"WUhu!~Pah!"

“WUhu!~Pah!

"WUhu!~Pah!"

As soon as they entered the stadium, the Iranian fans who packed the stadium used this uniform "Viking War Cry" to give the Chinese team a showdown.

More than 100,000 Iranian fans radicalized the stadium.

Among this army of 100,000, 5,000 Chinese fans are like a drop in the ocean, drifting with the tide.

The most frustrating thing for fans is that there are no home and away stands for this game.

In other words, there are only 5,000 Chinese fans, but they were divided into teams.

It seems that the organizers have put great thought into this "decisive battle".

When I saw the Chinese players entering the field to practice, a series of uniform Farsi words sounded from the stands.

As the fans' high-fives and shouts became more and more frequent, the heartbeats of the players on the field became faster and faster.

After hearing the end, Chi Shangbin directly covered his heart and shouted "Ah yo yo".

"Ah yo yo, my heart~~~"

"Quick, quick!"

"Hurry and get my quick-acting heart-saving pills!"

Seeing this, Han Tao quickly took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out six black "Huahua Pills" and stuffed them into Chi Shangbin's mouth.

Soon after swallowing, Chi Shangbin regained his breath.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Jin Zhiyang on the side also looked horrified.

"How can the players play in such a terrifying home atmosphere?"

"If we had known earlier, we would have made a big splash in Wulihe."

Being timid before fighting has been a taboo for military strategists since ancient times.

In the VIP stands, Iran's Foreign Minister looked down at the stadium below, like a king overlooking all living beings.

"Look at the cohesion of our fans, tsk tsk tsk..."

"I'm sure the Chinese people's legs will become weak and their feet will slip after hearing this."

"Haha, I didn't even start kicking, I scared them to death!"

Thanks to the structure of the stadium.

The Azadi Stadium is like a huge Roman Coliseum. Any sound from anywhere in the stands will ripple in the center of the stadium for a moment.

In the midst of such uniform war cries, anyone with a weak mental endurance would be like Chi Shangbin, whose sight would induce palpitations.

The home team members stood in the middle of the field, looking proudly at the Chinese players on the other side of the field.

"Haha, I saw it, the No. 6 ball just now was not passed well!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I guess your legs are weak from fear!"

"What a coward! If you still play football with such virtue, you might as well go home and herd the cows!"

"Hahahaha~~~"

Facing the teasing looks of the Iranian team members, General Fan stretched out his arm.

"What are you going to do?"

"Uh...Brother Fan, I...I'm going to pick up the ball." Li Weifeng's brain was a little down after being stopped.

To be honest, if General Fan hadn't stopped him, he would have almost rushed to the center line and exchanged blows with the opponent.

What a horrific Azadi Stadium!

It actually has such a deceptive effect!

"You kid had better go pick up the ball."

General Fan glared at Li Weifeng, and then withdrew his arm.

With General Fan's reminder, Li Datou took a deep breath and ran to the ball.

Then he lowered his head, unable to bear the provocation in his opponent's eyes, and just returned the ball.

"Captain, this can't go on like this!"

Sun Jihai was also sweating profusely at this moment.

In order to fight against this terrifying home atmosphere, he tried his best to stabilize his mind.

But the problem is that the home atmosphere alone is so exhausting.

How will we play in the next game?

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing standing there?"

"Time to practice practice."

"Don't wait until the competition to tell me that the grass hasn't gotten used to it yet!"

There was a sound of dissatisfaction and scolding.

Everyone looked around and saw that Zeng Zheng was wearing a blue floral cloth on his upper body, a pair of beige beach shorts on his lower body, and a pair of flip-flops on his feet, lying carelessly on the sunshade chair on the sidelines.

What the fuck?!

Damn it?

grass?!

Seeing Zeng Zheng's appearance, Jin Zhiyang, who had just finished patting Chi Shangbin on the back, quickly came up to persuade him.

"Xiao Zeng, you, you, what's going on with you?"

Ignoring Jin Zhiyang's inquiry, Zeng Zheng lazily lay down on the beach chair and snapped his fingers.

Han Tao on the side quickly handed the ice orange juice that had been prepared to Zeng Zheng's hand.

"Suck~~~"

"Hiccup~~~"

It wasn't until he emptied the straw in one breath that Zeng Zheng asked lazily:

"What?"

"Coach Jin, what did you say just now?"

Seeing Zeng Zheng's "mud can't hold up the wall" look, Jin Zhiyang just wanted to persuade him again.

"Xiao Zeng, you have to pay attention to the impact of your dressing up..."

"Influence? Well, influence?" Zeng Zheng pushed his sunglasses onto his forehead.

"FIFA has stipulated that head coaches are not allowed to dress like this?"

"Or do they have a rule that I can't bring a recliner to sit on?"

"Or are they not even letting me drink this orange juice?"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng looked at Jin Zhiyang who looked embarrassed.

Then he showed a look of realization.

Passing the orange juice in his hand forward, "Aha, look at my brain."

"Come on, Coach Jin, come and have a sip too."

"This ice cream is refreshing and always delicious."

Looking at the only ice cubes and a few slices of orange left in the glass, Jin Zhiyang shook his head like a rattle.

"Since you don't drink, don't blame me!"

Zeng Zheng showed a regretful expression, and then snapped his fingers.

"Whoosh!"

Soon, Han Tao refilled the cup.

At this moment, all Azadi's cameras were pointed at the sidelines.

Every move of the Chinese coaching staff is also transmitted to all parts of the world along with live broadcast signals.

"Nonsense, this is simply nonsense!"

The war is coming.

Seeing Zeng Zheng's appearance, the bureau leader almost broke the table.

"If we don't win Iran in this game, we will remove him when we come back!"
To be continued...