo's high-speed sprint and line change, the ball was always stuck at Redon's feet, and a short Argentine flashed through people's minds.

Fast! Soft! Soft! Soft!

A touch of white flashed like a ghost and moved into the Belgian's penalty area, with flowing braids and slightly fat jerseys.

People think of an Italian name again.

Bastard! Vermallen shook Dong Fangzhuo away and shoveled to the grass with his best efforts. Because Redon had already shook past the central defender in front of him and shot!

Shooting!!

The ball was not fast, and it ran towards the distant corner against the turf.

At this time, the Belgian assistant coach seemed to have thought of something.

Half a season! The data just now were the data of half a season!

That means that this kid is almost all attending. If he participates in the other half of the season...

He will be a double player - the shooter king and assist king.
Chapter completed!