We made you the King of Prisoners, and now you've become the King of Football?

Chapter 94 Taking another step closer to Russia

After a brief period of deathly silence.

The entire St. Suzaku Stadium exploded with a deafening roar.

"Goal!"

"Wu Lei scores a goal after a close call!!"

"The game has just entered the seventh minute!"

"China has taken the lead!"

"Jiang Ming intercepted the ball in midfield, then evaded two Qatari players before delivering a deadly through ball!"

"The whole process was completed in one go!"

"This is the level of individual skill seen in Europe's top five leagues!"

In the stands.

Fifty thousand fans stood up at the same time.

A red wave swept through the stands.

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Countless miniature national flags waved in the night sky.

An elderly fan in his forties was so excited that his face turned red.

"Holy crap! It went in!"

His friend next to him held him tightly.

"I've been watching the Chinese national football team for over ten years!"

"This is the first time I've ever felt scoring a goal so easily!"

"That was a fucking beautiful pass!"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Did we score before Qatar?"

"Will any pretty girl hit me and tell me this isn't fake?"

"Interception, dribbling, through balls, solo runs! This is the core value of Ligue 1!"

Sidelines.

Coach Gao clenched his fist hard.

"pretty!"

During this period of training, the whole team has been adapting to Jiang Ming's game rhythm.

In retrospect, it was all worth it.

With such a midfield maestro, the Chinese national football team no longer needs to rely on long balls from the back to find the forwards.

We can now break through the opponent's defense by passing the ball!

On the other side.

Carreño looked grim.

At the pre-match press conference, he said that Jiang Ming alone could not change the Chinese team.

As a result, just seven minutes into the game, Hebei China Fortune scored a goal under his leadership.

Carreno felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

The teaching assistant whispered, "Boss, shouldn't we tighten our restrictions on him?"

Carreño did not speak.

Because he suddenly discovered a problem.

That goal we just conceded wasn't a tactical mistake at all.

It was the Chinese kid who noticed Saeed's pass.

Then he retreated behind Said and intercepted the ball from outside his sight.

What kind of outrageous reading ability is this?

Is this really a quality that can only be found in Asian players, especially Chinese players?

On the field.

Wu Lei charged toward the corner flag area.

Spread your arms wide and roar to the sky.

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In just a few seconds.

The Chinese players huddled together.

"Awesome!"

"Well done!"

How did you see that ball?

"I didn't even notice Jiang Ning had already inserted it—"

the other side.

Said's mind was still replaying the ball he had just conceded.

"I do not understand----"

On the defensive line, several Qatari players shrugged at each other.

Nobody knows who to blame.

It took only ten seconds from intercepting the ball to scoring.

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The celebration is over.

Both teams returned to the center circle.

The referee blows the whistle.

The game continues.

Trailing by one goal, Qatar finally got serious.

The football kept moving around in the backfield.

The transmission speed has increased significantly.

The wing-back advanced significantly forward.

The midfielders pushed forward.

The overall formation began to move forward.

They were unwilling to accept losing to the Chinese team.

The 12th minute of the match.

Qatar launched an attack.

Said dribbles forward.

They continuously executed wall-hitting maneuvers with their teammates.

The ball quickly reached the edge of the penalty area.

Hatem suddenly sent a through ball.

Abdullah started his offside run.

"Danger!" He Wei exclaimed.

At a critical moment.

Feng Xiaoting anticipated this and took a step to the side to block the enemy's position.

They poked the ball out of bounds first.

Applause erupted from the stands.

"pretty!"

"That clearance was timely!"

The ball was quickly thrown out from the sideline.

Qatar continued its siege.

Muhed received the ball, turned, and attempted to cut inside from the flank.

Huang Bowen immediately pasted it on.

Both of them collided and fell to the ground simultaneously.

The football bounced backward.

Jiang Ming moved ahead of time and steadily controlled the ball.

That instant.

He looked up and observed.

The entire stadium seemed to unfold in my mind.

Qatar pushed too far forward.

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The three center-backs were positioned almost entirely around the center circle.

The large gap behind them was completely exposed.

opportunity!

Jiang Ming did not hesitate at all.

His right leg suddenly swung.

boom!

The football traced a beautiful arc, piercing the night sky above the San Suu Kyi Stadium.

[Pirlo's long pass guides the attack]

"Long pass!!"

"Looking for Wu Lei!!"

He Wei's voice suddenly rose.

The fans in the stands stood up.

The football spanned half the stadium.

It landed precisely behind the Qatari defense line.

Wu Lei has already started.

If we were to use an exaggerated word to describe Wu Lei, it would be...

That has to be—world-class positioning!

"Single-handed!"

"Wu Lei gets a one-on-one opportunity!"

Musa chased back desperately.

But they could only watch helplessly as the distance between them grew ever wider.

Wu Lei caught up with the ball first and dribbled into the penalty area.

Lecomte decisively abandoned his goal and launched an attack.

