Let alone Zhao Yongzhen, not even Xu Dingmao can catch it!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's just a loss in one game. This does not mean that we will not defeat the Chinese team in the future."

Zhao Yongzhen’s answer was sonorous and powerful.

"From now on, I lost my dominance over the Chinese team." Whoever likes to wear this hat will wear it.

Anyway, Zhao Yongzhen doesn’t want to slap him on the head.

"There was no problem with my tactical arrangements, and the players performed very well."

"Even at the beginning of the second half, we had an advantage for more than ten minutes."

"But unfortunately, we were not very lucky."

"We hit the goalpost twice in this game."

"If these two goalposts are scored, this game will be a draw at the end!"

Zhao Yongzhen's answer was not recognized by reporters.

You South Korea have two goalposts, and the Chinese Youth Team has three crossbars!

If hitting the goalpost counts as a goal, wouldn't the China Youth Team score more goals?

Regarding this point, Zhao Yongzhen’s answer is:

"The Chinese team's style of play is too fast."

"Especially the players from the frontcourt to the front line, they are simply sprinters."

"We couldn't outrun each other in a straight line sprint. This is not the defender's negligence."

"No team in Asia has any good solutions for this."

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the crowd.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting Smecta!"

Quan Yuncai carried Li Tianxiu, whose legs were covered with bruises, and limped into the tunnel.

For the two South Korean players, this game was considered as their best effort.

One of the two pillars in South Korea was contributed by Lee Cheon-soo.

Li Tianxiu looked depressed, while Quan Yuncai remained silent.

To be honest, this South Korean team really fought to the end.

But the problem is that facing the Chinese youth team led by Zeng Zheng, they really have no chance of winning.

If Qu Bo’s high-speed sprint goal aroused the fighting spirit of the entire South Korean team;

Then Xu Liang's corner kick went directly to the goal, but it was like a blow to the head, knocking the South Korean players unable to lift their heads.

What kind of team is this?

You need a coach and a coach, you need tactics and tactics, you need speed and speed, you need height and height, and you need footwork and footwork.

Can this still be played?

This time, the South Korean youth team was actually defeated.

The fans who came to watch the game had nothing to say.

Tehran is not Chengdu.

The Chinese Youth Team can still win so neatly.

What else can be said?

I can only angrily accuse the coach of being unfavorable, and Zhu Xie will do nothing.

...

On the other side, Zeng Zheng was also surrounded by reporters.

"Coach Zeng, can you explain what the finger you have been raising on the sidelines during the whole game means?"

"Ah, there's nothing else to it, it's just to let the players score another goal."

"Is it just that simple?" the reporter asked disbelievingly.

"It's that simple!"

"Coach Zeng, but I saw that you raised your fingers after every goal, even after Qu Bo scored twice. According to your answer just now, does it mean that you are not satisfied with the score of this game?

Are you satisfied? If so, can you reveal what the originally planned score was?"

As soon as this question came out, the surrounding reporters opened their eyes wide and pointed their cameras at Zeng Zheng.

They really want to hear bold scores like "8 to 0" or "9 to 1".

But Zeng Zheng's answer disappointed them.

"I raise this 1, not to ask the players to score many goals or score many points."

"I just tell them to keep their feet on the ground."

"The goals are scored one by one, don't always think about defeating the opponent all at once."

"As for still raising this finger when it's 2 to 1 or 3 to 1."

"It also tells them not to just be satisfied, otherwise they will stop moving forward."

"I hope to inspire more of their abilities."

"Even if there is only one minute left in the game, we must try our best to score another goal!"

After hearing Zeng Zheng's explanation, some reporters couldn't help but applaud.

After the applause, another reporter couldn't help but ask.

"But Coach Zeng, aren't you afraid that you will neglect your defense during the attack and be tied by your opponent? According to the rules of football matches, on the premise of ensuring victory, shouldn't we focus on preserving our strength?"

Faced with this kind reminder, Zeng Zheng still shook his head.

"First of all, I agree with what you said."

"But this only applies to the adult team's cup competitions, and it does not fully apply to the youth team."

"The youth team is different from the senior team."

"Most of the members of the youth team are full of vigor and vitality. As a coach, stimulating their greatest potential is the biggest goal, rather than blindly pursuing tactical coordination or championship trophies."

"Another one is that our opponent today is also quite special."

"South Korea is our old enemy, and you also watched today's game."

"Their players are also very good and they work very hard."

"Even in the first half, they even tied the score and even launched several threatening counterattacks."

"Facing such an old opponent with great resilience, we can't just focus on tactics, reasonableness and so on."

"It is necessary to show more blood, show more passion, show more ambition and courage, and do your best to defeat the opponent."

"Football is never static, nor is it a mechanized sport."

"Let young people strengthen team cohesion and grow in football, and inspire the passion of young people."

"I think this is the biggest gain from youth football games!"

"Wow!"

This time, after Zeng Zheng finished his answer, he received a long round of applause.

"Okay, if you have any questions, please ask them at the press conference later."

"If I say too much here, the Asian Organizing Committee will not be happy."

After saying that, Zeng Zheng turned around gracefully in the eyes of the stars and walked into the players' tunnel.

Just when Zeng Zheng was proud of his impassioned speech, someone grabbed him by the corner of his clothes from behind.

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I thought it was a reporter.

But when I looked back, I saw it was Park Ji-sung.

"Hello, Coach Zeng." Park Ji-sung greeted Zeng Zheng in half-baked Chinese.

"Uh... Xiao Pu, hello, hello."

Zeng Zheng had also encountered many times when opposing players found him after the game.

But when I saw the person coming was Park Ji-sung, I was still a little confused.

"Coach Zeng, this, this, this..."

Seeing the other party stuttering like this, Zeng Zheng said quickly:

"It's okay, I can understand you if you speak English or Bangyu."

"Ah, thank you, thank you, thank you, Coach Zeng."

A series of thanks made those who didn't know better think Park Ji-sung was from a young age.

"Coach Zeng, the Chinese team played very well today." Park Ji-sung praised.

"You also played well." Zeng Zheng smiled slightly, "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. I'm going to turn a corner."

"Coach Zeng, I want to play football in China. Do you think it's okay?"

Park Ji-sung wants to come and play in A?

Zeng Zheng was stunned for a moment, then replied:

"As long as you bamboo shoes agree, you are welcome to come and play A at any time."

"Wait a minute, Coach Zeng, I mean..."
To be continued...