"August 18th, sunny." Feng Qing carefully recorded the treatment notes in the notebook. "The patient's physical indicators were good, the recovery and treatment progressed smoothly, and his mentality was calm. Now the treatment has entered the later stage. On the basis of drug smoke, the patient has no adverse reactions, and everything is normal. With the active cooperation of the patient, the patient is expected to be in..." Feng Qing looked up and thought for a while, then took a pen and wrote on the notebook. "... Return to the stadium at the end of October."

After writing today's notes, Feng Qing decided to go to Zhang Jun's house to sit. Zhang Jun said that there was a match between the National Olympic Team today, and the Dutch TV station broadcast it live. It was not broadcast in the first two games, which made Zhang Jun very regretful, and Feng Qing also felt very sorry. There was nothing wrong today, and it happened to be watching the game.

When he arrived at Zhang Jun's house, it seemed that it was almost started. Zhang Jun asked Feng Qing to sit down, and then asked Sophie to get him a can of iced beer. Zhang Jun did not drink alcohol, and the Heineken beer in the refrigerator was prepared for Feng Qing.

Feng Qing took Sophie's wine, opened it with a bang, took a sip, and then wiped his mouth: "Ah--it's so good!"

At this time, Zhang Jun had already turned his attention to the TV.

"I'm very lucky that the Netherlands will broadcast China's game." Feng Qing looked at the starting list of both sides that were playing on TV. Yang Pan's name was clearly included in it.

"Well, maybe it's because Yang Pan played football in the Netherlands."

Players from both sides appeared, and the Chinese team was the captain Yang Pan. He held his head high and wore the captain's armband and walked in the front of the team. Following him were goalkeeper Sima Hongxin, central defender Liu Peng, Li Suisheng, and midfielder Li Yongle... familiar faces flashed in front of the camera.

The commentator of Dutch TV is introducing the Chinese Olympic team's lineup to the audience. When it was Yang Pan's turn, he specifically said: "Yang Pan No. 7, who played for Warrendam, the Netherlands Super League, was the best assist of the season. He has joined AC Milan now. But unfortunately, his partner Zhang Jun missed this Olympics due to injury."

Feng Qing glanced at Zhang Jun at this time, wanting to see what changes his expression would have. But unfortunately, Zhang Jun always smiled and could not see what he was thinking in his heart.

After Sophie finished her work, she sat next to Zhang Jun. There were outsiders who were much more honest with the couple. Sophie knew very well that Zhang Jun actually wanted to participate in the Olympics in his heart. She appeared on the Olympics field in the first phase and fought side by side with Yang Pan and Li Yongle. Otherwise, he would not have said that to Yang Pan.

But now he can only do restoration treatment in this Dutch town that is almost forgotten by the Chinese. According to Brother Feng’s advice, he will do it step by step. In this case, he can only bury the desire deep in his heart, and then quietly wait for the opportunity that can make him explode.

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Yang Pan stood on the right side of the court, moving his body and waiting for the kickoff.

Even though you lose this game and then get second in the group, you can no longer run to Athens in the quarterfinals, and stay in Thessalonika, saving you the trouble of running around. And if you enter the semi-finals, you may also avoid encountering Argentina, the favorite to win the Group C championship.

But Qiu Suhui had already said before the game: "Victory is our goal."

After the game started, careful people have found that the Chinese team is somewhat different from the previous two games.

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"They seem a little inattentive..." Zhang Jun murmured as he watched the TV.

"Did you see it?" Feng Qing turned his head and asked Zhang Jun.

"Well, maybe they're qualifying in advance to make them think too much in their minds." Zhang Jun said with his chin. In fact, this is normal. No one can stay calm in the face of such a wonderful future.

Zhang Jun and Sophie have been online these days and learned that in China, it is said that many companies have begun to contact the national Olympic team members, invite them to shoot advertisements and endorsements. Success on the court will inevitably bring economic benefits, but the sudden money is the enemy of playing football. If you don’t grasp it well, it is normal to be distracted.

After the National Olympic Team advanced early, there was a lot of praise in China, but there was no benefit to those young people.

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When Mali No. 7 Ndiaye hit the crossbar with a single shot, Qiu Suhui could no longer sit still. He walked to the sidelines and shouted at the players on the field who were sleepwalking: "Pay attention to the level of defense! Be careful behind you, the opponent has successfully hit behind you continuously! Liu Peng, cheer me up and command the defense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mali cut off Lin Feng's ball in the midfield, then made a quick counterattack, and passed the ball again. Wang Yu flew to the shovel, but because he misjudged the distance between the football and him, he did not touch the ball, and watched the football slide past him.

