Le Maire did not expect that the Chinese team would not compete for control of the midfield;

Vieira was able to tie the score with a world wave, which Zeng Zheng did not expect.

As Yang Chen's header missed the goal, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

1 to 1, both sides used a long shot to score goals for the team.

"The French team is so lucky. Can they get this ball in?"

Watching the replay of Vieira's goal, several members of the coaching staff shook their heads.

Vieira's powerful shot only made an S-shape in the air.

Ou Chuliang's second reaction was fast enough. Even though he had already touched the ball, he still couldn't completely block it.

"When did the Chinese team's long-range shooting reach this level? Or is that ZHAO originally their secret weapon?"

The French team also practiced in shock.

Zhao Jun's kick was not so much a well-planned sneak attack as it was a trick.

It crossed a distance of thirty meters and hit the inside of the post and bounced into the net.

Not to mention Butters, even Zoff was here, and he couldn't catch such a blind shot.

Except for Zhao Junzhe's long-range shot, none of the Chinese team's other long-range shots posed much of a threat to Butters.

In this way, the coaching staff of both sides returned to their respective locker rooms with regret and depression.

"Xiao Zeng, how shall we fight in the second half?"

Before Zeng Zheng entered the house, Chi Shangbin grabbed him.

"Continue." Zeng Zheng said with a serious expression, "We cannot fight for the ball when we play against the French team."

"That's right, you were right!" Chi Shangbin nodded.

With Zidane unable to play, not only the players are a bit distracted, but the coaching staff is no exception.

On the day he received the letter, several people strongly suggested that Zeng Zheng change his tactics and use this opportunity to engage in positional warfare with the French team.

Zeng Zhengli went against all odds and not only did he not accept these people's "suggestions", he also demoted Zhang Xiaorui, the tactical core of positional warfare, from his position to a substitute, completely ending some people's ambition to compete against the French team.

Now, 45 minutes have passed in the first half, and all the data on the court prove the correctness of Zeng Zheng's approach.

Even if Zidane is not on the court, the French team's ball possession rate is as high as 69%.

The number of passes, shots, and attacks greatly exceeds that of the Chinese team.

Completely demonstrates the strength of the world's top teams.

If the Chinese team really intends to play tricks and compete with the opponent in the midfield, even if the score is not lost to the opponent, the physical consumption will definitely double.

Instead of like now, everyone talks and laughs and still has the energy to fight and fight.

"Xiao Zhao, come here for a moment."

In the locker room, the players who were discussing among themselves were startled.

Then Zhaojun stood up and walked towards the door.

The team members looked at Zhao Junzhe's back and couldn't help but give strange looks.

"Is it still Xiao Zhao in the second half?"

"Or should Xiao Zhao just play the first half?"

The team members were talking quietly, and Zhao Junzhe had already walked up to Zeng Zheng.

"Xiao Zhao, how is your physical condition?"

Zeng Zheng could see Zhao Junzhe's physical exertion, but the actual feelings had to be determined by the person's own feelings.

"Boss Zeng, there's nothing wrong with it. It's not much more expensive than when I was in the youth team."

Zhaojun replied matter-of-factly.

"Well, you performed well in the first half. Apart from that goal, you still managed to complete the task I assigned you."

Zeng Zheng patted Zhao Junzhe on the shoulder, "But, I think your performance is not good enough!"

When Zhao Junzhe heard this, his legs instantly stood upright.

It doesn't matter if my performance is not good enough, but according to Zeng Zheng's words, do I still have a chance to perform in the second half?

Sensing Zhao Junzhe's full confidence, Zeng Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Your task is not very difficult. If you take it easy, you can definitely do better."

"Just like that goal."

"If you let go and kick, God will help you score goals!"

Zhaojun blushed after hearing this.

In front of the media, you may even sneer;

But in front of Zeng Zheng, he could only admit that the kick was a fool's errand.

In fact, he didn't expect the goal to go in.

I just followed Zeng Zheng's instructions and first looked for an opportunity to kick a long shot to scare the French team.

But I never thought that I would directly kick out a world wave.

Until now, Zhao Junzhe is still immersed in the joy of scoring a goal.

"I think you also know why I arranged for you today."

"As an attacking midfielder, your task is very important. You are the person who holds the torch and leads the other team members forward."

"So every time you touch the ball, it will determine how the entire team plays."

"You and Zhang Xiaorui lead the team in completely different ways, but I believe you have the ability to do this well in the World Cup!"

Listening to Zeng Zhengyu's sincere explanation, Zhao Junzhe trembled all over.

This is probably how it feels when a scholar dies for his confidant!

He was already very grateful to Zeng Zheng for replacing Zhang Xiaorui in the opening game.

And Zeng Zheng also proved with his actual actions that there are no direct relatives or close relatives in his team, only who is suitable for him.

In this opening match against the former world champion, Zeng Zheng valued himself so much. Zhao Junzhe felt the warmth of Zeng Zheng's palms on his shoulders, and his eyes became more determined.

...

"Looking at this posture, we might really be able to win!"

In the stands, Rossi sat in his seat for the rare occasion, holding the cowboy hat in his hand.

"Yeah, even though the French team attacked so fiercely, we also had several threatening shots!"

"If we keep playing like this, it's not certain who will score first!"

"Hey, tell me, if we really beat the French team, will qualifying for this group be safe?"

Fans were talking a lot.

As soon as the words "defeat the French team" were mentioned, everyone's faces turned red and their blood boiled.

On the other side, the European spectators also frowned.

They never expected that the opening game would turn out like this.

"Kevin, the latest news is that the odds of the Chinese team winning have increased again!"

"What? What about the others?"

"The odds of 0 goals in the second half, the total score of 1 to 1, and the total of 2 goals have also increased a lot."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It seems that even the betting company thinks that the two teams will score goals in the second half?"

"Yes, and judging from the odds, the bookmaker is even optimistic about 1 to 2!"

"Winning the Chinese team? Stop joking! This is the World Cup! Not the Confederations Cup."

"But, but..."

"Nothing to worry about. The French team will never lose to an Asian team in the World Cup! Never!"

...

Having said that, the start of the second half surprised all the European fans in the stands.

Because from the very beginning, the Chinese team went against the norm and launched a fierce attack directly at the French team's gate.

They no longer retreated to the midfield to defend, but actively pressed out and played very resolutely.

Whether it is a long shot or a shot into the penalty area, it is basically completed in 2-3 kicks.

Even if Butters kicks the ball towards the midfield, the Chinese players guarding the center line will try their best to get the header and then send the ball back to the front court again.

It has to be said that Zeng Zheng's attacking tactics at the beginning were quite effective.

He noticed that the French team's physical exertion in the first half was stronger than his own, and after they equalized the score near midfield, the players felt a little slack.
To be continued...