The stunning shot from Lei Dong after dribbling was constantly played on the TV. Even if the ball was not scored, it would be enough for Chinese fans to talk about it for several days.

Young genius! Chinese football king! Put it on Redon's head without reservation. Any praise is not an exaggeration to the Chinese fans. However, some calm media sent rational blessings: "The final kill that passed by in the final stage shows the boy's dribbling ability. But don't forget that it was a desperate raid after the game was almost over and the opponent's physical strength was exhausted. If it was the starter, can he still play better strength? What will be the development path in the next few years? I think this is the issue that Coach Yang needs to consider."

"You can't make him proud, nor can you make him feel unhappy. This is difficult to grasp, but I hope everyone will take good care of him." This is the words of Vincent, a team's psychological counselor.

The Chinese team immediately issued a temporary team rule after the game - no one can mention Lei Dong's last ball on any occasion or at any time, and even speaking in a sleep while sleeping, let alone on the training ground. Of course, the players' IQ and EQ are also within the normal range, and they can understand the potential intention of this team rule.

Mr. Yang and Lei Dong had a separate conversation, but the content of the conversation was unknown. Only some thoughtful staff found that when Lei Dong came out of Mr. Yang's room, his eyes revealed his desire for the next game.

"Boss, where are you changing the boy? Ah? It's so awesome, right?" Vilmulen yelled on the phone, and Van Denbourre also nodded from the side.

When they recalled the last scene, both of them couldn't help but feel sweaty.

"Oh, haha, that guy Jose found in Germany. This guy is getting more and more obscene, hahaha." Master Yang couldn't help but feel a little proud on the phone.

"Boss, let's get together after the group stage."

"Okay, I'll invite you to eat Northeastern cuisine then."

After saying something or not, Vermallen hung up the phone. From beginning to end, he didn't ask Master Yang if there was any possibility of qualifying. Qualifying? Let Master Yang use Northeast dialect, that's a must!

In the first game, China and Belgium drew 2:2, while New Zealand lost 0:3 to Brazil. The next opponent of the Chinese team is New Zealand.

Mr. Yang has arranged a small lineup, and several over-age players in the team have all been on the bench. How can we play as a stunning man like New Zealand and still be at home? How can we do it without any special means?

In the 1982 World Cup qualifiers, the Chinese team lost 1-2 in the play-offs and lost the opportunity to participate in the Spanish World Cup. This is a good opportunity to avenge revenge.

The Chinese team's small lineup swept across the entire New Zealand team's defense with mole-like enthusiasm.

"In this country, New Zealand, there are only more than 40 professional players in the country."

The Chinese team scored the first goal, Dong Fangzhuo made a pass, and shot with a kick at the front of the penalty area. He led 1-0.

"I don't know any of the New Zealand players, so there is no match briefing for this game."

The Chinese team scored another goal, Wang Yongpo picked the back point in the penalty area, and Deng Zhuoxiang scored. 2-0.

"This is our home court. We must fully control the rhythm. If you are fouled or fouled, you must not hesitate. Do you want me to be more blunt? Have you never taught your acting skills in school?"

The Chinese team made several breakthroughs, resulting in frequent fouls by New Zealand. The referee sent off their left back with two yellow cards.

When the game was about to end, Mr. Yang replaced Lei Dong again. Lei Dong broke into the penalty area at the bottom line and crossed the goal. Hao Junmin scored in a roundabout way.

3 to 0.

Both Brazil and China won three goals in New Zealand. In the second round of the group stage, Brazil and Belgium finally locked in 1-1.

Brazil 4 points

China 4 points

Belgium 2 points

New Zealand 0 points

It seems that Belgium qualifies in danger, but if Brazil and China draw, Belgium defeats New Zealand. Then the three teams with 5 points will rely on the winning and losing relationship, goal difference, and total goals to determine the qualification to qualify.

Then the situation will be complicated.

Late at night, in the hotel where Brazil team entered, head coach Dunga looked at the view outside the window and was a little silent. It turned out that according to the assistant coach's report, the only one who could pose a threat to Brazil in the entire group was Belgium. Therefore, all arrangements revolved around the Belgium team. The first game was obviously left with New Zealand, but no one expected that Belgium, which was tied by the Chinese team, entered a rampage rhythm. The Brazilian team, who was doing all their strength, did not defeat the opponent. Could it be that the Chinese team's strength is comparable to Belgium?

Impossible! Dunga shook her head. In this ancient country with a civilization of 5,000 years, even if she could feel the vigorous vitality emitted by it, she still had to rely on her strength to speak in the field of football.

Ronaldinho, Diego, Pato... Are these cards in his hands not as good as those Chinese players who only play in European second-rate clubs?

