Chapter 1 Aftermath

After the start of the second half, Colombia swept away the sluggishness of the first half and launched an aggressive attack on the Chinese team's territory.

This change caught the Chinese team, who felt good about themselves during halftime, somewhat off guard, so they resisted very awkwardly at the beginning. Colombia's offensive surged higher and higher, and the Colombian fans shouted excitedly, like a woman reaching climax.

In this situation, Qiu Suhui's expression was serious, Yang Pan's expression was serious, Li Yongle's expression was serious, Liu Peng, Li Suisheng and others' expressions were serious, but An Ke was full of excitement, constantly roaring excitedly – the opportunity for performance he had been waiting for had finally arrived!

"Mine!" An Ke roared, then firmly pressed Jones' shot to the ground.

In the early stages of the second half, Jones learned his lesson. He didn't confront Xiang Tao head-on on the left, but ran to the right to bully Li Suisheng, who was slow to turn around. It worked, and he quickly got two shooting opportunities. Unfortunately, all of his shots were saved by An Ke.

Qiu Suhui muttered to himself below: "No, this won't work. I never want my team's goalkeeper to be the protagonist..." He stood up from his seat, the first time he had stood up from his seat in this match.

Standing on the sidelines, he blew a loud whistle. When Yang Pan turned to look at him, he pushed forward with both hands, indicating that the team should press forward and not always let Colombia dominate the game like this.

Subsequently, the Chinese team tried to press forward, but due to a passing error in the frontcourt, they were intercepted and a counterattack was launched. The empty backcourt became an excellent place for Jones to display his speed.

Abelani's through ball was imaginative and accurate, passing through the Chinese team's defense and directly to an open area in front. Jones maximized his speed, wanting to vent all the frustration of being suppressed by Xiang Tao in the first half in this attack!

"A gap has appeared in the Chinese team's defense! Jones gets the ball, this is their chance! The Chinese team is in danger! A one-on-one!"

Jones caught up with the ball and took two steps. He was confident that no one could catch up with his speed in this situation – he was not on the left guarded by Xiang Tao, but on the right. He knew that Li Suisheng was slow and definitely couldn't catch up, so he was more than sixty percent sure of scoring on this one-on-one.

He deliberately slowed down to adjust himself.

At this moment, in the noisy stadium, he heard Abelani's voice: "John! Run! Behind!!" The intermittent shouts made Jones understand what was happening: a pursuer was coming!

But from such a distance, which pursuer could catch up?

He looked back curiously, and immediately gasped!

He saw that the opposing team's number 13 defender was rushing towards him with the speed of a forward.

Damn it!

Jones hurriedly dribbled the ball towards the goal, wanting to shoot the ball in before the opponent caught up with him.

An Ke came out to block the angle, and Jones planned to chip the ball over An Ke. Just as he swung his foot, Xiang Tao arrived. He slid towards the ball at Jones' feet at high speed. This was a very risky move, which could easily result in a foul inside the penalty area, but Xiang Tao had no choice.

Jones kicked the ball, but Xiang Tao had already poked it a little off course in advance. He didn't kick the correct part, and the ball leaped high into the air, then flew high over the crossbar.

After realizing that something was wrong with the ball, Jones didn't even look at Xiang Tao under him, and immediately his knees buckled, and he fell forward to the ground, trying to get a penalty kick from the referee.

Xiang Tao quickly raised his hands, indicating that he had not committed a foul.

An Ke raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and kept shaking it, indicating that the opponent was diving.

The referee ignored the dispute in the penalty area and let An Ke take a goal kick.

Jones punched the ground hard, then jumped up from the ground. It was all his fault for being too careless. If he had shot earlier, he might have scored.

"...Ten minutes, Colombia has the upper hand. I even thought this wasn't the Chinese team," Li Yan looked at the soccer field and muttered to himself. "Too complacent, right? Four years ago, they were complacent, and we benefited. Four years later, we are complacent, and they benefit? What is that idiot Qiu Suhui thinking?!" He angrily hammered the iron handrail in front of him. "Oh! Damn it!" He yelled in pain.

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Qiu Suhui roared loudly from the sidelines: "Press up! Press up! But I didn't tell you to give up defending! Bastards! Did the first half make you forget how to play football?!"

He smelled danger. Although Jones' shot didn't go in, it was just luck. If it happened again, he believed that the striker would definitely not waste it again. Such a situation could not be allowed to happen again! For a team with lofty ideals and ambitions, if they couldn't win against Colombia, then everything they said before was empty talk, nonsense, and bragging!

