Farias dropped deep and looked for the ball from his teammates.
He wants to rely on his own ability to bring football to the world.
If you run out of energy to bring into the penalty area, then take a penalty kick!
But he just caught the ball and turned around. He had just taken two steps when Hu Lai tackled him from the side and fell to the ground.
He fell to the ground and turned around to look at his teammates in the club with wide eyes.
Then he heard the whistle blow!
He struggled to get up from the ground and take a quick free kick, but then he heard the second whistle.
Then the third sound!
Farias, who was halfway up, was drained of all his strength and fell down again slumped.
The game is over...
The World Cup final is over...
He lost...
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With the whistle blowing, players on both sides of the field almost collapsed on the turf.
The Argentine players covered their faces with their hands.
In fact, many players in the Chinese team covered their faces with their hands.
If you just look at this scene, it’s really hard to tell which side won the championship...
This game was too torturous for the players and supporters of both teams.
Now when he heard the whistle blowing at the end of the game, the winner's first reaction was not celebration, but...relief.
On the other hand, the Chinese team players on the bench no longer had to suppress their emotions and rushed onto the field to hug and celebrate their teammates who were lying on the ground.
Qin Lin was actually very excited, but he still remembered his identity as the head coach and what he should do first and then what to do at this time - he turned and walked to the Argentine coaching bench next door to shake hands with Argentine head coach Feisol.
Feisol was extremely disappointed with this result, but after Hulay scored, he actually had a long time to build up mentally.
So when Qin Lin reached out to him in advance, he was already able to control his emotions very well.
He held Qin Lin's hand and congratulated him gracefully:
"A wonderful game, Mr. Qin. Congratulations on making history."
"Thank you, Mr. Feisul. Your performance is also great." Qin Lin responded politely.
After completing the handshake ceremony, Qin Lin finally no longer had to suppress his emotions.
He turned around and ran to the court impatiently, raising his arms with an excited smile on his face to go find his teammates to celebrate the championship.
He and his disciples have created the history of Chinese football and Asian football. Now there is no need to pretend or pretend, he just wants to celebrate, cheer and enjoy it all!
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"Hahahahaha!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
In the stands of the Workers' Stadium, all the Chinese fans were either cheering, screaming, crying, or cheering, screaming, and crying.
No matter what his identity is, how much money he has, how old he is, or how many storms he has experienced in life.
Being in this stadium, at this moment, I can't control my emotions.
Not only in this stadium, but also in this country, countless people cheered with laughter and tears at this moment.
Things they never dared to think about before have become a reality.
The jokes they used to make fun of themselves have become reality.
"Everything is free today!" the owner of the food stall announced loudly.
But immediately someone stood up and raised their arms and shouted: "No one can compete with me! I invited you today! As much wine as you want! I won't stop until I'm drunk!!"
On the big screen in the city square, the live broadcast camera was aimed at the stands of the Workers' Stadium. In a sea of red, there were countless huge five-star red flags waving in the stands.
At the same time, there was also a sea of red in the square, and the same red flag was waving.
It was as if a sea of red overflowed from the screen and spread to cities thousands of miles away from the capital.
The intersection has a green light, but the cars parked on the road have not moved. All the drivers are honking their horns desperately, and some people have prepared national flags stretched out from the car windows and sunroofs to wave. They replaced themselves with the sound of horns
's throat.
Lingnan's Lotus Stadium, Shanhai's Shanhai Stadium... countless such "final venues" are filled with cheering red crowds and waving five-star red flags. It's like the waves of this red sea.
The whole of China is a sea of red!
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"Ahhhhh!!!"
Han Shuyu screamed first, then suddenly turned around and pounced on Li Qingliang, who was recording on his mobile phone.
Li Qingliang was caught off guard by the collision. The camera of his mobile phone kept shaking and the picture was completely unclear.
He tried hard to steady the camera: "It's too shaken! I can't take the photo!"
I heard Han Shuyu shouting excitedly: "It's great to like football! I love football! I love football!"
Li Qingliang's body finally stabilized, but he could no longer attend to recording.
