"We defeated Iran!"

With Zhao Yue's cheerful roar, the field instantly became a sea of ​​cheers;

Iranian players who did not care about despair, as soon as the whistle sounded, the Chinese players off the court immediately rushed into the court, slapped high, hugged each other, danced happily and even danced with demons...

As the captain, Shi Yiming was still able to keep a calm mind, shook hands with the referee with a professional style, and said a simple "thank    you!"

Then he extended a friendly hand to Iranian captain Lesommani, expressing sympathy and understanding for their failures, and showing his leadership style.

Finally, under the leadership of the captain, all the Chinese team players stood in a row hand in hand and bowed to the audience in unison;

This scene was particularly touching, and the audience was solemn and respectful that they couldn't help but applaud. The audience gave the Chinese team the first time applauded the Chinese team, and the congratulations were mixed with surprise.

I don’t know who started first, but everyone actually hummed, “The sun in the west is about to set, and the doomsday of the Japanese is coming!”

The meaningful lyrics, Lu Juren frowned, feeling that it seemed a bit inappropriate, and then he was relieved of this weird idea;

Looking at the players who were indulging in the carnival, he suddenly felt that they were very cute. Unconsciously, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a smile from the heart swept away the gloom that has been around for the past period!

Luo Xian touched the happy Long Tian: "Heaven, do you know what the meaning of that word is?"

Long Tian blinked: "I know you have many ideas! Let's talk about it."

"Haha, haha! Dayuezi and Aji have made contributions, I can't make a fuss! If you destroy the Persian devils in this battle, we will destroy the Japanese devils in the next battle!"

"Okay, let's brag after scoring the goal. Besides, I still can't play in the next game!"

"Hehe, look at how I destroy the Japanese goal! I'm waiting for you to pass the ball to me in the final. For some reason, I just like your pass, just like the last game when I played in Hong Kong. As long as you pass it, it feels comfortable to shoot, God, haha!"

"There is no chance for the Golden Boot Awards this time, but at least we have to compete for the best scorer in the team. Now Ma Kang scores only one more goal than me and I play one more game than him. Hehehe, my god, I'm waiting for you to give me the throne of the best scorer, haha!"

The proud Luo Xian said the more he spoke, the more outrageous he became. Long Tian responded to his self-intoxication and smiled happily, but his ambitious words were distracted: "After entering the semi-finals, it will be two games in any case. Will I have my share in the last game?" Looking at the captain Shi Yiming's spirit, he couldn't help but sigh quietly!

As the game ended, the audience dispersed at a faster pace, and the players on both sides also left the court as soon as possible. Although the ocean country has a larger heat capacity than the inland countries, the winter nights in Japan are still very cold.

Behind the outermost row of seats stood a man in a black coat. The hem of the coat was very long, covering his entire lower body;

The firmly erected up collar wrapped around most of his head, and his dark-colored eyes made people unable to carefully distinguish his specific age, and added a few strange and mysterious colors.

Behind him, a young man in a gray coat walked up. From his restrained expression, he should be the subordinate of the man in black.

"Mr. Kitano, as you told me, the car is ready outside the court." The young man said respectfully.

The man in black, known as Kitano, said "um" and then continued to fall into a state of contemplation, leaving the young man aside.

After standing silently for a while, the young man intended to break the slightly suffocating atmosphere and asked in fear and fear: "Mr. Kitano, the ball game has ended and the weather is very cold. Go back early."

"Sato, do you know why I'm watching this game?" Without answering his words, the man in black suddenly asked back.

"I think Mr. Kitano still loves Japanese football and hopes to contribute to them. Otherwise, he would not travel thousands of miles from Kitanushu to Yokohama to watch this game that is related to the Japanese team's semi-final opponent." Sato replied with a smile, thinking that he answered the point at the right time.

"Love? When I think of that old man named Wufu, I can't help but feel disgusted!" Kitano replied contemptuously.

"Why?" Sato didn't understand the huge contradiction between his words and actions.

"Sato, what do you think of this Chinese team?" Without saying a word, he changed the topic without warning.

"In my impression, the Chinese team has a body but its feet are too rough. This Chinese youth team has no highlights except for its particularly good luck, and even in terms of offensive fluency, it has not been able to inherit the few attacking genes left by their national team." Sato did not hide his contempt for Chinese football.

"Good luck is just something on the surface, but in fact, outstanding defensive ability is the decisive factor in the final result."

After a moment of pause, Kitano continued to say, "Iran formed a strong siege against China in this game. The absolute chance they created was twice as good as their opponents. Faced with this terrifying attack power, even the Japanese team, who thought they had an attack power of 'the world', could not digest it safely; when the physical confrontation was not advantageous, against dozens of extremely threatening shots, the Japanese team's fragile defense line was inevitably penetrated, but the Chinese team successfully eliminated the Iranian offensive invisible!"