Kru sighed. During Colombia's series of attacks just now, An Ke was happy, and Xiang Tao was also happy, but he hadn't had any performance yet. He was very unhappy.

Kru turned his back to the direction of the attack and raised his hand to ask Li Yongle for the ball.

Li Yongle looked at the situation around him. Passing to Kru was the best choice, even though there was a defensive midfielder right behind him.

Kru signaled for a half-high ball, not a ground ball. Li Yongle didn't know what Kru wanted to do, but he did as he was told.

The accurately controlled ball flew to Kru. Kru leaned against the opposing defensive midfielder, then hooked the ball with the toe of his left foot while turning around in the other direction.

Pass!

He passed it to Yang Pan, who was supporting him beside him.

Yang Pan directly used his head to pass the ball back to Kru, who was cutting in, a one-two!

Kru stopped the ball with his chest. At this moment, the defensive midfielder responsible for marking him also caught up. Kru lightly flicked the ball with his right foot again, and the ball flew over the opponent's head. Then, he turned around, padded the falling ball forward with his thigh, and started!

The ball fell again, and Kru's right foot brought the ball in front of him with the outside of his foot, then lightly flicked it again, like a juggling act, to get past the opponent!

"Here it comes! Kru's superb technique!" The commentator shouted excitedly, and the fans also screamed excitedly.

Many neutral fans liked to watch the Chinese team's games. Why? Because there was a player like Kru who could always bring joy and surprises to the fans, a midfield acrobat.

Kru, who had gotten past two opposing defensive players, didn't continue to dribble the ball, although the audience would definitely want Kru to dribble all the way to the end at this time. However, Kru didn't play like this to satisfy the audience.

Now it was Zhang Jun's turn to perform.

He volleyed the ball over the heads of the Colombian defenders and towards the front.

The fans were still annoyed that Kru didn't continue to dribble the ball, but when they saw who was receiving the ball, they no longer complained.

Zhang Jun unloaded the ball with his left foot and then dribbled the ball.

At the same time, the opposing captain, Orozco, quickly slid towards Zhang Jun from the side, hoping to stop the Chinese team's attack.

This was a very fierce tackle. If he wasn't careful, it could have serious consequences – injury. Orozco knew that Zhang Jun had been injured before. He believed that Zhang Jun must have a kind of fear in his heart about this kind of tackle, just like the Brazilian defender tackled Beckham in the 2002 World Cup. As long as he could force the opponent to give up the ball, then this defense would be considered successful.

Unfortunately, he was wrong. Zhang Jun was never the kind of person who would take the initiative to give up.

He quickly stretched his foot forward to poke the ball forward, and then took off with the force of the sprint.

Orozco looked up and saw the winter sun hanging in the sky. The sunlight was dazzling. He squinted and could only see a black shadow covering the sun, covering most of the sky.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. He saw a person flying in the sky.

Zhang Jun jumped to avoid Orozco's tackle, and then landed to chase the ball. At this time, Cassotti came out to attack. Zhang Jun did not give Cassotti a chance to further narrow the distance between the two and block the shooting angle. He decisively shot, and the ball went through Cassotti's legs and into the goal behind him.

"Goooooooooooooooooal! Zhang—Jun!!! Zhang—Jun—!!" The commentator roared wildly. From before the start of the match, the commentator had been waiting for this moment: as the best striker on the planet, how could he not score? How could he only have a few shots in the first half? How could he let others steal the show? Even the opponent's Jones was more dazzling than him.

Orozco, the Colombian center back, must have had the same idea, because when he looked up and saw Zhang Jun jumping over his body, he felt that Zhang was so dazzling, even more dazzling than the sun.

What qualities does the best striker need?

Efficiency.

Besides efficiency?

It also has to be beautiful... uh, I'm not talking about looks, but the goal has to be beautiful.

"This is Zhang Jun's first shot in the second half, and it pierced the goal guarded by the opposing goalkeeper Cassotti, through both the small and big doors! Beautiful! Zhang Jun scored his first goal in this World Cup, and his fifth goal in the World Cup overall!"

After scoring, Zhang Jun lowered his head and kissed the five-star red flag on his chest, which was his signature move after scoring for the national team.

Soon he was surrounded by more teammates, and a group of people celebrated his goal. Now the Chinese team was leading Colombia by two goals. In a World Cup match like this, leading by two goals meant that it would be difficult for the lagging team to equalize.