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened.

The entire San Suzaku Stadium held its breath.

however.

Wu Lei did not choose to shoot.

Instead, it is a selfless transmission!

The football rolled towards the center.

Back point.

Jiang Ning on the left side quickly cut in.

Facing an empty door.

Easy shot.

Swish!

White netting is raised.

2—0!

"Goal!!"

"Wu Lei understands his biggest weakness, so he chooses to selflessly pass the ball across the box!"

"Jiang Ning pounces and slots the ball into the empty net!"

"Two to zero!"

"China has extended their lead!"

"It's Jiang Ming again!"

"He delivered a precise long pass from the backfield, spanning over fifty meters!"

"Break through Qatar's entire defensive line!"

The San Suzaku Stadium erupted in cheers.

Countless fans embraced each other.

The cheers were deafening.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"Holy crap! Here we go again!"

"Jiang Ming's long pass was too exaggerated."

"Don't forget, he was used by Jardine as Pirlo in Monaco before."

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"His long-passing skills are absolutely top-notch."

"Haha, Wu Lei has finally learned how to pass the ball."

"Looks like he's also afraid of missing a chance in a life-or-death battle!"

"China's national football team is leading by two goals! Russia! Are we coming?!"

"Don't rush, there's still the final twelve rounds to go. We have to take it one step at a time."

Sidelines.

Coach Gao couldn't help but applaud.

He suddenly realized.

Jiang Ming's most terrifying aspect is not just his skills.

Rather, it's the ability to determine the outcome of a match.

Just give him some space.

He always manages to find an opportunity.

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This may be why Monaco manager Jardim relies on him so much.

One person can change the entire course of the war!

On the other hand, look at Qatar's bench.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

They were down by two goals before halftime.

This was a situation no one had anticipated.

Even Chinese fans wouldn't dare boast that their team could beat Qatar 2-0 at halftime.

After all, Hebei China Fortune's last victory against Qatar was twelve years ago.

The Chinese national football team back then was significantly stronger than it is now.

The game has restarted.

Qatar has completely suppressed the situation.

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They knew the game would be in danger if they didn't score soon.

23 minutes.

Said unleashed a sudden long-range shot from the edge of the penalty area.

Zeng Cheng made a diving save.

He lifted the ball over the crossbar with one hand.

Thunderous applause erupted from the stands.

26 minutes.

Qatar takes a corner kick.

Abdullah heads the ball into the goal.

Slightly off-center from the pillar.

This gave the entire audience a fright.

30 minutes.

Hatem takes a shot from outside the penalty area.

The football hit the side netting.

A series of attacks.

This allowed Qatar to gradually regain its confidence.

Sidelines.

Carreño kept waving his arms.

"Press it down!"

"Keep pressing!"

"Don't stop!"

Qatar pressed forward again.

A cross from the wing.

Feng Xiaoting leaped high into the air.

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Clearing the ball with a header.

The football flies towards the center circle.

Said prepares to stop the ball.

But just a moment before he touched the ball.

A red figure suddenly appeared.

Get the ball before he can take even half a step.

"It's Jiang Ming again!!!" He Wei shouted excitedly.

Said was completely stunned.

This is the second time tonight that this Chinese kid has intercepted the ball from him.

It wasn't a tackle or sliding tackle; it was a tackle made with physical strength.

Instead, it involves various forms of anticipation, positioning, and leg interception.

Compared to physical collisions.

It was this overwhelming superiority in overall strategy and football intelligence that caused Said even more pain.

Jiang Ming dribbles the ball forward.

Muhed lunged forward.

Jiang Ming lightly shifted his foot, directly shifting his opponent's center of gravity.

Hatem followed up, attempting to cover.

Jiang Ming suddenly changed direction.

Another breakthrough!

The two midfielders were quickly left behind.

The cheers from the stands grew louder and louder.

The entire stadium seemed to be shaking.

"Stop him!"

"Stop him!"

The Qatari players were shouting wildly.

All three center-backs simultaneously retreated.

Qatar's half of the pitch.

Wu Lei was lurking on the offside line.

Jiang Ning raised her hand on the left, asking for the ball.

Zhang Xizhe is ready to provide support on the right flank at any time.

Everyone assumed that Jiang Ming would choose a particular route to pass the ball.

Suddenly.

Jiang Ming slowed down as he approached the edge of the penalty area.

He leaned back.

Fold the calves.

Suddenly swing your leg!

Shoot!

boom!

The football exploded like a cannonball.

It roared out at an astonishing speed.

The air seemed to be torn apart.

Lecomte dived to make the save, his body fully extended.

His fingertips touched the football, and he felt a surge of joy.

"We should get that ball in!"

But the ball didn't stop because of his save.

Instead, he charged straight past his attempt to save him.

Like an unreasonable mad bull, it pushed open the red cloth!

Swish!

The white net behind me trembled.

3—0!