Xiang Tao, caught off guard, did not expect Lin Feng and Wang Yu to make a mistake together, so he had no choice but to pounce on the ball to grab the ball. However, another striker of Mali, Kove, did not stop the ball, but directly passed the ball with a diagonal pass behind Xiang Tao, on the left side of the Chinese team's penalty area. It was at the junction between Xiang Tao and Li Suisheng, but no one is defending now!

The striker Ndiaye, who scored goals in the first two group matches, quickly started and inserted into the penalty area diagonally, and he caught up with the football!

"Oh..." Xiang Tao turned around and saw the opponent shoot with his right foot!

Sima Hongxin didn't expect the opponent to shoot as soon as he received the ball. He was about to save the ball and block the angle. When he saw the football flying over, he could no longer reach out to block it. He could only watch the football jump from his head into the upper corner of the goal!

GOOOOOAL!

The ball entered! The 23rd minute of the first half, Mali took the lead!

"This... the goal was scored, and the goal was Ndiaye, a striker who played for the Tunisian League CS Fascien. The Chinese team made a mistake and was caught by the opponent." Wang Jianxiang said helplessly. "The Chinese team performed a little abnormal from the beginning. Li Yongle, the core of the team, has not done anything so far. His performance directly affected the performance of the National Olympic Team's midfield. This goal was because the midfield lost control and was easily counterattacked by the opponent."

"Damn!" Qiu Suhui turned around and kicked in the coach's seat. Losing the ball was not worth being so angry for him, but he couldn't stand it. Before he could finish his words, he let the opponent score a goal there. What's this? He took all his pre-game advice all in his ears.

Good organizational ability, flexible personal skills, good at middle-level matching. They have forgotten all these characteristics of Mali!

But Qiu Suhui, who was angry, sat back on the coach's seat, which surprised Hu Li: "Don't you say something? They don't know what to do in the current situation."

"No matter what they are." Qiu Suhui snorted. "There is now a situation that is caused by themselves, and it is just for testing them. See what they will behave in this situation."

"..." Hu Li thought Qiu Suhui was still angry with those boys. "What if he really lost?"

"Lost? Humph! It's just right, at worst, we can be the second in the group. We stayed here to play and avoid Argentina! How great, ha!" Qiu Suhui said in a bad voice.

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"Hey! Who is responsible for that No. 7?" Xiang Tao was asking his teammate loudly, "How can he easily run to that place?"

Li Suisheng stood up and said, "You mean me?"

Xiang Tao stared at the tall Li Suisheng without showing any weakness: "That's right! What were you thinking just now? I'll go up and steal, why don't you come to make up for the seat?"

"Tsk! You are too reckless and don't pounce on the other party and at most pass and transfer."

"My God! What did you say?"

"Stop quarrel!" Li Yongle quickly pulled Xiang Tao away, "It's useless to lose the ball, it's useless to make noise! ​​It's all my fault, I..."

"Yes, you are not in shape today." Xiang Tao pointed his finger at Li Yongle again, "You are responsible for losing control in the midfield? What are you thinking? Why is it so different from the previous two games? Ah?" Xiang Tao looked around everyone, and the people he was staring at him lowered their heads with embarrassment.

Yang Pan walked up to pat Xiang Tao: "Okay, don't waste time here. I'm just one ball behind! We still have time. OK! Let's take your place!" He clamped Xiang Tao with his hand and dragged him to the left back position.

"The Chinese team seems to have had some small disputes." Wang Jianxiang frowned and said, "It can be understood how he felt after conceding the goal, but no matter what, we should not blame his teammates. Xiang Tao is still too impulsive!"

The Chinese team served and the game started again. The Mali team took the lead first, with strong morale, and they frequently used offside traps, which made the Chinese team's offense come back in vain. During this period, the National Olympic Team has been very passive. Qiu Suhui refused to speak anymore, sitting on the chair with his legs crossed. No one knew what he thought. In this way, the National Olympic Team, without the coach's instructions, was a little at a loss on the court.

Yang Pan tried hard to tie the score, so he tried to shoot from a long time and walked towards the middle, which actually squeezed Lin Feng's position away. The two of them were squeezed in the middle, and it became very difficult for Li Yongle to pass the ball or dribble the ball forward.

"It's a mess, a mess." The head coach Mali shook his head and murmured as he looked at the court. He didn't understand why the situation in the Chinese team was so bad. As the head coach, he didn't say anything. Is it because he was really in trouble, or is there any other reason?

No matter! Take this opportunity to score more goals and further widen the gap. Thinking of this, he stood up and whistled on the field, which was a signal to strengthen the attack.

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Yang Pan was once again surrounded by two opponent's defense players. In three games, he would receive such special treatment from the other party every game, which really made him very unhappy. This time, the two of them stuck him in the middle and he couldn't even increase his speed.