Colombia's counterattack at the beginning of the second half brought a dangerous atmosphere to the Chinese team. Just when everyone was worried about the Chinese team, Zhang Jun stood up and gave everyone a reassurance.

There was only one voice in Ellis Park Stadium, "Zhang Jun! Zhang Jun! Zhang Jun!!"

Zhang Jun stood in the center of the field, raising his arms, accepting the cheers of the audience like a hero.

Jones stood in the center circle with a look of dissatisfaction, ready to kick off. His eyes never left Zhang Jun's face. He felt that he could have scored that goal just now, but the support behind him was not strong enough. How could a Colombian midfield with only Abelani compete with a Chinese team midfield with Kru, Yang Pan, and Li Yongle!

Since his teammates couldn't give him more support, then he would create opportunities himself.

Jones made up his mind. After the restart of the match, he ran tirelessly in the frontcourt and actively counter-pressed, hoping to find an opportunity for him to score.

The Chinese team's defense only had three center backs, but the strength of these three center backs could not be underestimated. Jones was only slightly famous in Colombia and South America, but which of Li Suisheng, Liu Peng, and Xiang Tao didn't participate in the Champions League every year? Not to mention personal ability, even in terms of experience, Jones couldn't compare to them.

He originally thought that Li Suisheng was slow and was an easy target for him to bully. He didn't expect that Li Suisheng's positioning was very accurate and he could always use the least amount of movement to contain his breakthrough – people simply didn't need to compete with Jones in speed.

An Ke leisurely wanted to sleep in front of the goal. He couldn't help but yawn. This action was keenly captured by the television broadcast and Sophie's camera. It was estimated that this photo could be on the front page of almost all newspapers tomorrow: because this was the best annotation for the match between the Chinese team and the Colombian team.

Qiu Suhui was still standing on the sidelines, and he didn't go back to rest. "Don't give them a chance, not even one chance! Score as many as you can! End this match early! This is the weakest opponent in the group, we don't need to waste too much energy on them! Damn it!" Qiu Suhui couldn't help but curse.

In his opinion, 2:0 was not enough for a team like Colombia!

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Li Yongle didn't choose to pass the ball to Kru, but directly made a diagonal long pass to the right. Yang Pan cut in at high speed, extended his right foot to unload the ball in the air, and then accelerated again, throwing off the Colombian player following him.

Yang Pan's straight-line speed was one of the best in the world of football today, and the Colombians couldn't catch up with him at all.

Cassotti became nervous again, afraid that Yang Pan would cut inside to shoot again. He directed a defender to move closer to the wing to contain Yang Pan's attempt to shoot.

But he didn't cut diagonally into the penalty area, but looked at the front of the goal and crossed!

Now in front of the Colombian goal was Wu Shangshan, and Kru, Zhang Jun was on the outside, and he didn't rush to the front from the beginning. For a striker, to grab a teammate's cross from the wing, if you enter the position too early, you probably won't be able to grab it, unless you have Bierhoff's height and Vieri's body...

For Zhang Jun, who looked a little thin, it was even more unsuitable to squeeze in the crowd with a group of tall and strong defenders.

Wu Shangshan was in the front, and he attracted the attention of two defenders. But he was not the one who was shooting. His role was just to create opportunities for his teammates behind him and open up space.

Yang Pan's ball was not passed to him, nor was it passed to Kru behind him, but to...

Orozco jumped up, planning to head the ball out, but he quickly realized that something was wrong. A familiar black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him!

Like an eagle spreading its wings, Zhang Jun cut in at high speed from behind, then jumped high and flew towards the goal. Yes, flew!

A powerful header!

Orozco felt like he had crashed into a high-speed maglev train. The whole person was knocked away in the air!

Zhang Jun's body was not very strong, but he had speed. Even a small bird could not be underestimated when it flew at high speed. The poor Orozco became a victim of this impact.

Cassotti had no reaction at all. This close-range header flew into the goal behind him without any suspense!

The speed of the ball reminded Cassotti of Yang Pan's powerful shot in the first half.

"It's gooooal!!! It's gooooal! It's gooooal—Zhang Jun is in high spirits! His performance is impeccable! The second goal in this match! Completed in just ten minutes! This season he has won the top scorer honor in all the matches he has participated in. Is it the World Cup's turn now?" The commentator shouted excitedly.

The Chinese team was leading Colombia 3:0. The Chinese fans cheered, while the Colombian fans even had the heart to die.

After scoring, Zhang Jun still did not forget to kiss the national flag on his chest first, and then waved his fists violently, stirring up the emotions of the fans, and waving his fists with him.

