When Tang Hong questioned his teammates, he did not expect an answer, he needed them to take action!
Take advantage of the situation and defeat Iraq!
He saw the time on the big screen, and there were less than 20 seconds left in the injury stoppage time.
He didn't care too much, put the ball in place and knocked back, then turned around and rushed forward.
But he is still the only one who sprints forward!
Several Iraqi players attacked him from the front, back and left and right!
When Zheng Zhi hung the ball towards Iraq's penalty area, Tang Hong fell to the ground because he was entangled by his opponents from both sides before entering the penalty area!
He turned around on the ground, hoping that the referee could whistle and foul the opponent!
But the referee blew the whistle to the end of the game!
Tang Hong, who was kneeling on the ground, angrily slapped the turf with his hands!
The Iraqi generals relaxed, but their coach Jiko stared at Tang Hong on the sidelines, like the audience.
Zico murmured in a low voice before turning toward Camacho for a post-match handshake: "A lion cannot lead a flock of sheep to fight."
Just as Zico walked towards Camacho and the two coaches shook hands after the game, an unexpected scene suddenly appeared on the court.
Tang Hong stood up and rushed to his teammates who had relaxed and seemed to be ready to leave the field.
It is understandable that the defender doesn't rush up.
If the midfielder doesn't rush up, he can barely accept it.
But the striker was still walking, which was simply unbearable.
He rushed to Gao Lin like a wounded and angry beast, and roared at him with a ferocious look: "Why don't you press? Can't run anymore? Or don't want to win at all!"
Tang Hong almost sprayed all saliva on Gao Lin's face. Gao Lin pushed Tang Hong away with his backhand and frowned: "You only appeared in the second half, but we played the whole game! Don't think that you are the only one who wants to win! If you don't win, why don't you score another goal!"
Tang Hong staggered a few steps back and almost fell to the ground. He stabilized his body and rushed up again, angrily shouting: "If you can't run, go down! If you don't want to win or win, why are you playing? Don't you know that if you can't win this game, you will have little hope of advancing?"
Gao Lin suddenly became angry and shouted at Tang Hong: "You have high talent and good skills, but it does not mean that you are qualified to blame your teammates! Who doesn't want to win! It's not a problem for one person or two people to win, everyone has worked hard!"
Zheng Zhi came to the middle of the two at this time and separated the two. Tang Hong was furious!
"Don't use talent as an excuse here! Don't use the team as a shield! It depends on how much you have put in! Work hard? Your efforts are to see that there is not much time left, but you can still take a walk on the field, but you don't even have a proactive confrontation or fight, right? Don't insult the word "work"!"
Zheng Zhi blocked Tang Hong and whispered to him: "It's understandable that we are in a bad mood if we didn't win, but we are teammates. Don't say it as if everyone did not pay for the defense of honor."
Many teammates have gathered around. It seems that what Tang Hong asked Gao Lin just now made many teammates stand on Gao Lin's side. Tang Hong could even feel that he was the object that most people hate.
Tang Hong was relieved, took a step back, raised his hand and gently pushed Zheng Zhi's chest away, then shook his head and said with a stern voice: "Let honor aside first, what qualifications do we have to talk about honor in this performance?
Football is a very simple game, running more, grab more, and passing more, which is the most basic.
I really don’t know why we play like a draw when we are behind, and like a lead when we are tied, and we can accept it if we don’t lose, and we don’t have the belief and fighting spirit to win at all.
Yes, there is no fighting spirit or belief.
talent?
Six or seven years ago, when some of you played in the World Youth Championship, where were these Iraqi players?
team?
What is our team spirit?
We have few people playing football, but the people who support us are the most in the world.
Who can still raise your head if you kick it like this..."
Tang Hong's voice was already very small at the end, so small that only he and Zheng Zhi, who was closest to him, could hear it.
He blinked hard, and his soreness and unwillingness to the throat made him feel ashamed of all the Chinese fans in the stands.
Those people didn't come here to sway flags and shout after having enough food, nor did they know nothing about football and accidentally walked into the stadium.
Tang Hong lowered his head and walked around everyone toward the player passage, his back full of loss and depression.
