Chapter 145: war! war! war!

"you guys……"
Holden was stunned for the first time, seeing the Chinese players so intense and excited for the first time, the fighting will almost burst.
He still underestimated the determination of the players to wash away historical humiliation. At this time, it is impossible to deal with this matter with reason.
change!
Holden gritted his teeth and changed his mind.
It was not that he succumbed, but was infected by their spirits.
This is not a change in the locker room, but a more cohesive performance in the locker room.
just……
What should I do if the leaders of the Football Association blame? I also asked about it at the beginning, and the meaning of the above also fits with my own ideas. Now suddenly ignore the overall situation?
No matter, I'm not Chinese, Houghton shrugged his shoulders, and in the end it was indifferent. He beckoned and signaled the interpreter to hurry up, then took out a black pen from his pocket, grabbed a piece of waste paper in front of the table and wrote and painted.
"Go to the competition office to change the starting list now!"
"fast!"
He stuffed the interpreter with a crumpled mess. The interpreter was a little flustered, and I really didn't understand why the locker room was so messy.
"Hurry up! What a stun!" Zhu Guanghu slapped a palm on his shoulder. "If you can't change the list, you should resign!"
He is more anxious than translator!
And Horton has re-oriented to all the disciples.
"I have completed you,"
"I also hope you understand what decision you made today."
"Zheng, Hao, Li ..." He famously passed by, "You all all return to the starting lineup."
"Don't be sad when you return to the bench, we are a team."
"It is possible to appear at any time. This is a battle of our team, and even a battle of your country!"
"For victory!"
"Do not disgrace the mission!"
"..."
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"Guidance Zhang, what do you think of this game? Horton did not exhaust all the main force, and most of them are substitutes." CCBV5 live broadcast room, Huang Jianxiang's face can not hide his disappointment. The starting list, angry, broke a glass on the spot. If he hadn't forcibly suppressed his anger, he wouldn't want to sit in the broadcast room now.
He is a revenge!
"Hey ..."
Zhang Lu's voice was also a little deep, and after ten seconds of silence, he still opened his mouth.
"I don't feel the situation is good,"
"We have half the main force, and Iran is the main force."
"Originally, our main lineup can be tied with Iran. Everyone has several players who play in Europe, but now, I am hanging."
"But there is no way. From a strategic point of view, it is not wrong for Horton to do this. We really do not need to waste our strength in this insignificant game. Good steel needs to be used on the blade. The knockout game is our sharp edge Time."
"But it's just the fans who are watching the ball bitterly. I can feel it across the air. The fans want to win this game."
The live broadcast room was filled with a sad atmosphere.
Zhang Lu said that the Chinese fans in front of the TV were even more upset.
"grass,"
"Sabi Horton,"
"Sabi,"
"I'm so mad! I'm not watching anymore, basically losing anyway."
"Go, go, go, drink!"
...
At this time, Huang Jianxiang's voice came from the screen.
"and many more!"
"The starting list has changed."
"Not the starting list given earlier, Zheng Zhi, Fan Zhiyi and Hao Haixi are all on the list!"
Huang Jianxiang said at the end, he almost couldn't help laughing, and the decibel of his voice became a little sharper as he became louder.
"Ouch?"
"What's the matter?" Zhang Lu also thought that someone had pinched his waist and almost stretched his head to Huang Jianxiang's chest. At this time, Huang Jianxiang was holding a fax slip just handed over by the staff.
"Well, that's right, the starting list should be changed. I don't know why, Houghton changed the starting list, but no matter what, this is a good thing!"
"We can witness the strongest China against the strongest Iran!"
At the moment, the leader of the Football Association who had just sat at the Manlaga Stadium in Bangkok heard his secretary reported in his ear that Horton had changed the starting list.
Snapped! The right hand slapped fiercely on his right thigh.
"Nonsense!"
"It's just too much nonsense!"
"Who came up with the idea?"
"do not know……"
The sullen-faced leader strongly endured his anger, but he was thinking in his heart, as long as the Asian Games can not get the desired results, Horton must have good looks! Dare to joke about his own future? Don't want to do it, right? You cannot afford this responsibility!
...
The Iranian coach knew that Horton changed his lineup 20 minutes before the game.
"coming,"
"I knew it was a conspiracy, haha! It was all smoke bombs."
"They will not miss this opportunity for revenge, but fortunately we have already prepared."
Iran will not want to lose! They don't mind continuing to create shadows in the hearts of Chinese players.
"..."
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In the player channel, both players are ready, each holding a cute child in his hand, just waiting to debut.
Suddenly, Zheng Zhi found that Fan Zhiyi and Hao Haixi's eyes had never had such a terrible murderousness.
Fan Zhiyi stood firm on his chest and stared at the player's entrance without looking squinted. It was like a sturdy sculpture that made people dare not look straight. Perhaps he only had the words "revenge" in his heart.
Hao Haixi rarely stood behind Fan Zhiyi, like a ruthless swordsman. Under normal circumstances, all his faces were hung with a frowning expression bag, but today his eyes are particularly bright and very large ...
He suddenly turned his head to look at Zheng Zhi.
"I can run especially today."
"Uh." Zheng Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I see, Sige."
I feel so emotional in my heart that you can imagine that everyone will definitely die for this game! Even Hao Haixi told his will!
...
Ali Dayi's tall body appeared taller under the sunlight, and his eyes fell on Yang Chen from time to time. For him, this was also the shooter's duel. He wants to prove to people that he is the greatest shooter in Asia! He also wants to show the Germans that he is the most powerful striker!
Beat China! Beat Yang Chen!
war! war! war!
The national anthems of both sides sounded on the court, and the players could not wait!
Fan Zhiyi tightened the captain's armband on his left arm again, greeted his teammates to form a circle, and then shouted loudly.
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
In the stands, Chinese fans have already played gongs and drums, and are ready to shake the flag for the Chinese team. This year, they have not lost faith in Chinese football ...
Beep--
The Iranian team took the lead in kicking off, and the other made the Iranian general Madvecchia immediately kill the ball from the side. Of course, at this time, Madvecchia is still a teenager ...
Changhong!
Ma Mingyu doesn't have his speed ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I know that Madvecchia is likely to attack him, but he is still too slow!
"Oh! No!"
"Quickly stop him!"
In 1997, Ma Mingyu was fooled into a fool by him.
This time, it seems that the nightmare will reappear!
Li Yinfei quickly hurried over, Maddovicia quickly played a two-on-one with his teammates, inside!
! ! ! !
It seems that if you want to go the middle of the road, you have to prepare for a long shot!
Just when Ma Mingyu and Li Yin were almost desperate, Zheng Zhi came!
"dream!!!"
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