Qiu Suhui stood on the sidelines, applauding, and then gave Zhang Jun a thumbs up. He was sincerely proud and proud of his disciple. When they first met, they were just unpolished raw stones. Now they were shining diamonds.

Li Yongle's long pass was timely and accurate, and Yang Pan's cross was almost as precise as a Swiss watch. And Zhang Jun's header from the back row could be said to be domineering - everyone who dared to block in front of him was knocked away! As long as he wanted to score, no one could stop him.

Rarely seen, Zhang Jun's way of scoring just now was quite rare. All along, he had given people the feeling of being elegant, conquering countless fans with his spiritually-filled shooting style. Such a domineering shot would definitely not be surprising if it appeared on Yang Pan.

Perhaps Zhang Jun had also undergone some changes due to the extraordinary success of this season.

A professional player, a professional player who carries the hope of Chinese football, a professional player who is worshipped by the people of Florence, can no longer be the little kid who just wants to play football happily with his friends...

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Zhang Jun's performance in the first half made many people feel that he was sleepwalking, while the two goals in the second half made those people feel how ignorant they were in the first half. They had personally experienced an unbreakable truth in the world of football: never doubt Zhang Jun, otherwise, you will only humiliate yourself.

Jones felt scared, because this Zhang Jun was really, really good, really good. Pro Evolution Soccer didn't lie to him. Orozco's body was the strongest in the back line, but such a strong person was directly knocked away by Zhang Jun! Knocked away!

Too terrifying. Jones himself was also very strong, but he never thought that he could knock Orozco away so easily. How much energy was still contained in Zhang Jun's seemingly thin body?

The subsequent game completely fell into the rhythm of the Chinese team, and the weakest team in this group completely failed to bring any more threats to the Chinese team.

The Chinese team's attacking combinations demonstrated all of the Chinese team's attacking routines to the audience watching the game around the world: breakthrough in the middle, cross from the bottom line, long shot,抢点 (qiang dian, seizing the point),补射 (bu she, follow-up shot), set-piece cooperation...

Qiu Suhui sat back in his chair, feeling much more at ease with three goals in hand.

The atmosphere of the stadium was completely ignited in the seventy-third minute.

At that time, Colombia organized a beautiful attack. Abelani's dribbling in the midfield attracted Li Yongle and Wang Yu, and then, while the Chinese team's attention was all on him, he suddenly made a very unconventional, very hidden, and very sudden through pass. Jones tacitly understood and cut in from the back, without being offside!

He received the ball without being marked. At this time, Jones's proud footwork was fully demonstrated, and he reproduced the brilliance of the top scorer of the World Youth Championship back then.

First, he used a feint to trick Liu Peng into shifting his center of gravity to the left, and then lightly flicked the ball with his right foot, breaking through Liu Peng's defense in a straight line. Then, he didn't give Xiang Tao a chance to catch up from behind and disrupt the play. He shot directly!

Although it was a bit hasty, it still made An Ke use his full strength. He soared into the air and grabbed the ball in his hands.

This attack won applause from everyone in the stadium except for the Chinese fans.

Most neutral fans don't like to see one-sided games. They hope that Colombia can be more competitive, show their momentum, and counterattack against the Chinese team.

An Ke held the ball and stood up from the ground. He looked at the situation in the frontcourt. Due to Colombia's attack just now, Wu Shangshan was ordered to retreat to defend, so there was only Zhang Jun. At this time, in principle, he should stabilize and wait for the Chinese team's frontcourt players to go up before kicking the ball.

But An Ke didn't do that. He looked at the position where Zhang Jun was and then directly kicked the ball towards the frontcourt.

It was obvious that this ball was for Zhang Jun.

Orozco was responsible for defending Zhang Jun. He was tightly attached to Zhang Jun from behind, planning to compete for the header with him.

The ball flew over most of the field and directly landed in the place where Zhang Jun and Orozco were entangled – An Ke's long kick was still very accurate.

Orozco felt that Zhang Jun's body was sinking. He knew that this was a precursor to jumping, so he followed by sinking his body, intending to jump with Zhang Jun.

The ball was coming. Orozco once again felt Zhang Jun's body beginning to rise, he was about to jump!

Orozco followed to jump, but was surprised to find that Zhang Jun did not jump, but turned and ran behind him!

A feint! He never wanted to compete with himself for the header from the beginning!

Orozco felt that he had been tricked!

Now he could only hope that his best jump could reach the ball and not let Zhang Jun's conspiracy succeed.

