The Midfield Master

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The first time Xia Ze felt tense in his heart was probably the final of the Portuguese League Cup last season. At that time, before the game, he couldn't help trembling when he thought of the possibility of touching the trophy.

But now, although he has repeatedly tried to tell himself that this is just a game, our team has completed the goal set before the start of the Asian Cup, and there is no need for pressure at all.

But he still couldn't help having more thoughts in his mind. Fortunately, these were just a hint and didn't occupy his whole brain.

But looking at Zhang Wei at this time is different. From the confusion in his eyes, he can clearly feel the pressure of this game, which has squeezed his whole thinking space.

Not only Zhang Wei, but many people in the cabin were like this, and the plane was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

"David, don't think too much, just play this game as usual." Xia Ze patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder and comforted him, saying, "The Japanese team has blue jerseys, and the Uzbekistan team also has blue jerseys. Just think of them as a beefed up Uzbekistan."

Zhang Wei nodded, but his eyes were still blank.

The game was held at 6:00 pm Beijing time, the same time as the last quarter-final match.

In China, the signal sent by CCTV, many domestic TV stations and video sites will broadcast this game, the broadcast lineup and the enthusiasm before the game are stronger than the 2013 AFC Champions League final.

A few days before the game, the media made a big announcement about the game, letting almost everyone in China know that on this day, China will face Japan, and this is a game about national honor.

Around 4:00 p.m., in Guangzhou Tianhe Sports Center Plaza, the fans who gathered here to watch the game came to the square early again.

In just two hours, thousands of fans gathered in the plaza, and the entire plaza was crowded with people. Everyone appeared here with a look of anticipation and excitement. It seems to be a Chinese holiday.

Not only in Guangzhou, but also in major domestic cities, fans gathered spontaneously or in an organized way to watch this game.

In the cities in the north where the cold is a bit severe, the bars that were originally open at night also gathered a large number of fans at this time, waiting for the start of the game.

this scene,

Chinese football has not been encountered in almost ten years. It may only be the night of qualifying for the World Cup in 2001 that there is a scene like this.

Those who pay attention to this game are not only in China, but Chinese all over the world watch this game in different places and in different ways.

Wang Xiaolin goes to school in Liverpool, and this game happened to be played at 8:00 a.m. local time. She could only pay attention to the game while attending class.

The Reignwood family in Portugal got up early and gathered in front of the TV to watch the broadcast of the game.

After arriving in Sydney, on the way from the airport to the Sydney Stadium, Chinese fans were frequently seen. After seeing the Chinese team's bus, these fans also excitedly shouted and cheered for the bus.

The bus marched to the periphery of the Sydney Stadium, where tens of thousands of fans of the Chinese team in red jerseys had already gathered.

Not far away, there is a small group of Japanese fans, probably less than 10,000. These Japanese fans came from all over Japan and Australia. Compared with China, where there are tens of thousands of Chinese in Sydney, their population is obviously too small.

The team got off the bus and went into the locker room. This is the second time they have arrived at this stadium. The last time was a life-and-death battle in the last round of the group stage, which they won easily.

This time, it was a game with the Japanese team that was almost higher than football. The depressive atmosphere before the game made all the players feel a little trembling.

"Listen everyone, I need you to put all your distracting thoughts behind you and concentrate on this game." Lippi stood in the locker room and did the pre-match mobilization himself: "I know you have a lot to do with Japan. History, but nothing to do with this game."

His expression was very serious, and his eyes swept over the faces of every player.

"You guys want to win this game, I know that. Because I want to win too, at this point, no one wants to lose!"

Lippi continued: "But now we are facing a team that has defeated Belgium. If you are still half-hearted, you will never win this game!"

Every word he said was loud and clear, deeply shaking the hearts of every Chinese team player.

After being drunk by him like this, the national football players all forced their minds to forget all distracting thoughts about the game. Their bewildered eyes gradually gathered and became firm, and the atmosphere in the locker room also changed from depression to excitement before the game.

Lippi looked at the changes in the expressions of the national football players and nodded slightly, but the expression on his face was still very serious: "We must stay focused! Win this game!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Fu Bo immediately stepped forward, walked to the tactical board, and explained the targeted tactics of the game to each player again.

The players of the Chinese team have been rehearsing tactics for a few days, and they are also listening and sorting out their equipment at this time.

"Ah—bad!"

An exclamation suddenly came out, circling over the locker room. Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Wei, and he was flustered and at a loss.

"I... I forgot to bring leg guards!" Zhang Wei said nervously with a flustered expression.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to deal with this sudden change. Zhang Wei is the team's main central defender. If he can't play, it will greatly damage the team's strength.

"David, let me lend you mine first." After everyone was stunned for a while, Wang Shangyuan, who was sitting next to Zhang Wei, quickly handed over his leg guards.

Zhang Wei took the shin guards in a daze. After being lectured by Lippi, he had gradually let go of the pressure, but at this time he was once again disrupted by his own accident.

In the locker room, the tense and depressive atmosphere once again enveloped everyone.

"CCTV, CCTV, welcome everyone to watch the 2015 Asian Cup semi-finals, the match between China and Japan. Duan Xuan will be explaining the match for you today." Duan Xuan's thick and deep voice came from the microphone.

"I believe everyone has been looking forward to today's game for a long time. I also came to the Sydney Football Stadium with excitement. This is the second semi-final of the Asian Cup for the Chinese men's football team after 2004. This achievement has already It has exceeded our pre-match expectations, no matter the outcome of this match, the Chinese team will be the winner, and they will all win our respect.” \u003c!--End of chapter content--\u003e