Overlooking the People's Stadium in Jingyang City from the air, outside the green stadium area is a red plastic track, and outside the plastic track is a blue-white stand area.
Now this circle of blue and white stands is gradually being taken over by red.
A trickle of water gushes out from each entrance to the stand and then flows to every corner of the stand.
Outside the stadium, this red color is larger and more spectacular. There are several streams of red people thicker than the "streams" in the stands gathering at several open entrances.
Those are the fans of the Chinese team waiting to enter the stadium.
The way to distinguish them from Japanese fans is the color of their clothes.
Some people are wearing the jerseys of previous Chinese teams, but more people are not wearing the jerseys of the Chinese team. They are only wearing red clothes, all kinds of clothes, including down jackets, jackets, and big red flowers.
Cotton jacket......
Many of them may not be fans originally.
But at this moment, for a common goal, they gathered outside the gate of this historic stadium, waiting to enter and cheering for the young men of the Chinese Olympic team.
Looking at the aerial footage, the excited voice of CCTV beauty reporter Wang Shanshan came: "Friends in the audience, please take a look. Through the footage from the air, we can clearly see how many fans have gathered outside the People's Stadium... They
They are all here to watch the U23 Asian Cup finals and cheer for the Chinese Olympic team! It’s like a big river finally merging into this ocean!”
The camera returns from the air to the ground and enters the stadium.
They are the locker rooms of the Chinese team and the Japanese team. The buses of both teams are still on their way. There is no one in the locker room, but the jerseys they will wear next are all neatly folded.
They are placed neatly and correctly in the seats of every player who is about to play.
The starting lineups of both sides have been announced. As expected before the game, the two teams did not give up the fight for the championship just because they have qualified for the Olympics.
They have all fielded the strongest lineups they can field, and they will collide head-on in this stadium to see who can have the last laugh.
The camera stayed longer in the Chinese team's locker room, passing over the jerseys of Lin Zhiyuan, Wang Guangwei, Guo Junfu, Luo Kai, and Chen Xingyi, and finally stopped on the No. 14 jersey.
That's Hulay's jersey.
Still Wang Shanshan's emotional voice: "Before Hu Lai, this number was generally considered a curse in Chinese football, and whoever wore it would be unlucky. But now, more and more people no longer think so. See this
Number, we will think of the end of 'Koreanphobia', the '95 Supreme' with five goals in nine minutes, and we will make it to the Olympics... Beautiful memories are gradually replacing those unbearable past events!
Just like the night will pass, there is no tomorrow that will not come!"
Finally, the live broadcast came to the stadium, and a huge five-star red flag was being passed around by enthusiastic Chinese fans in the stands. It was as if water was supporting the flag, carrying the flag flowing. Wherever the five-star red flag flows, that place will
There was a burst of cheers.
Even the small number of Japanese fans had to be coerced. When the Chinese flag flew over their heads, they looked up and saw that the lights of the stadium and the night sky turned red, as if they were covered by a huge red flag.
Bu covered his eyes.
They opened their mouths and stared blankly at this scene, their ears filled with cheers from Chinese fans.
The commentator on Japanese TV looked at the footage coming back from the broadcast camera in front and couldn't help but sigh: "We have completely lost in terms of momentum..."
The commentator also nodded and said: "The previous poor performance of Chinese football has made us completely forget about the enthusiasm of the people of this country for football... To be honest, this scene reminded me of the 2004 Asian Cup final, and it was almost the same before the game.
Such a scene.”
The commentator smiled: "Ah, when you say that, I feel a little more relieved. Because we finally won that game!"
The guests also laughed: "Yes, so I hope our Olympic team can win the championship this time! After all, we didn't win the East Asian Cup last year!"
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When the Chinese team players come out of the locker room to warm up, and when everyone steps out of the tunnel, their eyes will be attracted by the huge national flag circling in the stands, and then they will be startled and stop to take a second look.
At this time, Chinese fans were singing in the stands. They were singing: "Chop off the heads of the devils with a big knife——"
After hearing the lyrics clearly, Hu Lai laughed. He raised his arm toward the Japanese players who were warming up in the other half, and then waved hard:
"kill!"
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“What is that Hu Lai doing? He suddenly waved towards us...” The players of the Japanese team who were warming up still noticed Hu Lai’s actions, which aroused their discussion.
“Morikawa, is he greeting you?”
Morikawa Junpei raised his chest and raised his head: "That should be it!"
“Then why don’t you hurry up and say hello to him? Didn’t you say you wanted to thank him in person for his donation of clothes?”
Morikawa Junpei shook his head again: "No. I have to wait until the game is over to thank him. If I go now, wouldn't I be showing weakness in front of him?"
"Morikawa is right." Sugiyama Tatsuya came behind Junpei Morikawa at some point. "This game will be a very difficult game for us. I hope you realize this."
When he said this, his eyes were looking at the densely packed red-clad fans in the stands.
