Fox in the Penalty Area Chapter 338

The French commentator in the narration booth stood up excitedly after seeing Hu Lai score a goal. He shouted: "Hu Lai scored! Hu Lai scored again! This is his third place in the game. A ball! Hat trick! Oh my God! This is his first World Cup! He has scored five goals and led the scorer list! Guys, can you believe it? Have you ever imagined that before the start of the World Cup? A player from China can lead the World Cup scorer list!"

The Spanish commentator laughed and said: "What else can I say? In front of such a wonderful performance, what can I say? Hahaha...This is football, friends! This is football! Here, you can see one The new World Cup army has pushed the world champion into a hurry! You can also see that a new football hero is being born!"

British TV commentator Matthew Cox pointed to the stadium and said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen! Allow me to introduce you again... This is the top scorer and best scorer in the English Premier League last season. Player, striker from Premier League champion Leeds...Hu-Lai!!!"

The Qatar narrator was hoarse and just kept repeating Hu Lai's name, and didn't stop until his voice was hoarse.

Throughout the commentary booth, all commentators fell into a different degree of madness.

This is the charm of football. In the face of a sufficiently great performance, people can completely put aside the differences in nationality, race and politics and sing praises for him.

So is Hu Lai's performance great enough?

Of course, it is undoubtedly great!

After the celebration, the Chinese team players returned to their own half, and they could hear the deafening shouts one after another in the stands.

They can't hear some sounds, and they don't know what they are calling.

But some are very clear and familiar.

At first they thought that the fans were shouting conventional cheering slogans such as "Come on for the Chinese team" and "Long live the Chinese team."

But if you listen carefully, you will find that there is no "team" in the slogans shouted by these people.

Not "long live the Chinese team".

But "Long live China".

Not "the Chinese team is awesome."

It's "China's Niubi".

The difference of one word brought a great psychological impact to the Chinese team players.

They suddenly remembered what Team Leader Hong said to them at the internal meeting before going to the World Cup:

"You go out to represent the image of the country. If you play well, the overseas students and overseas Chinese in North America will have a bright face. If you don't play well, you will be embarrassed, and then the overseas Chinese and overseas students will also lose their heads. Come. Always remember that there is a five-star red flag embroidered on the heart of this jersey!"

At that time, there were players who muttered privately, feeling that the words of Team Leader Hong were not level-isn't this putting pressure on us?

In the past, all kinds of leaders held meetings without stopping, which made us all nervous. When we were on the court, we couldn't move our legs...

The media has criticized this practice many times.

Now the Football Association really rarely uses this method to increase the psychological burden on everyone, but in turn reduces the burden on the team. Say something like "Football is football, just focus on the game, don't think about other things".

This time the Chinese team has finally participated in the World Cup for the first time. Why does Team Leader Hong put more burdens on our shoulders?

Until this moment, listening to the deafening shouts of "Long Live China" and watching the Chinese fans waving the national flag in the stands, those international footballers who had muttered realized how correct what the team leader Hong said.

Regardless of whether anyone said those words, their team in the United States represents China.

Otherwise, why are they called the "Chinese Team"?

So their performance will of course be linked to the image of the country.

This is a fact that exists objectively regardless of whether Team Leader Hong says it or not.

They used to treat it as pressure because most of the time they used their performance to humiliate Chinese fans. Of course, there is pressure to be scolded.

And now, they have used their performance to brighten the faces of all Chinese fans... They didn't feel that it was a huge pressure at once, but turned into a surging motivation, pushing their legs back to their own. Halftime.

"The game is not over yet!" In the crowd, the captain Yao Huasheng loudly reminded his teammates, "Brazil will definitely counterattack next, defend! We must defend! We must not lose this game!"

"No problem, Team Yao!" Lin Zhiyuan responded loudly, "Guaranteed not to let them score another goal!"

The substitute players ran back with them, and Jiang Wanqing, who had already been replaced, was also slapped and cheered: "Hold it! Take your life to keep this point! We bid farewell to the World Cup with an undefeated record!"

"Come on!"

"Come on!!"

The Chinese team players ran back along the sideline and then separated at the center line.

