After the plane stopped next to the corridor bridge, Hu Lai stood up from his seat, stretched first, then opened the luggage rack and prepared to take the suitcase.
At this time, he noticed Park Suntai next door, whose face seemed a little unhappy and looked depressed.
"Hey, brother, why do you look so ugly? Are you feeling unwell?" Hu Lai asked with concern.
The other party waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm a little airsick..."
"Airsickness?" Hu Lai thought for a while. Today's flight was quite smooth, and he didn't encounter any turbulence. He flattened the seat, covered it with a quilt, and slept soundly on it, without feeling anything at all.
Is there anything uncomfortable?
However, this may be due to individual differences, as some people are naturally more susceptible to airsickness.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Pu Chuntai with sympathetic eyes.
Being so prone to airsickness, and having to play football in Europe and fly around all day long... Koreans really have good willpower and can tolerate this. If it were me, I would feel so uncomfortable every time after taking a plane, and I would probably lose my fighting ability.
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Pu Chuntai felt the strange look in Hu Lai's eyes, but he was too lazy to guess what Hu Lai was thinking at this moment...
Along the way, he had fought countless rounds of wits and courage with Hu Lai in his mind, and he was already exhausted.
"Want to go together?" Hu Lai didn't know that Pu Chuntai was too lazy to talk to him now, so he took the initiative to invite him.
Park Soon Tai made a gesture of invitation: "No, you go first."
He had made up his mind to be the last passenger to get off the plane, because he wanted to take this opportunity to have a good rest and regain some energy. He knew that as long as he went out, he would face countless media and eyes.
, He doesn’t want his listless appearance to be seen by these people. As a representative of Korean football, his words, deeds, and smiles are the image of Korean football. He doesn’t want to add any trouble to his national team.
Just like that, he continued to flatten the seat that had been straightened when he descended, lay down on it again, and closed his eyes.
He didn't care at all about the puzzled looks from the passengers around him.
Being able to have a good sleep without worrying is really the greatest happiness in life...
No one wants to wake me up this time!
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Hu Lai pushed the luggage trolley out of the Jincheng Dongsheng International Airport terminal and was immediately surrounded by Chinese reporters waiting there.
The flash light was the first to light up, like a lamppost on the stage, illuminating the place where Hu Lai was standing in a white light.
Then countless microphones, voice recorders and cell phones with recording functions turned on... were all stretched out in front of Hu Lai.
This scene reminded him of the day when he left China and went to England to pursue his football dream.
"Hey, there seem to be more people than there were back then..." he smiled in front of the enthusiastic reporters.
"Hu Lai, are you tired from the journey?" A reporter couldn't wait to ask first.
"I'm not tired, I slept soundly." Hu Lai shook his head and answered reporters' questions as he walked forward.
"You have been in good form in Leeds City recently and just scored twice in the game against Tramed. So are you confident in helping the Chinese team defeat South Korea at home?"
"Club games and national team games are different, but no matter what kind of game it is, I will go all out."
"Hu Lai, in three days there will be a life-and-death battle with the South Korean team. Do you think the national team is fully prepared?"
"I think no matter how long the preparation period is, the preparation will be insufficient. So what matters is not whether the preparations are sufficient, but whether the time has arrived. I think the time is good now."
The reporters nodded after hearing Hu Lai's answer and silently noted in their hearts: Hu Lai said that any time is a good time to attack South Korea.
Hu Lai finally met up with the staff of the national team who came to pick him up - the staff was accidentally pushed outside by the crazy reporters before, and now they are squeezed back in. They are sweating profusely, and they don't know whether they are in a hurry or not.
Crowded.
After receiving Hu Lai, he opened the way in front and kept shouting: "Excuse me, please give way, give way, thank you, thank you..."
Finally, the two of them squeezed out of the crowd and got into the commercial vehicle waiting outside.
It wasn't until the car door was closed that the staff breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay now, the media is so crazy..."
Hu Lai smiled and understood this very well. After all, this game is a war between China and South Korea. Even an ordinary China-South Korea war is very eye-catching, not to mention that this game is still related to whether the Chinese team can retain the World Cup finals.
A war between China and South Korea that creates hope.
"By the way, Hu Lai. It is said that Park Suntai and you flew to Jincheng on the same flight. Did you meet him on the way?" the staff asked curiously.
"Meet? Of course we did. His seat is right next to mine." Hu Lai said casually.
The staff member looked back at Hu Lai with wide eyes: "What a coincidence?!"
"Yeah, it's such a coincidence."
"Then did you talk to him about anything?"
"No, he looks quite tired and doesn't talk much. I don't know if he is suffering from airsickness. He doesn't feel that he is in good physical condition..."
After hearing Hu Lai's words, the staff's eyes lit up: "Really?! Doesn't that mean..."
Hu Lai knew what he was going to say and interrupted him: "Don't think so, what if they are pretending on purpose just to make us underestimate the enemy?"
"This...isn't it?" The staff felt that Hu Lai's idea was a bit exaggerated.
"Why not? Have you forgotten which country Park Chun Tai is from?" Hu Lai asked with a sneer.