He held the hand holding the phone flat, and his other hand hung hesitantly on Han Shuyu's back.
Feeling the body temperature and fragrance of the woman in his arms, he felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.
He couldn't help but call out: "Han Shuyu... Han Shuyu, I love you too..."
Then he looked at Han Shuyu's widened eyes and saw himself reflected in them.
He was scared and closed his eyes: "...Football. I love football too! I love football! I love football so much!!"
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Melly stood on the turf with his hands on his hips, looking at the Chinese team players who were cheering and running back and forth in front of him.
Finally, his eyes were fixed on Hu Lai.
"Hello, Meili, I'm Hu Lai."
This is what Hulay said when shaking hands with him at the 2024 Madrid Olympics.
That was the first encounter with Hu Lai in his life.
At that time, he never thought that the young man in front of him would become his nightmare in the future.
He saw Hu Lai dove into the celebrating crowd and was quickly hugged by the excited Chinese players, who then lifted him up.
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Hu Lai rushed up to hug Wang Guangwei, and then he felt someone lifted him up from behind.
Then, he looked down and saw Lin Zhiyuan ducking between his legs, putting his legs on his shoulders, and then stood up.
He sat on Lin Zhiyuan's shoulders!
Other teammates waved and cheered to him below, with a bright smile on everyone's face.
The photographers surrounding these Chinese team players focused their cameras on them, pressed the shutter button, and the flash lights that lit up one after another were like the shining stars around the Chinese team.
"Hu was carried by Lin, the goalkeeper of the Chinese team! The players of the Chinese team used this method to let him enjoy the cheers of the audience alone!"
"There are many contributors to the Chinese team's ability to win the World Cup. For example, Wang who made the goal-line save, Lin who saved the penalty kick, Xing who scored the first goal, and Zhang who made the perfect assist... But I
I think everyone agrees that the biggest contributor is Hu! Obviously the Chinese team players also think so!"
"Witnessed by hundreds of millions of fans around the world, the new king is crowned!"
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Xie Lan covered her mouth and cried so hard that she couldn't help herself.
Hu Lixin's eyes were moist and his nose was sore, but he tried not to cry like his wife beside him.
He recalled his joy and relief of becoming a father for the first time when Hu Lai was born.
He also recalled the shock and anger when he first saw Hulay holding a football, as well as the pain and humiliation of recalling the past.
He even recalled the shocked look in his eyes when he slapped his son on the face.
There were many things that he thought he had forgotten, but he didn't expect that he could still remember them so clearly...
I am not a good father, but fortunately, I have a good wife and a good son.
He put his arms around his wife and pulled her into his arms.
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"Old Zhao, hit me! Hit me!"
Wang Xiaojun made "unreasonable" demands to Zhao Kangming beside him.
Zhao Kangming was surprised: "Why should I hit you?"
"Punch me. If it hurts, it means this is not a dream!"
Zhao Kangming couldn't laugh or cry: "Of course this is not a dream! This is certainly not a dream! Can this process of the finals be dreamed up?"
"That's what I said... But I still have a strong sense of unreality, and I always worry that this is my imagination... it's a dream!" Wang Xiaojun murmured.
When Zhao Kangming heard this, he suddenly slapped Wang Xiaojun's thigh hard.
The pain made Wang Xiaojun jump up at that time, and then he bared his teeth and shouted: "Damn, you really hit me!"
Zhao Kangming smiled evilly: "Isn't this what you asked for? I have never heard of such an outrageous request. Of course I must satisfy you!"
Wang Xiaojun stared at Zhao Kangming, then stared... He couldn't help it, and started laughing.
Then the two old men laughed and hugged each other.
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While the Chinese players and fans were celebrating, the staff at the scene were also taking the time to build the podium.
The much-anticipated awards ceremony is about to begin.
Before the final trophy is awarded, there are various individual awards.
Such as the Golden Boot, Golden Ball and Golden Glove.
After the podium is set up, according to the rules, the president of FIFA, the host country, and the leaders of both countries in the finals will jointly award trophies and medals to the players of both teams.