The players on the field returned to their positions, and the substitute players returned to the bench one after another, but instead of sitting back in their seats, they all stood on the sidelines and cheered for their teammates.

Mao Junzheng was unable to go back, he was held back by assistant coach Li Zhifei: "Ready to play!"

Mao Jun was called to warm up from time to time in the second half, so he can be on the court right now, and there is no need to warm up again.

He quickly took off his backup vest and came to Shi Wuyin's side: "Shi Zhishi."

Shi Wuyin nodded and gave him the opportunity: "You go on the field to play against Yao Huasheng as a central defender, and let Wang Guangwei go to the midfielder position to assist the midfielder defense...remind everyone not to be squashed by the Brazilian attack. In any case, you must maintain enough. Deep, there must be a hierarchy between the back line and the forward line..."

He is about to use his last substitution place.

Hu Lai, who returned to the Chinese team halftime, stood outside the center circle, waiting for the Brazilian team to kick off.

Then he noticed that someone seemed to be looking at him, and then looked at him along the way.

Sure enough, I saw Kabangka staring at him.

Those eyes are not friendly.

But Hulay also fully understands why Kabangka has such a look-whoever's team is equalized in the last few minutes of the game, I am afraid that he will not be friendly...

But Hu Lai is not afraid of unkindness turning into unkindness.

You are in a bad mood, what does it have to do with my Hu Lai?

But I am in a very good mood!

So he grinned at Kabangka.

Kabangka was a little autistic with a smile, and could only retract his gaze and looked down at his toes.

Ramon Cantro, who saw this scene in front of the TV, suddenly smiled: "Ha!"

Melly next to him asked strangely, "What are you laughing at, Ramon?"

Cantero said triumphantly: "My hopes for revenge next season will increase!"

Melly couldn't understand: "Why do you say that?"

Cantero pointed to the TV screen: "Because Kabangka has also experienced our previous feelings at the Olympics! So when he returns to the league next season, he will definitely try to find Hu Lai for revenge!"

Seeing his roommate so happy, Melly hesitated to say: "But..."

"But what?" Cantero asked.

"Uh, but Ramon... We were eliminated last time, but this time the Brazilian team will not be eliminated..."

Cantero couldn't laugh anymore, and he was even a little depressed.

After the game restarted, the Chinese team players on the field soon received an instruction from the assistant coach Li Zhifei-kick the football out, create a dead goal, and allow the Chinese team to replace.

Mao Jun was already standing on the sidelines, just waiting to play.

So when the Chinese team grabbed the ball, Xia Xiaoyu, who took the ball, kicked the football out of the field with a big foot.

The reason why I did not choose to play the sideline nearby is of course because after the replacement is completed, the Brazilian team will not directly threaten the Chinese team's goal after the game resumes.

He Feng praised Xia Xiaoyu's move: "Very smart! Xia Xiaoyu has grown very fast in this World Cup!"

Seeing the football out of bounds, the referee whistled and gestured at the same time to signal a substitution on the sidelines.

The fourth official raised the substitution sign, No. 4 Mao Jun was on the way, and No. 10 Zhang Qinghuan was off.

"Change into a central defender, Shi Wuyin guides this is to try to keep the tie... also, the current score is completely acceptable for the Chinese team..."

Yan Kang smiled next to him: "It's more than acceptable, it's perfect! Ha!"

After going through such a game, although someone will definitely be dreaming of scoring another goal to beat Brazil, most of them are already satisfied.

From the score to the process, they are satisfied.

After Zhang Qinghuan turned his head and saw that he was replaced, he first raised his hands to applaud the fans in the stands, and then turned and walked down.

This is the second time he has been replaced in this World Cup, but the meaning is completely different from the first time he was replaced.

That time he was replaced because of his mediocrity on the court. It was more like a deserter and fled in a hurry.

But in the next two games, his performance was very good-against Russia, he assisted Luo Kai and scored the only goal of the Chinese team, helping the Chinese team to draw with Russia 1:1.

Today's game is also the kick he grabbed, and finally gave Hu Lai a header shot.

