"The game has entered stoppage time. The Brazilian team is pressing forward, trying to score another goal and win the game...but they made a mistake in passing the ball! The Chinese team stopped the ball in the midfield, and Xia Xiaoyu passed the ball directly
Launched a counterattack! Accurately found Chen Xingyi! Chen Xingyi dribbled the ball forward, and there were almost no players from the Brazilian team in front! Because they came out in full force, there was only one central defender and one goalkeeper still behind! The Chinese team
Opportunity! The Chinese team has a chance... to defeat Brazil!!!"
Deafening cheers and boos erupted over the Pasadena Arena.
The cheers came from Chinese fans.
The boos came from Brazilian fans.
Hu Lai panted and ran forward, but his speed was still far behind Chen Xingyi.
He looked at the back of Yi Qi Juechen in front of him and cursed in his heart:
Fuck it! Little Xingxing, I’m going to die if you wait!
Damn it! Why can you run so fast at this time? Are you also dead?!
Chen Xingyi did not stop and wait for Hulay, but when facing Brazilian center back Amorim, he made a deft change of direction and knocked Amorim to the ground!
The cheers of the Chinese fans in the stands were even louder.
No...it's not just that it's bigger, it's almost formed a storm!
"Chen Xingyi! Chen Xingyi is in! Single sword!!"
Hearing He Feng's roar, Hu Lai ran past Amorin who was knocked down, but Chen Xingyi was already waving his feet in the penalty area and planning to shoot!
When ordinary players see this scene, they will involuntarily slow down. After all, the offense has nothing to do with them.
But Hu Lai is not an ordinary player. Instead, when Chen Xingyi shot, he gritted his teeth, squeezed out the last bit of his physical energy, and accelerated towards the goal!
The attacking goalkeeper Lemos fell sideways to save the ball, but failed to touch the football!
The ball flew around him towards the goal behind him...
Then he hit the doorpost!
"Ouch! Goalpost!!"
Just when He Feng was heartbroken and feeling sorry for Chen Xingyi, Hu Lai suddenly appeared in everyone's sight like a ghost!
I saw him raising his foot to push the football as it bounced back!
Without a trace of suspense, the football just flew into the Brazilian team’s goal!
"Hu Lai!! Hu Lai!! Beautiful Hu Lai!! Defeat! This is a decisive victory in the absolute sense! The Chinese team defeated the Brazilian team 4:3 and advanced to the knockout rounds!! It is simply amazing!! What a great performance!
!!Hu Lai! His fourth goal of the game..."
He Feng's frantic voice suddenly stopped, and then the whole world began to shake.
Hu Lai thought there was another earthquake in Los Angeles... At this moment, he opened his eyes and found that he was sitting on the seat of the plane, still wearing a seat belt.
Before Hu Lai could come to his senses, the plane shook again.
Is it... a dream? I said, how come I could hear the voice of the commentator during the game just now...
When Hu Lai felt a little disappointed, he heard Chen Xingyi exclaimed from behind him: "Yeah!"
"Little Xingxing, you are more promising. You just encountered the air current. Don't behave like that Park Guixian!" Brother Huan then complained.
"Fuck..." Chen Xingyi's voice came out, "What airflow? I just had a nightmare!"
"Nightmare? What nightmare?"
"I dreamed that I had a chance to beat the Brazilian team, but I hit the football on the goal post..." Chen Xingyi said. "As a result, I was regretful and woke up..."
When Hu Lai in front heard this, he turned around and said to Chen Xingyi: "What a coincidence, little Xingxing. I also had a dream just now, and I dreamed that I hit your football on the goalpost and then shot it back."
After scoring the goal, we defeated Brazil and reached the top 16! Hey, what do you think it’s a coincidence?”
Chen Xingyi was stunned for a moment and before he could recover, his teammates around him were already laughing.
"Hu Lai, your uncle!" Chen Xingyi, who was wearing a seat belt, couldn't easily pounce on Hu Lai and pinch his neck, so he could only raise his middle finger at him.
"Why did I lie to you? I really had such a dream!" Hu Lai said very sincerely.
Everyone laughed even more.
Seeing that everyone obviously didn't believe it, Hu Lai sighed: "You guys! Why doesn't anyone believe you when you tell the truth?"