After he walked into the player channel, the Chinese fans in the stands realized, and they shouted in unison, "Tang Hong!"
"Tang Hong!"
"Tang Hong!"
Fans are not blind. They can definitely see who is really fighting for the game and who is really fighting for everything for victory.
Tang Hong did what many people wanted to do, and asked other Chinese players.
Are you really unable to run?
Do you really think that the draw can be accepted?
Are you here to play football?
Let’s leave all honors, promotions, and victory or defeat behind.
Is it wrong to simply play a football match and the game is not over. Is it wrong to go all out to win?
Without this persistent belief, what is the meaning of playing football?
Tang Minghui showed a sad face in the box, hesitating whether to call Tang Hong.
Qian Yu gritted his teeth with no expression on his face.
Bang!
Lin Xingyu threw a bottle of wine, obviously he was already furious!
With an extremely cold expression, he took out his cell phone and called out.
Qian Yu thought Lin Xingyu wanted to contact Tang Hong, but when he heard what Lin Xingyu said to the phone, he was stunned.
"Contact the General Administration of Sports to me, and I personally paid 500 million yuan in sponsorship to smash their doors! The coach of the Chinese team changed me!
They are all a bunch of bullshit players!
They are not worthy at all!”
I'm afraid only Qian Yu can understand what "unworthy" means in Lin Xingyu's words.
It’s not that he is not worthy of being a national team, but that he is not worthy of becoming Tang Hong’s teammate!
And 500 million should be Lin Xingyu’s current net worth.
After the game, Tang Hong's interview was arranged, he did not show up. He quickly took a shower in the locker room and went to the parking lot, called a car and went to the airport.
It was supposed to take a day off in China, and maybe even go back to Tianhai to take a look at He Zhuqing and his younger brother and sister, but Tang Hong just wants to go back to Braga now.
His phone kept vibrating, with text messages and phone calls.
He didn't take any of the calls.
Someone from the national team management contacted him, but he had no intention of receiving ideological education classes.
Anyway, the national team competition in October has been completed, and as for whether he will be recruited into the national team next month, he doesn't care anymore.
As he said, put honor and other things aside first.
If the game loses the meaning of football itself, then whether to play or not is no longer important to him.
He Zhuqing sent him a message, only three words.
"Go home."
Tang Hong replied, "I'm back to Portugal."
He wouldn't give up football because of today's unhappiness.
Bai Mu, who had not been in touch for a long time, bombed him with a text message, letting Tang Hong know that she had definitely watched the game, but she didn't know if she was in the stands.
"I want to give you a comforting hug."
"Tell me where you are, I'll fly to find you, I want to be with you!"
"Hurry up and get better, the world will be bright and brilliant tomorrow."
"We can be knocked down, but no one can stop us from getting up from the ground!"
"Go and do something you are interested in, so that you will quickly get rid of your worries."
......
Bai Mu would send a text message to Tang Hong every 10 to 20 minutes, and during this period, he also had text messages sent by others to Tang Hong. They were all teammates of Tianhai’s former teammates and former teammates of the National Youth Team.
Tang Hong finally replied to Bai Mu with a message.
"I'm fine, thank you."
As for the messages of Zhao Hanchun and Luo Hongkai cursing, Tang Hong was not interested in replying.
Perhaps it was too fast from the end of the game to the arrival of the airport by the airport, and Tang Hong walked alone without attracting reporters or fans. When the national team went from Beijing to Shenzhen, there were many reporters and fans outside the airport, and Tang Hong also signed many fans.
The plane from Shenzhen to Lisbon needs to wait for a while. Tang Hong waited patiently in the VIP waiting room, but Bai Mu was still sending a text message to comfort him.
He is not a person who needs to be coaxed by others, but it is natural for him to be concerned about his well-being.
Especially when he saw a message sent by Bai Mu, Tang Hong fell into a state of trance.
"I used to think that the secret could not be said, but now I can't even say that I feel sad."
Tang Hong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and replied to her a message.
"Super uncomfortable, I can't say it."
Boarding and departure.
Continue to compete in European football!
Chapter completed!