Japanese fans wearing blue Japan team jerseys are almost as small as gravel in the sea of red, and they can’t be found without looking carefully.
“Under such circumstances, we must pay more attention to maintaining our momentum! Don’t care about the Chinese team now, warm up seriously and go all out!”
“Yes, Captain!”
Everyone changed their names and were obviously infected by the serious Tatsuya Sugiyama.
Morikawa Junpei took one last look at Hu Lai and found that the latter was doing a return run to warm up.
He then withdrew his gaze and concentrated on the Japanese team's warm-up training.
After the competition is over, I will introduce myself to you solemnly, Hulesan!
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When Yan Yan and others came to the bar with Li Ziqiang surrounded, the bar owner complained: "I thought you wouldn't come..."
Yan Yan glanced at the live broadcast on the projection screen, which showed the players from both sides lining up on the court, and apologized to the boss: "Sorry, I drank too much and forgot the time..."
The bar owner glanced at the young people behind him who were shouting excitedly, and without saying anything else, he ran back to the bar to get the drink order.
Yan Yan asked everyone to find a place to do it, and then he and Chu Yifan led Li Ziqiang to sit in the best position, facing the projection screen, unobstructed, and the C seat for watching the ball.
Li Ziqiang is now a little on top after being dragged by his players to drink a few bottles of beer. He held Chu Yifan's hand along the way and was concerned about his work and living conditions.
It’s not like a football team coach, he’s just Chu Yifan’s elder, completely different from the usual unsmiling “devil coach”.
But when he saw the Chinese Olympic team players lining up on the projection screen, he fell silent.
On the other hand, the other school team players pointed at the big screen and shouted excitedly: "Hey! It's Luo Kai!"
“Hulaihulaihulai!”
“Fuck! This jersey makes Hu Lai look so handsome when he wears it...”
Meng Xi touched Mao Xiao who was sitting next to him: "Do you regret it? You had to go to college..."
Mao Xiao looked up at the projection screen and shook his head: "I don't regret it."
“You are a tough talker. Let me tell you, my ability is just like that, but you are different. You are really talented..."
"I can't do it, Meng Xi. Three years of high school varsity made me realize that I actually don't want to get ahead in professional football. You're right, I have some talent, but my talent is not worth mentioning in professional football.
what?"
“Hey, Mao Xiao, what’s the relationship between us? Just stop pretending to be cool in front of me, okay?”
“I’m not pretending, Meng Xi. I really feel that my talent is nothing in professional football.”
“Is it a slap in the face? It’s nothing. There are professional teams looking for you. Are all the scouts of professional teams blind?”
"The talent I'm talking about doesn't just refer to football ability." Mao Xiao shook his head and said seriously. "There is also the idea of becoming stronger. I am far inferior to Hu Lai in this aspect. I have to pay several times.
I worked hard in high school just to become a professional player, but I might not be able to make this determination. So in my senior year of high school, I thought about it for a long time, and finally rejected the invitation from Flash Star..."
“I think your academic performance is too good. Going to the University of Science and Technology of China is certainly more stable than being a professional player.” Meng Xi rolled his eyes at his friend.
"Of course there are considerations in this regard." Mao Xiao smiled, "But anyway, I am not as able to push myself as Hu Lai. When he first joined the school team, what training tasks did the coach give him?
I saw it. I dare say that if it were me, I would probably leave the team voluntarily after not being able to hold on for a month. Can you hold on, Meng Xi?"
Meng Xi shook his head: "Who can endure being targeted like that?"
"But didn't Hu Lai just endure it? That's why he was able to get to where he is today. He really made it many times harder than all of us to get where he is today. I don't think I work as hard as Hu Lai and achieve as much as he does.
It will definitely not be as tall as him, so why should I go to professional football and be an ordinary professional player?"
After Mao Xiao finished speaking, Meng Xi stopped talking. The two of them just looked at the Chinese Olympic team players on the projection screen without saying a word, including two of their former teammates.
Now they have embarked on completely different paths in life.
But these two roads are not running in opposite directions, but two parallel lines walking together. As they walk on this road, they only need to turn their heads to see each other.
Just like now, they watch the game between Hu Lai and Luo Kai through the projection through the live satellite signal, and cheer for them.
And the two of them must know that their former teammates are cheering them on.
A radio announcement came from the live TV broadcast: "Ladies and gentlemen, please all stand up and play the national anthem of the People's Republic of China!"
There was a sound of chair legs scraping against the floor in the bar. Everyone got up from their seats and stood crookedly. Some people who drank too much had to lean on the shoulders of the people next to them to stay standing.
When the "March of the Volunteers" sounded, the singing of the fans in front of the scene came out through the broadcast signal, and the people in the bar also howled:
“Get up—people who don’t want to be slaves!”
The live broadcast camera scanned the players of the Olympic team in turn. During the national anthem, the young players' slightly immature faces were full of energy.