But An Ke's pass was very tricky, sticking close to Orozco's scalp and falling behind him.

Zhang Jun looked back at the ball and just saw Orozco topping the ball, he had a clear idea: this ball... was his!

Without slowing down during the run, he directly used his right foot to bring the ball forward, and then kicked it again and started to accelerate!

The fastest player in the Colombian defense was their right back - Victoria. The reason why the Chinese team's right-wing attack was more active than the left in this match was because Victoria contained Zhao Pengyu's performance on his defensive wing. Now he was rushing from the right wing to the center at high speed, hoping to seal off the dribbling route in front of Zhang Jun. Even if he couldn't intercept the ball, as long as he could hold Zhang Jun back and wait for his teammates on the back line to return to defense, he would be considered to have successfully completed his task.

Zhang Jun dribbled the ball with his head down. He saw the opposing defender who was quickly approaching him with the corner of his eye. Of course, he wouldn't let the opponent easily get entangled with him, nor did he intend to waste too much time on dealing with him, so he simply accelerated again and kicked the ball forward!

The distance from the center circle to the Colombian penalty area was only thirty meters. Zhang Jun ran all the way and sprinted with all his strength. Victoria originally thought that he could catch up with Zhang Jun with his speed, but he didn't expect that Zhang Jun's back was close at hand, but he saw his body bending over, and then suddenly he moved away from himself!

Now in the vast backcourt, there was only Zhang Jun and the opposing goalkeeper Cassotti. In this case, the Chinese commentator Wang Jianxiang had already begun to shout in advance: "One-on-one! Zhang Jun is sprinting with all his strength, he is one-on-one with Cassotti! This ball is definitely going in!"

Zhang Jun was very fast, and his fluttering hair gave people the illusion that he was not running, but flying.

Cassotti looked at the distance between Zhang Jun and gritted his teeth and abandoned the goal to attack!

Orozco was desperately returning to defense. He didn't chase Zhang Jun, but took a shortcut to the front of the goal, intending to block Zhang Jun's shot.

Zhang Jun entered the penalty area, and Orozco also cut into the penalty area from another angle. Cassotti pounced in front of Zhang Jun, lying down with his body, opening his arms, forming a moving line of defense.

Zhang Jun just skillfully pulled the ball to avoid Cassotti's obstruction, and then faced the empty goal, volleying the ball hard with the instep of his foot, sending the ball into the goal before Orozco!

"Hat trick!!!"

"Boom—!!" Ellis Park Stadium was like a volcano erupting. Red magma spewed out, and countless arms were waving wildly.

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"This is the Chinese team's first match in this World Cup, this is Zhang Jun's first match! He completed a hat trick! From receiving An Ke's pass, he ran nearly forty meters all the way, shook past the goalkeeper and scored! He is running towards the Golden Boot of this World Cup with all his strength! World Cup, we are here! Golden Boot, Zhang Jun is here!" Wang Jianxiang shouted madly, forgetting himself.

The Chinese team in this World Cup was super strong, and no matter how well they played in the group stage, it wouldn't give the audience much surprise anymore, but watching Zhang Jun complete his first hat trick in World Cup history in front of his eyes, Wang Jianxiang still couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart. He really wanted to take off the red T-shirt he was wearing, wave it in his hand like other fans, and then shout into the microphone: "It's so damn satisfying! It's so damn wonderful! It's so damn great!"

Zhang Jun had just kissed the national flag on his chest when he saw Kru running towards him and signaling him to follow. Then he knelt on one knee, grabbed Zhang Jun's shooting right foot, stepped on his thigh, and personally shined Zhang Jun's shoes!

If you understand Kru's personality, you can definitely drop an entire egg into your mouth at this time without feeling anything. Even Zhang Jun was surprised.

"This is a once-in-a-century scene!" The photographers excitedly photographed this scene.

"Hey, Kru, what are you doing..."

"This is what you deserve..." Kru smiled.

"Damn! You guys are so mushy!" Xiang Tao, who followed from behind, pounced on the two of them, knocking them both to the ground, and then more teammates swarmed up and pressed the three of them under their bodies.

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Cassotti lay on the grass and didn't want to get up. Participating in the World Cup for the first time filled him with many expectations, but he didn't expect that the first match would send him to hell. A goalkeeper conceded four goals in a match! What concept was that? Goalkeepers who weren't psychologically strong enough would directly have a gameover.

His chest heaved violently, and he covered his face with his hands. In the places where his hands didn't cover, bitter tears flowed out.

