Chapter 777 It’s a pity that you are no longer young
Rasulov kept drinking water, except that the water bottle was taken away from his mouth, but his other posture did not change at all.
Residual water dripped from his mouth and chin, soaking the shirt and suit on his chest.
The cheers in the workers' body continued, one wave after another, one wave after another.
Rasulov, who finally came to his senses, looked down at the mineral water bottle in his hand and wanted to smash the bottle to the ground to vent his anger.
Because he has a lot of curse words in his heart.
Left foot!
It’s his fucking left foot!
Rasulov felt that everyone would be against him today.
He didn't take Zhang Qinghuan's scoring ability into account in the first half. As a result, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly shot a cold arrow outside the penalty area and scored.
He finally put the patch on during halftime.
But he ran into Hu Lai's left foot!
As long as you study Hu Lai's scoring videos, you will know that Hu Lai is a player who is good at playing with his right foot. His performance with his left foot is very average, even not very good.
Hu Lai himself knows this, so he tries to avoid shooting with his left foot during the game, just to ensure the accuracy of the shot.
Therefore, Rasulov did not emphasize to his players that they should pay attention to guarding Hulay's left foot.
Fortunately now, Hu Lai just used his left foot to score the goal!
It’s like taking turns to slap myself in the face...
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Hu Lai lowered his head and glanced at the red knot on his right wrist. It was the [lover's red rope] that could increase luck.
His ability to score the goal just now was indeed due to luck.
Because his left foot didn't kick well, and the force he exerted was awkward, and he barely touched the football.
Unexpectedly, as if unintentionally, he kicked a shot with an erratic line and a tricky angle. The football went straight to the back corner, which was almost like hitting a dead end.
Sure enough, children who love to laugh will not have bad luck.
Thinking of this, the smile on Hu Lai's face became brighter.
This smile fell in the eyes of the Uzbek players... They are no longer in the mood to study the meaning behind Hulay's smile!
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Whether it was in the stands of the Workers' Stadium or on the Internet, Hu Lai's goal made many Chinese fans' hanging hearts fall back into their stomachs.
Everyone knows that a one-goal lead is not safe, and they also know that the Chinese team must score more goals. So from the beginning of the second half, I was worried that the Chinese team would be unable to break through Uzbekistan's goal. In the end, it lost patience and allowed Uzbekistan to steal one with a counterattack. Even if Uzbekistan lost the game in the end, as long as they had an away goal, they would win. It's like winning half the battle.
Looking at Uzbekistan's intensive defense, everyone was worried.
I don’t know how the Chinese team will break through Uzbekistan’s intensive defense.
As a result, sixteen minutes into the second half, the Chinese team once again scored the opponent's goal through Hu Lai!
Uzbekistan's intensive defense in front of him doesn't seem so impregnable anymore...
A two-goal lead gives Chinese fans a greater sense of security. Many Chinese fans are already thinking about the final battle with Paraguay.
This time, it looks like they are really going to see the World Cup.
In front of the TV, Wang Yuan turned to look at her husband and asked softly: "Do you feel a little regretful?"
Qin Lin shook his head: "I have no regrets, but I'm glad."
"What are you thankful for?" The wife was puzzled.
"I'm glad these young people came out at this time. If they had been born in the same era as me, all their talents would have been buried and wasted." Qin Lin glanced at his son Qin Qi, who was sitting diagonally in front of him. . "Fortunately, they caught up with the good times."
Wang Yuan followed his gaze and looked at her son, and instantly understood what her husband wanted to express.
It's indeed something to be thankful for.
Whether it is Hu Lai, Chen Xingyi, Luo Kai, or his own child Xiaoqi, they are all in a good era.
Most of my husband's career coincided with the darkest years of Chinese football.
But now the darkness is gone and light shines on the earth.
"But I'm sorry." Wang Yuan said suddenly.
Qin Lin looked at her strangely: "What do you regret?"
"I don't regret that they are not in the same era as you. I am sorry that you are not in the same era as them. Old Qin, if only you were ten years younger..."
These words made Qin Lin feel a little confused.
He did have this thought sometimes - it would be great if I were ten years younger. My early thirties is still the golden age of my career. Fighting side by side with these young people, the Chinese team will not have to go through a series of trials like now. One play-off match after another to compete for tickets to the World Cup finals.
But he also knows that this kind of thinking is meaningless, so sometimes he will even deliberately not think like this. Just to avoid falling into unnecessary sadness, which will slow down your progress.
Let the past be in the past, and if there are regrets, just have them... It is precisely because of regrets that I have the motivation to move on.
