"Zhao Junzhe!"

"Zhao Junzhe!"

"Zhao Junzhe equalized the score!"

“2:2.”

"Before the first half was about to end, the Chinese team magically equalized the score. I thought the first half would end with a score of 1:2, but I didn't expect that Zheng Zhi turned decay into magic in the backcourt. After getting rid of the defense with three wins, he gave Zhao Junzhe an assist."

"Ah hahahaha, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. Zheng Zhi's pass is so beautiful."

"Let's take a look at the slow motion replay. Zheng Zhi was taking the ball, and Roshenbak and Edu were instantly double-teamed by Roshenbak and Edu on both sides. Zheng Zhi calmly poked the ball back and directly poked the ball behind Fabiano. This stab was quite knowledgeable, and directly blocked Roshenbak and Edu behind him. At that time, Fabiano didn't understand what Zheng Zhi was going to do. When he figured it out, Zheng Zhi had already run behind him and then gave an assist!"

"And this assist is simply a stroke of magic. Such a long distance is so accurate, both in vision and footwork are impeccable!"

"This is Zheng Zhi!"

"When I looked at Zhao Junzhe, when I saw Zheng Zhi breaking away from the defense, I immediately stepped behind Brazil's left-back Bilica, and cooperated with Zheng Zhi perfectly. He did not stop the ball, but seized the best opportunity to volley directly. Elton, who was standing in front of the goal, had no reaction at all."

Huang Jianxiang reviewed the entire process of scoring the goal, but he almost lost his mouth.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe!" Zhang Lu was left with only hehe.

The Sydney Arena instantly burst into deafening cheers, and more than 20,000 Chinese fans shouted, as if they could shake the entire stadium down. The red flag was waving, the cheers were thundering, and the goal was celebrating wildly.

Zhao Junzhe, who scored the goal, ran back frantically, and finally jumped on Zheng Zhi and roared with his fists. As a defensive midfielder, it is rare to have such a masterpiece of goals.

"Awesome!"

"Awesome!"

"Awesome!"

Qu Bo hugged Zhao Junzhe's back and shouted excitedly. His teammates rushed over and celebrated wildly.

This goal is really important. The Brazilian reversed the score shortly after, and the first half was about to end. Everyone's morale was actually very low, but Zhao Junzhe's goal quickly brought everyone's morale back, the score equalized, and the morale was resisted!

Even Horton and Zhu Guanghu on the sidelines hugged each other wildly, dancing, singing and dancing. This may be the most important goal they have ever led the team. They were not so excited when the Chinese team scored the first goal at the beginning, but this equalizer was too important, and their emotions must be even more excited. Maybe even they themselves did not expect to equalize the score so quickly, and they all thought about how to adjust during the half-time break and tie the score.

On the other side, Lucemberg's butt started to fight from the coach's seat before he could even sit in the hot spot. How long did Fabiano's goal give Brazil a lead? How many minutes he was happy? The score equalized!

Fark!

Damn Zheng!

Lusenberg glared at Zheng Zhi's back.

How did this kind of pass come out? How did he get rid of it and then send the ball to his teammates' feet?

Ahhhh~

Unreasonable...

In the live broadcast room of Brazil Sports Channel, Jike looked confused and his mouth was wide open, so he could stuff a fist in it.

Very speechless,

It's really speechless,

He didn't know what to say.

Just now, he was praising the Brazilian team for doing very well both offense and defense. The 2:1 score is the best reward for the Brazilian team, but in less than three minutes, the Chinese team actually tied the score!

Zheng Zhi, who he was despised, actually performed such a perfect performance?

This is really a crazy old face.

"This ball,"

"It was too unfair to throw it away."

"I'm pretty inattentive,"

"Even if someone stops Zheng, someone stops the guy who scored the goal."

After holding it in for a long time, he said a few words.

On the court, Ronaldinho slowly paced, walked back to the middle circle arc, looked at Zheng Zhi with a little surprised look, and raised his hand to grab the ear from time to time.

