The Iranians never dreamed that the Chinese team could score the first goal at their home court.

This is a slap in their face!

But after this slap, it was time for the first half.

They could only watch helplessly as the Chinese team walked off the field arm-in-arm amid the cheers of the crowd.

1 to 0, this is a very close score!

But it was enough to make the expressions of both players completely opposite.

On the Chinese team's side, everyone's faces are filled with happiness and joy. It seems that in 45 minutes, they will get a direct ticket to Japan and South Korea.

Some of the Iranian team members were disenchanted, some were gritting their teeth, and some were looking ashen.

They are not unwilling to fail.

They are not willing to fail at their own doorstep.

They were even more unwilling to fail in front of such a team that "looked down" on them.

"Hey, give in, give in."

"Don't touch the watermelon juice that spilled on me."

"I'm going to drink more in the second half!"

It was crowded.

Zeng Zheng swaggered forward with his hands behind his back.

Han Tao carried a table with both hands, which was filled with large and small fruits and paper cups.

Zeng Zheng looked like a traveling young man in ancient times, swaggering through the city.

But he still spoke in Farsi and shouted very loudly.

Seeing Zeng Zheng being so arrogant, even the security guards at the stadium wanted to rush over and slap him twice.

...

"Overall, the first half was pretty good!"

In the locker room, Zeng Zheng put down the towel to wipe his sweat and looked at the eleven international players in front of him with a smile.

"Don't grab it, everyone has it."

All eleven people were holding a banana in their hands.

This is a reward, an encouragement, and even more recognition.

The most important thing is that this is sponsored by the local overseas Chinese themselves!

"Don't eat too much, be careful to hold on."

"Whoever is running low on energy should drink a bottle of glucose."

Zeng Zheng arranged it in an orderly manner.

With the praise and affirmation from the head coach, the players looked very relaxed.

Zhang Xiaorui even went to grab the banana from Li Jinyu's hand after finishing the meal. In the end, the two of them got into a scuffle, causing a lot of laughter.

Looking at the quarreling team members, Chi Shangbin, who had been silent for half the game, tremblingly came to Zeng Zheng's side with Jin Zhiyang's support.

"Xiao, Xiao Zeng."

"You, what are you doing?"

After saying that, Chi Shangbin reached out and snatched half of the pomegranate from Zeng Zheng's hand.

"In the second half, you must not do this again!"

Zeng Zheng blinked, "Hey, Coach Chi, do you want one too?"

Looking at the big, plump and shiny pomegranate in his hand, Chi Shangbin was stunned.

He quickly put it into Jin Zhiyang's hand.

"Xiao Zeng, I'm not talking about you."

"How come you have been a head coach for so long and become less and less upright?"

"You are already thirty years old and are about to get married."

"Still so unstable."

"With your appearance like this, how will domestic fans see you? How will Iranian fans see you? How will fans around the world see you?"

Zeng Zheng shrugged nonchalantly, picked up another grape and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Coach Chi, I don't care what they think?"

"As long as we can win, I dare say no one will dare to say no!"

"Come on, try this local Iranian fruit too, it's so sweet!"

"But you can't eat too much of these dates, it's too bad!"

Seeing Zeng Zheng's desolate look, Chi Shangbin sighed.

"Hey, Xiao Zeng, I can't speak to you."

"But we can't be proud, right?"

"The Iranian team must be discussing strategies for the second half now."

"I don't care how you mess around with me. You have to explain to the players how the team plays in the second half, right?"

"Lest we get tied in the second half and then overtake."

"By then, it will be too late to do anything you want to do!"

Seeing Chi Shangbin comforting himself with an almost pleading tone, Zeng Zheng finally became serious.

"Coach Chi, don't worry."

"For the World Cup, I have put all my treasure on this game!"

"Whether it's the weather in Tehran, the atmosphere at Azadi's home court, or the harassment from local fans, don't even think about it becoming a stumbling block for our Chinese team to enter the World Cup!"

"I, Zeng Zheng, just put my words here."

"Even if the King of Heaven comes, don't try to stop us from going straight to the World Cup!"

Seeing that Zeng Zheng was so determined, Chi Shangbin's expression improved slightly.

"Okay, Xiao Zeng."

“The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.”

"Now it's your young people's world."

"It's up to you to direct the team in the second half, and I won't be involved."

"I just want to remind you, just eat and drink. Don't overdo it!"

"If you use other people's dialect to irritate the players on the field like before, I might give you a penalty for provoking the home team and send you off the field."

"By then, it will be too late for you to regret it!"

After saying that, Chi Shangbin turned around and walked slowly towards the rest area.

As soon as I took a step, my foot slipped and I almost fell over.

If he hadn't just reached the wall, the old man would have knocked out at least two of his teeth.

"Who threw the pomegranate seeds?!"

After seeing the culprit, Chi Shangbin looked at Zeng Zheng angrily.

"Hahahaha, Coach Chi, please be more careful and don't move your waist, hahahaha..."

Amidst Zeng Zheng's series of bursts of laughter, Jin Zhiyang swallowed all the pomegranates he was chewing.

The team members rested for more than ten minutes. When the game was about to start, Zeng Zheng clapped his hands vigorously.

"Boys!"

"There are 45 minutes left!"

“We have played seven games in a row in the top ten games!”

"Keep gritting your teeth and persist!"

"It will be over in 45 minutes."

"Whether you go directly to Japan and South Korea or play in the play-offs depends on your performance in these 45 minutes!"

"Put your chests together and think about it carefully."

"Think about the thousands of fans in the stands, think about the tens of millions of fans in front of the TV, and then think about the billions of compatriots waiting to qualify..."

After speaking, Zeng Zheng pointed to the team emblem on his chest.
To be continued...