Fox in the Penalty Area

Latest website: When Farias kicked the football forward, Melli rushed forward from the Argentine penalty area, preparing to completely end the suspense of the game.

He gestured in the middle to signal Grazzini to pass the ball to him.

Unexpectedly, it was this pass that Zhang Qinghuan intercepted and finally formed a counterattack.

Seeing Zhang Qinghuan steal the ball, Meili quickly changed his running direction and turned towards Zhang Qinghuan.

Because he knows the danger of this ball!

The way to kill the hope of the Chinese team is to stop the ball here!

But he was too far away from Zhang Qinghuan. Before he could reach him, Zhang Qinghuan found Hu Lai with a long diagonal pass.

Next, Melli watched from the center line as Hulay completed a classic "receiver and serve" goal just like the one he just scored.

When the football flew into the goal, Melly felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.

He shook his body and almost collapsed on the ground.

Finally, he put his hands on his knees to support his body.

Because he knows that as the captain of Argentina, no matter what situation he faces, he cannot fall - neither mentally nor physically!

He is the captain. If he falls, what will others think? It will have a fatal blow to the morale of the team...

In addition, to be honest, he was not surprised that Hu Lai scored the goal.

Based on his understanding of Hu Lai, after seeing the football stopped by Hu Lai with ease, Melly had a strong feeling that the goal would be scored.

Therefore, he was actually mentally prepared.

Just because Melli is mentally prepared does not mean that other Argentine players can be as strong as him.

Farias, who failed to steal the ball successfully and was dunked by Hulay instead, turned around and saw Hulay scoring, so he covered his face with his hands and knelt down.

As for Peralta in the middle, he struggled with Hulay for the whole game, but in the end he became a spectator from a distance.

During the pursuit, he lost all power and collapsed to the ground.

Melly glanced at the frontcourt, and Argentina's teammates in the half fell almost two-thirds.

At this time, Melly did not rush over to pull them up, then boost their morale and let them continue to fight for Argentina.

Because it can't be done.

No one, not even Merry himself, can maintain his composure after going through ups and downs from defeating his opponent to defeating him.

He cannot encourage his teammates at this time, and his teammates cannot be encouraged.

We can only let them slowly digest the impact brought by Hu Lai...

Not to mention the players, the Argentine coaches on the sidelines were all stunned by Hulay's perfect goal.

From Hulay's goal to the crazy celebration of the Chinese team, Argentine head coach Feisol remained dumbfounded and stood motionless in front of the coaching bench. If it weren't for the fact that he could still see the dejected Argentine coaches behind him, it would be really disappointing. I thought this was a "still picture"...

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When the Chinese team players finished celebrating, they stood up one by one and finally pulled Hu Lai up.

Both his hair and clothes became wrinkled and messy.

He looked miserable.

But this person who looks a little embarrassed is actually a superhero of Chinese football!

After getting up, he pointed to the corner flag area, then ran there and did his signature celebration!

At the same time, the Workers’ Stadium also erupted with the loudest thunder:

"HUUUUU!!!"

Then there was laughter that spread throughout the audience.

Chinese fans can finally laugh with confidence.

The regular game time has ended, the Chinese team escaped from death, and they regained a chance for thirty minutes.

No matter how difficult the next overtime is, that will happen in the future.

Now let them laugh and celebrate.

After finishing his celebration, Hu Lai returned to the team. At this time, he suddenly realized that among the people who came to celebrate, there was no brother Huan who passed the ball and assisted him!

The biggest contributor to this goal, Hu Lai, thinks it should be Brother Huan.

Because if Brother Huan hadn't chased back desperately and intercepted the ball.

Then this ball would never have happened from the beginning. Even if he has the best stopping skills and sharp shooting... where will he be useful?

He was so excited after scoring a goal before that he didn't even notice that Brother Huan was not around.

Only now did he remember to look for Brother Huan, and saw Brother Huan sitting on the turf next to the sideline, right at the place where he passed the ball, and it seemed that he had not moved.

Not only was Brother Huan there, but Yuan Bo, the team medical leader of the Chinese team, was also there, squatting and examining Brother Huan.

Seeing this scene, Hu Lai's heart sank.

