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Chapter 35 Be Your Own Torch

 "Saria launched an attack from the wing... Juanma dribbled the ball in and passed the ball... He passed the football to the middle! There was Torado in the middle... eh?! A leak! Beautiful! Zhang Qinghuan!!

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Following He Feng's exclamation, everyone saw Zhang Qing directly swinging his right foot to welcome the football.

But this is the perspective of Chinese fans.

On the pitch, Catalan United center back Jimenez missed the ball and quickly made a diagonal run behind Saria forward Torado, attracting attention.

He noticed Torado's movement and the football was passed to Zhang Qinghuan.

In his mind, it was natural to think that Zhang Qinghuan would pass the ball directly to Torado, so that Torado could catch the ball behind them. After all, this was how Torado's shot just happened.

Jimenez doesn't know how good Zhang Qinghuan's shooting ability is, because after he comes on the field, he only passes the ball, and he is quite threatening...

So Torado must not be allowed to catch the ball!

Thinking of this, Jimenez quickly retreated, trying to stick to Torado.

At the same time, he was still paying attention to Zhang Qinghuan's movements.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Qing waved his leg to welcome the football.

It should be to pass the ball directly without stopping...

Just when Jimenez was thinking this, Zhang Qinghuan kicked the football!

The football drew a parabola and passed the Catalan United center back Fortune who was just in front of him. However, it did not fall towards Torado behind him, but... continued to fly towards the goal!

It was only then that Jimenez realized that the Chinese player was not passing the ball to Torado, but shooting directly!

He turned around in a hurry and saw goalkeeper teammate Cordero in the air, waving towards the football.

But he didn't touch the ball!

In Jimenez's wide eyes, the football fell into the goal...

"Zhang Qinghuan——beautiful!!! Beautiful!!! World wave——!! Beautiful!!!" He Feng and Yan Kang raised their arms and shouted at the same time in the studio.

"The first goal in La Liga is born! This is a historic moment, audience friends! This is not only Zhang Qinghuan's first goal in La Liga, but also the first goal for a Chinese player in La Liga! At the same time, Zhang Qinghuan is also Hu Jintao's first goal in La Liga!

After Lai, the first Chinese player to score the goal of a European giant team!"

After the goal was scored, the entire Parrot Stadium burst into cheers. Countless Sarria fans jumped up from their seats and cheered.

The pronunciation of the three characters "Zhang Qinghuan" was too difficult for them, so they kept chanting Zhang Qinghuan's surname.

"ZHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!"

There are many international students studying in Spain in the stands. Almost all of them are fans of Catalonia United, a powerful team, but at this moment, they are also cheering in the stands.

So much so that when the television cameras panned to the stands, fans with obviously oriental faces could be seen waving their arms for Zhang Qinghuan's goal and shouting loudly at the camera lens.

Judging by the shape of his mouth, what he shouted should be: "Fuck! Zhang Qinghuan is awesome!! Awesome!!"

It's just that under his ordinary black jacket, the Catalan United jersey is clearly visible...

This scene made the Chinese fans in front of the TV burst into laughter.

Obviously, this guy is a Catalan United fan.

But at this moment, between his home team and his motherland, he sided with his motherland without hesitation.

Cheering for the historic moment of the Chinese players.

At this moment, the face of this Catalan United fan could not see the frustration and pain of his home team being tied at the last minute...

So despite the fact that Chinese fans usually fight over their home teams in Europe, if their own players really play in Europe, what do those home teams count?

Hulay has fully proved this in the Premier League.

Now it's the turn of the Chinese fans of La Liga's giants.

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Amidst the huge cheers, Zhang Qinghuan, who scored the goal, turned to look at the Catalan United goal to confirm that he had really scored, and then ran to the corner flag area to celebrate the goal.

While running, he pointed his hands towards the sky and looked up.

Dad, did you see it? Your son’s first European goal!

He was quickly rushed towards and hugged by his excited teammates.

Everyone roared in his ears excitedly.

The team's head coach Casas and his assistants also hugged each other.

"Aha!!" The assistant coach next to Casas laughed, "We really equalized the score!!"

Casas didn't respond to him, just turned to look at the corner flag area.

There, Zhang Qinghuan, the hero of the goal, was surrounded by his teammates and could not be seen at all.

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"Zhang! Zhang! Zhang! Qing! Huan!" The British commentator on the TV tried his best to pronounce Zhang Qinghuan's name, although it sounded a bit like "Chang Jinhan"...

"This is his first goal in La Liga! He is also the second Chinese player to score in the top European leagues after Hu! With five or six minutes left in the game, his goal helped Salvador

Riya equalized the score, 2:2! It is truly a Barcelona derby. The powerful Catalan United will fall at the feet of Saria this time... Ha!"

As a commentator on a British television station, he watched the fire from across the bank, just to watch the excitement and not take it too seriously.

If Catalonia defeats Saria, it will be just another victory against Saria in the past few seasons.

How could Sarria's desperate counterattack and draw with Catalonia be more eye-catching?

