The World Cup in Japan and South Korea has officially started.
As a senior fan of two generations, Peng Bo specially invited his father-in-law to travel to South Korea to watch the World Cup.
This was the first family trip. When they arrived in South Korea, Wu Qianyu and Luo Yan were already waiting at the airport, and the family checked into the Shilla Hotel directly.
In the evening, Li Fuzhen and Li Xian hosted a banquet. People from the British Embassy also came to accompany them. Li Jianxi was also present at the banquet.
June 8th, today is the day when China and Brazil face off.
The Seogwipo Stadium in South Korea has long been a sea. There are definitely more Chinese fans than Koreans at the scene. Seeing the Chinese red everywhere, Peng Bo couldn't help but feel refreshed.
"Mr. Peng, everything is ready." Zhuo Wei also came to South Korea. In the past few months, he has been busy with one thing. He communicated with the World Football Federation through Nike. The result of the communication was to fulfill his predecessor Peng.
Bo's dream is to score a goal in the World Cup.
"Why did you choose this game with Brazil?" Brazil is a strong team in the world. It is difficult to score goals in the game with Brazil. Peng Bo was a little dissatisfied.
"This way, it will be even more shocking," Zhuo Wei hurriedly explained, "Mr. Peng, we have already communicated. You can just enjoy the moment of scoring in the stands."
"Does the country know?" Peng Bo looked at Zhuo Wei. Zhuo Wei was always responsible for such things in the company, but he could always achieve his wishes and satisfy him.
"Don't worry, no one knows," Zhuo Wei said with a smile, "I heard that the Koreans did more outrageous things. Compared to them, we can be considered conscientious."
"Well, let's go to the locker room and have a look." Peng Bo thought for a while and didn't ask any other questions. He can enter and exit the players' locker room without Milu's consent or the Football Association's consent, because all football
Athletes wanted him in, and their friendship was his passport.
"Brother He."
"Brother Fan."
Peng Bo greeted everyone one by one. He saw the general, but he vaguely remembered that Fan Zhiyi did not play in this game.
"I'm fine, it's a minor injury, it won't affect me." Even if he doesn't play in the UK, he still represents his country in the World Cup. This is in sharp contrast to those players in later generations who were so fierce in their clubs that they failed to perform when playing for their country.
"Okay," Peng Bo hugged his shoulders in a very intimate manner, "I announce that in this game, whoever scores a goal will be awarded one million!"
"One million?" Yang Chen turned around in surprise.
"One million? Is that too much?" Shen Si said with a smile, "We are not afraid of the Brazilians. For Mr. Peng's one million, I will fight for this one."
"But it's not fair," Jiang Jin said loudly, "I am the goalkeeper and can't score goals."
"If you don't concede a goal, you will be awarded four million." Peng Bo clearly remembers the score with the Brazilian team in his previous life.
"Four million?" Zhao Junzhe stretched out four fingers and exclaimed.
Milu looked on with a smile. He knew that Peng Bo had a good relationship with these players. At this time, the tactics had been practiced many times. What was needed now was to boost morale, and Peng Bo's appearance would boost morale.
Got taller.
Back in the stands, Heinwei was chatting with her parents. When she saw Peng Bo sitting next to her father, introducing the Chinese players to him, she couldn't help but ask, "Can the Chinese team win this game?"
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Peng Bo smiled, this was obviously love for the house and the war, but the difference between the Chinese team and the Brazilian team was too far.
In this World Cup, Ronaldo, who has an "Afu head", disrupted the entire defense of the national football team by himself. Li Weifeng, who was responsible for marking him in that game, sighed after the game: "When I met Ronaldo, I realized how high the sky is."
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However, facing Brazil, which is full of top stars, the Chinese men's football team did not lose their fighting spirit. Zhao Junzhe hit the Brazilian goalpost with a shot. If there is a little bit of luck, this is destined to be recorded in the history of Chinese football.
goal!
This national football team even dared to play against Brazil. In the first 30 minutes, the Chinese team had an advantage in possession of the ball! Unfortunately, their opponent had Ronaldo, Rivaldo, Carlos and Ronaldinho.
Brazil team.
Although the Chinese team bid farewell to the World Cup stage with an average score of 0:3 per game. But no one could have imagined that this trip to the World Cup would become the most glorious moment of Chinese football in the next 16 years. After that, the performance of the national team in competitions went from bad to worse.
, there was even a "miracle" of losing to Thailand 1:5.
Every subsequent World Cup has been staged with promotion, upset, ecstasy and sadness! And for the Chinese, scenes from 2002 come back to our memories from time to time...
With the goalkeeper's whistle, the game begins!
On the court, slogans and horns from countless Chinese players immediately rang out, making people suspect that this was the home court of the Chinese team.
In the first 10 minutes or so, the Chinese team was very energetic and was playing against Brazil. However, it was obvious that the strength gap was too much and it could not pose a threat to Brazil. After 10 minutes, Brazil found China's vital goal and began to attack. In the 13th minute, Carlos
A free kick was scored, followed by two more goals from Ronaldinho and Rivaldo, giving Brazil a 3-goal lead in the first half.
Ronaldo scored another goal in the second half, and Peng Bo became anxious. He picked up the phone, and Zhuo Wei immediately followed him.
"What's going on?" Peng Bo stared at him, making Zhuo Wei feel a little scared.
"It's settled. Is it because the Brazilians don't trust their word?" Zhuo Wei felt unsure. He has already scored three goals. If he continues to score, how can the Chinese fans stand it? How can Mr. Peng explain this...
Suddenly, a huge exclamation came from the arena.
Peng Bo and Zhuo Wei looked at each other, and they immediately rushed back to the stands without even bothering to say anything.
Sure enough, the Chinese spectators in the stands were all looking at the stadium infatuatedly. Everyone's face had an expression of disbelief. Everyone's face was painful and intoxicated, crazy and crazy.
Excited...
"We scored."
Peng Bo murmured.
"We scored."
Zhuo Wei said crazily.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi taking off his clothes and running wildly on the field, Peng Bo burst into tears for a moment.
Just now, they didn't see that Li Weifeng made a direct pass, Fan Zhiyi got rid of Ronaldo and Rilivaldo, and was pulled down by Ronaldo in the center of the penalty area. Swedish referee Frisk pointed to the penalty spot, and Fan Zhiyi made the shot. The Chinese team finally won the World Cup.
The first goal was scored on the field!
"Are the Brazilians letting off steam?" Peng Bo still couldn't believe it. Fan Zhiyi scored a goal and the whole country went crazy. This is a day worth remembering for Chinese football.
But you can’t spend your money in vain!
"Damn it," Zhuo Wei spit out a national curse, "These Brazilians have no spirit of contract!"
He was about to pick up his cell phone to call, but it rang. Soon, he put down the phone and said, "Mr. Peng, the Brazilians are in trouble."
Peng Bo was actually a little disappointed. He would rather spend the money in vain. He would rather give out money as a reward. But with his strength here, it took him a long time to utter two words, "Holy shit!"