"Look, even when No. 8 (Zhu Liye) and No. 7 (Zhang Chang) came out one after another, the Chinese team's backcourt was still extremely stable. The defense system of three defenders and one midfielder seemed very organized, and the mutual defense was well done. This can be called a world-class defense line. Of course, the rash Iranians could not penetrate this active steel wall;"

"The Japanese team also adheres to the style of playing three defenders + one midfielder, but Bandai Wufu's radical guiding ideology made the team's offense extremely crazy, but it was unable to improve the various defects in the backcourt, causing all the loopholes in the defense. The most obvious example is that the high school guard Ah Shu Yongno, who was 1.89 meters tall, chose a 1.81 meters tall, because Nakada played a stable performance."

"The bullshit, the defense height of this Japanese team is not enough, and they don't want to make up for it seriously, but instead remove the only high point. This is his Bandai Wufu's rule of employing people, Bag! This is not Spain, and Japanese players are not those short and concise and outstanding European players. Bandai Wufu will regret it one day!"

Kitano became more and more angry the more he spoke, but he did not let Sato interrupt himself. "Thanks to the Chinese, they successfully eliminated the biggest obstacle on the Japanese team's championship, allowing the Japanese to enjoy the dream of a championship in the local area, and once again paralyzed the increasingly arrogant Chinese!"

"Mr. Kitano, do you think the Chinese team will lose to our Japanese team in the next game! According to what you said just now, they survived and defeated the Iranians. Isn't it when morale is strong?" Sato asked.

"It's a pity that they still lack a bit of offensive consistency and purpose; their methods of winning scores are too monotonous and unstable, and they basically rely on the improvisation of the players; no matter how bad the defense of the Bandai Wufu team is, they still have quite a means to deal with such a team."

"Mr. Kitano, thank you very much! My long conversation with you made me suddenly realize. I admire your unique insights. Compared with your insightful words, my words just now are too superficial. Sorry!" Sato nodded and catered.

"Sato, you've been too rewarded! It's just a matter of opinion. Everyone will have their own ideas, whether detailed or specific."

"Well, Mr. Kitano, are you planning to watch the next semi-final between Japan and China? I want to book a VIP seat for you in advance, and this time I can only book a regular seat. I feel sorry for you, I'm very sorry!" He asked carefully.

"Oh, it's okay, it's my own whim, no wonder you. When is the next game and where will it go?"

“February 7 at 4:30 in Tokyo.”

"Oh, I won't watch it anymore. I'm going to rush to Niigata on the morning of the 7th. There was something wrong with the fishing port department. I might have to stay for a while. You can go and book a Niigata ticket for me, and you need the earliest flight."

At the press conference after the game, Iranian coach Van Gallen simply said, "My team is still very young and the players are very immature. The Chinese team is very lucky. I wish good luck to accompany them in the World Youth Championship." Then he left. The reporters at the meeting understood his emotions and did not make things difficult.

As the head coach of the winning side, Lu Juren was questioned such as the following:

"Do you think your team is lucky?"

"What is your specific playing style?"

"Does the collective power of substitutes have shown that you are in a good position?"

"In the next game, your main players are still suspended or injured. What measures will you take?"

"Do you still have the confidence to win the Japanese team in the semi-finals like defeating the Iranians?"

Lu Juren has always disdained his friendship with the media. His cold and cold look at keeping people thousands of miles away has once again become the focus of bombardment by major media;

The next day, the major Japanese newspapers and sports pages were titled "Arrogant", "Unclosed" and "Introverted Strange People", and ruthlessly mocked the Chinese team's victory for picking it up from the ground. On the contrary, the loser Iran received great sympathy.

On February 4, the last two teams were decided to win the semi-finals: Saudi Arabia defeated the new Southeast Asian team Brunei 3-1, and the defending champion once again ignited his desire to win the championship;

With a controversial penalty kick, the Koreans ended the continuation of the Iraqis' "Babylonian myth".

With yesterday's results, the last four teams in the Asian Youth Championship finally surfaced after 18 days of fierce competition: Japan, China, Saudi Arabia and South Korea.

From the perspective of regional distribution, the three giants of China, Japan, South Korea and East Asia, representing the top level of Asian football, once again won the semi-finals, showing a trend of encircling and suppressing West Asia. The east wind once again overwhelmed the west wind, which is also consistent with the traditional pattern of Asian football;

The situation of the two semi-finals is: China-Japan, South Korea-Saudi.

East Asian teams have booked a ticket to the finals. If South Korea can successfully eliminate Saudi Arabia, then East Asia will become the biggest winner again;
Chapter completed!