Jones roared at his teammates, unwilling to admit defeat: "What are you doing? What are you doing? The game is not over yet, we still have a chance! We still have a chance! Why aren't you saying anything? Get up, all of you!"

Abelani stepped forward and put his arm around him: "Stop yelling, John. We lost, this match. I told you, if we meet Zhang Jun, we will only lose even more miserably..."

"No! No! We didn't lose!" Jones struggled desperately, trying to break free from Abelani's hand. "You're lying, Martin. There are still more than ten minutes left in the game, how can we lose? We're only four goals behind, four goals... behind..." Jones himself felt that what he said was not very confident. The more he spoke, the smaller his voice became, and the more he struggled, the less strength he had. In the end, he simply lay on his friend Abelani's shoulder and sobbed softly.

For them, who were participating in the World Cup for the first time, they originally planned to make a big splash on this big stage, but they didn't expect to suffer such a heavy blow in the first match.

Because they were young, they were fearless. Because they were young, they had countless dreams. And because they were young, they always had to pay a considerable tuition fee, reap bitter tears, and valuable experience.

Sophie aimed her camera at Jones and Abelani. She felt that the expressions of these two people moved and shocked her. She saw in them the Chinese team who were unwilling to lose to Italy four years ago.

The next four years, if they can still appear in the World Cup finals, I believe they will definitely be able to have a performance that amazes the world.

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Abelani's clear understanding of the game was not only in passing and organization, but also in the overall situation. He said that the game was over, then the game was over. Afterwards, the Colombian coach replaced Abelani and Jones. They still had to prepare for the next two games.

When the game was about to end, Kru assisted Li Yongle to score a goal, bringing the final score to 5:0.

In the Chinese team's first match of this World Cup, they ushered in a hearty victory. This was something that many people had not expected before the game. Although Colombia was the weakest team in this group, they were not so weak that they could be slaughtered at will. Since Colombia was not too weak, then the Chinese team's performance in this match was too strong.

Especially Zhang Jun, as the only player who had scored a hat trick in the first round of the group stage so far, he had become the focus of everyone's attention.

Adriano threw away the newspaper and said to Kaka: "I have given up competing for the top scorer title in this World Cup. As long as the team can win the final championship, I will be satisfied."

Pazzini pointed to the photo of Kru shining Zhang Jun's shoes after Zhang Jun scored three goals in the newspaper and said to Bonera: "Look! Our captain! Our biggest threat! Damn it, my mood must be very strange when I play against them."

When Messi was interviewed, he was suddenly asked a question about Zhang Jun: "Hat trick? Zhang Jun has this ability. I believe he is the best striker in the world right now. I am not as good as him."

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Outside the hotel where the Chinese team was staying, the reporters who were lurking had increased geometrically, not only reporters from China and Asia, but more reporters from Europe and South America. It made Zhang Jun only dare to hide in the hotel every day except for training and dare not go out.

After saying those bold words at the airport, Zhang Jun once again proved the certainty of his words with his actual actions on the field, making the last person who suspected that he was talking nonsense shut up. He was not talking nonsense, nor was he a boring person who liked to find gimmicks for no reason. He was responsible for every sentence and every word he said. A person cannot stand without credibility. Either he doesn't say it, but if he says it, he will definitely do it.

Seven shots in a game, six shots on goal, and three goals. Zhang Jun completed one of his wishes: an efficient killer. This was the data he was pursuing.

As a frontline leader, it was shameful to waste every assist from his teammates.

The opponent in the second round of the group stage was Mexico, which was not weak and could be said to be very strong.

Against this team, the Chinese team had no chance of winning. Of course, Mexico had no chance of winning against them either. It all depended on on-the-spot performance and luck.

When the whole of China was still immersed in the joy of sweeping Colombia in the first round, Qiu Suhui and Hu Li were already studying the characteristics of Mexico.

Mexico was a team with delicate footwork and at the same time emphasized overall cooperation. They were praised in the world of football for their technical style.

The Chinese team's football was not technical, nor was it artistic enough. They were only somewhat labeled with "technical" because they had a Kru. In fact, Qiu Suhui's team was more comprehensive, with both technique and physicality, and emphasized teamwork. They didn't rely on just one characteristic. This was the Chinese team's advantage, they were more versatile.

In another match in this group, Mexico and Italy tied 1:1. Mexico's attack was vividly displayed in this match. After watching the video of this match, Qiu Suhui and Hu Li had a consensus: this match was full of variables.