Midfielder Ruler

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Tang Zheng was in a very bad mood, but he felt much better after venting for a short time. He followed his teammates and stood in the middle of the court, forming a circle, and then put their shoulders on each other, cheering each other on.

When the goalkeeper Wu Yan was walking towards the goal, Tang Zheng held the goalkeeper Wu Yan alone and gave him a hug: "Little Yanzi, come on!"

"Well, I will!" Wu Yan patted Tang Zheng's back hard twice, consoling him for not being included in the penalty shooter list: "Thank you, Brother Zheng!"

Immediately afterwards, ten players from each side except the goalkeeper put their shoulders on their shoulders or put their arms around their waists, and stood on the center line with the center circle as a buffer zone.

Their gazes are the same, and they all look towards the goal at the far end of the vision.

Although there are not many fans at the scene, China is the most populous country on earth, and Chinese people can be seen no matter where they are, so this is a matter of whether the Chinese National Youth Team can qualify for the next year's World Youth Championship in Egypt or not. There were no less than 3,000 Chinese fans.

Among them are Chinese, overseas students, workers, and there is no shortage of die-hard fans who flew from China to Saudi Arabia to watch the football. They have no other expectations, they just hope that the national youth can enter the semi-finals...

The Uzbekistan youth team took the first free throw, and Wu Yan, the goalkeeper of the Chinese National Youth Team, stood in front of the goal to defend.

The Chinese fans in the stands made a proper booing sound, hoping to interfere with the Uzbekistan youth team members who made free throws.

However, Karimov, who made the free throw, was not affected by the Chinese fans in the stands. He easily kicked the ball in the opposite direction of Wu Yan's side attack.

Cao Yunding, the player who took the penalty on behalf of the Chinese National Youth Team in the first round, placed the ball at the penalty spot, then retreated enough distance, and held his breath.

Tang Zheng, who was hugging Tan Yang, looked very nervous, he buried his head behind Tan Yang's back, not daring to look at the goal.

The Chinese fans who dominated the scene did not make any noise, and the previously bustling stadium suddenly became silent. Cao Yunding, who has excellent personal foot skills, faced the defender Tutahuyaev who was a guest goalkeeper, and he easily sent the ball into the goal.

After that, players from both sides in the second and third rounds scored goals, and then entered the tense fourth round of penalty shootout.

At this time, no matter which player kicks the penalty, he is under tremendous pressure. A little carelessness may cause the team's preparations for the past year to be in vain.

And the loser will miss next year's World Youth Championship in Egypt.

Duan Xuan, the commentator at the commentary booth, was much more cautious in his speech, walking on thin ice: "The penalty shootout has entered the fourth round!"

"..." Guest commentator Zhang Lu didn't even speak, her eyes were fixed on the Uzbekistan youth team player Ulunov in the camera.

The pressure on goalkeeper Wu Yan is getting bigger and bigger. In the past three rounds of penalty kicks, he has not judged accurately once.

I can't justify it!

At this moment Tang Zheng no longer put his teammates' shoulders on his shoulders, he squatted on the ground, put his hands together, closed his eyes, and rarely prayed to the heavens: "Pounce out, out!"

I don't know if Tang Zheng's prayer moved the heavens, but Ulunov, who took the penalty kick, was kicked out by Wu Yan with a side throw.

Although Wu Yan threw the ball away, the pressure was still on the side of the Chinese National Youth Team.

Because once Wu Xi, who took the penalty in the fourth round, scored a penalty, the Chinese National Youth Team would have won the match point, and the chances of entering the semi-finals would increase infinitely.

Wu Xi, who hugged his teammates one by one, could even feel his heart beating violently. The invisible pressure made his face change, and his feet even trembled slightly.

Wu Xi is a very talkative person, so Tang Zheng has a good relationship with Wu Xi, so when he hugged Wu Xi, he said: "Don't be nervous, the other party is a guest goalkeeper, you will definitely score! I firmly believe it!"

Wu Xi, who was originally nervous, felt like a spring breeze when he heard Tang Zheng's words "I firmly believe", and the pressure was much relieved.

He was confident and scored the ball!

However, the head coach Liu Chunming standing in front of the coach's bench was uneasy. If the team wants to go further, then this goal must be scored!

So he took a half step forward reflexively, and unexpectedly opened his throat and shouted at Wu Xi who was walking towards the restricted area: "Wu Xi, you must score! Definitely!!"

The assistant coaches Wang Jun and Li Lixin frowned at the same time. The penalty shootout does not test the players' shooting skills, but their ability to withstand pressure.

They believe that Liu Chunming's behavior will likely affect Wu Xi who is about to take a penalty kick...

indeed!

Wu Xi, who was originally full of confidence, suddenly felt a huge pressure rushing towards his face, which even made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Tutahuyaev is a professional defender, but the goalkeeper..." Duan Xuan hoped to find some comfort from this, but just as he finished speaking, Wu Xi's penalty kick was touched by the amateur goalkeeper Tutahuyaev. A moment, then hit the post and pop out...

"Wow!!"

There was an uproar at the scene, and Tutahu Yayev, who was the guest goalkeeper, jumped up from the grass excitedly!