Everyone ignored him and continued to laugh. Some people teased Chen Xingyi: "Chen Xingyi, you and Hu Lai can dream of going together in your dreams. You are so in tune with each other!"
Chen Xingyi raised his middle finger and shot around.
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Hearing the laughter and laughter coming from the cabin in front, Yao Huasheng turned around and just took a look, then turned back with a smile.
They have finished their World Cup journey and are taking a flight from Los Angeles back to the Chinese capital.
"Oh...even though it has been two days, it still feels...like a dream!" Mao Jun, the team's vice-captain sitting next to Yao Huasheng, sighed with laughter.
"Are you still very moved after waking up?" Yao Huasheng continued.
Mao Junzheng was stunned for a moment: "What a piece of shit!"
Yao Huasheng also laughed.
Amid laughter, Mao Jun was asking him: "I'm serious, Lao Yao. Don't you feel this way? An unreal feeling, fearing that when you open your eyes and wake up, you will find that it was really just a dream."
That’s all…”
Yao Huasheng did not put away the smile on his face. He smiled and asked Mao Junzheng: "How is it possible? How could it be considered a dream? I can still recall every detail of our three games in the World Cup, every time
One. How could it be a dream if I remember it so clearly? Can you still remember every detail of the dream you had? "
Mao Junzheng shook his head: "I can't remember clearly..."
"So, how can it be a dream if it can be remembered so clearly?" Yao Huasheng shook his head and laughed, "I still remember the scene when Hu Lai scored our first goal in the World Cup... I was in the backcourt at the time.
, I saw him take a shot from behind, and I was still thinking that Hu Lai was crazy, right? Why was he shooting so far away? But then I saw the football that was originally attached to the turf suddenly rose up and hit the crossbar.
The bottom edge bounced into the goal... Let me tell you, the hair on my head stood up at that time! It's really not an exaggeration, it was that feeling, and the only thing in my mind was 'fuck'...
"Actually, before coming to the World Cup this time, I also thought about many situations that we might encounter in the World Cup. I also imagined how I would feel when we scored a goal in the World Cup... But after thinking about it, I didn't think about it.
When I thought about the final goal, my real reaction was that I had goosebumps all over my body and my scalp was numb..."
Having said this, Yao Huasheng smiled: "I probably won't be able to participate in the next World Cup, so I have to keep what happened in this World Cup firmly in my mind."
"Are you going to quit the national team?" Mao Jun felt something was wrong and asked quickly.
"Of course not. At least not now. We old guys who have finally participated in the World Cup have some experience in the World Cup. What does it mean if we quit? We are not allowed to bring a group of young people with us?" Yao Huasheng explained.
"Alas, but I heard that Director Shi will not coach us anymore..." Mao Jun lowered his voice.
After hearing this, Yao Huasheng was silent for a while and then said: "No matter who is our head coach, we old guys have to stabilize the team, let alone let it slip at this time."
Mao Junzheng still sighed: "I think Shi's leadership is very good, and he has a tacit understanding with the team, so why should he quit? I know that the contract he signed with the Football Association was to finish the World Cup.
But with such good results in the World Cup, the contract should be renewed, right?"
"It's okay for Director Shi to retreat bravely, right? Stop guessing, let's do our own thing, and don't express your opinions to the outside world..."
"I know, I just... feel it's a pity."
The voices of the two gradually became quieter.
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"Lao Li, how are you using your dishwasher?"
"It's no use."
"Ah? It's useless?" Shi Wuyuan was surprised, "Isn't it useful?"
"My wife can't use it because she always thinks it's not clean..."
"That's not possible! I've read a lot of reviews, and they all say that compared to washing dishes by hand, dishwashers use less water and can wash dishes cleanly..." Shi Wuyin suddenly paused when he said this, and then he looked at Li Zhifei and smiled.
He stood up and said, "I understand. The dishwasher can't clean it. It's because my sister-in-law misses you, ha!"
Li Zhifei was a little embarrassed: "It did take a long time to come out this time..."
Shi Wuyin smiled and said: "Don't worry, Lao Li. This time is over, and it will never be the same again. You can really stay at home until my sister-in-law bothers you."
