"you……"

Holden stood there in a daze. The first time he saw a Chinese player so fiercely and excited, his fighting will was almost out of reach.

He still underestimated the players' determination to wash away historical shame, and it was impossible to deal with this matter with rationality at this time.

change!

Holden gritted his teeth and changed his decision in his heart.

It was not that he surrendered, but that he was infected by their spirits.

This is not a mutiny in the locker room, but a manifestation of the more cohesive locker room.

only……

What should I do if the Football Association leaders blamed me? I asked the above at the beginning, and the above meaning was consistent with my own ideas, but now I suddenly ignore the overall situation?

No matter what, I am not a Chinese, Horton shrugged and finally acted like he was indifferent. He waved his hand and signaled the translator to come over quickly, then took out a black pen from his pocket, grabbed a piece of waste paper on the table and started writing and painting.

"Go to the competition office to change the list now!"

"quick!"

He stuffed the translator with a wrinkled ball. The translator was a little panicked and really didn't understand why the locker room was so messy.

"Go quickly! Why are you still standing there?" Zhu Guanghu slapped his palm on his shoulder, "If you can't change the list, you can quit!"

He is more anxious than the translator!

And Holden has re-facing his disciples.

"I've made you happy,"

"I also hope you understand what decisions you made today."

"Zheng, Hao, Li..." He called him one by one, "You all return."

"Don't be sad when you are back on the bench, we are a team."

"It may appear at any time. This is a battle of our team, or even a battle of your country!"

"For victory!"

"Remaining the mission!"

“…”

※※※※

"Guide Zhang, what do you think of this game? Horton did not line up all the main players, most of them were substitutes." Huang Jianxiang's face couldn't hide his disappointment. Before the show, he got the Chinese team's roster. He was so angry that he smashed a water cup on the spot. If he hadn't forced his anger, he wouldn't want to sit in the live room now.

He is a vengeful person!

"hey-hey……"

Zhang Lu's voice was also a little low. After being silent for about ten seconds, he still opened his mouth.

“I don’t feel that things are going well,”

"We are half the main force, and Iran is the whole main force."

"Originally, our main lineup could tie with Iran, and everyone has several players who play in Europe, but now, I'm in a hurry."

"But there is no way. From a strategic perspective, Horton did this. We really don't need to waste our troops in this irrelevant game. Good steel must be used on the blade, and the knockout round is when we are unsheathed."

"It's just the hardships of fans watching the game. I can feel it through the air that the fans want to win this game."

There was a sad atmosphere in the live broadcast room.

After Zhang Lu said this, the Chinese fans in front of the TV became even more unhappy.

"Grass,"

“Shabi Houghton,”

“Shabi,”

"I'm so angry! I won't watch it anymore, I'll basically lose anyway."

"Go, go, go, go, go and drink!"

...

At this moment, Huang Jianxiang's voice came from the screen.

"etc!"

“The list has changed.”

"It's not the list given before. Zheng Zhi, Fan Zhiyi and Hao Haixi are all on the list!"

At the end of the conversation, Huang Jianxiang almost couldn't help laughing, and the decibels of his voice became a little sharp because they became bigger.

"Ouch?"

"What's going on?" Zhang Lu also thought that someone had pinched his waist, and almost stretched his head to Huang Jianxiang's chest. At this time, Huang Jianxiang was holding a fax sheet that the staff had just handed over.

"Well, that's right, the list should have been changed. I don't know why Horton has changed it, but no matter that, it's a good thing!"

"We can witness the strongest China face the strongest Iran!"

At this moment, the leaders of the Football Association who had just sat down at the Manlaga Stadium in Bangkok immediately became furious after hearing the secretary report the exchange of Holden's list in his ears.

Bang! His right hand slapped his right thigh hard.

"Nothing!"

"It's so nonsense!"

"Who came up with the idea?"

"have no idea……"

The leader, with a gloomy face, suppressed his anger, but was thinking in his heart that as long as the Asian Games cannot achieve the ideal results, Horton must have a good look! Dare to joke about his future? Don’t want to do it anymore, right! You can’t take this responsibility!

...

The Iranian coach knew that Horton changed the lineup 20 minutes before the game.

"Come,"

"I knew it was a conspiracy, haha! It was all smoke bombs."

"They will not miss this opportunity to revenge, fortunately we were prepared."

Iran will not want to lose either! They don't mind continuing to create shadows in the hearts of Chinese players.

“…”

※※※※

In the player channel, the players on both sides are ready, and everyone is holding a cute child in their hands, waiting to appear.

Suddenly, Zheng Zhi discovered that Fan Zhiyi and Hao Haixi's eyes had never had such a murderous aura.

Fan Zhiyi held his chest firmly and stared at the player's passage without squinting. He was like a resolute sculpture and didn't dare to look directly. Perhaps he only had the words "revenge" left in his heart.

Hao Haixi stood behind Fan Zhiyi in a rare situation, like a ruthless swordsman. Generally, his face had a frown emoticon, but today his eyes were particularly bright and big...

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Zheng Zhi.

"I can run very much today."

"Uh." Zheng Zhi's eyebrows raised slightly.

"I get it, Virgo."

I felt really moved in my heart. It can be imagined that everyone will definitely be fighting for this game! Even Hao Haixi told his will!

...

Ali Dai's tall body looked even taller under the sunlight, and his eyes fell on Yang Chen from time to time. For him, this was also a showdown for the shooter. He wanted to prove to people that he is the greatest shooter in Asia! He also wanted to let the Germans see that he is the most powerful striker!

Defeat China! Defeat Yang Chen!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

The national anthems of both sides rang over the court, and the players couldn't wait!

Fan Zhiyi tightened the captain's armband on his left arm again, called his teammates to come and form a circle, and then roared in a deep voice.

"come on!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

In the stands, Chinese fans have already been playing drums and are ready to sway the flag and shout for the Chinese team. This year, they have not lost confidence in Chinese football...

Beep

The Iranian team took the lead in kicking off, and another one allowed Iranian general Madavikia to dribble the ball from the wing. Of course, at this time, Madavikia was still a young player...

The rainbow is filled with energy!

Ma Mingyu didn't have his speed. He knew that Mada Wikiya was likely to hit him, but he was still much slower!

"Oh! Not good!"

"Stop him!"

In 1997, Ma Mingyu was fucked by him and became a fool.

This time, it seems that the nightmare is about to reappear again!

Li Yin rushed over quickly, and Mada Wikiya quickly played two-by-one with his teammates and cut inside!!!

It seems that I want to go to the middle, but I need to prepare for a long shot again!

Just when Ma Mingyu and Li Yin were almost desperate, Zheng Zhi came!
Chapter completed!