The San Suzaku Stadium fell silent again for a brief moment.

next second.

It exploded completely.

"Goal!!"

"World wave!!"

"Jiang Ming!!"

"He delivered a fantastic solo performance!!"

"Intercept!"

"breakthrough!"

"Long shot!"

"Qada's entire defensive line has been completely destroyed!"

In the stands.

Countless fans waved the national flag wildly.

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Someone jumped high into the air.

Some people were so moved that they shed tears.

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs.

"China!"

"Awesome!!"

"World Cup!!"

"Russia! Are we coming?!"

The live stream room went completely crazy.

Holy crap!!!

"Three to zero?"

"Really?"

"It's only eight o'clock, I shouldn't have drunk too much!"

"Is this our national football team?"

I won't be able to sleep tonight.

"China's national football team: 3-0 at halftime, you're easier to beat than the Maldives —"

Sidelines.

Coach Gao put his hands behind his head.

His face was filled with shock.

Even he didn't expect the match to turn out this way.

Leading, dominating, and then slaughtering.

All of this happened so suddenly.

the other side.

Carreño stood still.

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He remained silent for a long time.

Three to zero.

This score is like a knife.

It plunged deep into his chest.

All his confident remarks at the pre-match press conference now seem like a joke.

The game continues.

Qatar attempted a counterattack.

But morale has already been severely damaged.

China Fortune team gradually took control of the pace.

Hao Junmin and Huang Bowen kept passing the ball around.

Jiang Ming would occasionally retreat to provide support.

Sometimes they would advance and launch a preemptive strike.

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The game has entered the most comfortable rhythm for the Chinese national team.

The referee looked down at his watch.

Then a whistle was blown.

"Whoosh~whoosh"

The first half has ended.

The score was set at ————

3-0!!

The entire San Suu Kyi Stadium erupted in celebration.

All 50,000 fans stood up.

Thunderous applause erupted.

Cheers erupted.

Countless red flags fluttered in the wind.

Halftime is over.

Both sides returned to the stadium.

Compared to the first half.

The Qatari players looked visibly disappointed.

They comforted themselves.

"Anyway, we've already secured first place in the group, and several key players are absent."

"This loss was deserved —"

In contrast, the Chinese team...

Morale is soaring.

The chants of the 50,000 fans at the San Suu Kyi Stadium never ceased.

The deafening cheers echoed continuously.

After the start of the second half.

Qatar's passing quality and running enthusiasm were far inferior to those in the first half.

The match is in its 61rd minute.

China quickly launched a counterattack.

The ball was passed around three times before reaching the edge of the penalty area.

Wu Lei passes the ball horizontally.

Zhang Xizhe followed up with a shot.

The football struck the inside of the post and bounced into the goal.

September 12, 1986 – September 12, 2006!

"Goal!"

"The fourth one!"

"China has completely sealed the game!"

He Wei's voice trembled with excitement.

He had never seen the Chinese team's attack so fluid.

Qatar's coach, Careño, plopped back down on the bench.

He no longer stands up to give directions.

Because the outcome of the match had already been decided.

The Qatari players' morale was completely shattered.

The final moments of the game.

China Fortune team has another chance.

Hao Junmin delivered a through pass from midfield.

Jiang Ming received the ball with his back to the goal.

He turned and dribbled forward.

After attracting three defenders in succession.

With a slight flick of the toes.

The football crossed the entire defensive line.

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Wu Lei makes a high-speed forward run.

One-on-one!

This time.

He neither passed the ball nor hesitated.

Facing the onrushing goalkeeper.

With a gentle push of the right foot.

The football rolled along the grass into the far corner.

5—0!

"Goal!!"

"Wu Lei scores twice!!"

"His one-on-one shot didn't miss!"

"Five to zero!!"

"The Chinese team achieved a miraculous score!"

"They utterly crushed Qatar, who had already secured first place in the group, at the San Suu Kyi Stadium!"

"After twelve years, we have once again defeated a strong West Asian team!"

On the stands.

Many veteran fans already had tears in their eyes.

They had waited far too many years for this moment.

Time passed by, second by second.

The match has entered stoppage time.

The Chinese team calmly controlled the pace of the game.

Everyone was waiting for the final whistle.

We await this resounding victory.

The referee looked down at his watch.

He then put the whistle in his mouth.

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The match has ended.

The San Suzaku Stadium was transformed into a sea of ​​revelry.

Fifty thousand fans stood up at the same time.

cheer.

Shouts.

applause.

On the scoreboard.

The bright red numbers were incredibly dazzling.

5—0.

Hebei China Fortune thrashed Qatar at home!

Jiang Ming stood in the center of the stadium.

Slowly raise your head to look at the stands.

Red flags fluttered in the wind all over the sky.

That night.

It belongs to the Holy Vermilion Bird.

Belongs to Chinese fans.

It belongs to Chinese football!

The final round of 12 —

One step closer to Russia!

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