"Zhao Junzhe!"

"Zhao Junzhe!"

"Zhao Junzhe equalized the score!"

“2:2.”

"Before the first half was about to end, the Chinese team magically equalized the score. I thought the first half would end with a score of 1:2, but I didn't expect that Zheng Zhi turned decay into magic in the backcourt. After getting rid of the defense with three wins, he gave Zhao Junzhe an assist."

"Ah hahahaha, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. Zheng Zhi's pass is so beautiful."

"Let's take a look at the slow motion replay. Zheng Zhi was taking the ball, and Roshenbak and Edu were instantly double-teamed by Roshenbak and Edu on both sides. Zheng Zhi calmly poked the ball back and directly poked the ball behind Fabiano. This stab was quite knowledgeable, and directly blocked Roshenbak and Edu behind him. At that time, Fabiano didn't understand what Zheng Zhi was going to do. When he figured it out, Zheng Zhi had already run behind him and then gave an assist!"

"And this assist is simply a stroke of magic. Such a long distance is so accurate, both in vision and footwork are impeccable!"

"This is Zheng Zhi!"

"When I looked at Zhao Junzhe, when I saw Zheng Zhi breaking away from the defense, I immediately stepped behind Brazil's left-back Bilica, and cooperated with Zheng Zhi perfectly. He did not stop the ball, but seized the best opportunity to volley directly. Elton, who was standing in front of the goal, had no reaction at all."

Huang Jianxiang reviewed the entire process of scoring the goal, but he almost lost his mouth.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe!" Zhang Lu was left with only hehe.

The Sydney Arena instantly burst into deafening cheers, and more than 20,000 Chinese fans shouted, as if they could shake the entire stadium down. The red flag was waving, the cheers were thundering, and the goal was celebrating wildly.

Zhao Junzhe, who scored the goal, ran back frantically, and finally jumped on Zheng Zhi and roared with his fists. As a defensive midfielder, it is rare to have such a masterpiece of goals.

"Awesome!"

"Awesome!"

"Awesome!"

Qu Bo hugged Zhao Junzhe's back and shouted excitedly. His teammates rushed over and celebrated wildly.

This goal is really important. The Brazilian reversed the score shortly after, and the first half was about to end. Everyone's morale was actually very low, but Zhao Junzhe's goal quickly brought everyone's morale back, the score equalized, and the morale was resisted!

Even Horton and Zhu Guanghu on the sidelines hugged each other wildly, dancing, singing and dancing. This may be the most important goal they have ever led the team. They were not so excited when the Chinese team scored the first goal at the beginning, but this equalizer was too important, and their emotions must be even more excited. Maybe even they themselves did not expect to equalize the score so quickly, and they all thought about how to adjust during the half-time break and tie the score.

On the other side, Lucemberg's butt started to fight from the coach's seat before he could even sit in the hot spot. How long did Fabiano's goal give Brazil a lead? How many minutes he was happy? The score equalized!

Fark!

Damn Zheng!

Lusenberg glared at Zheng Zhi's back.

How did this kind of pass come out? How did he get rid of it and then send the ball to his teammates' feet?

Ahhhh~

Unreasonable...

In the live broadcast room of Brazil Sports Channel, Jike looked confused and his mouth was wide open, so he could stuff a fist in it.

Very speechless,

It's really speechless,

He didn't know what to say.

Just now, he was praising the Brazilian team for doing very well both offense and defense. The 2:1 score is the best reward for the Brazilian team, but in less than three minutes, the Chinese team actually tied the score!

Zheng Zhi, who he was despised, actually performed such a perfect performance?

This is really a crazy old face.

"This ball,"

"It was too unfair to throw it away."

"I'm pretty inattentive,"

"Even if someone stops Zheng, someone stops the guy who scored the goal."

After holding it in for a long time, he said a few words.

On the court, Ronaldinho slowly paced, walked back to the middle circle arc, looked at Zheng Zhi with a little surprised look, and raised his hand to grab the ear from time to time.

