Fox in the Penalty Area

When Hu Lai ran to the training ground in front of everyone, he apologized to the head coach Parrotti with a smile on his face:

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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm late... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

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The coaches looked at him, as did the youth team players who were training together.

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This is indeed a very rare thing.

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Because of being late for training, this is the first time that happened to Hu Lai.

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Although he is not the type of player who often stays and takes the initiative to practice, he is definitely very professional.

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Training is never late or absent, and everything the coach requires is done conscientiously.

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So when Hu Lai was late for training, everyone thought it was incredible.

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Even if he was only five minutes late...

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"It's unbelievable..." Parrotti shook his head in response to Hu Lai's apology, "Have you encountered a traffic jam?"

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As the head coach, Parrotti has begun to find reasons for Hu to come.

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On the one hand, it was caused by his "good guy" character, and on the other hand, it was naturally also because Hu Lai, as the team's number one star, had no previous record of bad deeds, and the head coach was willing to give him a step down.

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But I didn't expect Hu Lai to shake his head: "There's no traffic jam, sir. I just started late because I'm watching the game at home..."

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"A game?" Parrotti was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "A game between you and the Japanese team?"

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Hu Lai nodded.

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"I see." Parrotti asked him again, "The result of the game is..."

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Hu Lai shook his head: "I don't know. Before the game was over, I hurried to practice. I didn't expect to be late..."

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"You were only five minutes late," Parrotti said. "But according to the rules of the team, you still have to contribute five hundred to the team fund. This is the rule, you know."

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Hu Lai nodded.

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According to the rules of the team, whoever is late will be fined 100 euros for one minute late. The team has a special small treasury, and all fines go into this small treasury.

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Then, when the team has activities, such as team building or something, the money is spent.

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No matter what the reason is, even if you encounter a car accident on the road and you bravely go to save people, you will have to pay the fine.

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Rules are rules.

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So even a player like Hu Lai, who has never been late before, has to take the initiative to hand over a fine to the team's small treasury after being late.

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"No problem, I'll admit the punishment."

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Seeing Hu Lai so straightforward, Parrotti nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, let's warm up now and try to keep up with the training rhythm."

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Looking at the back of Hu Lai's warm-up, Parrotti turned his head to the assistant coach Enzo Nacher and said, "Go check the Internet and see what the result of this game is."

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Nacher took out his mobile phone to inquire, and quickly gave Parrotti a reply:

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"The game is not over yet, but it is almost over. The score is now 2:2, and the two sides are tied."

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"Without Hu, can the Chinese team draw with the Japanese team that is all-out for the qualifying?" Parrotti was a little surprised. "It's a good performance."

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The stadium is full of people. If you listen carefully, you can hear majestic singing from the stands.

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The fans of the Chinese team are singing that "ancient" song over and over again:

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"The big sword slashed at the heads of the devils!"

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"Injury time has reached the last two minutes, and the score is still 2:2. The Japanese team made a desperate fight... It was cut off! The Chinese team counterattacked!"

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The singing stopped abruptly, replaced by deafening cheers.

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"Zhou Zijing headed the ball back... Guo Junfu took the ball and took it forward, no one came up..."

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After Zhou Zijing headed the ball, he immediately rushed forward and took away the central defender of the Japanese team, so that after Guo Junfu, who replaced Zhang Qinghuan in the second half, got the ball, there was no Japanese player within ten meters in front of him to guard him.

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Of course, behind him, Morikawa Junpei was desperately chasing back.

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But Guo Junfu didn't give him a chance to catch up with him. After seeing that the Japanese players were restrained by Zhou Zijing, he took a long shot from outside the penalty area!

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"Guo Junfu's long shot! Ouch! Nobuo Nishiguchi made a key save, he saved the football from the bottom line! The Chinese team won a corner kick!"

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"In the last minute of injury time, the Chinese team won a corner kick. Don't worry at this time, take it slow... eh? Don't worry!"

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Seeing Guo Junfu running to the corner to kick a corner kick, He Feng and Yan Kang became anxious.

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They felt that it was a very good result for the Chinese team to draw against the Japanese team under such circumstances.

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On the contrary, the Japanese team will not be satisfied with this result, they will be anxious.

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Since they are in a hurry, what else should we be in a hurry for?

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In the imagination of the two commentators, the entire Chinese team should now respond to the last minute of the game with a slow attitude.

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Try to delay time and send the Japanese team to a draw. In this way, the Japanese team's group ranking has dropped from second to third, and they are sent to play the play-offs!

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However, the Chinese players on the court seemed unwilling to delay time. Except for Guo Junfu, who went to serve, everyone else also ran forward and rushed to the penalty area of ​​the Japanese team, eager to attack.

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It stands to reason that at this time, the Chinese team's corner kick tactics should be based on delaying time, arranging two players to serve the corner kick, and only one center in front of the goal. The others, including the centre-backs, are all in their own backcourt and don't go up.

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Then, when the corner kick is taken, it will wander around the opponent's corner flag area, with the receiver guarding the football, forcing the opponent to commit a foul, or continuing to take corner kicks.

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But what the Chinese team is showing now is that they treat this corner kick as a normal corner kick.

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No one went up to cooperate with Guo Junfu to delay time.

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Central defender Wang Guangwei also rushed to the front of the Japanese team, trying to fight for the top.

