But Zhang Jun doesn't think so, so what if he has a corner kick? The best chance is gone. Zhang Jun tsk his mouth, his face helplessness, and his face is lost.

At this time, the referee signaled to wait for a corner kick and substitution on the sidelines.

The Chinese team requested a substitution, Zhang Jun, No. 11, and Zhao Pengyu, No. 21.

Zhang Jun turned his back to the sidelines and did not see the sign in the fourth official's hand. He didn't know that he would be replaced. He knew that Wu Shangshan came to pull him up and then he realized that he was turning to the sidelines. Zhao Pengyu stood next to the fourth official, looking eager to try.

He looked back at the goal, and then ran out of the field with some reluctance.

You have to hurry up and get one goal behind.

When he arrived at the sidelines, he quickly slapped Zhao Pengyu and walked back to the bench. Qiu Suhui grabbed him: "It's a good job, but I know you're definitely not satisfied. But we need a rest now, and I won't give you so much rest time for the rest of the game."

Zhang Jun understood Qiu Zhi's intention. Although he could not score another goal, it would be better to retain some strength now in the long run.

The applause from Chinese fans to Zhang Jun lasted for a long time before stopping. They didn't care about how Zhang Jun performed overall in this game, nor did they care about how Zhang Jun ranked fifth in the team in statistics. They were only excited about Zhang Jun's goal scored. That goal was enough to make up for his lack of excellence at other times.

This is the forward.

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Although the Chinese team replaced a forward, they didn't just surrender. Qiu Suhui took down one, but added a midfielder. Qiu Suhui still wanted to maintain a certain degree of balance on the court.

Replacing Zhang Jun is just a retreat, not a escaping.

So the young men of the Chinese team continued to get entangled with the Brazilian team on the court. If they were not as good as others, they would use fighting spirit and running to tackle and make up for it.

In the past, there were Chinese fans who always said disdainfully after the Chinese team won the thrilling victory: "The skills are not as good as others, and winning is also luck, and there is nothing to be happy about."

Little do they know that for teams with weak strength, letting them win by relying on skills is a behavior of standing and talking without a back pain. It is not embarrassing to win by fighting hard.

However, the current situation is that it is ugly for the Chinese team to use fighting spirit to ensure that they will not lose. Now the situation is not many people who still expect them to win.

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"Hold on! There are five minutes left!!" Anko pressed Adriano's long shot firmly under him, and stood up and waved his fists to his teammates to cheer them up.

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"Stay on the people! Prevent them from passing the ball behind them!" Yang Pan shoveled Kaka's straight pass out of the sideline. He was originally on the right, but now he has to run to the left to defend. Sometimes, he is more like a captain on the field than Zheng Jun.

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"..." Li Yongle shoveled Ze Roberto from the side without saying a word. The referee did not whistle, which made Ze Roberto very angry, but who could he blame? Although Li Yongle's tackle was fierce, it was absolutely clean.

Later, Pereira replaced Ronaldo, but judging from Ronaldo's expression, he was a little dissatisfied with not letting him play all over the game. Pereira didn't care about him. He was an iron-fisted coach who temporarily removed Ronaldo from the national team before last year's Federation Cup because he was unwilling to participate in the idiot Federation Cup.

In the remaining time, the Brazilian team deliberately slowed down the pace, and it can be seen that they were very satisfied with the opening game being able to score three points. The Chinese team was also unable to threaten Brazil's goal anymore. Although they were behind in the score, they played a good game. They should be proud of their performance and not be ashamed.

Merck was looking at the watch. Three minutes of injury time had passed. He would blew the whistle at the end of the game at any time. Brazilian fans had already started to jump up the changed samba in the stands, and Chinese fans were not as depressed as outsiders imagined. They were also very happy. Although they lost the ball, they saw a vibrant Chinese team, which was the biggest gain of this game.

At the last moment, the Brazilian team controlled the ball in its half and stopped allowing the prequel. Everyone was waiting for the game to end. Zhang Jun also stood up from the bench. He had temporarily forgotten the unhappiness of losing the game and thought about how to exchange jerseys with those superstars. Speaking of which, he was just a fan who played better than ordinary people.

