China-Iran showdown! In China, the media and fans are excited. However, there are differences in opinions. Although Iran believes that the Chinese team will definitely want to take revenge, the actual situation is not like this...

Some people believe that China should take this opportunity to kill Iran and build confidence again. Some people believe that Horton should choose to give up this game and not fight hard with Iran. To avoid players being injured and exhausted too much physical strength, affecting the subsequent knockout matches.

"Going the championship is the most important thing. The Iranians will definitely not fight against us. Don't act irritating."

"It is definitely not worth the effort to consume combat power in this game."

"Champion? Can you keep your physical strength and win the final championship without fighting? What is this thinking?"

"You haven't thought that you can't win the championship in the end, and you can't beat Iran? If you don't beat Iran today, you will have another knot in your heart, Korean phobia, Iranian phobia, and all kinds of symptoms have come out!"

"Winning Iran is even as important as winning the championship!"

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At the pre-match press conference that day, Horton also kept downplaying the game.

"This is just a very ordinary group match, both sides have obtained the right to qualify,"

"I know that the Chinese team lost to Iran twice last year and lost the qualification for the French World Cup. But history is history after all, and we need to look forward. The Chinese team is a brand new Chinese team, and there is no need to put huge pressure on history."

"The outcome of this game is not very important, and you cannot force the team to put pressure on..."

"In this game, we will not send all the main players to play."

...

This is Holden's attitude.

In the locker room, Zhu Guanghu stood in front of the TV and watched Horton's speech silently. To be honest, he felt very uncomfortable. Horton was good at everything, but he just didn't understand the national conditions of China's football.

If you don’t beat Iran with all your might, what’s the point of playing in this game?

He hummed twice in his heart, walked to the door of the locker room, closed the door tightly, and then returned to the locker room.

After glanced at the soldiers sitting in front of the TV leisurely, he made a decision without authorization. He scratched his long, slightly curly hair, and the expression on his face instantly became serious and solemn.

He wants to burn a fire.

"I think everyone may have forgotten the two games last year."

"As Mr. Horton said, this game is not important."

"But," Zhu Guanghu glared suddenly and glared at everyone in front of him.

"That's fart!"

"Last year's 2:4 and 4:1 will always be a shame for Chinese football!"

"Although I haven't experienced it with some of the players present, every time I think of these two games, I feel like I'm having nightmares!"

Zhu Guanghu's eyes were completely angry. The scores of these two games were vivid, as if they had happened yesterday.

"Any Chinese fans are having nightmares!"

This sentence almost came out.

"Fan Zhiyi, do you agree?"

"Hao Haixi, do you agree?"

"Ma Mingyu?"

"Li Yin!"

He asked several people's names in a row.

Off the court, Li Yin, Fan Zhiyi, Hao Haixi, and Ma Mingyu immediately lowered their heads. They didn't care much about this group stage, after all, they all qualified, and there was no big problem of winning or losing.

But Zhu Guanghu's words at this time were slapped them in the face.

They were the personal experiences of those two games, and no one knew better than them! More painful!

It's embarrassing that they were smoldered by Iran and almost died without any corpses...

I can't bear to look back on it, and I never want to remember it.

But Zhu Guanghu took it out and humiliated them.

"If you agree, then go on a stroll in this game, and then wait quietly for the 90-minute game to end!"

Zhu Guanghu's eyes swept over Zheng Zhi, Zhang Yuming, Li Weifeng and others again. They were not qualified to join the national team last year, but they watched the game throughout the whole process.

"Although you haven't experienced it,"

"But he also witnessed everything in front of the TV."

"This is not a shame for one or two people, it is a shame for all of us! a shame for Chinese footballers!"

"You are wearing the uniforms of the Chinese national team now, which means China. You have the responsibility to cleanse the shame now!"

"Are we going to lose to them?"

"The third time? The fourth time? Every time I encounter them, I have to do this?"

"No!"

"Stop it all!"

"Today, we're going to beat them!"

"We are going to step past their bodies and stand up again!"

"Even if the game has nothing to do with qualifying!"

"But for us, it's the final!"

His eyes turned red and he suddenly roared.

"Raise your head!"

"This is not an ordinary game!"

"We want revenge!"

We want to take revenge!!!!!!

"We want revenge!!!!"

In the locker room, a deafening roar suddenly broke out.

The Thai staff in the Player Channel didn't know what was going on inside...

Horton, who had just returned from the press conference, looked surprised and thought there was a fight in the locker room. When he walked in, he found that the disciples were all excited and full of murderous aura, as if they had just come down from the fierce battlefield.

"What's going on?"

Holden didn't understand why.

"Mr. Holden! On behalf of the team, I request a change in the game's tactics!"

Captain Fan Zhiyi suddenly came out of the crowd, his voice extremely loud.

"Mr. Holden, we want to defeat Iran!"

“We shouldn’t be so conservative!”

There is still half an hour left before the game, so the lineup can still be changed...

"you……"

"Why?"

Despite asking this, Holden actually understood it completely in his heart.

"Even if it's injured? Lose the battle for the championship?"

"Yes,"

"Even if you lose everything!"

At this moment, Fan Zhiyi was like a soldier who looked at death.

"Mr. Holden, I request to play!" Zheng Zhi jumped to Holden's second place and said passionately. In this game, Holden wanted to hide Zheng Zhi, and he had no intention of letting Zheng Zhi play, and he might not even have time to appear on the bench.

"Zheng, you..."

"Please allow me to fight!"

Zheng Zhi straightened his chest. He and Zhu Guanghu had the same idea. He didn't want to play tacit understanding with Iran, he wanted to win Iran!

"Mr. Holden, I request to fight!"

Another person stood up, this time it was Li Weifeng, who said in broken English.

"Mr. Holden..."

More and more main players stood up. Hao Haixi was originally half-lying and sleeping lazy, but finally stood up and walked towards Horton.

Although not as excited as everyone, my heart had already surged.

Old Fan is like this, how can he not stand up?

"Me too."
Chapter completed!