The joy of scoring a perfect goal was dispelled by this scene.

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Yuan Bo shook his head and said to Zhang Qinghuan in a low voice: "You can't play anymore, Qinghuan, you must end."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qinghuan answered him in a brisk tone: "It doesn't matter, it's worth it!"

Yuan Bo raised his head and looked at him. He smiled at Yuan Bo and said: "I played in the World Cup finals and completed a key assist. This is enough for me to brag about for a lifetime."

Then he added: "Fortunately, the rules now allow one more substitution in overtime... Is it overtime, Doctor Yuan?"

Yuan Bo nodded: "After Hu Lai scored, the referee blew the final whistle."

"That's good..." Zhang Qinghuan lay down with a satisfied smile and stretched.

Then he opened his eyes and saw that he was surrounded by a group of teammates, and all he could see were worried faces.

"Holy shit!"

This reminded Zhang Qinghuan of an emoticon, and he quickly sat up: "What are you doing? Farewell to the body?"

Hu Lai ignored his joke and asked directly: "Brother Huan, how are your knees?"

Zhang Qinghuan also answered very directly: "I'm injured, I have to take a complete rest. I will also follow the example of Xiao Xingxing and apply for a voluntary dismissal."

Chen Xingyi was anxious: "Brother Huan, don't imitate me! Let me tell you, I regret it so much now and want to go up and kick again!"

Zhang Qinghuan didn't speak, but responded with a smile.

Then the head coach Qin Lin squeezed in and said to the people gathered together: "It's going to be overtime soon. Take the time to rest and rehydrate."

The Chinese team's medical team also took this opportunity to give the players physical therapy and massage to relax their thigh muscles and prevent them from straining their muscles or having frequent cramps during the thirty minutes of overtime.

Qin Lin himself walked to Zhang Qinghuan, squatted down, and looked at him.

Zhang Qinghuan also looked at Qin Lin with a charming smile on his face.

Seeing him like this, Qin Lin didn't know what to say.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhang Qinghuan took the initiative and asked: "Director Qin, who will replace me?"

"Pei Weilin." Qin Lin replied.

"Oh..." Zhang Qinghuan quickly figured out Qin Lin's intention for this arrangement, "You want him to come up and hit the midfielder?"

"Yeah." Qin Lin nodded.

After Meili almost beat the Chinese team, Qin Lin quickly made substitution adjustments, desperately replacing Xue Ming, pushing Luo Kai to the front line, and played 343.

He was replaced by defensive midfielder Ou Yangjin, who was also the only defensive force of the Chinese team in the midfield.

We were fighting for our lives at that time, so we stopped being defensive.

But when the Chinese team successfully dragged the game into overtime, it was impossible to maintain the desperate posture of 343.

Therefore, a new player needs to be replaced to increase the defense of the midfield.

But unfortunately, the two defensive midfielders of the Chinese team have been replaced one after another, and now there is no real defensive engineer - if Yuan Da or Zhang Qinghuan were not injured, Shi Wanqing would be the "insurance" on the bench.

Now the only choice is for young central defender Pei Weilin to play as a defensive midfielder.

But fortunately, Pei Weilin had experience playing as a defensive midfielder when he was in the youth team, so it's not exactly "catching a duck to the shelf".

"It's good. Although Xiao Pei is young, he has momentum. The position of the midfielder must be aggressive and not afraid of making mistakes. There are others behind him..." Zhang Qinghuan felt that there was nothing wrong with Qin Lin's substitution adjustment.

Qin Lin didn't let Zhang Qinghuan continue. He stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Qinghuan up from the ground, and asked at the same time: "Can the knee bear the force?"

Zhang Qinghuan grinned: "It hurts a little."

Qin Lin was silent when he heard this.

Zhang Qinghuan laughed when he saw this: "Speaking of which, I still want to thank you, Brother Lin..."

He did not use "Guide Qin" here just to show that he was sincerely grateful to Qin Lin.

"Thank you for recruiting me, otherwise how could I have played in the World Cup final and assisted?"

Qin Lin shook his head: "I should say thank you, Qing Huan."

