Vol 3 Chapter 87: Dig

"Fak, Dong!"
"Fak Squid,"
Many French fans scolded in the stands in English, and everyone was targeting Dong Fangzhuo. Scolding and booing are mixed together, the sound is quite loud.
Chinese fans are not vegetarian.
Hearing such disgusting scolding, Chinese fans continued to beat the drums and drums.
"Dong Fangzhuo, great!"
"Dong Fangzhuo, great!"
Soon, their voice suppressed French fans.
Pogba was lifted off the field and never came up again. Nzongqi replaced him.
Pogba's eyes are full of despair, his eyes have been on Dong Fangzhuo, but there is no way...
The most important waist goes down, Matuidi is unable to play, the French midfielder is not the strongest midfielder.
The half match ended, and the French team was still behind 0:1. The culprit, Umtiti, dragged his head and couldn't lift his mind at all. If it weren't for his handball, the team would not fall behind.
As soon as he walked into the locker room, he was scolded by Deshang.
"Look up!"
"No one blames you!"
"All you have to do is help the team in the second half and continue to defend the defense!"
Deschamps has always been polite, but now his eyes are earned, he glared at everyone.
"Look at you,"
"Where does it look like a team fighting for the championship?"
"In this state of mind, is it worthy of promotion? You have become unable to play football, is it just that Paul sacrificed in vain?"
"We are just one ball behind. If we are scared of one ball and can't even catch a ball back, do we still wear the shirt of the French team?"
"Listen to the ridicule of Chinese people outside, they simply look down on you. You have lost your courage and confidence in front of the Chinese Dong Dong!"
"You are ready to give up victory?"
"shame!"
Deshang didn't save his face at all.
He felt he couldn't wait any longer, glanced at the unremarkable Griezmann, and said coldly, "Dembele went up in the second half."
Glezman's heart was cold, and he did not expect Deschamps to make adjustments so quickly. Seeing Deschamps means that he replaced him in all likelihood. This was a bad first half, and he already had no chance.
Obviously, Deschamps needs speed now, and both cars need to be fast. Dembele is more appropriate to come up, otherwise he can only replace Giroud.
On the other end, Dong Fangzhuo said calmly, "45 minutes left,"
"It will be a more difficult half and more dangerous."
"Leading a goal doesn't mean anything."
"We haven't seen a crazy French team."
"They will go crazy in the second half. All we have to do is pick up our shotguns and aim at them at all times. They must not let them have any delusional actions!"
"If I am not wrong, they can only rely on the speed of the two sidewalks now. We must protect the two sidewalks."
"Their midfield organization must have declined and they may give up ball control."
"We will fight them to the end!"
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After the two teams re-entered the game, the French team really did not see Gleitzman. He was indeed replaced by Dembele. No change in other locations.
There is no action on the Chinese side.
"Dembele came up. In this way, the French team's two wing speeds will be very fast, and the Chinese team's defensive pressure has become greater."
"Mbappe on one side and Dembele on the other. The speed of these two people is really terrible. Wang Gang is okay, what about Deng Hanwen? I feel a little dangerous.
Huang Jianxiang blinked, but soon found a different place.
"The Chinese team has changed?"
"442? Dong Fangzhuo returned to the midfield position, and Zheng Zhi formed a midfield partner, and appeared on the right side, which is equivalent to helping the right defense."
"There are only two small men in front, Feng Jin and Wu Sanshi."
"This formation is more balanced, Feng Jin's position is still slightly behind, the formation may be more like 4411."
The two teams came up against each other, Zheng Zhi and Tolisso collided in the midfield, but both of them quickly climbed up, without any hesitation, Tolisso launched a fast break, like playing behind the Chinese team, but Wang Gang card in advance After staying in position, Mbappe still did not succeed.
The Chinese team was turned from defense to attack, the French team players retreated very quickly, the Chinese team can only turn into positional battle. Zheng Zhi and Dong Fangzhuo continued to control the ball in the midfield and did not rush to pass the ball forward.
The ball frequently returned to the backcourt of the Chinese team. Dembele, who had just come up shortly, was eager to perform and shoveled Zheng Zhi in the frontcourt, receiving a yellow card.
The game resumed again, the Chinese team is still not in a hurry to pass the ball forward, and so it is with the French team.
The experienced Zheng Zhi and Dong Fangzhuo played well in the backcourt. Instead, the young French internationals were anxious. Dembele and Mbappe were rushing to the middle from both sides and tried to grab the ball. But it's useless. As soon as they ran to the middle, the ball split.
Dong Fangzhuo's running ability is so strong~EbookFREE.me~ has been cascading teams, although Zheng Zhi can't run, but he just can start.
"Oh no,"
"Now the Chinese director has been consuming the patience of the French team in the midfield and backcourt. We simply don't know how to regain the initiative. This French team is still too young. Deschamps has to think about something."
Thuram was worried on the live broadcast.
"Get Dong down, there is no other way." Lizalazu can think of this is the countermeasure.
"Four years ago, Germany almost succeeded."
"Just do it early."
Lizarazu is shameless, but his face is really useless...
Enzongqi didn't do anything at all. He couldn't replace Pogba at all.
Deschamps thought about it and wanted to replace him, but there was no one to change. The midfield players he brought were too few. There were five in total. Now one suspension, one injury, and no need to play...
When he was in a hurry, there was a guy whose performance was even worse than him. Dembele might have forgotten that he already had a yellow card in his body, and he shoveled to Zheng Zhi again.
This time Zheng Zhi was miserable. He directly turned his horse over and did not get up again.
But the sweat of the French fans erected in an instant, because the referee pulled into his pocket again this time.
This means that Dembele is going to have an accident.
Deshang's face instantly became black. His disciples tried to stop the referee's actions before the referee had drawn the cards.
But the referee still pulled the yellow card firmly.
Two yellows turn to one red.
Dembele was expelled!
"Oh~"
"Beautiful!"
"Before the match, Dong Fangzhuo was still worried about the referee's penalty. I didn't expect the referee to be so fair! Deshang was dug by himself..."