"Zhang and Hu were club teammates when they were playing in China. After the World Cup, he moved to Saria, a team in the middle and lower reaches of La Liga. His performance was not very good at first, but now as he gradually adapts, his performance has improved.

Things are getting better...this goal is proof of that...actually the few performances he had before the goal were outstanding."

The British commentator introduced this Chinese player who is relatively unfamiliar to the British audience.

This is also because Zhang Qinghuan and Hu Lai are somewhat related, otherwise the British commentator might not have introduced so much.

After Zhang Qinghuan scored, Hu Lai immediately slapped his thigh: "Brother Huan is awesome!! Fuck! Awesome!! Haha!"

In addition to him, today's Chinese players finally have someone who can score goals in Europe's top leagues!

He does not feel that he has been robbed of the limelight at all. On the contrary, he only hopes that there will be more and more people like this and that such things will become more and more frequent.

After all...who doesn't want to be surrounded by a group of teammates who are as good as themselves?

Only when everyone is strong can they perform better in the World Cup.

This World Cup trip has exposed this problem very obviously.

Except for Hu Lai and Luo Kai, the level of the rest of the team has serious shortcomings and shortcomings when competing with other teams in the World Cup.

The Chinese team scored six goals in the World Cup, which is not a small number of goals. However, five of the goals were scored by Hu Lai, and they are very dependent on Hu Lai as a scoring point.

The remaining goal was scored by Luo Kai.

The two players who scored the goals were the only players playing in Europe at the time. Is this a simple coincidence?

of course not.

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Saria's celebration after equalizing the score was a bit crazy and lasted for more than a minute before ending.

Only then did Zhang Qinghuan emerge from the crowd. He waved to the Sarria fans in the stands and thanked the Chinese fans who came specifically to support him.

Sarria fans in the stands responded to his wave by shouting his last name loudly.

For this first Chinese player in the club's history, they truly accepted and accommodated him at this moment.

Because any player who can score the Catalan United goal in the Barcelona derby will receive the unreserved love of these fans.

Seeing this scene, Yong Jun in the box kept standing as he had just stood up to applaud, and smiled at Zhang Qinghuan.

Although he is very calm now, when Zhang Qinghuan scored, he was ejected directly from the chair.

Then he waved his fists in the box and roared loudly as if no one was watching.

Now the emotions have been vented just now.

He just looked at Qing Huan with a smile.

Very good……

After Hu Lai, Qing Huan, you finally took that crucial step!

Keep moving forward, taking big strides.

Although your feet will never be flat, I wish you a sure-footed step forward!

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"Beautiful! Beautiful! Zhang Qinghuan!! Beautiful!!"

On the TV, the commentator He Feng was shouting excitedly. There was a petite figure lying on the bed, burying his head deeply in the bed, and beating the mattress with his fist one after another, making a muffled sound.

ring.

When she raised her head from her bent body again, there was a happy smile on her face, and there were also shining tears.

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"Brother Huan is so awesome...this shot is so beautiful!"

In the Netherlands, Italy, Portugal.

Several young people expressed this emotion in front of the TV screen.

Although they are in different positions from Zhang Qinghuan, scoring goals is not necessarily a common thing for them, but they heard the roar of the fans and saw countless pairs of arms waving and swaying for Zhang Qinghuan's goal...

That scene still fascinated them.

Zhang Qinghuan proved to them with this goal that in this European football environment that is a hundred times crueler than in China, in addition to Hu Lai, others can also reap their own highlight moments.

They don't necessarily have to be the most dazzling existence like Hu Lai, but they can also shine on their own and become the torch that illuminates the path under their feet.

Huan Ge, the oldest among them, has already ignited himself. This goal in the Barcelona derby will make his future journey much easier.

In the eyes of these young people, Brother Huan not only lit up the path under his own feet, but also lit a torch in their hearts, making them feel warm in their hearts...

At this time, their mobile phones invariably rang with new message alerts.

Although they were thousands of miles apart, everyone picked up their phones in tacit understanding, and then saw this sentence from Hu Lai in the group:

"Congratulations to Brother Xiangxiang, congratulations to Brother Xiangxiang! In order to celebrate Liuyang's first goal, don't forget to send red envelopes in the group after the game!"

The self-movement I felt just now disappeared all of a sudden...

Wang Guangwei: “Fuck!”

Xia Xiaoyu:[covering face]

Chen Xingyi: "Brother Huan is not here now, so I will say for him: 'What the hell are you doing, Hu Lai!'"

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Hu Lai laughed and put down his mobile phone, and heard the British TV commentator on the TV saying:

"... Dear viewers, I'm sorry to correct a mistake just now - Zhang is not the second Chinese player to score in the top European leagues after Hu. Luo, who was loaned to Veronica by Tramed, once played in

He scored in the Eredivisie last season, so he is the second Chinese player to score in the top European leagues after Hu, and Zhang is the third..."

Hu Lai grinned.

He also forgot about this person just now...

(End of chapter)


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