Then he paused and continued: "I asked Yuan Bo last night. Yuan Bo said that if you were to play, you might get injured again and be replaced. He was right, but... I don't regret letting you play."

"I don't regret it either, Brother Lin. I'm just sorry for wasting your opportunity to make a substitution, Brother Lin."

"What nonsense!" Qin Lin handed Zhang Qinghuan to Yuan Bo and said to the latter: "Handle it in time."

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"Zhang Qinghuan slowly walked off the court with the support of Yuan Bo, the head of the Chinese team's medical team. He should be unable to continue the game and was about to be replaced! He was replaced by a substitute midway, and now he has to be replaced by a substitute again , one person used two substitution opportunities. But... Before the first half was over, Director Qin replaced Zhang Qinghuan on the field. It was definitely a turning point in this game. It was a move that could be called a 'god'. One-handed substitution!"

Li Qingqing agreed with He Feng's statement: "Yes, Brother Huan came on the field to stabilize the morale of the army and stabilize the situation. Brother Lin was very right not to wait until the intermission before replacing Brother Huan, so that Brother Huan would have more It takes time to adapt to the game..."

When Zhang Qinghuan was helped off the field by Yuan Bo, the stands that had gradually cooled down from Hu Lai's ecstasy suddenly burst into warm applause and cheers.

If you listen carefully, you can hear them chanting Zhang Qinghuan's name.

"Zhang Qinghuan! Zhang Qinghuan!! Zhang Qinghuan!!!"

After Hulay scored a goal to tie Argentina, the fans of the Chinese team at the Workers Stadium gave cheers to Hulay and the entire Chinese team.

And now they gave their cheers and applause to Zhang Qinghuan, the biggest behind-the-scenes hero of this game!

Geng Huaqing stood in the crowd and shouted in his unique voice: "Zhang Qinghuan——!!!"

Just like what he shouted when commentating on the Tamron game.

Screaming this name with pride, pride and joy.

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Seeing this scene, He Feng was extremely sad.

Although he is a commentator for CCTV, he is also from the capital. He also watched how Zhang Qinghuan grew up step by step from a young genius.

"When seventeen-year-old Zhang Qinghuan made his debut in the Chinese Super League for the first time, everyone could see his shining talent. Since then, countless Chinese fans have pinned their hopes and fantasies on Chinese football. On this young genius. At that time, who could have thought of the stories that would follow?"

He Feng sighed. He did not go into details, but everyone knew that any Chinese fan knew what would happen "in the future".

As much as people loved him, they later hated him.

In the history of Chinese football, there has never been a person like Zhang Qinghuan who has been so intensely loved and hated personally - some even hoped that he would kill himself while driving drunk - even Wang Xiaojun, who once led the Chinese team to fail in the World Cup. Neither Zhao Kangming nor Zhao Kangming received such terrible malice.

Because this person is still alive, messing around, and spreading all kinds of scandalous news from time to time, which is a slap in the face and ridicule to all those who love Chinese football:

Look at you, you are pinning your hopes on such a person! Chinese football has to rely on a scumbag to save it, let alone destroy it! Chinese people are not worthy of playing football!

They had no way to refute such ridicule, so they all hoped that Zhang Qinghuan would die, so that everything would be over.

Just pretend that we have never liked such a person.

From the corner of her eye, Tang Xiuyuan noticed something reflecting light around her.

She turned around and was surprised to find tears in the corners of her husband's eyes.

She asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Yifan raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes: "He is my youth..."

He looked at Zhang Qinghuan on the screen.

"But... you are about the same age as him..."

"Yes, the path he has walked and what he has experienced happened in my youth." Chu Yifan said.

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"The goal that the Chinese team tied with Argentina was obtained by Zhang Qinghuan after struggling to catch up, and it was also his assist... I feel like it is destined by God, this is really the best arrangement. He is indeed the best The right person to appear at this historical moment. Because he is the person who never gave up and completed the reversal in the game of life!"

Yong Jun stood in the stands, and everyone around him was shouting Zhang Qinghuan's name.

He himself did not cheer, but seemed to travel through time and space, returning to the afternoon when he first saw the boy.

Because it's not dinner time yet, there's not much business in his small restaurant yet.

