Vol 2 Chapter 342: Not so bad (on)

At 19 o'clock on the evening of October 23rd, the final match of the third group of the Asian Youth Championship will be held in Doha Stadium. This game not only determines the qualifying situation of the third group, but also indirectly affects the third group of the other two groups, so it has attracted much attention.
Well-informed Chinese reporters rushed in, they didn't know the details of the "National Youth Incident", but the Football Association ordered them to always find a way to do it. Unexpected. However, the title of "Coach Assistant" and the change of Wang Baoshan from head coach to "head coach", coupled with the news of the "Second War Between the Two Kings", at least senior journalists have come to feel the taste.
"Little King won," "The King lost."
How will the return of Wang Ai and the uprising change this national youth, not only reporters, fans, the Football Association is also paying close attention. They look forward to Wang Ai leading the team to achieve good results, to bring the special year of 2002 to a successful conclusion, and at the same time have some headaches for Wang Ai's victory, because this will continue to fiercely shake their inherent football concept.
Myolysis? Scientific training? The benefits of video games?
Too many anti-routine and anti-experience things, but he always wins.
Facts speak louder than words!
On the coaching table of the Chinese Youth Team, many shots were swept through, and sure enough, Wang Ai was here, Wang Baoshan was not, but instead sat in the stands. Since it is the "head coach", it means that the Football Association has left him with a face, but he was asked to leave his sleeves, and the Football Association will not give him this face.
This morning, Guo Qing took a walk in the hotel's garden, recovered slightly, and looked for a sense of sports. After all, it was close to the last game and it was not unfamiliar. As for other times, in addition to collectively playing CS and playing in the dark, Wang Ai led everyone to watch the game video and analyze the opponents.
In the position of head coach, Mai Chao is sitting. Although the Football Association did not continue to appoint the head coach, in order to support Wang Ai a small space in the next ten days. But as the first assistant coach, in Guo Qing's current weird tranquility, Wang Ai's favor decided Mai Chao's "coming to office", plus Zhang Jilong's support.
Wang Ai and Mai Chao have a division of work, daily training management belongs to me, on-the-spot tactical command, and employment arrangements belong to you. After all, Wang Ai is still unfamiliar with the national youth team members and has not played in a warm-up match. The technical characteristics of the team members are not known. This aspect depends on Mai Chao. In fact, if Wang Baoshan was not so stubborn, Wang Ai would have been willing to be an assistant or think tank.
At 19:30, the match between the two sides began.
The reporter at the scene found sensitively that Wang Ai and Mai Chao, who were on the coach seat, sat together and frequently whispered. And on the playing field, the performance of the national youth team members is a bit "relaxed"?
Yes, it should be slack, there is no tension in life and death, and you can't see that it is affected by a series of events, or even a little slack? Zhao Xuri even fell softly in the middle of running, with a smile on his face.
What have you been doing these two days? The hearts of the reporters were hanging again. Although the stability of Guo Qing proved that Wang Baoshan's leadership was really not good, Wang Ai didn't seem to have any good effect when he returned. Can Song Cheng still win this game?
"Aren't you worried?" Wang Ai asked on the coach seat.
Mai Chao looked intently: "What are you worried about? Relaxation is a good thing. Only when you relax, you can do technical moves. By the way, you asked me, and I also have to ask you, if you ran back so far, spent so much money, it was still fair. Substitute, don't you worry? "
Wang Aihaha smiled: "What am I worried about? Our national youth used to be illegitimate, not to say that these players can't do it, rest for two days, take a break, the team is still fine."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai pointed at the UAE team: "This opponent is not worth my shot."
Mai Chao turned his head and looked at Wang Ai: "You really can't shoot, that's a foul."
Zhao Xuri, who had been listening to his chin beside Wang Ai, laughed out loud. He turned his head back to learn from the other players and laughed on the bench.
Li Lixin accompanied Zhang Jilong standing near the player channel behind Guoqing, listening to the laughter coming from his ears, and couldn't help feeling: "It's really relaxing, I don't know what the effect will be."
Zhang Jilong said, "At least the atmosphere is still good.
In fact, Mai Chao and Wang Ai both knew that even the team members knew that Wang Ai's physical condition could not play the main force in the youth team's game. On average, 80% of his physical energy was spent on physical confrontation. Wang Ai was too bad. He can only play at critical moments and use his technology to save the team, but cannot be used as a conventional weapon. This is not the same as the Bundesliga. Although it is an adult team's game, the league is not so intense. The team's results are based on a long stream, not a cup game that has contributed to the first game.
After all, in formal terms, this is called the U-19 Asian Cup, and the silver boots in the World Cup can't smooth the five-year-old age gap.
In the first half of the game, the UAE team planned several attacks, but it had no effect. The National Youth Team is relatively lazy, it seems to be looking for the state, and there is no good chance.
Both sides calmly ended the first half.
As soon as the midfield whistle sounded, the reporters began to brush their heads to sort out the report: National Youth is over! Not only lazy, but also not motivated!
When Wang Ai and his teammates talked about walking to the player's channel, several nearby fans suddenly shouted, "Be shameless!"
The laughter disappeared, the players calmly, bowed their heads, and hurried past.
Wang Ai looked up in surprise and found that there were several young fans who looked like they were in their twenties. Frontal red ears and red pointing at the national youth players.
Wang Ai raised her hand: "Hi!"
Several fans found out that it was Wang Ai! Suddenly helpless. They were indignant at Guo Qing's lack of fighting spirit, but did not know the news of Wang Ai's return, and for a while did not know what to say.
Since Wang Ai's game in the second half of this year was too frequent, even ordinary fans felt it, and he was everywhere. He could see him in a different national team every few days, and then this team won, Win, win ... So, Wang Ai, as a member of the National Youth League, did not participate in the first two group matches of the National Youth League and even returned to Germany to play a Bundesliga. They are tolerant and understand.
Although the national font size represents honor, the weight is different.
Wang Ai went to the stands, smiled and stretched out his hands, shaking hands with several excited players in turn.
"Wang Ai, do we still have hope?" A college student fan asked with a trembling voice. I don't know if he is too concerned or shakes hands with the World Cup silver boots.
"Relax." Wang Ai said with a gentle smile on his face: "I'm here, rest assured. Our national youth are not that bad."