"What's your situation?"

"Isn't it possible for you to notice?"

"Are you still attacking?"

"What did I explain before? Did it all fall on deaf ears?"

In the locker room, Zeng Zheng was furious.

If it weren't for the heroic performance of the opponent's goalkeeper, the score would have been almost tied in the first half.

This is a centenary celebration!

What if something really happened?

There was really no way to explain it later.

"Zhang Xiaorui, come on in the second half."

"And Yang Chen, you should also rest."

Zeng Zheng made personnel adjustments in an orderly manner.

After replacing the two "culprits" of the first half's goals, Zeng Zhengcai managed to calm down.

Seeing Zhang Xiaorui's unconvinced face, Zeng Zheng stepped forward and kicked his butt.

"What? Still not convinced?"

"Boss Zeng, but..."

"But what?"

"But didn't you say that? We should deal with every opponent seriously, play every game seriously, and never give up until the last moment?"

"grass!"

Hearing this, Zeng Zheng choked.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw other team members looking at him eagerly.

Especially several Jianlibao students.

At this moment, everyone stiffened their necks, and their eyes radiated an unconvinced look.

"Boss Zeng, it's not easy to fight against an opponent like Lazio. Who doesn't want to win?"

"Yes, Boss Zeng, I don't want to lose like this."

Facing the collective "resistance" of the team members, Chi Shangbin couldn't stand it anymore and yelled:

"If I'm against it, I'll just kick it as I tell you."

"What's wrong? Do you still want to rebel?"

"This is my centenary celebration."

"You brats don't know a little bit about the world?"

"After playing football for so many years, do you still need me to teach you step by step?"

As soon as Chi Shangbin opened his mouth, everyone else fell silent.

Zeng Zheng had a gloomy look on his face, but still made arrangements for substitutions.

"Zhang Xiaorui, Sun Jihai, Yang Chen, Li Jinyu, you four will rest for the second half."

"Shao Jiayi, Xu Yunlong, Ma Mingyu, Qu Bo, you four enter."

"No matter what, this game cannot bring shame to others."

"I have a league game on weekends, but I don't even use my full strength with you."

"Just score one goal and don't really think you are a trickster."

"You should be more restrained in the second half, you know?"

"Don't get hurt!"

"Don't let the other side get hurt either!"

After making arrangements, Zeng Zheng let out a sigh of relief and leaned aside.

15 minutes passed quickly.

In the second half, the two sides changed sides and fought again.

The national football team replaced four main players in the frontcourt, and also replaced the goal scorer and assist scorer in the first half.

Lazio introduced the recently joined Czech international Boboski, the new forward combination became Crespo and Ravanelli, and Dino Baggio also played.

As soon as the game started, Ou Chuliang once again saved the national football team.

Facing a low shot from Crespo, Ou Chuliang bravely saved it.

Not only that, before Ravanelli's follow-up shot, he quickly bounced up again and knocked the ball away from the opponent's feet, winning applause from the audience.

Because of Zeng Zheng's "explanation", the national football team's defense was ineffective, and it was basically Ou Chuliang's show.

But I don’t know whether it was Lazio’s bad luck or Ou Chuliang’s bravery.

Several consecutive shots failed to penetrate the national football gate.

Seeing Ou Chuliang's resistance, Zeng Zheng immediately ordered Gao Jianbin to go to the sidelines to warm up.

"Xiao Zeng, don't be angry. The team members are still young and don't understand the ways of the world..."

Seeing that Zeng Zheng looked unhappy, Chi Shangbin, who had just made a bad show in the locker room, came over to persuade him.

"I'm not angry with them." Zeng Zheng sighed, "I'm angry with myself."

"Angry with yourself?"

"Yes." Zeng Zheng glanced at Chi Shangbin meaningfully, "Coach Chi, I don't know when I became a coach like you!"

"Ah? This..."

Chi Shangbin clicked his tongue twice in succession.

Finally, he shook his head and said with a smile: "Okay! I'm just asking for trouble! You kid can figure it out on your own!"

Soon, Lazio scored again.

At that time, Crespo fired a right-footed volley from the front of the penalty area about 22 meters away from the goal. The ball passed through the crowd and went straight into the dead center of the goal.

3-1, Lazio once again extended its lead to two goals.

“Yo ho!

"

After scoring the goal, Crespo jumped high and embraced his teammates enthusiastically.

On the other hand, look at the national football team.

After losing the ball, everyone immediately looked to the sidelines eagerly.

Zeng Zheng's expression didn't change at all.

Everyone sighed.

Continue your "performance".

In the 13th minute of the second half, Bobosky made an attack on the left side of the national football team, and Wu Chengying was forced to foul.

Facing the three-man wall of the national football team, Ravanelli fired an extremely tricky kick.

The ball hit hard and Ou Chuliang couldn't save it. Although he touched the ball, it still bounced into the net.

4 to 1!

The score was extended to 3 goals!

"Alas, the Chinese team can't do it either!"

"Yeah, I do feel that I look down upon the Chinese team a little bit."

"That goal in the first half was indeed a mistake!"

...

Although it is a series of foreign languages.

But don’t forget Zeng Zheng’s professional background.

These miscellaneous gossips were so harsh when they reached Zeng Zheng's ears.

grass!

If I don't show off my power, you think I'm a sick cat, right?

Zeng Zheng waved his hand.

"Why are you standing still?"
To be continued...