"Fuck! Two more people! I'm just a right forward, why are you staring at me?" Yang Pan cursed in his heart.

If he was not careful, his ball was cut off! The defender was Hisoko in Mali, who had experienced offensive and defensive coordination skills. He played for Valencia in La Liga and was very strong. It was normal for Yang Pan to be intercepted by him under the attack of two people, but Yang Pan was unwilling to accept it, so he turned around and chased Hisoko.

In terms of speed, Xissoko is no match for Yang Pan, and in a flash he is caught up by Yang Pan.

Yang Pan's defensive ability is not weak, and Mazoni in Serie A almost treats him as an all-rounder on the right, so stealing is not difficult for him. He leans on Sisoko with his body, and then his shoulders keep thrusting towards the opponent, making the opponent unable to maintain balance and then wait for an opportunity to intercept the ball.

Under Yang Pan's continuous "harassment", Xissoko's pace was indeed chaotic and the dribbling was a bit unstable.

"Good opportunity!" Yang Pan saw the right time and suddenly stepped down and intercepted the ball.

"Yang Pan cut the ball with a beautiful tackle! Ah, but..."

Xisoko did not fall, he just staggered a little. Soon, he stretched out his long legs, but hooked the ball under Yang Pan's feet back! At this time, Yang Pan had already fallen on the turf and could no longer perform a second stub. He could only watch the opponent throw away himself and pass the ball.

It was Ndiaye again. After receiving the pass from Sisoko, he suddenly shot from a long shot!

Li Yongle thought he would adjust, but he didn't expect that the opponent shot directly after receiving the ball! He stretched his long legs forward and did not stop the shot!

Sima Hongxin was blocked by Liu Peng in front of him. When he found out that Endiaye was shooting directly, it was too late. Moreover, Endiaye shot the ball with a tricky angle, and flew over with Sima Hongxin's hand, then hit the inside of the goal post and bounced into the net.

Go in again?

GOOOOOOOOOAL!!

The Chinese team actually conceded another goal!

More than a thousand Chinese fans who came to cheer in the stands were silent, and the Chinese fans who were guarding the TV were also silent. Why is this national Olympic team so different from the national Olympic team in front?

The TV camera was aimed at Qiu Suhui again, but he was still sitting upright in the chair, neither panic nor angry.

But coach Mali became panicked, and the Chinese coach became more and more mysterious. What the hell is the Chinese team doing?

This time, the Chinese players were not even in awe of criticizing each other because they also discovered Qiu Suhui's abnormality. The coach must have been angry, otherwise why didn't he say a word? They guessed in fear.

Hu Li looked at Qiu Suhui again: "I have lost two goals in a row. Don't you say anything?"

Qiu Suhui replied expressionlessly: "We'll have an intermission break soon, let's talk about it then." But he was so angry that he was already very angry. These little bastards! Are you suffering now?

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Conceded two goals in a row, coupled with the head coach's "inaction", the Chinese team suffered a considerable blow. In the remaining five minutes of the first half, Mali was beaten to the point of parrying and no power to fight back.

The Chinese team, which won two games in two games, was so embarrassed that it made people suspect that the National Olympic team played counterfeit ball and helped Mali, who had won and tied, qualify from Group A.

Just as this speculation gradually spread in the audience's hearts, the referee blew the whistle to the end of the first half.

By the end of the first half, the Chinese team was actually behind Mali 0:2, which was definitely something no one expected before the game.

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Qiu Suhui was slamming the table in the locker room: "What are your minds? Is it a ball of mud? What is that on the court? Sleepwalking! I tell you that you are on the court now, not in the fuck studio! Clean up all the messy thoughts in your mind for me!"

The first time I saw Qiu Zhifa, who always smiled and always liked to joke, was so angry that even Xiang Tao, who was the most unscrupulous, had to lower his head and dare not let out a sip.

Even Hu Li was scared by Qiu Suhui. Unexpectedly, Qiu Suhui, who rarely gets angry, is so terrible to get angry.

In fact, Qiu Suhui himself was not as angry as he showed. He just took advantage of the problem and made these confused bastards sober, and also gave them an unforgettable lesson. So if they didn't show more intensely, these kids might forget it if they turned around.

"How is it? How does it feel to be two goals in the first half?" Qiu Suhui stared at a group of players who bowed their heads and confessed, "Speak! Why are you mute? Didn't you still argue fiercely when you lost the first ball? Are you very quarreling? Talk! Why are you lowering your head? You did something wrong? Why are you lowering your head? Xiang Tao!" Qiu Suhui called out directly.

Xiang Tao stood up from the chair like a conditioned condition.

Someone observed a moment of silence for Xiang Tao in his heart.
To be continued...