"The referee Merck whistle sounded and the whole game ended! The Chinese team ended their first game like this! In addition to the score, considering their opponents, they performed not badly. I think this game should be considered a good start for their next two games, and they have shown confidence. Let us wish them good luck in the World Cup!"

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Zhang Jun wanted to exchange jerseys with Ronaldinho, but Kaka was pulled on the way: "Come on, let's exchange jerseys."

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes. He didn't want Kaka's jersey at all, because he could get it at any time if he wanted it. But he was pulled over and in front of so many reporters, he felt embarrassed to joke with Kaka.

He took off his jersey, handed it to Kaka, took over Kaka's jersey, and then threw it on his shoulder. He had just planned to say a few more words to Kaka, but he was surrounded by reporters.

"Zhang Jun, talk about your feelings! You scored the first goal of the Chinese team in the history of the World Cup!" The microphone ignoring the mic to his mouth, hoping to hear the hero's heroic speech.

Zhang Jun glanced at the enthusiastic media, but was not infected by their enthusiasm. He said coldly: "I would rather not score a goal, but the team won." This was an answer that made the reporters feel relaxed, but Zhang Jun's real idea now.

He was really excited and excited when scoring the goal. However, after the game, the idea of ​​winning completely took the lead. Few strikers said selfishly: "Although the team lost the ball, I'm very happy that I scored the ball."

After saying that, Zhang Jun ignored the reporters and walked back to the locker room alone, leaving only a vague back for the group of journalists who were confused. Of course, on the sidelines, he did not forget to say hello to the fans.

When Li Yan saw this scene in the press room, he shook his head helplessly. In this game, there were countless news to dig in one goal, but Zhang Jun's approach reduced these news by half. No wonder every time he had something wrong, domestic media always refuted him.

How long will his uncooperation attitude with the media last?

He is a hero in the eyes of fans, but he does not please the media. Who makes him not know how to deliberately please people?

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Although he lost the ball, Zhang Jun still received congratulations from his teammates after returning to the hotel. Even the German waiter in the hotel gave him a thumbs up. He then smiled. Qiu Zhi said it well in the locker room. They played well, and they scored a goal, which won the praise of the whole game. What's the regret? Their strength could not win Brazil. What's more important than this game is the remaining two games, which is the real decision of life and death. So we must adjust our mentality and prepare for the second round of the group stage on June 19th. Their opponent just lost 0:2 to Senegal, Ukraine.

For two teams that lost in the first round, if they want to ensure hope of qualifying, they must win the opponent. It is indeed a tough battle.

The training content on the next day was very easy. Because the game had just finished playing, the content arranged was mainly about recovery. From the coaching staff to the players, they all looked relaxed, and even the reporters on the sidelines received special treatment for the full-time interview.

Today, there are more than twice as many fans at the training ground than before. Not only Chinese fans, but also some German fans, all of whom are from Dortmund, and they all come to support Anke.

The fans are very enthusiastic and have to send security guards to maintain order in the training ground, ensuring that the players' safety and training are not disturbed.

Qiu Suhui didn't care about this. After he arranged the training content, he pulled Hu Li to the side to study the tactical arrangements for fighting Senegal.

Zhang Jun, who scored a goal, became a hero for the fans. Female fans kept screaming and shouting his name. Even if he glanced at it, he would almost dizzy happily.

Li Yan teased Sophie who was working around him: "Are you jealous?"

Sophie didn't leave the camera and smiled and said, "There's nothing to be jealous. How long have we known each other? This kind of thing is normal for him."

Li Yan tsk his mouth: "This tone sounds like an old couple." He felt a little sad because he was thirty years old and didn't even have a wife. He stayed in Europe every day and ran around, so how could he have time to talk about marriage?

Sophie blushed, but she immediately found a way to fight back: "I think Brother Li is jealous, right?"

This time it really touched Li Yan's pain point. He coughed twice and turned his eyes back to the training ground.