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This made the two commentators in the stands incomprehensible - the score of 2:2 was clearly enough to drive the Japanese team to a dead end, why is there any need to press it?

If you want to beat the Japanese team at home, you will also face the risk of being attacked by the Japanese team in the final counterattack, losing the game and giving the Japanese team three points...

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How can't it be worth it!

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But the Chinese players on the court and on the sidelines didn't see it that way.

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Chen Xingyi, who had already been substituted, stood on the sidelines and shouted: "Go on, Old Wang! Go to the front!"

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In fact, Wang Guangwei had already gone up, but Chen Xingyi still couldn't help shouting like that. He was not shouting to Wang Guangwei, but to himself.

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Once again, they were faced with a situation where they could win and lose, and if they did nothing they could tie.

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But this time, most of them made a different choice than the last time.

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"The Chinese team is crazy?"

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When the Japanese coach Carlisle saw this scene, his eyes widened:

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"Are they really afraid of being counterattacked by us?"

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"Isn't this a good thing? We still have one last chance to fight back..." the assistant coach asked rhetorically.

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Carlisle stopped talking. This is indeed a good thing for the Japanese team. He was worried that the Chinese team was deliberately delaying time.

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But now, the Chinese team did not choose to do that.

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The Chinese team, which was thought to easily lose to the Japanese team before the game, seems unwilling to just draw with the Japanese team!

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This is a good thing for the Japanese team, but Carlisle is always vaguely worried.

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He was worried that the Chinese team really took advantage of this corner kick to push the football into the goal of the Japanese team...

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But the situation no longer allowed Carlisle to do anything more.

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The referee blew the whistle and Guo Junfu kicked the football to the goal of the Japanese team!

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Wang Guangwei jumped high and put the ball to the goal!

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Nobuo Nishiguchi was out of reach, but Morikawa Junpei, who was guarding the back post, jumped up and knocked the football out!

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"Morikawa Junpei! Door line rescue! The Japanese team escaped!" The Japanese commentator exclaimed repeatedly.

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The football that was pushed out by Morikawa Junpei on the goal line did not fly off the bottom line, but flew into the penalty area.

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Players on both sides are vying for football placement.

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"There is still a chance, launch a counterattack..."

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The Japanese commentator also shouted anxiously.

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But before he finished speaking, he saw someone in the restricted area jumping high, jumping higher than anyone else!

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He is wearing a red jersey with a back number nine!

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"Zhou Zijing!"

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He jumped in the air, across the mountain, and hit the football!

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Then he rubbed the football towards the goal in a very awkward position!

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Nishiguchi Nobufu soared in the air, struggling to hold it up!

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Then the ball jumped up, hit the top edge of the crossbar and bounced off!

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"oops!

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Beam!

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Zhou Zijing missed the chance to beat the Japanese team! What a pity!

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There were huge exclamations and sighs at the same time from the stands.

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Zhou Zijing, however, couldn't care less about holding his head in his hands and felt sorry for his header. After he landed, he pointed to the corner flag area, indicating that it was a corner kick for the Chinese team.

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The Chinese team has another chance to attack!

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It is a pity that the corner kick of the Chinese team failed to threaten the goal of the Japanese team.

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The corner kicked by Guo Junfu was topped by the center back of the Japanese team, Takehiro Nakaoka.

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The Japanese team wanted to take advantage of the situation to launch a quick counterattack, and then Tatsuya Sugiyama was pulled to the ground by Gao Ruimin in the midfield.

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Gao Ruimin received a yellow card for this, but the last glimmer of hope for the Japanese team was also dashed.

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The referee then blew the whistle for the end of the game, and did not even let the Japanese team take the free kick in the backcourt.

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"competition is over!

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The Chinese team, which lacked Hu Lai, performed very tenaciously at home, which is remarkable! The final 2:2 draw with the Japanese team! This result did not affect the qualifying results of the Chinese team, but it put the Japanese team in a very embarrassing situation-they have now dropped to the third place in the group and are likely to play the play-offs! This is the first time for Japanese football since the 1998 World Cup! History is made! "

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He Feng's tone was filled with gloating that he couldn't hide.

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Zhou Zijing missed the last chance, but no one cared.

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Because what they want has been achieved.

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That is to make the Japanese team the third place in the group.

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Winning can be done~www.readwn.com~ It is also possible to draw.

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Now that the goal has been achieved, what is there to be dissatisfied with in this process?

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Except for Zhou Zijing himself.

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After the game, when head coach Dillon came up to shake hands with Zhou Zijing, he said to Dillon directly in English in a low mood: "Sorry, coach, I wasted another chance..."

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Dillon rubbed his head vigorously and said in English, "That's not important, Zhou. You're doing well."

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"But I still couldn't be like Hu Lai..."

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"Oh no, no no no." Dillon shook his head repeatedly, "No, don't try to be like Hu. He is him, you are you, you are different types of players with different playing styles and personalities. Like Hu? You are you, Zhou, you are our 'cannon'!"

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Speaking of the last sentence, Dillon patted Zhou Zijing on the shoulder.

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Zhou Zijing, who was affirmed and comforted by the head coach, felt a little better. He ran to the sidelines to find his father.

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He was easy to spot among the dense crowds in the stands.

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When he waved to his father, he saw that his father was also waving to him.

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He waved his hand, then gave a thumbs up.

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Thumbs up on both hands.

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Zhou Zijing finally grinned.

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