The pride in Dunga's heart rose again. Belgium was just a small mistake, so let's correct this mistake with victory over the Chinese team. Dunga is such a person, the once proud Brazilian captain, who is the only one to say.

Because of the criticality of the last game, Brazil's training attracted the attention of many media. In this Olympics, in addition to expecting the hosts to qualify in the group, this star-studded Brazil became the top focus of attention.

"Mr. Dunga, do you have confidence in the last game?" The questions of Chinese journalists are generally more extensive.

"We come to the Olympics to win all the competitions because we are Brazilian team. If we can't beat the Chinese team, even if we win the final championship after qualifying in the group, criticism from all parties will drown us. I don't want to cause any trouble because I can't beat the Chinese team."

The Chinese reporter grinned, and the Brazilian coach was not polite at all. Shouldn’t we say official lines like “The Chinese team is a strong team, and we will respect every opponent”?

"Mr. Dunga, it is said that your Olympic results will determine your stay or not. Is it true?" European journalists became much more acute.

Dunga glanced at the reporter: "You have to ask the Chairman of the Football Association."

"Will you formulate any targeted tactics for the Chinese team?"

"Putting 100% of your strength normally."

If Mr. Yang saw this interview, he would have a headache. The Brazilian team played 100% of their strength and would not let people live? What Mr. Yang had to do was to limit Brazil's full strength.

Mr. Yang said: "First, move the competition venue to the plateau."

Chi Shangbin and Su Maozhen looked down at their toes.

Mr. Yang said: "Send more than 10,000 Chinese fans to the Brazilian team's hotel to eat skewers and drink beer all night."

Chi Shangbin and Su Maozhen continued to look at their toes.

Master Yang said sinisterly: "Look for hundreds of girls in the red light district..."

Chi Shangbin and Su Maozhen took off their leather shoes and held them in their hands.

"Okay, you can kill me, I have no tricks. What do you think?" Mr. Yang squatted in the corner and started to act like a scoundrel. He was still in his thirties. Chi Shangbin and Su Maozhen sometimes doubted whether the Chinese team coach was in front of him.

Master Yang suddenly remembered Wan Cheng Ruolan, who hadn't seen for a long time. If she were there at this time, maybe some terrible ideas would come out.

"Okay, I don't think about it anymore. If you can't think of it, the meeting will end. At worst, we can queue up to 901 and let the Brazilian team see our mobile Great Wall."

Mr. Yang waved his hand and the whole room was already filled with smoke. The ashtrays on the table were full of cigarette butts. Time was already pointing to 2 a.m. There were still 60 hours before the game.

After sending Chi Su and the others out of the room, Mr. Yang was about to go out for a walk. The question of how to defeat the Brazilian team began to be discussed after the roster came out, but just like the Goldbach conjecture, there was no idea of ​​solving the problem. The people in the world who dared to pat their chests and said that they could defeat the Brazilian team had not been born yet.

Master Yang walked on the streets of Shenyang like a blind wandering. The nightlife in Northeast China has nothing interesting to see except for some all-night baths, and the skewers.

"Don't you water the stadium if you want to win a game?"

A familiar voice sounded behind Master Yang.

Master Yang's body suddenly stopped, but he did not dare to look back. Since the World Cup in Germany, this person has never appeared again. Master Yang once called the person's mobile phone number, but never answered. He asked his unit and said that the person resigned after reporting his job in the United States. It is unknown where he went next. It has been two years, and he has imagined the reunion of the two people countless times, but he did not expect it to be at such a time and place.

"What's wrong, coach, are you hard?"

Three black lines appeared on Master Yang's head as usual. Such rogue words could only be said from Wan Cheng Ruolan's mouth.

Master Yang, who was "hard", slowly turned around. The August wind blew across his skirt. Under the street light, a demon-like girl stood in front of him.

Master Yang clenched his fist with his right hand and gently wiped his nose, took a breath, and brewed something to say. Wan Cheng Ruolan's words just now destroyed the touching atmosphere of reunion after a long time.

But that's true, it's not a TV series, why be so sad and pretentious?

"I've lost weight... I've got dark..." Master Yang held it in for a long time and then wrote a few words. Wan Cheng Ruolan smiled brightly, but there seemed to be something crystal clear in her eyes.

"Come on, let me hug someone else's husband." Wan Cheng Ruolan took the lead in her arms.

Master Yang couldn't help but hold the old friend in front of him tightly in his arms.

"It's good to come back...it's good to come back."

On Master Yang's shoulder, where he could not see, the tears that had been endured in Wan Cheng Ruolan's eyes for a long time were defeated by these stupid eight words.
Chapter completed!