Why did you assist? God, this guy can pass the ball so well at such a long distance?

No, I have to practice hard when I look back. This kind of long-distance assist is terrible...

Ronaldinho immediately compared himself with Zheng Zhi in private and finally concluded that he could not pass such an accurate long pass. He silently swore and remembered it in his mind.

But the extraordinary person he had just passed was really surprising and beautiful. He praised Zheng Zhi's success just now.

Zheng Zhi is one of the few people he admires.

Shortly after the game resumed, the Swiss referee blew the whistle to the end of the half, and both sides entered the rest time with a score of 2:2.

"Hey, Zheng,"

"That ball just now is so beautiful."

Ronaldinho walked to Zheng Zhi and the two of them ended side by side.

"If it were me, I wouldn't be able to kick it out for the time being."

"Stop, I know what you are thinking in your heart, haha." Zheng Zhi smiled, "You must be thinking, you must practice well when you look back and then kick it out, right?"

"Uh," Ronaldinio was slightly stunned, the little rabbit teeth smiled very slutty, "Of course, you know, I must do it too, otherwise you will be able to break the gap again?"

"I will give myself half a month."

"good,"

...

...

In the locker room, everyone was drinking water to replenish water. Holden drew a lot of paintings on the tactical board, especially in the upper left corner, where Ronaldinho's name was circled and circled.

He knocked on the table and everyone's eyes gathered.

"We must strengthen our defense against Ronaldinho in the second half."

"When he gets the ball, someone must follow him in time."

"You also need to pay attention to the running position of his teammates around him."

"If you don't stare at this guy, you may have any accidents."

After a pause, he talked about the team as a whole.

"Of course, it is impossible to completely contain them. We can clearly feel that Brazil is completely different from Brazil in the first half at the end of the game. Before, they liked to fight alone, and after falling behind, they played very well. Brazil that played as a whole is very terrible. All we can do is to play more team spirit than them. On the court, no player can do not return to defense because of laziness, which leads to loopholes in the team's defense. They can be broken through by the opponent, but they must not have loopholes because of laziness!"

"In the second half, we must be more active in seeking opportunities to score goals, and play more proactively and aggressively. The defense of this team in Brazil is not perfect. We must find the space for breakthrough by running more actively. As long as we maintain enough concentration, we can find it!"

"Concentrate on 90 minutes and don't have a slight slack of slack."

"Come on!" Holden habitually said Chinese.

After Holden finished speaking, Zheng Zhi suddenly spoke.

"5 million, brothers,"

"Think about our 5 million bonus!"

"We will have to be even more deadly in the second half, otherwise the 5 million spent in the past will slip away from our hands."

"Those guys are here to snatch our 5 million!"

"A little further, he is here to snatch our villa! snatch our supermodel! Celebrities! And our sports cars!"

"When we lose 5 million, we lose all this, and even lose everything for the next ten years!"

"We must beat them to death!"

Zhu Guanghu's face turned dark again, and he muttered in his heart: Zheng Zhi! Can't you speak in another way? Are you standing here not fighting for the country, but just for 5 million? What are the supermodels, celebrities, sports cars? How dirty are your thoughts? Such thoughts are unbearable...

But he said nothing in the end...

Horton didn't understand, but he stood beside him, and the eyes of his disciples emitted a hot look again.

What a magical one?—

On the other end of the locker room, Luxenberg walked around, and he had never stopped since the moment he entered the locker room.

"We made him pass it so comfortably!"

"Give him too much room to get the ball!"

"This is not possible."

"I think," Luxenberg finally stopped and looked over all the players in front of him.

"You haven't realized anything yet."

"Who is Zheng?"

"He is the European champion! He is the Bundesliga Most Valuable Player, and may also be the Europe Most Valuable Player. If he continues to perform well, he may win the Golden Ball Award at the end of the year!"

"You really understand, who is your opponent?"