The penalty score is still 3:3! !

If one survives, there will be future fortunes! !

In the next round, Shhov, who took the penalty kick in the fifth round, kicked the ball to the lower left corner of the goal. Goalkeeper Wu Yan judged the wrong direction. That is to say, if Li Zhichao, who took the penalty kick in the last round, did not score the penalty kick, then The team that entered the semi-finals is the Uzbekistan National Youth Team!

If he had a choice, Li Zhichao would like to give up the right to take the penalty kick at this time.

The overwhelming pressure poured down, messing up his young heart, and his feet even visibly trembled at this moment.

With a penalty kick, the team retains the chance to qualify for next year's World Youth Championship.

If you don't enter, you will be a sinner through the ages!

Feeling the pressure, Li Zhichao didn't even know how to hug the goalkeeper Wu Yan, and he even forgot how to complete the hug when he set the football back enough.

"Beep!"

So when the South Korean referee blew the whistle, Li Zhichao's mind went blank. He just subconsciously ran up, swung his legs and shot.

The on-site commentator, the substitute players on the sidelines, the coaches, the spectators in the stands, and the players on both sides in the center of the court, their hearts were raised in their throats, their eyes widened, and their pupils shrank sharply.

Tang Zheng even lay down on the ground nervously...

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Half a second later, Tutahuyayev, who played as a guest goalkeeper, blocked Li Zhichao's football kicked to the right of the center. The Uzbek people celebrated wildly. They spread their arms like eagles soaring in the sky. ,soar.

In just a few minutes, the Chinese National Youth Team experienced the feeling from heaven to hell.

Wu Yan, the goalkeeper who saved a penalty kick, threw his glove on the ground and covered his head with his hands. He hated himself for not saving one more ball.

In the center of the field, Wu Xi covered his face, only his eyes were exposed, and looked into the distance blankly and helplessly. Central defender Yu Yang knelt on the ground with his head in his arms. Qiu Tianyi stared blankly at the goal behind him. On the grass, covering your face with your hands...

The on-site director did not show the camera to the Uzbek people celebrating wildly, but to Tang Zheng, the number one star of the Chinese National Youth Team, or the number one star of this year's Asian Youth Championship. teammates, but his own tears flowed unsatisfactorily, and he felt great sadness.

A man doesn't flick his tears easily, but he doesn't reach the sad point.

Seen from the camera, the seemingly strong back turned out to be so thin at this moment.

It's over, it's over...

The Asian Youth Championship and the World Youth Championship are all over...

The commentator Duan Xuan took a deep breath and tried to calm down his tone. He said: "Losing the game is not the end of the world. You are heroes. You have to walk out of here with your heads held high. It doesn't matter if you fall now. The important thing is How to stand up in the future and make yourself stronger!"

"Tang Zheng worked very hard in the four games of the National Youth Team. His running average of more than 12,000 meters per game was the best in the Asian Youth Championship. There is no doubt about his ability." Guest commentator Zhang Lu was very angry: "It's just that I am really I don’t understand why the head coach Liu Chunming didn’t send Tang Zheng to take the penalty in such a crucial penalty kick? I don’t believe that players who can perform well in the Argentine national derby will lose their standard in the small Asian Youth Championship penalty shootout!”

If Duan Xuan didn't give him a hand secretly, Zhang Lu would have more things to say.

Sitting in front of the TV, Tang Tianhua and Fang Hongping looked at the tearful son on the screen, feeling very uncomfortable...

The members of the Chinese National Youth Team who entered the locker room were not in high spirits, and the locker room was silent until the head coach Liu Chunming arrived, breaking the silence: "Boys, although we lost the game, we have no hope of losing. To grow is to pay The price, this is just a setback on your road to success, you... are still the future of Chinese football!"

"Hope?" Tang Zheng snorted coldly: "The future? Hehe..."

It wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard in the quiet locker room.

Liu Chunming's face was ugly, when he saw that it was Tang Zheng, he became even angrier, and said displeasedly: "What do you mean?"

"It means whatever you think it means." Tang Zheng glanced at Liu Chunming from the corner of his eye, very contemptuously.

"You think it's me who lost the game?" Liu Chunming's voice became louder twice, his face darkened a lot.

"Is it my fault?"

Tang Zheng's words almost made Liu Chunming spit out his old blood. Losing the game was originally the head coach's responsibility, but Tang Zheng said this in front of everyone on the team. Where did he put his old face?

"you……"

At this moment, Yang Yiming, vice chairman of the Football Association, pushed open the door of the locker room and walked in.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, he nodded in satisfaction, and then uttered a series of official accents.

Consolation to the players to look forward, focus on the future, go back and play football well, prepare for the 2012 London Olympics and so on...

Then, the locker room returned to silence.

The head coach Liu Chunming gave Tang Zheng a hard look before continuing to speak.

But Tang Zheng didn't intend to listen at all, he took out a set of clean clothes, turned around and walked towards the bathroom in the dressing room.

"What are you doing?" Liu Chunming looked at Tang Zheng's back, grinning and gnashing his teeth.

"None of your business!" After a while, four strong words came from the bathroom.

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