When Wang Ai almost stretched his neck to see clearly where the football would land, he opened his arms, raised his head and said "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" in the direction of his teammates, the coaching bench, the stands, and the direction he subconsciously thought was the fans.
Running or flying, leaving behind a series of meaningless roars.
Just two seconds after he turned around and ran, the referee's whistle sounded to confirm that the goal was valid. Before the whistle fell, the ancient city of Wuhan was already rumbling with cannons! The long-awaited game in the streets, alleys, and parks and squares
Fans have already squatted in front of the fireworks, waiting for the last moment to come.
Yes, there are still three minutes left, but who cares. Behind Wang Ai's running figure, there is a stream of white people, and there are pools of clay dolls kneeling on the ground crying. Brilliant fireworks illuminate the dark night sky
, dyeing the gray cumulonimbus clouds colorful.
Countless fans were jumping in the stands, applauding, and hugging people nearby; in countless bars, drinks were splashing and applause turned off the roof; in countless squares, passionate college students held up flags and shouted slogans as they marched around the stadium.
. Chinese fans are also wild, but our football has never given them such an opportunity to release themselves. They can only look at the computer in vain and enviously to experience the carnival of foreign fans.
Today, it's finally our turn!
Facing the flying Dr. Wang, there was a flood of coaches, substitutes, team doctors, team leaders, press officers, and Lao Shen taking the lead. His shabby jacket was fluttering in the wind. He didn't even know he had dropped his notebook and pen.
He was hugged by Dewey, Zhang Yaokun, Xu Liang and others and thrown high into the sky.
The ecstasy dispersed the rationality in the minds of assistant coaches such as Chen Jingang, Tang Pengju, Wang Jianying, Sun Chengyao, etc. They ran around like headless chickens. Even Yan Shiduo in the stands subconsciously stood down and instinctively wanted to rush down, but unfortunately his body
He moved and then sat down slumped. At this moment, he really envied people who could release themselves unscrupulously.
"Laoqu!" Wang Ai didn't squeeze in to launch Shen Xiangfu into outer space among his teammates, but instead pounced on Qu Bo, who was sitting cross-legged on a stretcher: "Laoqu, qualified, qualified! Laoqu!
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"Well, I qualified." Qu Bo had mixed feelings, but he seemed a little calm.
"Come with me!" Wang Ai bent down and pulled up Qu Bo. Regardless of whether he was dizzy or something, he pulled him and ran onto the green field. Following Wang Aila's staggering footsteps, Qu Bo
My mind gradually relaxed.
Yes, I have qualified. After four years of hard work, I have qualified. From the National Youth League to the National Olympics, I have gone through many hardships, experienced countless censures and troughs, and finally, I have qualified!
During the most difficult period of the National Olympics, Qu Bo fell ill and retired again. Head coach Shen Xiangfu faced the doubts from the outside world alone. In order to prevent several years of hard work from being wasted, he worked hard to strengthen training, but almost went too far. Fortunately, Wang Ai arrived in time.
, intervened in a quarrel, forcibly reversed the unfavorable direction of the National Olympics, brought more scientific training and a healthier diet to this team, and finally made this National Olympics team the most famous since the founding of New China.
Team, start well and finish well.
Thinking of the countless days and nights from the age of 18 to 23, Qu Bo ran and burst into tears. When Wang Ai was tired from running, he waved to the stands, jumped up, and hugged Wang Ai.
Ai, choked with sobs, whispered in his ear: "Thank you, thank you, Xiao Wang, thank you."
"What did you say?" Wang Ai didn't have Qu Bo's deep emotions for this team. He was only filled with ecstasy now. On the night of Wulihe three years ago, he was just a witness, but today's victory in the Wuhan defense battle,
He is a part of it.
The sense of accomplishment of personally promoting historical change is something that even Qu Bo cannot experience.
Qu Bo abandoned Xiao Wang who was gloating about his misfortune and ran to find Dewey and others to celebrate. In fact, it was only then that the referee quietly blew the whistle twice in the corner, which was considered the end of the game. But, who
No matter what, even if the South Korean team is given another minute, what will happen? The referee cannot stop the carnival in front of them. So, there is no second stoppage time in the stoppage time. Even if the game restarts, it will still be a kick-off.
The whistle and the final whistle come together.
The running was getting hot. Wang Ai took off his clothes and waved while running. Just as he was about to climb over the billboard, he was stopped by Chen Jinjiang: "Okay, okay, come with us to thank the fans. If you don't feel like it, continue later."
run."
Wang Ai was pulled back to the middle of the team. At this time, the Korean team had all left the field to silently wait for the storm of Korean public opinion. All members of the Chinese Olympic Games stood in a row, led by the disheveled old Shen, and walked towards the still-still
Fans singing "Ode to the Motherland" bowed in the stands.
From 1988 to 2004, 16 years later, we finally went to the Olympics again. The fans who witnessed this historical scene with their own eyes were unwilling to leave. The staff then brought flags one after another, and the team members were like Wang Junxia back then.
Wrapped in the national flag and walking around the stadium, this is the treatment they have dreamed of for many years.
Shen Xiangfu was interviewed by CCTV Sports Channel reporter Lin Long on the sidelines: "Four years have passed, and I can finally report my work achievements to the motherland and the people. I would like to thank the leadership, thank the society, and thank the fans across the country. This time I, Xiao Shen, did not
Let down the expectations of the motherland and the people. This is not the performance of me alone, but of our team. This is what Chinese football has accumulated over the years. It is the experience and lessons left to us by countless predecessors without reservation. Although our Chinese football
There are still many lessons to be made up for, but at this moment, let us be happy together. Let us be happy together. We have been dull for too long. I...I..."
Lao Shen couldn't talk anymore and burst into tears.
In this team, which has placed the hope of fans across the country, the core of all pressure is directed at him, Shen Xiangfu. He used to be a famous pistachio player in the Beijing team and the national team, but he rarely smiled in the past few years. Success and failure are often common.
In just one thought, hell and heaven often consist of dozens of minutes of games and a few key decisions. Lao Shen feels that there is no more exciting career than being a national football coach. The ups and downs of life, the great sorrows and great joys are all concentrated in these few
At the beginning of the year.
A 519 incident ruined the rest of Zeng Xuelin's life; a defeat in Singapore caused Su Yongshun to leave for Canada. Except for the lucky and cunning Milu, all national football coaches came to work under huge pressure and left the field amid huge scoldings.
Yes, many people will not be able to get out for the rest of their lives. Compared with the high income of foreign coaches, local coaches like Qi Wusheng who only have dedication are the ones who suffer the most. I hear a lot of scolding, but I want to escape, but I can't.
Why? When the leader says that the national football team needs you, when the national football team needs to produce results to meet the expectations of the fans, you must step forward even though you know that there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead.
Why? Because, I care!
This chapter has been completed!