This is the day of victory, this is the night of dreams, this is the moment of passion and long-lasting memories, this is also the moment of carnival, sway, laughter and tears. Even Comrade **** did not stop the national team members.
They had a carnival in the locker room, and even joined in and sang along with everyone else, clapping time!
Leaders always say that Wang Ai grew up under their noses, so why not the 85 National Youth League? When Wang Ai became famous in Europe and represented the Chinese people, he broke the world's shallow understanding of Chinese people again and again.
A group of people behind him were also moving forward with heavy loads, and they were also in the sight of the leaders.
Even, I will care about them more.
Because they don't have Wang Ai's family background, Wang Ai's wisdom, and Wang Ai's strength, they can only follow their leader and redouble their efforts.
A flower blooming alone is not spring. If you want to truly set off China's international image and truly inspire the confidence of the Chinese nation, Wang Ai alone cannot do it. Only a group of heroes, a group portrait of heroes, can
It is China and it is the Chinese people.
Just like the women's volleyball team that has won five consecutive championships, Lang Ping is certainly the representative, but Lang Ping is not the "women's volleyball team". A group of people including Lang Ping are the "women's volleyball team" and the "women's volleyball spirit"!
Witnessing with my own eyes that this team, which didn’t even have a single team member back then, slowly grew and thrived from a corner, and gradually became the strongest in China, the strongest in Asia, and even the strongest in the world, the members of this team certainly enjoyed the growth.
Happiness, the glory of dreams coming true, in the eyes of coaches and leaders, is not the joy that the seedlings they planted have turned into towering trees.
Isn't it the satisfaction of being a well-cared-for spark that eventually turns into a prairie fire?
Students have the beauty of students, teachers have the beauty of teachers, and schools also have the beauty of schools.
When everyone took the bus to leave the Football City Stadium, there were Chinese fans waiting in the night wind, chasing the slow bus and shouting slogans crazily. Through the bus window, they saw a group of men in their thirties and forties with tears on their faces.
The crazy look of a boy or girl meeting their idol shocked everyone. Wang Ai wanted to open the car window and throw out his sneakers and jerseys, but was stopped by Yan Shiduo. He meant that there were too many people outside and he was too excited.
, you have good intentions when you throw things out, but it would be bad if there is a stampede when everyone is fighting for it.
Wang Ai heard the same thing, but he didn't know how to comfort these strangers and enthusiastic people outside the car window, so he could only ask the driver to drive slower. Everyone, everyone, lay on the car window and tried their best to
Leave your smiling faces to them and try to keep them in their beautiful memories.
The car was quiet. Just now, there was only the ecstasy of a dream coming true, and the elation of fulfilling one's life's ambition. At this moment, this wanton passion finally found its root: Why are we working so hard? Isn't it just for the view outside the car window?
Are these ordinary people?
Lao Gao wiped the corners of his eyes in the front row and stood up and turned around: "I will return to China tomorrow as planned, and then there will be a lot of things. If I want to tell you something from my heart, there may not be such a suitable occasion. Besides, after all,
After leaving this village, you may not be in this mood anymore, and some of you may not be in the team when the next training camp comes."
Whether it was player leader Wang Ai or Big Brother's Bai Guanghai, Sun Jihai was silently looking at Gao Hongbo, who was as thin as a bamboo pole in the carriage.
"I have always felt that I was very lucky. I had no talent. When I went to study in the UK, I was asked to come back to lead the junior high school students before I could finish my studies. I just worked hard and learned what I am today. Now that I think about it, I am completely confused.
I have been living in confusion for more than ten years." Lao Gao's voice flowed like a stream in the car: "Actually, if I knew that you could grow to where you are today, it would never be my turn, a newbie who has not even obtained a coaching certificate.
Come and take you. Now I can even predict what the Chinese newspapers will write about me tomorrow, but I know it myself. I know very clearly that I have no talent. It is your tireless hard work and hard work for more than ten years that has made me what I am.
It is you who have trained without slacking off for more than ten years to create such a strong Chinese team. It was even you who first proposed the goal of winning the championship, formulated a plan to win the championship, and asked experts to jointly develop this set of Chinese football team and Chinese football team.
The innovative tactical system has made us what we are today.”
"So... it stands to reason that I should give you each one hundred and eighty thousand, but I guess you don't like my small amount of money. Then I... have nothing else, just bow to you.
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After finishing speaking, Lao Gao cupped his fists and was about to bend down. Wang Ai shouted "Director Gao" and stood up immediately. People stood up one after another, but Lao Gao pushed Dong Fangzhuo's arm away and forced himself to complete the 90 degrees.
He stood up and waved his hands: "It's okay. I may still be the coach for a few more years. After today, you still have to be obedient..."
Speaking of this, Lao Gao looked down at the gold medal on his chest and suddenly laughed: "I never expected that I, who have never played in a World Cup, could actually bring out a World Cup champion. Damn it."
It’s all worth it!”
Everyone burst out laughing, and Lao Bai shouted in the crowd: "Me too, I can still get a World Cup bronze boot when I retire. Who knew me Xiao Bai a few years ago? He sold me for 500,000 yuan!"
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Qu Boxiao's eyes narrowed into a thin line, and he rarely spoke: "As a patient, I feel that I am worth it. Although I only played for 15 minutes in this World Cup, the most critical goal in the final was my assist.
In the past 20 years of practicing football, these 15 minutes are worth it."
Wang Ai hugged Qu Bo's shoulders and said loudly with a smile: "Yes, life does not lie in eternity, but in the glory of the moment!"
Zhao Xuri and Chen Tao looked back with a smile to see Wang Ai teasing Qu Bo, but Wang Ai suddenly pointed at the two of them: "You two should also share your feelings, so as not to hold it back and get sick, everyone should talk about it, this big happy event needs to be vented.
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Chen Tao opened his mouth, but in the end his face turned red: "I'll invite everyone to sing when I return to Beijing!"
Instead, Zhao Xuri said something unrelated: "Boss, do you have to speak when you return to Beijing tomorrow?"
"Ah?" Wang Ai thought for a moment and nodded: "There should be this program."
"Then it's up to you to do the talking, right?"
"You tell me."
"Boss..." Zhao Xuri said with a bitter face: "I just simulated it in my mind. Even if I don't stutter, I will definitely be dry. Should you do it?"
"It's okay, I'll write a manuscript for you."
"I'm just like this after reading the manuscript you wrote." Zhao Xuri complained: "I can't read your manuscript at all. Forget about other occasions. Just let me practice again."
"Okay." Wang Ai agreed, and coldly noticed that Dong Fangzhuo was smiling silly with his mouth open, and pointed at him: "Old Dong, say a few words."
Dong Fangzhuo raised his arm with a smile: "The boss is awesome!"
This chapter has been completed!