"The game is over! Congratulations to the Italian team! They won the third place in this World Cup!"
Following the referee's three whistles, the Italian substitutes on the sidelines swarmed up, ran onto the court with arms spread wide, and went to celebrate with their teammates.
The Brazilian players hung their heads in frustration... Of course, there were not as many players collapsing on the ground as when they lost the semifinals.
This may be because they have lost their hemp.
It may also be because for them, the third or fourth place finals are inherently a tasteless game.
If you can't win the championship, there is no point in finishing third.
Just look at the Italians' celebrations. In fact, they are not that crazy.
However, when the close-up shot of the TV broadcast focused on the Brazilian captain Kabangca, his eyes were dull, his lips were pursed, and his eyes were filled with tears, which still touched many people.
The commentator was also moved by the scene: "After the semi-finals, we only saw the scene of Kabangka looking up to the sky. At that time, there were Brazilian players lying around him, and he was the only one standing. That scene touched many people, and everyone
Everyone was moved by Kabangca's strength. But now, fans all over the world have seen the sadness of the Brazilian captain...
"After losing the semi-finals, the Brazilian team also lost the third-place finals. From the process of this game, it can actually be seen that the Brazilian players have not yet recovered from the blow of losing the semi-finals. Their
The performance was obviously not as good as Italy's. Kabangka's performance in the competition cannot be said to be bad, but it was not as good as in the semi-finals. It can be seen that the defending champion stopped in the semi-finals, which was a big blow to them..."
Xie Lan, who was in front of the TV, saw this scene and shook his head and sighed: "Oh, Kabangka still hasn't achieved the achievement of winning the World Cup championship... What a tragedy!"
"Are you sure you're not gloating?" Hu Lixin glanced at his wife.
"Nonsense, why should I gloat? He is no longer a direct competitor with our son!"
After saying that, Xie Lan took out his mobile phone to check Weibo and Douyin.
Hu Lixin glanced at the time.
The third-place final between Brazil and Italy started at nine o'clock in the evening, and now the game is over at about 10:40, almost 11 o'clock.
So he reminded his wife: "Why don't you go wash up?"
"What's the hurry?" Xie Lan didn't even raise his head.
"You're not going to sleep?"
"What time is it..."
"It's almost eleven o'clock!"
"Hey, I can't sleep anyway." After saying that, Xie Lan put down the phone and looked at her husband, "Tomorrow is the finals, can you possibly sleep?"
Hu Lixin responded with silence, because he found that he didn't seem to fall asleep that easily...
He even believed that Lao Li in the next room would not fall asleep easily.
The two of them have been deducing the finals through "paper talks" these days.
The closer we get to the finals, the more thoughts they may have in their minds.
Thinking of this, Hu Lixin no longer urged his wife to wash up and go to bed.
Anyway, the game is tomorrow night. If you go to bed later tonight, it won't affect your ability to watch the game tomorrow. The worst thing you can do is wake up a little later.
He also took out his mobile phone and searched for all the news and information about the two teams' preparations for the match, continuing to try to find some clues.
In this way, the two of them focused on what they were interested in, and neither of them got tired.
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"I suddenly remembered eight years ago..."
Wang Guangwei, lying on the bed in a room with the lights turned off, said to Hu Lai.
"Eight years ago? Lao Wang, what did you want to do so far away?"
"I thought about the first time we participated in the World Cup eight years ago. It was the same before the first World Cup match. Although we went to bed early, we couldn't fall asleep..."
Hu Lai said nothing because he was recalling what Wang Guangwei said.
Eight years ago…
He was in a daze for a moment, it had been so long, but it didn't seem like that long.
It’s been eight years…
It turned out to be only eight years...
These two completely contradictory ideas really occurred in his mind at the same time.
In the past eight years, he has grown from an unknown player in FIFA to a giant who can stand alongside Melli and Kabangka. He has broken countless goals-related records, and his personal life has also undergone earth-shaking changes.
It is no exaggeration to say that eight years ago and eight years later seemed like a world away to him.
And I think it’s only been eight years because I’ve experienced so many changes, all completed in just eight years.
You must know that "like a world away" is really not an "adjective" when applied to him.
He really experienced two worlds...
Hu Lai didn't speak, and Wang Guangwei didn't mind either. He continued: "Watching the match between Brazil and Italy today, the feeling became even deeper. Eight years ago we faced Cabangka and we had to do our best to draw our opponent.
, at that time, when I looked at Kabangka, I just looked up to him. But now when I see him almost crying, I feel that things are unpredictable..."
"Old Wang, you are really thinking far ahead."
Wang Guangwei laughed softly: "Indeed, I feel like all kinds of thoughts are popping up in my head now. Maybe it's because I'm nervous, unlike you, who is heartless..."