"Oh - Koreans!" The staff member suddenly realized and felt that Hu Lai's words really made sense.
If they were Koreans, this speculation would be completely justified and tenable.
After all, in order to win, the Koreans will do whatever it takes to win. Letting their number one star put on a pretense and act in front of Hu Lai is already a lot more moral and conscientious compared to the dirty tricks they used before.
Already...
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Looking at the Chinese colleagues chasing Hu Lai out of the terminal, some of the Korean reporters who gathered on the other side waiting for Park Suntae to come out sneered.
"'The hope of the whole village'... tsk tsk, what a pitiful term. In a big country with a population of 1.4 billion, football can only count on one person..."
"Do they really think that with Hu Lai, they can beat us at home? Football is a team sport, how can one win by just one person?"
"I admit that Hu Lai's performance in the Premier League is indeed outstanding, but his own characteristics determine that he needs the support of a strong team. In the Chinese national team, he does not have such a team to help him..."
The Korean reporters were discussing the scene they just saw while waiting for Park Suntae to come out.
They all know that Park Suntai and Hu Lai were on the same flight. They don't know if they met or if they met, what they said...
Whether in terms of age or European resume, Park Soon-tae is Hu Lai's senior. I believe Hu Lai would be very polite if he met Park Soon-tae on the plane, right?
Oops, I really want to know what happened when they met on the plane. When I think of the hope of Chinese football looking respectfully in front of our Park Suntai, I feel particularly happy...
"Huh, weird?" When a group of people were chatting animatedly in Korean, someone suddenly reacted first: "Why hasn't Chun Tai come out yet?"
After someone said this, everyone looked at each other and then realized something was wrong.
It stands to reason that Hu Lai and Park Soon Tae are on the same flight, so it makes no sense that Hu Lai has already come out, but Park Soon Tae hasn't come out yet, right?
What on earth took so long?
The calm crowd gradually became commotion.
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On the international flight docked at the covered bridge, all the passengers had left, but a few flight attendants and stewards were worried about a first-class seat.
"Sir, sir... wake up! It's time to get off the plane!"
The flight attendant reached out and pushed Park Soon-tae, who was curled up on the seat and sleeping soundly.
But the latter's response to him was to snore again and turn over with his back to them.
The stewardess beside her said helplessly: "That's what happened just now. When we called him, he waved to us, turned over and went back to sleep..."
"Did he fall asleep normally? Or is he sick?" the safety officer on board said with a solemn expression, "Generally speaking, it's hard for people to sleep so hard, right? And you just said that he was still awake when the plane landed...
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The flight attendant who was asked nodded repeatedly: "Yes, he is awake. I also saw him talking to Mr. Hu in the next seat..."
"How about calling an ambulance?" The flight attendant pushed Park Chun Tai again, but there was still no response, so he had to say.
If a passenger sleeps to death on their plane, as flight attendants, they cannot bear the responsibility...
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Amidst the sound of shutters and flashes, Hu Lai got out of the black business car he was riding in. Then he turned to the reporters outside and smiled and gave a thumbs up. He looked energetic, not at all what he should have been after an eleven-hour long flight.
Feeling of fatigue.
In the footage, Hu Lai walked into the hotel lobby. Through the glass door, everyone saw team coach Shi Wuyuan and team leader Hong Renjie appearing in front of him. One of them reached out to Hu Lai to shake hands. The other person laughed.
He patted Hu Lai on the shoulder with a very friendly attitude.
The voiceover sounded: "This afternoon, Hu Lai, who plays for Leeds City, arrived in Jincheng by plane, joined the national team, and officially joined the preparations for the South Korean team... Hu Lai was finishing Leeds City's home game with Trame
After the derby, I took a car directly to London to catch a flight back home. Now the Chinese team only has three days to prepare for this game..."
Xie Lan came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, and as soon as he entered the living room, he happened to see this news.
She tilted her head and looked at it carefully, and nodded approvingly: "Well, it looks a bit stronger."
Hu Lixin, who was sitting on the sofa, rolled his eyes at her: "Didn't you just video chat with him last week? Don't make it sound like you haven't seen him for a long time."
"I haven't seen it before. Last time I went to Australia to play a game, I never came back after the game... Besides, can the online video be the same?"
"Why is it different?"
“It still feels unreal even though I’m looking at it through a mobile phone screen!”
"You are still separated by a TV screen..." Hu Lixin suddenly understood at this point.
At this moment, he saw his wife smile, take out two tickets from her pocket, and slap them in front of her husband.
"Let's go see our son together!"
Hu Lixin sighed: "Next time you go to watch a game live, just say it, don't go around in such a big circle..."
Xie Lan smiled happily.
At this moment, the next news was played on the TV: "Breaking news, Park Soon-tae, the captain of the Korean team, felt unwell on the plane from London to Jincheng. He was sent directly from the airport to the hospital by ambulance... The specific situation
It is currently unknown, and our station will continue to pay attention..."
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In front of the TV, Xie Lan and Hu Lixin looked at each other.