Five hundred and eighty-first chapters are free and easy to travel (prologue: elegance and embarrassment)
Taking a slow approach, taking a quick kick, Neuer flew across the air and looked up, the football was in the upper left corner!
"Come in, come in!" Hoarse shouts echoed in the living rooms of thousands of households in China, accompanied by the intense beating of hearts.
After scoring the goal, Wang Ai turned around, as if he had completed an ordinary technical move, and let out a sigh of relief with a calm expression. Before his mind could react, he was knocked down by his teammates.
Under the urging of the Germans, Wang Ai and the others did not deliberately delay time and restarted the game in the 90th minute. However, it was not only the Germans who were inspired at the last moment, but also the Chinese, who passed and destroyed again and again.
Penetration after penetration, interception after interception, finally three minutes passed and the referee blew the whistle!
At this time, Chen Tao was pushing away Ozil's entanglement and kicked the ball to Wang Ai. Wang Ai heard the whistle before he could catch it, and then stopped, shook his head, smiled, picked the ball with his foot, and headed towards it.
He looked at the stands of the Chinese team, which was the loudest in the whole game, and kicked it.
The Chinese team, an Asian team, and a team dominated by yellow people, entered the men's football World Cup finals for the first time. This football is a witness to history. When Leonie on the sidelines had already hugged one, Wang Ai simply took the ball.
A football as a gift to the fans.
Put it away, my dear!
Amid the applause, Wang Ai walked towards Bastian Schweinsteiger, who had been entangled with him throughout the game, and the two exchanged jerseys.
In the dressing room where demons were dancing, Wang Ai sat in a corner.
"Are you unhappy?" Yan Shiduo, who had been smiling for a long time, walked up to Wang Ai, bent down and asked with concern.
Wang Ai shook his head: "I don't know what's wrong. I should be happy, but I don't feel happy. There is a fire in my heart that is about to explode, but it is blocked."
Yan Shiduo nodded when he heard the sound, thought for a while, and waved: "Come, come with me for a walk."
The two of them walked all the way from the noisy stadium to the quiet parking lot, and didn't speak until they got in the car. At this moment, the two people who have been involved in football for many years were full of emotions and mixed feelings. Yan Shiduo, Gao Hongbo, and Wang Ai
, it is the line of Chinese football from leaders to coaches to players. After ten years of hard work and ten years of hard work, there was finally a breakthrough on the night of Durban, South Africa, and the anxiety of the final battle.
"It's Spain again." Yan Shiduo sighed hurriedly until he noticed the team members appeared in view carrying bags.
"Yes, it's Spain again." Wang Ai also let out a sigh of relief.
Yan Shiduo looked at Wang Ai funny: "I won't ask you if you are sure. It's too vulgar."
Wang Ai chuckled, then heard Yan Shiduo continue: "I can only say, try your best, the outcome is left to historical contingency. Your journey to this day has proven that football can escape historical inevitability as long as it follows the right path."
Wang Ai said "Yeah": "We are at least ten years ahead of schedule, maybe a hundred years."
Yan Shiduo leaned on the seat of the bus and smiled and said: "I just received a call from the leader. The leader asked me to tell you, and of course everyone else, that the motherland is proud of you and that you are a good role model for the youth."
Wang Ai's smile solidified and turned into surprise: "This, this..."
"It is indeed a bit high, but you have to understand that the leader is also an ordinary fan at this time, especially after watching the game. You only need to remember the first sentence and forget the second sentence."
Wang Ai nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes... then don't tell everyone, right?"
"Yeah." Yan Shiduo saw that everyone was about to get on the bus and said hurriedly: "I'm telling you because I can't discount the leader's words."
Returning to the manor in the suburbs, Lao Gao announced that he would have a day off tomorrow and that he could freely move around in the manor tonight. Some team members had supper, some played games, some played cards, some read, and of course some were quiet
Wandering outside the manor... Wang Ai and Leonie.
Wang Ai and Leonie actually did nothing. They just lay quietly on the withered grass by the sea and stared at the stars in a daze. To be more specific, Leonie accompanied Wang Ai in a daze.
At first, Wang Ai just wanted Chinese football to stop being so useless, but he never imagined that he would be where he is today. Until, under the night sky of South Africa, on the beach of Durban, with Leonie's silent company, he defeated Germany's three teams in the semi-finals.
Hours later, Wang Aicai gradually accepted the reality.
"How did I get to where I am today?" Wang Ai said to himself.
Leonie tightened her clothes and huddled on Wang Ai's chest, listening to her boyfriend's heartbeat.
"When I was in junior high school, everyone had been practicing for six or seven years. I spent more training time than others. Of course, I also had better nutritional conditions and a clearer development direction, so I had a little lead."
"Then when you got to the National Youth League, you still had more training time than others, had good nutrition and brains, and then you got a little bit ahead." Leonie leaned on Wang Ai's chest and pressed Wang Ai's upper lip: "
Then you go to the Olympic team, the national team... why don’t you have a beard?”
"What?"
"Why don't you have a beard?" Leonie touched Wang Ai's upper lip and chin: "Everyone else should have a full beard."
"Isn't this good? This means that my growth is slow and my career life is long. This means that my collagen is still very strong." Wang Ai tilted his head and looked at the deputy team leader in his arms: "Besides, you have a beard, you
Isn’t it disgusting when you kiss?”
The two got into a quarrel at the beach and didn't return to the manor to rest separately until late at night.
The next day, the whole team boarded a plane and flew back to Johannesburg, where they checked into the same hotel again. But this time, a whole floor was reserved and professional security was hired. So far in the World Cup, the national team has won 2,400 for the Football Association.
A huge sum of 10,000 US dollars! It can cover six years of Chinese Super League naming fees. This is a windfall!
And only eight years ago, the Football Association asked FIFA to help poverty, and took 400,000 US dollars and talked about it for a long time.
If it weren't for the fact that the athletes didn't have much to eat, Director Wade would have wanted to fly over with a chef.
In the afternoon, the Chinese Embassy in South Africa and Chinese-funded enterprises sent a theatrical performance team, many of whom were children of diplomats and corporate cadres and workers. In the evening, the players' families were invited and came to celebrate.
Behind the laughter in the hotel restaurant is the intensive work of the core members of the national team. Now the only things facing the national team are victory and defeat and gains and losses of 6 million US dollars. The Football Association, coaches, and players all stand at the forefront of this history.
Faced with the choice, the motherland and the people are also waiting for them to make a choice.
The Spanish team has put too much pressure on the Chinese team. From last year's Confederations Cup to this year's World Cup, the two sides have met three times, winning, losing, and drawing! It seems to be a tie, but the Chinese team's victory and draw are the two cup groups.
match, and the Spanish team’s victory was the knockout round!
No matter how tough the words are, there is still a trace of hesitation in the heart of the Chinese delegation at this time.