"Damn, who said I'm heartless? I'm nervous too, right?"
"Are you nervous? Are you nervous and you are still playing tricks in front of Peng Weijun?"
"Who says you can't do tricks when you're nervous? I do tricks to relieve tension... Don't tell me that I'm like a robot, Lao Wang. I'm also a human being and I have emotions. As the captain, you will be nervous. Why should I?
Can’t you be nervous?”
"Ha!" Wang Guangwei laughed out loud, "So I remembered eight years ago. But speaking of it, we still made progress. Back then, we were so nervous that we couldn't sleep before the first group match of the World Cup. But now we are much better.
, now it’s before the World Cup finals and I’m so nervous that I can’t sleep.”
After laughing, Wang Guangwei's tone calmed down and became more serious: "I think Brother Lin must know this, so he asked everyone to go to bed on time at 11 o'clock, and there is no set time for getting up tomorrow. I guess he also knows that many people will go to bed tonight.
I can’t, so I’ll just let everyone sleep in... Actually, I’m a little worried, Hu Lai.”
"worry about what?"
"I'm worried that everyone won't be able to sleep well like me, and that everyone will be too nervous, which will affect their performance in tomorrow's game. The World Cup final... is completely different from other games. I consider myself relatively calm and calm, and today I feel like I'm
Too excited."
"It's useless to worry, Lao Wang. It's useless to worry before the game starts. We won't know until the game starts." Hu Lai comforted him.
In fact, he can quite understand Wang Guangwei's thoughts.
This is the World Cup final after all, not just any ordinary game.
So he was really nervous.
Hu Lai has experienced the Olympic finals, so his feelings are more obvious and profound. That is, the Olympic finals are not worth mentioning in front of the World Cup finals. The same is true for the Champions League finals.
In the football world, the World Cup final is Mount Everest, the highest in the world, and there is no dispute.
It's normal to feel nervous before a game like this. If anyone tells you they're not nervous at all, they're lying.
Wang Guangwei still said: "I know, in fact, even if we lose the final, we have already created the history of Chinese football and can still be praised by fans and the media. But... after finally reaching the final, we must be thinking about winning.
.So for us, this game is a game that we absolutely cannot lose. What they said is that because we play at home and 1.5 billion people are watching, we are under great pressure. I don’t know about others, but I personally feel
The pressure comes from myself..."
Listening to Wang Guangwei's ramble, Hu Lai was sure that Wang Guangwei was really too excited and nervous.
He felt that Lao Wang telling him so much was actually a way to relieve his tension.
"...In fact, compared with our predecessors, we are already very lucky. Not only were we able to participate in the World Cup in our career, but we also reached the World Cup finals... But I don't want to comfort myself like this, because I'm afraid it will make me lose my fighting spirit.
I don’t want to make excuses for myself in advance.”
Hu Lai finally interrupted: "Old Wang, I have an effective way to relieve tension."
"any solution?"
"I'll record what you just said and post it online, so you won't be nervous anymore."
Wang Guangwei was stunned for a moment, then said angrily: "Oh my God! How dare you!"
Hu Lai laughed.
After laughing, he took a breath and said to Wang Guangwei: "Actually, you don't need to think so much. Let me ask you, if you encounter problems in the finals, such as falling behind, will you give up?"
"You can't be cowardly." Wang Guangwei answered decisively.
Hu Lai clapped his hands in the dark: "That's right. So no matter how the game is played, we are still locked in a fight with Argentina. What else is there to think about? Fighting with them, we either win or lose, that's it.
Simple."
Wang Guangwei fell into a long silence after hearing this. It was so long that Hu Lai thought he had fallen asleep, and then he heard him say: "You're right, Hu Lai. Just do it, don't think so much about it!"
After saying that, he pulled up the quilt and turned over:
"sleep!"
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In order to ensure that the Chinese team can have a good rest without being disturbed before the World Cup finals, this time it was specially arranged for the whole team to stay at the State Guesthouse.
The housekeeping department is separated from the bustling city outside by a huge garden, so no movement outside can be heard at all.
There is no possibility of being disturbed by fans and reporters.
But the disadvantage is that it is too quiet. At night, everything is quiet, and it is easy for people to have random thoughts.
Qin Lin was standing in front of the hotel room window at this moment, looking outside through the glass.
The street lights in the park were on and no one was walking by.
The woods, rockeries and streams are hidden in the night and are completely indistinguishable.
Farther away, you can see the light boxes on top of several tall buildings from behind the treetops.
It was a bustling city, and the park seemed to be isolated into an independent world.
After standing by the window for who knows how long, Qin Lin returned to his desk and continued to study Argentina's personnel configuration and tactical changes.
He needs to think again about what else he hasn't considered.