"Sighters, it's 6:00 p.m. Beijing time. What you just saw was the bus of the Chinese Olympic team entering the stadium. They will face the Syrian Olympic team here. The Athens Olympic Football Qualifiers postponed due to SARS will start again today! The Chinese team must defeat Syria to qualify for the top 12 matches. For the new coach and new players, what answers will they bring to us?"

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"Ahhh! The first big test!" Xiang Tao shouted at the enthusiastic fans sitting in the stands.

Li Suisheng, who was beside him, tidied up his jersey alone with expressionless face. "Hey, are you really not nervous?" Xiang Tao touched Li Suisheng.

"It doesn't seem to require nervousness in this kind of game." Li Suisheng was hit by Gu Qi behind him before he finished speaking. "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Li Jie apologized while retreating, but he was not afraid of stepping on Wang Yu's foot. "Hey! Be careful!"

Xiang Tao sighed as he looked at his teammates in chaos.

At this time, Qiu Suhui was slapping the chest to Chen Wei, who came to supervise the battle: "The team has no problems, we can definitely win Syria!"

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"Good evening, everyone, everyone! What you see now is the appearance list of the Chinese National Olympic Team. The National Olympic Team adopts a 442 diamond standing formation. The goalkeeper is No. 1 Sima Hongxin, the four defenders are No. 2 Wang Liang, No. 5 Liu Peng, No. 6 Li Susheng, No. 3 Xiang Tao. The back midfielder is No. 14 Wang Yu, the front midfielder is No. 10 Lin Feng. The left forward guard No. 8 Zhao Pengyu, and the right forward No. 21 Zheng Chuan. The two forwards are No. 9 Li Jie and No. 11 Hu Bin. Perhaps the audience is still unfamiliar with these names, but after this game, they will definitely be familiar to us. As a legendary figure of Chinese football in the 1980s, what changes did the National Olympic Team bring to the National Olympic Team after returning from studying in the Netherlands?"

"The next is the Syrian Olympic team's appearance list..."

"Wow! I really don't know any of them!" Someone called out in the cafeteria of R University. "The Chinese Football Association is really courageous. I find a bunch of newcomers and then a new coach will lead it. Do you think you can enter the Olympics?"

"The super platinum generation has been disbanded, so what should we call these people?"

"Brain Platinum Generation."

"Wow! It's so appropriate!"

Li Yongle sat in the front, looked up at the TV, turning a deaf ear to the discussion around him. He first wore a jersey with the Chinese flag, and now it was Liu Peng and the others. However, the attention he received was far less than that of Liu Peng's national Olympic team. After the transfer storm, Zhang Jun was in the Netherlands. Liu Peng and the others were about to start the attack once every four years. What about himself? After returning from South Korea, he was injured for two weeks and led R University to win the championship trophy of the major leagues in Chengdu. After that, he was still an ordinary college student, sitting in front of the TV watching others' performances.

"The referee from India blew a whistle and the game began!"

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The referee blew a whistle and awarded Syria a free kick in the frontcourt. The Syrian player just dribbled the ball and passed Zhao Pengyu, who was stiff due to nervousness, but he was tackled from the back by Xiang Tao, who was chasing back at high speed.

Xiang Tao, who jumped from the ground, ignored the referee's whistle at all. He shouted to Zhao Pengyu: "Xiaoyu! Take it easy, I will be sent off when you always do this, idiot! Did the paper man who was stabbed yesterday get the effect?"

Zhao Pengyu pointed his thumb to the next: "You have to care!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the referee signaling a stretcher to go on the field. Then, as soon as the injured player got off the field, he saw the fourth official on the sidelines holding up a sign indicating Syria's substitution. The one who replaced the player who had just been put on by Xiang Tao.

"It seems to have worked..."

The game was just fourteen minutes into the beginning, and due to an accidental injury, Syria's tactical arrangement was completely disrupted. Xiang Tao's fierce tackle became the turning point of the game.

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"...Shot, the ball is in!! Li Jie, No. 9! This is the first goal he scored for the National Olympic Team at the age of 20!"

Li Jie turned around and looked at the football in the goal, confirming that the rush to the top just now had really entered, and then ran to the coach's seat excitedly. There, Qiu Suhui had already jumped up.

"Wow! Don't forget my wonderful assist!" Zhao Pengyu shouted and pulled Li Jie in front of the coach's seat, and then the two of them were immediately pressed under the excited teammates.

"The 20-year-old Zhao Pengyu from Beijing was just now, and he relied on his speed to break through two opponents' defense players on the left, and then successfully crossed and assisted Li Jie, who was 1.88 meters tall, to score the first goal!"

The Chinese fans in the stands cheered. No one thought before the game how good these young children would perform, but they gave everyone a big surprise.

"In the 32nd minute of the first half, Li Jie's goal from No. 9 made the Chinese team ahead of the Syrian National Olympic Team! It's so beautiful!!"