After taking a breath, Luxenberg's words became even more mean, and every word was merciless.

"I didn't understand why you let a champion player get the ball freely, pass the ball freely, and shoot the ball freely? Do you think you are stronger than him?"

"Do you really think so? What did you win?"

"You are even deprived of $20,000! If you still face the Chinese team and Zheng with this attitude!"

"In the end, you can only live in a bad team dormitory, and take a daydream of playing football in Europe forever!"

"Because, your performance today is useless!"

Brazilian generals:...

Speechless,

ashamed,

anger,

Not willing to accept it!

Head coach Lucemberg was too insulting them, and it was really hard to accept.

We just haven't gone to Europe yet, how do you know we can't play? We will come true one day! Zheng Zhi? He is just lucky. When he first came to Europe, would it be very bad if we played football in Europe?

But, there is no way to refute it.

No one can open this mouth.

Luxenberg glanced at everyone again and said coldly.

"I know what you're thinking,"

"But it's useless to think, you can only act and speak with your actions!"

"The scouts in the stands will see it!"

"Ronaldinho, I read a piece of Chinese media articles. He said that you were the one who helped Zheng in Leverkusen,"

"You think about it carefully."

What?!

Shameless Chinese media! Am I going to do it?

Ronaldinho's astonished eyes were frozen in the air. He had a good impression of the Chinese media, but he really didn't like to listen to these words...—

In the player channel, the two teams met again, but there was no relaxing atmosphere before the opening.

Everyone's eyes were like sharp knives, and when they were intertwined, a fierce collision immediately occurred.

Zheng Zhi can feel that Ronaldinho's eyes are as strange, cold, and even full of challenges?

What medicine did they take?

Zheng Zhi was slightly shocked. He thought his team was very motivated, but he didn't expect that the Brazilian team also used magic? Everyone seemed to be murderous.

Second half,

Not easy to deal with!

...

...

Beep,

The whistle of the Swiss referee sounded again and the battle started again.

Less than a minute after the game started, the Brazilian team pressed in the frontcourt, and the forward Fabiano broke the shovel, and Sui Xiliang almost thrust in the air and hit the turf at 360 degrees! The latter screamed and pounded the turf frantically, in great pain.

This scene was quite shocking. It didn't seem like it was pretending, it should be hurt.

"Wori!"

"This guy is crazy, right?"

“What a hot tackle!”

"Sui Xiliang seems to be reimbursed."

"Beasty nature explodes!"

Zheng Zhi ran quickly towards Sui Xiliang.

The referee also ran over immediately and showed Fabiano a yellow card without mercy.

What a yellow card is useless? Sui Xiliang was indeed reimbursed and had to be replaced!

The Brazilian team became extremely fierce at the beginning, but it was caused by the striker Fabiano. Huang Jianxiang immediately commented:

"Sui Xiliang went on, and he was passively substituted. Horton probably wouldn't have expected such misfortune to occur at the beginning. The change was a bit fast and he had almost no preparation."

“The one who came up was Huang Yong,”

"It's not Shao Jiayi,"

"Biano is not necessary. You have to shovel the ball. Isn't this intentional yellow card?"

"This style of play is not like the style of Brazil. It is too rough. Only South American teams such as Colombia, Peru or Uruguay are so exaggerated."

"You have to be careful. I feel that this is not Fabiano's own business, but the Brazilian team's tactics have changed."

"Maybe it's their head coach."

Huang Jianxiang keenly smelled the danger.

Horton on the coach's bench naturally smelled it. After Huang Yong came on the court, he quickly ran to find the fourth official to argue that he had to put pressure on the referee team.

"See?"

"My players are not here to fight, we are here to play football,"

"Is this the performance of four-star Brazil? If you can't play us, you start to make a rough foul?"

"We can't tolerate such atrocities, right?"

"I can't imagine when our next player will be treated like this and be carried off the court!"

"Look, look."

Horton talked a lot, then walked back to the coach's seat helplessly.
Chapter completed!