The first award was the World Cup Golden Glove Award.
The winner was Mauro Albertazzi, the captain and main goalkeeper of the Italian national team.
Although Lin Zhiyuan performed well in the final, he conceded seven goals in the entire World Cup and was indeed not suitable to win this award.
Albertazzi, who led the Italian team to win the World Cup bronze medal, is the most outstanding goalkeeper in this World Cup. He deserves this award.
After Albertazzi received the award, he then presented awards related to shooters: Golden Boot, Silver Boot and Bronze Boot.
Coincidentally, the ones who finally won these three trophies were the "Big Three" in today's football.
Kabangka won the Bronze Boot with four goals and two assists - because in addition to Kabangka, England center Darren Hunt also scored four goals, so in the end Kabangka, who had two more assists, became
Bronze boots.
The silver boot went to Melli who scored six goals.
As for the Golden Boot, there is no doubt that it belongs to Hu Lai who scored 14 goals.
Watching Hu Lai, Meili and Kabangka walk up to the podium together to receive their own World Cup Golden Boot trophy, He Feng was still very excited. He was not excited because Hu Lai won the golden boot - the World Cup Golden Boot is very important to
Hulay has become a daily routine. He has participated in three World Cups, and he has been the golden boot in these three World Cups - he is because of the number of goals Hulay scored in this World Cup:
"Hulay! This is the third time he has won the World Cup Golden Boot! He has gone one step further on this basis! Fourteen goals in a single session, greatly surpassing Celine Montiel's record of 11 goals in a single session!
The goal number fourteen also coincides with his jersey number, as if it was destined! From then on, the number 'fourteen' has a new meaning for Chinese football!"
Standing side by side on the podium, Hu Lai was in the middle, holding the World Cup Golden Boot trophy and smiling extremely happily.
Melly stood to his right, holding the Silver Boot trophy in his hand, with a serious and tense expression.
Kabangka stood on Hu Lai's left hand side, holding the Bronze Boot trophy in his hand and maintaining a polite smile.
Photographers from all over the world recorded the three of them.
After taking photos, the three people walked off the podium one by one.
Kabangka left the court with his trophy, while Hulay and Meili stayed, preparing to take the stage for the second time.
"The next award is to the best player of the World Cup!"
There is actually no suspense about this. Hulay won the World Cup Golden Ball, Melli won the World Cup Silver Ball, and Mauro Albertazzi won the World Cup Bronze Ball.
After the individual awards are awarded, it’s the turn of the much-anticipated group awards.
The first to take the stage is of course the runner-up Argentina.
The players of the Chinese team all stood in front of the podium, lined up in two rows, and welcomed the Argentinian players to the stage to receive the award.
But none of the Argentine players had a smile on their face.
They will not feel honored just because of the courtesy given by the Chinese team players.
After experiencing such a tragic fight, many Argentine players were not even willing to high-five or shake hands with the Chinese team players.
They passed between the two rows of Chinese team players with numb expressions, filed onto the podium, and then numbly received the silver medal from the FIFA president and the Argentine president.
Melly and Feisol received special treatment. They were hugged and comforted by the president of FIFA and the president of their country.
Despite this, there was not even a trace of smile on their faces.
I'm afraid it will take them a long time to digest the bitter consequences of failure...
As Junpei Morikawa said, after experiencing such a cruel game, it is impossible for either side to accept defeat calmly.
When Merry walked off the podium, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the gold cup quietly placed in the center of the podium.
That was the highest honor he dreamed of, it was so close but so far out of reach.
The undisguised longing and disappointment in his eyes were intertwined, making countless Argentina and Melli fans heartbroken.
After putting in so much effort, you can only be a loser. No one can say "I have tried my best, so I have no regrets."
Such frivolous words cannot comfort an unyielding soul.
"Argentina has at least four chances to kill the Chinese team and win the championship in this final. The closest they came to winning the World Cup was only about 20 seconds..."
Seeing the scene of Meili staring at the Golden Cup of Hercules, He Feng said with emotion.