The son who was watching the game heard the conversation between his parents and suddenly said: "Mom, I saw someone wrote this idea into a novel on the Internet!"
The couple were surprised: "Huh?"
"There is an online author named 'Lin Hai Tingtao' who wrote a novel, and the main character is dad." Qin Qi took advantage of the live broadcast of the game to enter a relatively calm stage, and introduced it to his parents eloquently. "The writer woke up the day after he retired and found that he was possessed by a young player with the same name as Anton Shining Star. He became teammates with Brother Hu, Brother Huan, Brother Wang, and Brother Xiaoyu... He has twenty The body is 20 years old, but he has the rich experience of a veteran. He started from scratch in the reserve team of Anton Shining Star... Now it has been updated to Dad, you were selected for the national team for the first time... The writing is very good, and many people are following it. Update..."
Qin Lin and his wife Wang Yuan were stunned.
He couldn't help but ask: "I became a young man after retiring? What about myself? I mean, am I not a coach? What if I meet me in Flash Star?"
The son spread his hands: "Lin Da said, you have traveled to a parallel time and space. Except for you, everything in that time and space is the same as ours, but there is no player named Qin Lin at all. It means you use this method It makes up for your regret, so that you can participate in the World Cup with Brother Hu and Brother Huan..."
Qin Lin thought about it and found that this setting was a bit...attractive.
He was about to ask his son what the name of this book was when he heard a chill in the voice of his wife next to him: "I asked you why your unit test scores have dropped recently...it turns out that you haven't studied hard all day long. Those messy novels are gone!”
Qin Qi also came to his senses, and waved his hands quickly: "No, Mom... just listen to my explanation! I didn't read it, I just listened to what my classmates told me. They all know that my dad is Qin Lin... just introduce it to me. I bought this book. How can I have time to read... I don’t like reading novels..."
"Didn't you read the novel? Then what's the reason for your decline in grades?" Wang Yuan stared at him with a scrutinizing look, "Could it be...puppy love?"
Qin Qi was shocked: "Mom, what are you talking nonsense about?"
Qin Lin coughed: "Okay, okay, let's continue watching the game!"
When he said this, the mother stopped making trouble for her son and just gave him a hard look.
Qin Qi escaped death and felt relieved in his heart. He sat quietly on the chair and watched the game without saying a word, for fear of drawing his mother's hatred again.
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The episode that took place in the living room of a small villa in the distant Jincheng had nothing to do with the game being played at the Workers' Stadium in the capital.
After taking a two-goal lead, the Chinese team continued to attack.
Uzbekistan, already two goals behind, is in a dilemma:
Either continue to shrink the defense, hoping to stop the score at 2:0. In this way, although Uzbekistan lost the game and conceded two goals, it can avoid conceding more goals. After all, it is now obvious that the Chinese team's momentum has picked up. Uzbekistan, which has lost two goals, is not completely hopeless in returning home, but if it loses three goals, the game can end early.
Or just fight hard, attack, and try to score a goal. This will not only gain valuable away goals, but also reduce the point difference between the two sides to one goal. In the second round, Uzbekistan, which returns to its home court, will have more room to play.
Both options have pros and cons.
Head coach Rasulov must make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise as time goes by, the Uzbek players on the field will fall into confusion and not know what to do.
That's when it's most dangerous.
In the end, Rasulov made a choice - to shrink his defense and try to defend 0:2 and go home.
This is also because when he hesitated, the Chinese team's offensive became more and more fierce.
After taking a two-goal lead, the whole team was in good shape and confident, and with the cheers of the workers' sports fans, they played more and more energetically.
Uzbekistan's defense is under tremendous pressure.
If we continue to attack in this situation, we might lose another away goal before we get it...
This time Uzbekistan has shrunk even more completely, which is basically equivalent to putting a bus in front of the door.
In the end, they were able to hold on to the score until the end of the game.
"The game is over! The Chinese team defeated Uzbekistan 2:0 in the first round of the play-offs! A good start!"
He Feng raised his voice and said loudly amidst the cheers of the audience:
"In the process of competing for the play-offs with Paraguay, we currently have the first-mover advantage. However, this is a two-round game after all. From this game alone, we cannot draw the conclusion that we can definitely go further. I hope that the Chinese team will Guys, don't be arrogant or arrogant, don't be complacent, keep going! It's only half a mile, don't think about how far we are from the World Cup, treat every step as the first step!"
"We will see you in Tashkent on October 14th in five days!" (End of this chapter)