In China's top ten match against Oman, Yu Genwei scored the only goal.
In the following time, Chinese fans spent their time in tension and anticipation.
A score of 1:0 is really a breathless situation in a football match.
Because if the lagging side wants to make a comeback, it may only happen in an instant.
Fortunately, the Omani team was really weak and failed to seize several opportunities, allowing the Chinese team to maintain the score until the end.
As the referee blew the whistle to end the game, the whole land of China was completely boiling.
Chinese football finally made it to the World Cup finals.
This period of time is really a magical and prosperous year for China, with good news coming one after another.
Successfully bid for the Olympic Games, successfully joined the WTO, and now entered the World Cup, and that plane...
"It's not easy, it's really not easy. Our football is finally going to the world."
Li Zhen was supported by Xiao Qian and Xu Shujin, and his eyes filled with tears as he looked at the boiling Wulihe Stadium.
Xiao Qian wisely said nothing and allowed the old man to enjoy this rare happiness.
Perhaps, this is also the only happy moment for Chinese fans.
It would be too cruel to say anything bad at this time.
"Let's go and show our condolences to these young men who are fighting so hard."
Li Zhen finally spoke, took Xiao Qian and Xu Shujin out of the stands and went straight to the players' waiting room.
They walked slowly, and by the time they reached the waiting room, the players there had already finished celebrating and had changed into clean clothes.
The big boss was coming, so the players had to shorten their excited celebrations as much as possible, but their mood was still in the clouds.
Everyone knows that as participants in this game, they will definitely be engraved in the history of Chinese football.
Li Zhen walked in and was greeted by everyone's applause.
He also applauded and stood in front of everyone to speak.
"It's not your place to applaud me, I'm just a fan and I didn't do anything. It's my place to applaud you, you... played well!"
The players were grinning widely, but nothing was worth the praise from the leader.
Officials from the Football Association came up and introduced Li Zhen one by one.
"This is our biggest contributor to the World Cup, Coach Milu."
Li Zhen held Milu's hand and sighed with emotion.
"China and Yugoslavia are friends whose friendship is as good as gold and stone. The fact that Chinese football can achieve such achievements with the help of friends is a continuation of the friendship between our two countries. From now on, Coach Milu, I will be your friend."
When Li Zhen mentioned Yugoslavia, tears filled the corners of Milu's eyes.
He is a person who came from the Yugoslav era. When Yugoslavia was divided due to civil war, this made him extremely sad.
He never said he was a Croatian or a Serbian, and finally became a Mexican national.
"I am very grateful to my Chinese friends for their help during the most difficult period in Yugoslavia. It is an honor for me to make a small contribution to Chinese football."
Milu may not be the top coach in the world, but he is definitely one of the coaches with the highest emotional intelligence.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to lead this group of rough guys from the national football team to the World Cup.
Xiao Qian followed Li Zhen very low-key, just looking at the people present curiously.
They are all people with stories, but as a Chinese footballer, the endings of many of these people's stories are not so happy.
He originally accompanied Li Zhen here, but unexpectedly someone found his head.
"Xiao, it's an honor for you to come and watch my game."
Milu came over and hugged Xiao Qian with a sincere tone.
Xiao Qian was quite surprised.
"You know me?"
Milu nodded.
"I saw the news and learned that you became a shareholder of Real Madrid. That is the greatest club in the world and the highest palace for every football person."
It turned out that this was what happened, Xiao Qian made a joke.
"Barcelona people don't agree with what you said."
Milou laughed loudly. The relationship between Real Madrid and Barcelona is known to the whole world.
Looking around, Milu couldn't help but reveal his true thoughts.
"It's really difficult to play football in China. You know, there were times when I wanted to give up."
Milu and Xiao Qian are strangers, why would they say such things in front of Xiao Qian?
The reason is simple.
Because Xiao Qian is a shareholder of Real Madrid.
In Milu's opinion, someone who can become the owner of Real Madrid must understand football better than other Chinese people.
When he was coaching in China, the most distressing thing was that there were too few people who knew football, and they always interfered with his coaching, which made him miserable.
It can be said that under such circumstances, he was able to lead the national football team to the World Cup, which is really a miracle.
Xiao Qian could only sympathize with this.
"There is no way. In the field of Chinese football, there are too many people who are obviously unprofessional but like to point fingers."
Facing Xiao Qian's confession, Milu was really relieved.
After he came to China and coached the national football team, he was the first person to face the problems of Chinese football and not hide his illness.
Who asked Xiao Qian to witness the farce of Chinese football for so many years?
The arrogance of Chinese footballers is really no joke.
In his previous life, Lippi coached the national football team for the second time, but because of the players' poor performance, he resigned and left without even asking for liquidated damages.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the reason is that those players are rotten wood and cannot be carved.
In three games, each of the three defenders made an unreasonable low-level mistake.
The low-level ones may even make people wonder whether they did it on purpose.
Just then, a certain football media person named Dong made bold remarks during the live broadcast, saying that Lippi did not respect Chinese football at all.
It cannot be ruled out that when he said this, he took the opportunity to sell off the angry Chinese fans and gain popularity.
However, it is also evident that Chinese football has the virtue of not humbly learning even when it is clear that its strength is not good enough.
A group of commentators, across the screen, taught the world champion coach how to line up his troops and how to play football...
Not bad at all, it exploded at 45 degrees...
Judging from the footwork of the national football team's cross pass, this 45-degree explosion is actually quite difficult.
After understanding Xiao Qian's thoughts, Milu couldn't help but feel excited.
He pulled Xiao Qian a little further, and then said to Xiao Qian in English: "Xiao, I know you. I know that you have great energy in China. That old man is an amazing big shot. You
…Can you help me?”
Xiao Qian frowned and said nothing.
He really instinctively refused to get involved in the mess of Chinese football.
But he is also a fan, so this is very confusing.
Just when he hesitated, Milu started talking to himself.
"You know, some people in the Football Association have put forward unrealistic performance requirements. They even have illusions about the group stage of the World Cup."
Xiao Qian was stunned and vaguely thought of something.
The famous and flattering predictions of the so-called experts in previous lives couldn't help but come to mind again.
A small victory over Costa Rica, a tie with Turkey, a small loss against Brazil, and the second place in the group...
Although the World Cup qualifiers are not over yet, and we still don’t know what group the Chinese team will be divided into, some people are actually starting to dream about it.
Xiao Qian really didn't know how to complain, and pointed at the players who were still excited.
"Based on their strength, they are extremely lucky to score a goal in the World Cup."
He said this based on his performance in his previous life, but when it fell into Milu's ears, Milu's eyes lit up.
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Milu became even more anxious and could never let go of Xiao Qian's thigh.
"To tell you the truth, my expectation for the World Cup is to score a goal and break the embarrassment of zero. As for qualifying, it is impossible to achieve."
This was the first time Xiao Qian knew that Milu's thoughts were so realistic.
In the previous life, the general public opinion was greatly inflated by the hype. Whether it was the media or the public, it felt as if the national football team was guilty of not qualifying for the group stage.
Milu's tone was fast and urgent, pointing to the players and saying: "But even if you want to score a goal, it's not easy to do it with just these players. Originally, I had my favorite players, but you know, if you can
I don't have the final say on who to choose. I want to ask you to help me get the players I need to come to the national team."
Xiao Qian's head was full of black lines, but she didn't expect Milu's request to be so excessive.