Although in terms of technical statistics, he neither assisted nor scored in this game, but his performance in the game cannot be simply summed up by technical statistics.

"Zhang Qinghuan was replaced. His analysis of the Chinese team's frontcourt is the key to the Chinese team's three-goal draw with Brazil... In the contest with Dudu Carlos, the top European midfielder, he Not at a disadvantage. Think about how much Chinese fans and the media have placed high hopes on him when he first debuted... Then think about the ridiculous things that followed him... Who would have thought that this man could actually appear in the World Cup. What?" After He Feng commented a few sentences, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

As a CCTV commentator, living in the capital, he naturally watched Zhang Qinghuan playing football and knew Zhang Qinghuan's past clearly. It is precisely because of this that he is particularly embarrassed.

"Anyway... He Feng, Zhang Qinghuan, he took a detour, but in the end he returned to the road that all of us expected him to take. And it went very well! Seeing his performance in this World Cup, I think even though he is twenty-six years old, he can still play in Europe! He used to play with his brain, not his body. What does it matter if he is a little older?"

"Yes, you are right, Yan Kang. Since he is a prodigal son...you should be brave to wander and go! I hope his performance in the World Cup can be seen by more European eyes. This is the best in China currently. Midfielder, he deserves to go to Europe!"

He Feng sighed again: "Someone once said that if Zhang Qinghuan did not take the detours of those years, maybe we could have scored in the World Cup as early as four years ago. But that is a hypothesis after all. Maybe even if he doesn't take the detours, we are I won't be able to enter in 2022... What's important is that we are really in the World Cup now. The more detours have also made Zhang Qinghuan today, and he has become more calm after he has been exhausted. That's how life is... you have gone through. Every section of the road, every mistake you made when you were young, ultimately made you who you are today...

"You and I are both mortals, no one can avoid making mistakes, but how to face your own mistakes is the key to whether a person can truly grow. Some people fall into their own mistakes and cannot extricate themselves, some people can get rid of their mistakes. Learn from the lesson, gather the courage, get up and move on. I think true maturity should not be the pursuit of perfection, but the face of one's own shortcomings. This is the essence of life...Romain Roland once said: There is only one kind in this world True heroism is to recognize the truth of life and still love it. In this sense, our "prodigal son" is a true hero! A strong man who can dominate himself!"

In front of the TV, the little nurse who listened to He Feng's words was sitting on the bed cross-legged, tears streaming down her face.

In the dim eyes of tears, she seemed to see the heartbreaking figure sitting on the hospital bed in the afternoon sun.

She wiped away the tears and saw the smiling face on the TV screen as bright as the sun.

Tears couldn't stop dripping down.

I cried over the carefully prepared makeup.

The exhausted Zhang Qinghuan slowly walked to the sidelines. He passed Hu Lai, and Hu Lai said to him, "Brother Huan wants me to help you down?"

"Fuck off!" Zhang Qing scolded with a smile.

"Procrastination, Brother Huan!" Hu Lai explained hurriedly.

"Nonsense, I know. Without you, I will walk slower!" Zhang Qinghuan waved to him and continued to walk slowly to the sidelines.

When passing by Luo Kai, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand, and Luo Kai also stretched out and gave him a high-five.

Then Zhang Qinghuan wandered off the stage with a contented smile on his face.

A Brazilian player yelled at him on the road, signalling him to hurry up, and he completely ignored him, neither arguing with others nor obediently speeding up.

He just shook his head and walked like an old man walking in the alley of the capital.

Look up at the sky again.

Dad, didn't you shame your old man?

He seemed to have heard his father's praise, and his smile was even brighter, and he even hummed a song happily: "...After going through the sea, after reading the sorrows and joys, the heart is tired and knows the opposite. The king is dusty and muddy. What a lost man with white hair..."

Not too late today

Caixia Zhuotian

Bright moon as a candlestick

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Suffering as a ship

Sail with tears

Heart is like an arrow

Don't say the sky is endless

Even though the return journey will take ten thousand years

Not too late today

Come back with the deceased

Innocent boy

(Note 1)

Note 1: Song from Piao Shu "At Jupiter"

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