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"So beautiful!" Li Jie was still recalling his goal in the first half. "Player A's cross, No. 9 Li Jie jumped high and rushed to the top with a powerful rush! The ball was in! The ball was in!!"

"Hey, who is the 'Player A'?" Zhao Pengyu was unhappy.

"Haha, just kidding. Your breakthrough cross is very beautiful! It seems that you have worked very hard these days!" Li Jie patted Zhao Pengyu on the shoulder, and he was in a good mood after scoring the goal.

"Hey! Don't forget me!" Xiang Tao took off his sneakers and let his feet breathe. "If I hadn't shoveled down the opponent's main right guard first, Xiaoyu, would you have the chance to easily break through the cross?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at Xiang Tao, and then shouted at Zhao Pengyu, "Yes, yes! Xiaoyu's breakthrough cross is simply a nightmare for the opponent's defender!"

"Hmph!" Xiang Tao snorted and sat helplessly on the chair to rest.

"It seems that the paper man I pricked last night worked." Li Suisheng sat next to Xiang Tao. "I heard from Xiaoyu that when he was pricking the right back, he pricked his left leg. And you..." He pointed to Xiang Tao, "... the one who was hurt was exactly his left leg."

“…It’s a coincidence?”

"Well, I should have burned all the paper people last night, so that it would be easier today." Li Suisheng touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

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At the beginning of the second half, Syria, who was unwilling to fail, organized several threatening attacks in the backcourt of the Chinese team. At this time, the defense line led by Liu Peng finally had the opportunity to show itself.

With a powerful header, Liu Peng pushed the opponent's cross out for the second time. In terms of fighting for air supremacy, Syria is not the opponent of Liu Peng, who is 1.88 meters tall and Li Suisheng, who is 1.87 meters tall. Even so, Syria has few effective crosses. Needless to say, Xiang Tao's fierce defense on the left, Syria's offense on the left also encountered great resistance. Compared with Xiang Tao, who likes assists, right back Wang Liang pays more attention to defense. His frontal interception ability and accurate turning positioning skills have made the opponent's offensive players come back again and again.

In addition to the silent giant behind the defenders, Syria cannot take any advantage. Although the defenders performed well, as the captain, Liu Peng did not want to be so busy. He cut off the opponent's breakthrough again and handed the ball to Wang Yu: "Suppress them with offense, don't always let them attack. We will set the defense line forward, as Qiu Touer said before the game."

Wang Yu nodded: "Okay." He did not turn around and lead forward, but directly assigned to the left road.

"Xiaoyu, open the way for me!" Xiang Tao inserted at high speed, while Zhao Pengyu cut in the inside, pulling Syria's midfield defense. Xiang Tao took the opportunity to dribble the ball along the side road at high speed!

Xiang Tao, a full-back like Xiang Tao, dribbling the ball and assisting, has been repeatedly emphasized by Qiu Suhui in daily training. You must be bold and pressed. Once Xiang Tao rushes, his teammates must give him enough support. Because such an offense is very important. If you play well, you can give the opponent a surprise attack, but if you don’t do it well, your team will immediately fall into a passive position.

However, this time, Xiang Tao did not rush to the bottom line in one breath like in training and then crossed. As soon as he passed through the midfield, he transferred the ball to the right side of the court, where Zheng Chuan was stepping forward.

Quickly transferring the ball from one side to the other during the offense is a feature of the Netherlands' all-off and defense football. This large-scale sudden transfer can effectively mobilize the opponent's defense and find a gap. Just now, it was because Xiang Tao suddenly stepped forward on the left, which caused Syria to move the center of defense to this side. There was a huge space on the right, and Zheng Chuan's insertion was just taking advantage of this space.

To put it bluntly, football is a movement that creates and makes full use of space and time. Qiu Suhui has said this to his players more than once.

Zheng Chuan beautifully removed the ball and then swung his foot... He did not make a cross, but dunked the full-back who rushed to block it, and then inserted the diagonal line into the ribs of the penalty area!

He wants to break through!

Two Syrian players came to block the ball, but Zheng Chuan did not continue to drill in, but directly passed the ball to his diagonal back.

Wang Yu appeared in the direction of the ball. Syria's defense has been disrupted by the few moves just now. The back midfielder lost its position and no one guarded Wang Yu! Wang Yu adjusted his right foot slightly and then started to hit him!

The football rolled quickly into the lower left corner of the goal, and the goalkeeper was beyond the reach!

2:0! The Chinese team expanded the score!

Wang Yu hugged Zheng Chuan, who assisted him, and the other players quickly surrounded the two of them. The ball was so exciting!

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The stands were boiling! A newly formed national Olympic team actually led the Syrian national Olympic team 2:0! This is something that few people could have imagined before the game, but they really did it!

Chen Wei sat on the rostrum and watched the National Olympic Team hugging them. Maybe they could really create miracles, maybe they could really let us see hope. He said to himself in his heart. In just over two months, he turned a group of scattered soldiers into such a combat-capable team, and Qiu Suhui's ability was proven again.

