Vol 7 Chapter 93: Premier League waiting for you

Wu Sanshi accurately judged the route of Zhou Tian’s growth pass during the running process. Jiang Hao, who also advanced at a high speed, attracted the majority of the attention of his opponents. He suddenly shot from the middle of the Korean team’s back line and scored a header from close range. Smashed through the goal guarded by Jin Chengkui.
After the goal, Wu Sanshi waved excitedly and was able to score a goal in the Asian Cup finals, which is one of the most important moments in Wu Sanshi's career.
Even more excited than him were the excited Chinese team fans in the stands, including He Wei on the commentary.
"Although Zhou Tiancheng didn't score, he rarely showed his world wave stunts in Australia, but this is now self-confidence and our strength now. This is not a national team, but he is still the most important one. One."
After Wu Sanshi scored a goal, he ran over and Zhou Tiancheng excitedly gave a high-five. At this time, Sun Xingming just turned back from his side. When he saw the two high-five again, he snorted arrogantly.
He refused to accept or lose.
Even when he debuted a few years ago, he had seen Zhou Tiancheng's strength and knew the gaps, but he is now the number one star of the South Korean team, and Sun Xingming has now gradually understood how to be a leader. You cannot lose momentum at any time.
Wu Sanshi, who was extremely excited and cold, didn't hear it, but Zhou Tiancheng heard it really, turned his head and glanced at Sun Xingming, with a hint of nonchalant smile on his face.
"What's wrong, Brother Cheng?" Wu Sanshi also asked excitedly at this time.
Zhou Tiancheng raised his neck and nodded in the direction of Sun Xingming: "See? No one disagrees with us!"
Wu Sanshi turned his head and laughed: "This grandson... I guess I will doubt my life at this moment. What about the good Zhou Tiancheng? What about the good king? Just give out a relegation team. It's dead, haha."
Zhou Tiancheng narrowed his eyes slightly and listened to Wu Sanshi damaging the other party, and couldn't help saying: "Relegation team? Spaniard? Are you sure?"
Wu Sanshi emphasized and nodded: "We are the relegation team and have not won the championship. What is the difference between the second and twelfth."
Zhou Tiancheng laughed and patted his shoulder heavily: "Well, even so, it's not easy for the relegation team to be a king!"
Wu Sanshi laughed a little embarrassedly: "Me? The ball king? Brother Cheng, don't damage me, will you?"
"Don't you ever call you Wuqiu Wang before? Don't think I don't know, there is also a nickname, Nuclear Wuqi 7... Well, it sounds a bit more domineering."
The game did not deviate from everyone's expectations. After the first record, the players' mentality on the court was more relaxed. Some have time to play slowly with their opponents, and now the pressure is on the Korean team.
Conversely, the obvious unbalanced mentality of the South Korean team began to become a horn. Ju Zizhe and Ji Chengyong took the ball to the side of Sun Xingming. In fact, they still had the opportunity to try a long pass, but they were against everyone except Sun Xingming. Can't trust anymore. On the other side, Li Zaicheng had no chance of getting the ball.
Stilik looked anxious off the court again. Although the players carried out his tactics thoroughly enough, he never said that he would fight with a wing, let alone Zhou Tiancheng obviously took special care of Sun Xingming. .
Although it depends on the role of the core players, it is not so used?
However, Sun Xingming now ignores so much, he understands his responsibilities, so he hopes his teammates will continue in this way.
He wants to reflect his own value. Zhou Tiancheng hasn't had one shot so far. The Chinese team is still leading. After all, he still plays the striker. If he can't show his value in this regard, why should he be so high of expectations?
He doesn't believe that the gap between him and Zhou Tiancheng is really such a big one. As long as he can get the ball and is explosive on the wing, he doesn't believe he can still have no advantage.
But the problem now is that Zhou Tiancheng is behind him, and Zhang Linpeng is clearly in the front of him, and he is also inspired. It is not easy for Sun Xingming to get the ball right under the two.
Finally, Sun Xingming had the opportunity to take the ball by the sideline of the frontcourt. At the moment when he took the ball, Sun Xingming flung the ball to the outside and forced his body to squeeze the front Zhang Linpeng. After all, Zhou Tiancheng is only a cooperative defense, and it is impossible to come up to help every moment.
But seeing that Zhou Tiancheng quickly caught up, Sun Xingmin gritted his teeth and rushed towards the bottom line like an angry bull, and he had been taken outside the penalty area in two or three steps.
Sun Xingming's explosive power is indeed strong, Zhou Tiancheng can only follow him with all his strength, and give his teammates in the penalty area. In terms of explosiveness, it is only him who can suffer one-on-one, and no one else can.
However, Zhou Tiancheng was not a full-back. He saw Sun Xingming near the bottom line of the penalty area and prepared to poke the ball inside. Zhou Tiancheng's eyes blinked and a subtotal was born.
He suddenly said loudly in German: "Come on, can you do it? Fight me, I'm here!"
He was convinced that Sun Xingming could hear and understand. Sure enough, Zhou Tiancheng was so stimulated~EbookFREE.me~ Sun Xingming was not mentally prepared, and the action of preparing to change direction at his feet took a second.
This is the opportunity!
Zhou Tiancheng was not born as a fullback. He was worried that Sun Xingming continued to accelerate after taking the ball, which might make him unable to catch the rhythm. This method is just a try. The dead horse is a living horse doctor. He will not give the opponent a second chance.
Sun Xingming recovered and found out that he was being fooled, a little angry, and pushed Zhou Tiancheng into one. Not only did he want to breathe out, but he also needed tactics. He must prevent Zhou Tiancheng from passing the ball for the first time, otherwise the Chinese team might come back.
When the chief referee Irmatov came over, he only warned Sun Xingming. After all, it was not too serious. Sun Xingming was fairly restrained in the end. He pushed Zhou Tiancheng down, and pulled Zhou Tiancheng up afterwards. The performance, at least on the surface, is more impressive than the average Korean player.
But his face was somber and he pulled Zhou Tiancheng up just to have a chance to demonstrate to Zhou Tiancheng up close.
"You are really good, but do you think I can't?"
Zhou Tiancheng grinned and spread his hands: "Can you kill Bayern Dort? Ha ha."
Sun Xingming felt angry for a while: "You think I can't do it, to be honest, Zhou, you are my goal, but I don't like you being so arrogant, I will definitely surpass you."
Zhou Tiancheng's face was immediately sullen. Am I crazy?
I’m giving you a face. As an opponent, it’s good not to hit your face.
"Oh, there are many people who want to surpass me... I am waiting for you in the Premier League and feel that I am qualified, so come."
Sun Xingming actually focused on it, and did not find Zhou Tiancheng laughed with obvious sarcasm.
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