Reborn on Top of Football Chapter 347

Today's host is Huang Jianxiang. Please rush to explain. Zhang Lu didn't care about any internal contradiction in football, pointed directly at the screen and said: "Jian Xiang, Xiao Wang is from 1987, this session is called 83 National Youth. He 14, others 18, much worse, you can only see You know this. You think about Wang Ai's position in the World Cup? What position do he play in the Olympics? Let's see what position he plays now? "

Huang Jianxiang nodded immediately: "In the national team and the Olympic team, Wang Ai played all wingers."

"Yes!" Zhang Lu nodded solemnly: "The physical confrontation of the wing is almost impossible. Wang Ai can use his technical advantage of dribbling to avoid the disadvantage of his physical confrontation. This is also a correct choice, even when he is in German clubs also play wingbacks. But you look at it now? What position is he playing? The front waist? No! If the midfield is a parallel position, it can be called the front waist, and the diamond position is sharp, It's not actually the forward, but the third forward. "

"You mean, Li Jinyu, who plays the Trident in the previous two years in Liaozu?"

"Yeah!" Zhang Lu shook his head: "This is what I mean when Xiao Wang is about to fight. With his one-meter-six-something head, it is too uncomfortable to stand on this position. The physical confrontation is very fierce here, Although Li Jinyu is not very physically capable, he is at least an adult player. "

"Why?" Huang Jianxiang asked subconsciously.

"Because ..." Zhang Lu shook his head: "After entering the semi-finals, Guo Qing can still breathe, lose to Saudi Arabia, and ruin his future."

Huang Jianxiang reacted immediately, his eyes became darker, but his mouth said, "Oh, this is the case, after entering the semi-finals, there is a chance to enter the World Youth Championship even if you lose one more time. If you lose now, it will be over."

Zhang Lu gave Huang Jianxiang a thumbs-up under the commentary table, and the two ignored the topic without a word.

Yang Hao grabbed the kickoff right for the Chinese team, Han Peng and Du Wenhui waited for the whistle to start in the middle circle.

Wang Ai secretly looked at the Saudi team and found that the opponent's mood was very relaxed. After all, he defeated Guo Qing twice a month ago. So he nodded slightly to Zhao Xuri, Yang Hao and others.

The whistle sounded! The game has started!

Han Peng pushed the ball to Du Wenhui and ran towards the other half. The Saudi team's formation also began to open.

The Chinese team was not in a hurry to attack, and the Saudis did not seem to be in a hurry. Therefore, the football transitioned easily in the backcourt of the Chinese team for a while, and slowly passed to the foot of Zhao Xuri near the middle circle. Zhao Xuri ran slowly and horizontally for two steps. In the opponent's half, he found that the horizontal movement suddenly started On the 13th, a decisive kick passed straight.

Because the two of them were running sideways suddenly, the pass was not intercepted by the Saudi team midway, it passed from the middle circle to the top of the arc and was obtained by Wang Ai.

At this point, Saudi Arabia's lower back has not yet closely guarded Wang Ai, and was turned easily by Wang Ai. It wasn't until the face was seen that the opposing player realized that it was not good, and hurried forward. As soon as he took a step, the football passed between his legs.

The Saudi central defender hurried forward to block up. As Wang Ai controlled the football just right, Wang Ai was bypassed from the left side of the back to get it first. Then the two sides hedged, Wang Ai was like a swimming fish from his right side, and flew away with a lens close to the Marseille roundabout, leaving him on the line chased by the back.

These two times, the rabbit went up and down, and the Saudi goalkeeper looked dumbfounded!

Wang Ai pushed the far corner, but adjusted his ankle and tipped his toe when he touched the ball. From the "foot" of the Saudi goalkeeper who was thrown out by the deceit, he rolled into the goal.

In the first three group matches, they lost two goals in total and were smashed by Wang Ai within three seconds. Even when Wang Ai pulled the ball out of the goal and ran to the middle circle, most of the Saudi team The players did not respond.

"it is good!"

Inside and outside the camera, applause sounded.

While waiting to kick off, Huang Jianxiang and Zhang Lu chat.

"Director Zhang, this little Wang's goal is so beautiful. Why didn't he celebrate? Instead, he hurriedly re-opened the ball as if the score was behind. Why?"

Zhang Lu frowned, shook his head hesitantly, and said nothing. He also couldn't take Wang Ai's mind. It was because this doctor who played football was too cunning and always deceiving. Although it was a live broadcast late at night, there were not many people watching it, but it was better to say that he didn't understand than to say wrong.

Before kicking off, the Saudi team was anxious before the Saudis were anxious. Even the two forwards were also frequently rushing. The midfielder was smashing frequently. The players from both sides frequently collided together. Are you so anxious to catch the train? The winning side is more anxious than the lagging side.

Under the pressure of the suddenly fierce Chinese team, the Saudi team quickly lost the ball. After passing the football several times, it reached Wang Ai's feet. Wang Ai stubbornly attacked the opponent's body, even if he was hit hard. He controlled the ball and gradually approached the opponent's penalty area.

Seeing that the other side was the main defense and the two were cooperative defense, Wang Ai suddenly scored the ball horizontally. After Yang Hao got the ball, he decisively lowered the bottom. After being blocked by the opponent, he ran the ball back two steps and gave it to the center of the arc. A half ball was passed around.

This position is exactly where Wang Ai is playing against an opponent, and the line of the ball is behind Wang Ai.

Wang Ai glanced back, but did not turn around, staring closely at the opponent's movements, while blocking the opponent, pointing at the left of the penalty area and shouting: "Han Peng!"

Han Peng didn't know why, he subconsciously threw off the opponent and ran into the penalty area, running towards Wang Ai's finger position. He noticed that the opposing defender who had just been driven by Yang Hao's bottom was still near the bottom line, so he was not offside.

But what does this mean, Boss? What is he going to do without turning around?

At this moment the football has flown behind Wang Ai, the height is probably at the waist.

The Saudi defender didn't know what the 13th on the other side was shouting. He was also surprised. The opponent stared at what he was going to do. The football had already flown behind him, so he aimed at the Chinese player on the other side.

But Yu Guangzhong found that the Chinese No. 13 on the opposite side suddenly bent down on his upper body, exposing the football in flight, and then saw a foot drawn from the bottom up, and he even clearly saw the stadium lights shining. Hui's spikes!

The football changed direction midway and flew to the left mid air of the penalty area. At this moment, the black-faced Han Peng was rushing at high speed.

Too late to applaud the little boss, high center Han Peng, leap! gliding! Hit!

Nets splashed!

2: 0!

"Boss!"

For a moment, Han Peng raised his hands and rushed to Wang Ai who was smiling at him.

Chapter end