In this game, the Chinese team finally won the Syrian National Olympic Team, which said they would score all three points before the game, giving the Chinese people a hope of entering Athens. However, when the Syrian National Olympic Team left Kunming, their head coach Shamas said to Chinese reporters very unwillingly: "Don't be too happy too early. Leading two goals does not mean anything. We have the ability to turn the tables at home!"

Many people ridiculed Shamas for talking big, but did not see the firm light in his eyes.

"The game will be the final battle in seven days!" Shamas pointed at the Chinese reporter and said affirmatively.

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The game will be the final battle seven days later...

Qiu Suhui stood on the sidelines and walked anxiously. "Press up! Make an offside!"

It only took seven days, and it seemed that they had put in a lot of effort. The Syrian Olympic team did not want to lose in front of their hometown elders. They suddenly exerted their strength. After 75 minutes of the game, they actually led 3:0! The three goals conceded were not a mistake by one person, but a performance of the team's misperforming performance.

The complete victory at home made the players a little relaxed and underestimated the opponent. After all, they were new players, and their ideas were too simple. They thought that the advantage of two goals at home was enough to allow the team to enter the next stage of the game. However, the Syrians who were forced into a desperate situation burst out with surprising energy. In just ten minutes of the first half, Xiang Tao was forced to foul in the penalty area and scored a penalty. Then when they scored the second and third balls, the players of the Chinese team who were overly relaxed wanted to be nervous but couldn't get nervous.

Time passed by minute by minute, but the Chinese team's offense was in a mess. Everyone seemed to have no idea what to do.

Qiu Suhui was a little scared. Shamas saw through his staffing and played defensive counterattack at his home court, which caught him off guard. Will the National Olympic Team stop here? He began to regret why he didn't summon Zhang Jun and Yang Pan back. At least there were two golden opportunities just now, Zhang Jun would never let go. 0:3 is like a huge burden, pressing on the hearts of the players, making them unable to even play half of their usual level.

At this time, it seems that someone can calm down is needed, but see who can handle this task by the players on the field?

Xiang Tao rushed over with his hands and feet and blocked the ball with his body, but he still spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground. Why did the opponent become so powerful after only seven days? How to fight?

0:3 behind. If the score is maintained until the end of the game, you will be eliminated. But is there any good way? As long as you score one goal, we can win.

Syria's out-of-bounds ball was sent, and Zhao Pengyu was pressing closely, but the opponent obviously had an advantage in experience. They kicked the ball on Zhao Pengyu's feet and popped out of the field again. He started to delay time so early, and Xiang Tao was furious in his heart.

"Xiaoyu, don't go up and force them!"

Zhao Pengyu was stunned and asked the opponent to throw out the out-of-bounds ball smoothly. He took the player to adjust the direction. When he was about to pass it comfortably, Xiang Tao rushed up and stabbed the ball with a front tackle. "Tortoise son!"

The Syrian players also fell into the penalty area at the same time.

Zhu Qiang stood up from the bench and if the referee gave a penalty, it would be over!

Other Syrian players also signaled to the referee that Xiang Tao's move was a foul. However, the referee ignored it and turned around and ran backward. The Syrian players did not bother too much, after all, they were leading by three goals.

At this time, Xiang Tao, who had cut the ball, rushed up by himself, and was running towards the Syrian half.

When Wang Yu saw this posture, he knew that Xiang Tao was coming again! He hurriedly ran to cover him.

"Xiang Tao dribbled the ball by himself! He was very fast! The Chinese team counterattacked, he was dribbled, he was still carrying! He was still carrying! A Syrian player rushed up, but was squeezed away by Xiang Tao! Xiang Tao continued to dribbled the ball, and he was amazing!"

Seeing that Xiang Tao was getting closer and closer to the opponent's defense line, he no longer hesitated and raised his foot and shot from a long distance where there were still twenty-five meters!

"The ball hit the opponent's defensive player's leg and flew out of the baseline! Xiang Tao's shot was too forced! Maybe it would be better to give Li Jie to the side. What a pity!" The commentator sighed heavily. In his opinion, Xiang Tao's breakthrough in front was very beautiful, but he chose to shoot in the end.

"The Chinese team won a corner kick, and it is now the 87th minute. Liu Peng rushed up, and Li Suisheng was also ambushed in the penalty area. There was Xiang Tao who just shot, and the Chinese team only left Wang Liang to stay in the half, almost all the way out!"

Lin Feng drove the corner kick, and Syria's penalty area was suddenly in chaos. In the chaos, a figure jumped high and rushed to the top with a powerful force!

"The ball is in!!" the commentator shouted, "1:3, the Chinese team scored a goal! A beautiful header! Look who it is... Xiang Tao! It is Xiang Tao! It is Xiang Tao! He scored his first goal in the National Olympic Team, which was such a critical goal!"
To be continued...