Next to the Nigerian players who were sitting down were the Chinese players who were collapsed. Everyone was extremely tired. Even Zhu Ting, who came on as a substitute in the second half, didn't want to move. Even Wang Ai, who always had poor physical fitness, sat down on his knees.
He lay on the ground, clenched his hands into fists, and listened to the praises of the audience.
That is the most beautiful sound in the world!
From the player tunnel, Chen Tao and Zhao Xuri appeared side by side, as well as Guo Liang, Feng Xiaoting, Dong Fangzhuo who walked slowly, and Zhou Haibin, Wang Yongpo, and Hao Junmin who slowly stood up. Chen Tao and Zhao Xuri successively pulled up their teammates.
Walking to the sidelines, he hugged his two mentors, Lao Gao and Lao Liu, hugged the "parents" who have been with him for many years, such as Lao Feng and Lao Zhu, and hugged Jose, the foreign teacher who had been a great help.
Amid waves of applause from the audience, the Chinese Olympic team held hands and bowed to each stand. In six games, 18 members worked hard and finally turned into a gold medal, embedded in the Chinese Legion's gold medal list. This
It is the 48th gold medal for the Chinese Legion in this Olympic Games, the 260th in the entire Olympic Games, and the first for Chinese football!
Amid the applause, Wang Ai and everyone held hands and bowed to thank all parties.
Before leaving the field, all the Nigerian stars greeted Wang Ai one after another and even exchanged his jerseys.
The tournament organizer came over with a smile and urged the Chinese team to hurry up and change clothes. The award ceremony will be held soon, followed by the third-place match of women's handball. The leaders, VIPs and fans in the stands did not leave, but were still waiting happily.
When Wang Ai carried Zhou Haibin to the players' tunnel, he looked up. Among the jubilant family members, Xu Qinglian huddled on a chair, holding her hands on her chin. Her face was a little red in the August afternoon heat. She felt relieved.
, with disbelieving smiles, eyes staring at him affectionately.
She was quiet and the joy around her was like two different worlds.
Wang Ai bared his teeth and pointed at her, her face, and her mouth.
Only then did Xu Qinglian wake up, waved her fist in shame, and secretly made a scissors gesture.
In the lively player tunnel, various leaders and staff who knew each other and did not know each other kept congratulating each other. Everyone shook hands and passed with the camera in front of them. In the locker room, Zhu Heyuan urged everyone: "Hurry up and celebrate when you go back."
Except for those who were injured or unwell, everyone rushed into the bathroom, splashed with water, applied shampoo and soap randomly, wiped them randomly after rinsing, and then squeezed out to find their own sneakers. There was a pile at the bathroom door.
Wang Ai's ones are easy to find, but the colors are different.
After cleaning up, everyone returned to the stadium under the leadership of Olympic Organizing Committee officials. At this time, the long medal podium was ready.
Unlike the time in Athens four years ago, when Wang Ai reluctantly climbed onto the shortest one, this time he was very proud, wearing a Chinese team jacket, standing in the middle of the crowd, looking at the stands and waving.
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The Argentinians in the classic blue and white striped shirts took the lead on the podium. After receiving the bouquets and medals, they all curiously turned over to look at the circle of dark green. Then the grass-green Nigerian team stepped onto the podium and received the silver medals in turn.
Finally, I turned it over and looked at the circle of light green.
The Beijing Olympic gold medals are so creative! Put together they are called Jin Xiangyu, and separately they are called Yuhuan!
Amid the highest cheers, Wang Ai happily took a step forward, and then...
"Why don't you come up?" Wang Ai put one foot on the table and asked Zheng Zhi beside him in confusion.
"Hurry up!" Zheng Zhi urged.
Wang Ai blinked and laughed: "Is it useful?"
He understood that this was a tacit understanding among his teammates. They took advantage of the small time difference between taking the stage and created a moment when he took the stage first to "praise" his contribution.
The distinguished guests and award-giving ladies in front of the podium were still waiting with smiles. The Argentina and Nigeria teams on both sides were also "waiting". Wang Ai shook his head, took a deep breath, pushed his legs, and was the first to get on the podium.
Amidst the roar of the mountains and the tsunami, the teammates took the stage one after another.
They all took the bouquets from the hands of the award-presenting ladies, accepted their congratulations, and accepted the gold medal awarded by Mr. He Zhenliang. When they came to Wang Ai, Mr. He even said a few words to Wang Ai. Wang Ai nodded seriously after hearing this.
Zheng Zhi next to him heard clearly what Mr. He said: "Xiao Wang, it's your turn to bid for the next Olympics."
Wang Ai's answer was: "I can, senior."
Under the flagpole in front of him, three national flags were unfolded. Wang Ai took the time to shout loudly: "Stand up straight and sing! If anyone doesn't open your mouth, I will let you sing all night long!"
But everyone was singing the national anthem, solemnly, excitedly, and in tears, but his thoughts were uncontrollably divergent. He didn't know if he would have a second chance to have the national flag raised for him and the national anthem in his lifetime.
Sing because of him.
When I think about this, I actually regret it: If I had chosen swimming, would I have had more opportunities? That fish named Phelps actually let "The Star-Spangled Banner" be sung for him eight times, damn it
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Why is football so difficult? So many talents at once!
After the national anthem, the Argentina and Nigeria teams took a group photo and then left the field. Everyone in the Chinese team took a photo together, showed off their gold medals, and launched Lao Gao together before preparing to leave.
No matter how brilliant the game is, it will eventually come to an end. Today’s exciting moments can be savored slowly with the gold medal in the future.
As they stepped onto the runway, reporters from all over the world rushed forward. Faced with the approaching Liu Jianhong, Wang Ai rarely shook his head and pushed Chen Tao over. He was exhausted now and was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Chen Tao was also the captain anyway.
It’s also qualified, there is no competition today.
Just as he was about to wave again and leave, a stack of national flags came from the players' tunnel.
Wang Ai took it and unfolded it. It was the familiar color of the jersey, the most affectionate color and the hottest color.
Holding the national flag in hand, looking at the stands, there are layers of people, layers of cheers, overwhelming passion, and singing from all directions.
For some reason, it was only then that Wang Ai became excited.
Wiping the corners of his eyes, Wang Ai held up the two corners of the national flag, carried it back and tied it on his chest, casually tying it into a red scarf.
"Come on, brothers, our Olympic Games are over, let's run one last lap."
Wang Ai greeted his teammates who had also imitated him in tying the national flag, and took the 12 people who could still run, divided them into three rows, put their hands on each other's shoulders, and jogged along the track.
Wherever I ran, the song of victory sounded.
The national flag fluttered behind them, forming a red wave. Each of them was a moving flag pole!