Why did you assist? God, this guy can pass the ball so well at such a long distance?

No, I have to practice hard when I look back. This kind of long-distance assist is terrible...

Ronaldinho immediately compared himself with Zheng Zhi in private and finally concluded that he could not pass such an accurate long pass. He silently swore and remembered it in his mind.

But the extraordinary person he had just passed was really surprising and beautiful. He praised Zheng Zhi's success just now.

Zheng Zhi is one of the few people he admires.

Shortly after the game resumed, the Swiss referee blew the whistle to the end of the half, and both sides entered the rest time with a score of 2:2.

"Hey, Zheng,"

"That ball just now is so beautiful."

Ronaldinho walked to Zheng Zhi and the two of them ended side by side.

"If it were me, I wouldn't be able to kick it out for the time being."

"Stop, I know what you are thinking in your heart, haha." Zheng Zhi smiled, "You must be thinking, you must practice well when you look back and then kick it out, right?"

"Uh," Ronaldinio was slightly stunned, the little rabbit teeth smiled very slutty, "Of course, you know, I must do it too, otherwise you will be able to break the gap again?"

"I will give myself half a month."

"good,"

...

...

In the locker room, everyone was drinking water to replenish water. Holden drew a lot of paintings on the tactical board, especially in the upper left corner, where Ronaldinho's name was circled and circled.

He knocked on the table and everyone's eyes gathered.

"We must strengthen our defense against Ronaldinho in the second half."

"When he gets the ball, someone must follow him in time."

"You also need to pay attention to the running position of his teammates around him."

"If you don't stare at this guy, you may have any accidents."

After a pause, he talked about the team as a whole.

"Of course, it is impossible to completely contain them. We can clearly feel that Brazil is completely different from Brazil in the first half at the end of the game. Before, they liked to fight alone, and after falling behind, they played very well. Brazil that played as a whole is very terrible. All we can do is to play more team spirit than them. On the court, no player can do not return to defense because of laziness, which leads to loopholes in the team's defense. They can be broken through by the opponent, but they must not have loopholes because of laziness!"

"In the second half, we must be more active in seeking opportunities to score goals, and play more proactively and aggressively. The defense of this team in Brazil is not perfect. We must find the space for breakthrough by running more actively. As long as we maintain enough concentration, we can find it!"

"Concentrate on 90 minutes and don't have a slight slack of slack."

"Come on!" Holden habitually said Chinese.

After Holden finished speaking, Zheng Zhi suddenly spoke.

"5 million, brothers,"

"Think about our 5 million bonus!"

"We will have to be even more deadly in the second half, otherwise the 5 million spent in the past will slip away from our hands."

"Those guys are here to snatch our 5 million!"

"A little further, he is here to snatch our villa! snatch our supermodel! Celebrities! And our sports cars!"

"When we lose 5 million, we lose all this, and even lose everything for the next ten years!"

"We must beat them to death!"

Zhu Guanghu's face turned dark again, and he muttered in his heart: Zheng Zhi! Can't you speak in another way? Are you standing here not fighting for the country, but just for 5 million? What are the supermodels, celebrities, sports cars? How dirty are your thoughts? Such thoughts are unbearable...

But he said nothing in the end...

Horton didn't understand, but he stood beside him, and the eyes of his disciples emitted a hot look again.

What a magical one?—

On the other end of the locker room, Luxenberg walked around, and he had never stopped since the moment he entered the locker room.

"We made him pass it so comfortably!"

"Give him too much room to get the ball!"

"This is not possible."

"I think," Luxenberg finally stopped and looked over all the players in front of him.

"You haven't realized anything yet."

"Who is Zheng?"

"He is the European champion! He is the Bundesliga Most Valuable Player, and may also be the Europe Most Valuable Player. If he continues to perform well, he may win the Golden Ball Award at the end of the year!"

"You really understand, who is your opponent?"
To be continued...