As the owner and chef, he sat in his restaurant and lit a cigarette in the warm afternoon sun.

After just two puffs, the transparent door curtain was opened, and two people wrapped in down jackets came in from the outside.

One big and one small, men and boys.

They came in and ordered dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage and pork, then took off their down jackets and sat down to wait for their meal.

When Yong Jun cooked dumplings in the kitchen and brought them out, he noticed that the kid was wearing a Capital Tamron jersey.

Looking at his well-dressed outfit in pants, socks and sneakers, Yong Jun, who is also a Tamron fan, asked a lot: "Is the kid playing football?"

The man proudly pointed at the boy who was devouring the dumplings and said, "My son, the super genius of Tamron U13!"

"Oh! Awesome!" Yong Jun gave a thumbs up in support.

But the man seemed to have opened up his chat box, talking endlessly about how awesome his son was.

"As soon as he could run, I took him to play football!"

"He's so good at beating a kid! Even their upper elementary school students can't kick him!"

"The coach of the Tenglong Echelon came to our house three times! He visited the thatched cottage three times! Only then did he persuade the child to move!"

"He scored five goals in the game today, and I rewarded him with a pork dumpling. He wants to be a professional player, so he has to eat less pork, but today is an exception!"

Speaking of rising, he ignored the fact that the child was eating dumplings, so he asked him to stand up, turned around, and showed Yong Jun the Chinese name on the jersey:

"Boss, remember it carefully. I am not bragging to you. You will definitely see this name in our Tamron games in the future!"

Yong Jun really took a look seriously.

The sunshine was really good that afternoon. It slanted in from the glass window of the small restaurant and fell on the boy's body. The name seemed to be shining, and it suddenly reflected in his heart:

Zhang Qinghuan

"Zhang Qinghuan! Zhang Qinghuan! Zhang Qinghuan!"

The shouts ringing in his ears dragged Yong Jun back to reality from that afternoon.

He suddenly felt something in his heart and turned to the right to look far away.

Among the crowd who kept shouting and applauding, there seemed to be a familiar figure. Like himself, he neither chanted nor applauded, but just stared at the court with a smile on his face.

That look was exactly the same as when he was dancing and talking about his son in his small restaurant.

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"... Just before this World Cup, Zhang Qinghuan missed almost the entire season due to a cruciate ligament injury in his knee. At that time, some people said that it was impossible for him to participate in the World Cup. But he did not give up. He started from the 'audition' and worked step by step Passed the test and put his name on the list of twenty-six people...

"Before the semi-finals, his old injury recurred, and many people said that his World Cup was over. But he still did not give up. So he played in the final and gave what may be the most important kick in his life. A pass, an assist!”

Zhang Qinghuan looked up at the fans cheering and applauding him in the stands, and he said to Yuan Bo who was supporting him: "Dr. Yuan, thank you."

Then he took his arm out of Yuan Bo's arm, raised it high again, and applauded the fans in the stands.

On his face was a smile as warm as the winter sun.

"Zhang Qinghuan once had a nickname, 'King of Worker Sports'. This was originally a nickname used to mock his ridiculous years, with strong sarcasm and ridicule. But today, without any ridicule or sarcasm, Zhang Qinghuan is the real The 'King of Gongti', he is the king here!

"How far does a man have to go before he can be called a real man? What kind of ending is worthy of such a wandering life? (Note 1)

"Welcome home, Zhang Qinghuan, it's not too late to come back today. Welcome home, Zhang Qinghuan, you are still young after thousands of miles away..." (Note 2)

Hearing this, Ren Changmei, who was in front of the TV, could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears in her daughter-in-law's arms.

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Note 1: Taken from the first line of Bob Dylan’s song “Blowing in the Wind”.

Note 2: "It's not too late to come back today" is taken from Pu Shu's "On Jupiter". This song was promoted in the fourth volume, so I won't mention it here.

"Returning from thousands of miles and still young" is adapted from a sentence in Su Shi's poem "Ding Fengbo·Nanhai Returns to Wang Dingguo's Attendant Yu Niang". The original text is "Returning from thousands of miles, the appearance is less and less", which has the same meaning. In order to rhyme with "an", I changed it to "still young".

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