"But I'm a little reluctant to let go. They..." Li Zhifei looked back at the cabin behind which was filled with laughter. "They are really a group of good guys!"
"There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Our historical mission has been accomplished, so we should step back immediately and stop occupying the latrine."
"Tsk, you mean what you said...I understand. You should retreat bravely, lest you don't do well in leading the team and get scolded, which will erase all the goodwill accumulated in the World Cup. Hey!"
"That's pretty much what it means, ha!"
"Are you really reluctant to let go? Don't you want to change your mind?"
Shi Wuyin smiled and shook his head: "There must be, but every time that happens, I tell myself: 'Shi Wuyin, who are you? Do you really think that Chinese football will be finished without you? Get out of here! You can still make people in the future
I'm thinking of you well, instead of scolding you for your failure!'..."
Hearing what Shi Wuyin said, Li Zhifei was speechless, because he found that this situation had a very high probability of happening. Even though the Chinese team is performing well in the World Cup, many fans shouted on the Internet, "I will not be a black man in this life."
"Guidance".
But if they continue to teach and lead the Chinese team to fail to achieve results that satisfy everyone, such as being eliminated in the Asian Cup group stage, or failing to qualify for the World Cup... When you see someone scolding them, I'm afraid they will be scolded even more harshly...
So in fact, it is the right choice to lead the team to the World Cup and quickly resign after achieving good results, leaving a perfect image for everyone.
"...Besides, Lao Li, I'm tired too... Right now, I just want to lie down under the big tree and sleep in the cool air."
After saying that, Shi Wuyin actually put down the back of the chair, lay down on it, and closed his eyes.
Li Zhifei looked at Shi Wuyin, who was already full of gray hair, and then remembered that the man in front of him was actually only forty-three years old, a full seventeen years younger than himself, and he was a veritable "young commander".
But he has been tortured by the heavy pressure of the job of head coach of the Chinese team and is prematurely aging.
He recalled the years they spent together, from the national youth team to the Olympic team, and then to the national team.
I was nervous before the first game of the Olympic Games, and I was still nervous before the first game of the World Cup.
Even though he didn't know what he was feeling, he still pretended to be confident in front of the players.
Maybe I have already given up in my heart, but after seeing Hu Lai score, I feel the excitement of escaping from death...
Thinking of this, Li Zhifei still had some palpitations, as if he was reliving the World Cup trip again.
For Chinese fans, this is an extremely wonderful summer.
The same was true for him and Shi Wuyuan.
It’s just that the price paid behind the beauty is a bit high, and my heart can’t bear it...
I'm really tired, so I'd better take a good rest.
He didn't bother Shi Wuyuan anymore, he leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.
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I don’t know how much time passed before the captain’s announcement sounded in the cabin:
"Ladies and gentlemen, our plane will arrive at the Capital International Airport in fifty minutes. On behalf of all the crew members, I would like to welcome all the players, coaches and staff of the Chinese National Men's Football Team home! Thank you for your participation in this session.
What a wonderful match for us in the World Cup! I hope we can meet in Spain and Portugal four years later, thank you! I wish you a safe journey and good health!"
Cheers and applause erupted in the cabin.
The players stood up from their seats and looked down through the portholes.
Under the misty clouds, the sun slanted on the sea, dyeing the sea surface golden.
There are many small black dots scattered on the golden sea, creating ripples.
Those are cargo ships on the Bohai Bay.
After a long journey of thirteen hours, they finally arrived at this land.
Fifteen days ago, they left China with everyone's eager expectations to go to a grand date.
Fifteen days later, they returned to China with three draws in three games and six goals scored.
The hustle and bustle of the expedition seemed to be right in front of them, but they had already returned.
Half a month is very long, but also very short.
Now, looking at the golden sea below and the faint land in the distance, everyone has an indescribable emotion in their hearts.
Four years later, I hope we can still take a plane like this, cross mountains and seas, and go to another grand appointment...
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PS, the past few days have been single updates, until the fourth volume is completed. Thank you everyone for your understanding and cooperation.
In addition, the Copa America final kicks off at this time. I feel that Argentina should be able to win the championship this time. Messi is much more mature than before and is more like a captain. Under his leadership, he should be able to win this time anyway.