"But... they met the Chinese team, which was in better shape and more tenacious!"
Speaking of these words, He Feng's voice increased, because with the resignation of head coach Feisol, the award ceremony entered the final stage.
The players of the Chinese team can't wait to go on stage to receive the award.
All the players were crowded at the entrance steps of the podium, eager to try.
And everyone set their sights on the golden cup.
It was an existence that they had never even dared to think about. Unexpectedly, they only had to wait a few more minutes before they could hold it in their own hands, touch it, and kiss it...
"I still remember that when Hu Lai put on the national team jersey for the first time and was interviewed, he said that his dream was to one day wear the Chinese team jersey and win the World Cup with his own hands. How many people scolded him and ridiculed him at that time
They? Countless! At that time, when Chinese football had just deepened its reform for less than ten years, and the Chinese team had never reached the World Cup finals, there was actually a Chinese player who said he wanted to win the World Cup? What a slippery slope.
The most ridiculous thing in the world!"
He Feng recalled the past fondly.
"They said Hu Lai was bragging, ignorant of the bounds of the world, and just sensationalizing... But time finally proved everything. What ordinary people think of as sensationalism and deviance is actually a young man with a heart of gold. I know that after this final, I will definitely
Some people will praise Hu Lai as a "divine prophecy". But where is the "divine prophecy"? It is nothing but the hard work and dedication of Hu Lai and his partners for ten years, which finally made the dream come true!"
As he spoke, there was an emotional broadcast on the live radio, which aroused cheers from the audience:
"Invite the champion, all members of the Chinese National Men's Football Team, to come on stage to receive the award!!"
Amid cheers and majestic music, the Chinese team players filed on stage to receive their World Cup championship gold medals one by one.
After every player gets the medal, he will look at it carefully in front of his eyes, which is very rare.
As captain, Wang Guangwei was the last to receive the gold medal.
Then he and the FIFA president walked to the stand where the Gold Cup was placed.
His teammates were waiting for him behind the stage.
Wang Guangwei looked at the trophy in front of him and could not restrain his excitement.
Hu Lai shouted at him: "Captain Wang, why are your hands shaking?"
This caused everyone around to laugh and boo:
"Can you do it, Captain Wang? Can you do it, Captain Wang?"
"How about I do it instead? I have a good waist and my hands don't shake!"
Even the president of FIFA specifically warned: "Be sure to be sure, King!"
Wang Guangwei turned around and glared at the group of teammates who had not wandered away, then took a deep breath and watched the FIFA president pick up the trophy from the table and hand it to him.
He stretched out his hands and caught it steadily.
Then when the FIFA president let go, he clearly felt his hands falling.
This is the weight of a world champion!
When Wang Guangwei received the Hercules Gold Cup, the Chinese team players behind him began to kneel down and raise their hands.
The same was true for the Chinese fans in the stands, and they continued to make low sounds, looking like they were ready to go.
"Here it comes!" He Feng said loudly, "The most exciting moment to win the cup is here!"
When Wang Guangwei struggled to lift the gold cup in his hand, the players of the Chinese team jumped up, raised their arms and shouted.
The shouts in the Workers' Stadium also reached their climax!
Brilliant fireworks soared into the sky from the ceiling of the Workers' Stadium as Wang Guangwei raised his glass.
Colorful confetti streamers sprayed down from the ceiling, flying all over the sky.
The classic championship music "We Are the Champions" echoed in the venue.
In the summer of 2034, the legendary story belonging to this country was painted with a strong and colorful final touch, and it was permanently fixed in everyone's heart.
"2034 World Cup! Champion - Chinese team!! Yes, we are the champion!!!"
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PS, I'm very sorry for the single update.
Mainly because I haven’t finished writing the last chapter of this book, which is Chapter 239, so I can’t update it in one breath.
I have no choice but to keep looking back at the stories and people I have written, to immerse myself in their joys, sorrows and joys again, and to put myself into them.
Although it is only one chapter, it takes a lot of time and energy.
But if nothing else happens, everyone should be able to see it tomorrow. ()