Zhang Jun has a good backing! He sighed in his heart.

Looking at the happy smiles shown by Chinese players on the training ground, they will definitely be able to perform better in the game against Senegal. Li Yan firmly believes.

Because how long has it been since Chinese football not such a confident smile?

Li Yan knew that this smile was short, but there was always better than nothing. Even if it was short, he still had to cheer for this national team three times.

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Most Chinese fans still have the impression of Senegal in the 2002 South Korea-Japan World Cup. In fact, this is true. As a former dark horse, they did not achieve any outstanding results afterwards. Many of the former stars in the team are no longer well-known.

Diouf, who has a little influence, can only hang out with second-rate teams in the Premier League. The players who often heard the names at the time no longer know where they are.

The information about Senegal of the Chinese team is as pitiful as fans' knowledge, and it has not been updated for a long time. This has caused some difficulty to Qiu Suhui's work.

Diov will still be the main striker of the team, but apart from his fast speed, he has nothing left. Frequent injuries and fewer playing in the club have made him lose his courage as before. Poba Diop, the biggest contributor to Senegal's entry into the quarterfinals in 2002, was the Vieira, who was known as "Senegal" at the time.

Fadiga, who once played for Inter Milan, had a heart problem. Even if he installed an automatic defibrillator, he still had a big forward line.

As for most other players, they are no longer the same as before compared to the previous World Cup.

But Qiu Suhui still dared not underestimate Senegal because he understood that any team that can enter the World Cup finals will not be weak.

"Old Hu, do you think we will attack or defend against each other in the next game?"

"It depends on the situation..." Hu Li was still reading the poor intelligence information of the Senegalese young man.

"Don't look at the situation. We need to set a tone now so that the players know what to do and what to do."

Hu Li raised his head, looked at Qiu Suhui, and then said, "Attack."

"You think so?"

"Hmm." Hu Li nodded, "I have confidence in our attack power."

"But this will allow Senegal to play against the defensive counterattack, and their forward speed is not weak."

"It doesn't matter, our Chinese team is not short of fast people. And Diouf is no longer the Diouf from four years ago."

Qiu Suhui smiled: "Then let me listen to you, attack! We still have about eight days left, which is enough for them to train."

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"Qiu Zhi asked us to attack with all our strength... Do we have to fight Senegal with all our strength?" Zhang Jun lay on the bed and said to Yang Pan, who was in the same room. In the tactical class that just ended, Qiu Suhui conveyed the idea of ​​attacking Senegal with all our strength to attack Senegal to them.

"Whatever it is, we must win this game anyway." Yang Pan took out the football magazine he bought before the World Cup. "I care more about the game with him." He pointed to the photo of Ukrainian captain Andrei Shepchenko.

Zhang Jun got up and looked at it, then lay down again: "Yes, Sheva also told me that he was looking forward to our game."

"If we win Senegal, then the game with them will be the key to deciding who can qualify." Yang Pan said, looking at Shepchenko's front avatar, "It will definitely be interesting at that time."

"It's too early to think about this issue now. Let's prepare carefully for the match against Senegal in eight days."

"Eight days left? This is such a long rest time." Yang Pan stretched his waist.

"You'll soon be short."

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Xiang Tao yawned in an exaggerated way: "Why do life pass so quickly? Oh my God! It passed in the blink of an eye..."

Tomorrow is the match against Senegal. Xiang Tao only feels that his preparations are not sufficient, but some people don’t think so.

"Match! Tomorrow is the game! I can't wait!" An Ke shouted with his teeth and claws, "We must hurt Senegal!"

"Okay, An Ke, you get off the chair first." Qiu Suhui pushed the door and saw the most arrogant person in the team standing on the chair and shouting.

Everyone laughed. On the eve of this competition, they showed a rare relaxation.

After An Ke sat down embarrassedly, Qiu Suhui put the information in his hand on the table and said to everyone: "Tomorrow will be a match against Senegal, which is a very critical game. Do you still remember what I said to you?"
To be continued...