Fox in the Penalty Area

"We have agreed, Lao Zhang. You must bless this national team when the time comes. They really have a good chance of qualifying for the World Cup..."

Yong Junzan was in the cemetery, whispering to the tombstone in front of him with his head bowed.

Not far from him, his wife Zeng Qian held Ren Changmei's arm and stood side by side, quietly waiting for Yong Jun.

"Although with the ability of these young people, I think it will be sooner or later for them to participate in the World Cup. But if it can save them four years of work, wouldn't it be better? So, let's give some strength this time, shall we? Old Zhang? You really want to see your son appear on the stage of the World Cup, right?"

After asking, Yong Jun raised his head.

A gust of wind passed by his ears, and the pine forest in the distance swayed like undulating waves, and there were bursts of waves.

"Oh, thank you then!"

Yong Jun folded his hands together and worshiped Zhang Qinghuan's father's tombstone.

Then he turned and walked towards the two women: "Let's go, Lao Zhang agreed."

The three of them took one last look at the face on the tombstone that hadn't aged before turning around and leaving.

Yong Jun flew back from the UK specially, and took his wife and Zhang Qinghuan's mother Ren Changmei to Lingnan to watch the game.

Because he thought of what Hu Lai had said to him - if the Chinese team can really qualify for the World Cup, then the whole land of China will probably fall into a carnival. He felt that at such a historic moment, he could not ignore it in the UK, and had to go back to China and put himself in the historical event.

Otherwise, he will regret it for life.

So he came back and took Zhang Qinghuan's mother and his wife to Lingnan to watch the football, witnessing history at the closest distance.

It's not that he hasn't thought about what to do if the promotion fails...

If you fail, you will fail. Has Chinese football failed less often before?

At least this time we persisted until the end before falling down, which is the best performance.

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"Why didn't you say you went to see your son this time?" Hu Lixin wondered a few days before the start of the competition,

The wife has been very calm - he has been waiting for his wife to say to him, "Come on, let me see my son" and then take out two tickets from his pocket...

"Not going, the same goes for watching live TV at home."

"Eh?" Hu Lixin was really surprised, "You really don't want to go to the venue? As for the tickets, you can ask Hu Lai for them..."

"I'm too lazy to bother him. And the scene is so noisy, and there is no slow-motion replay, how can I watch a good game?" Xie Lan shook his head and made a lot of excuses.

But as a husband, how could Hu Lixin not understand his wife Xie Lan? He smiled and asked, "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid of a hammer!" Xie Lan stared, "I'm worried that I will bring pressure to my son after I go... Besides, you asked me to go to Jincheng from Dongchuan to watch the game, I'm fine, let me run so Watching the game from a distance is too much trouble!"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and asked her husband, "What? Do you want to go?"

Hu Lixin shook his head: "No, it's better to watch the football at home."

Xie Lan narrowed his eyes with a smile: "At that time, I will prepare a few dishes and drinks for you, and watch while eating!"

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Li Ziqiang stood in the cleaned living room. Except for the furniture left by the original landlord, which could not be moved away, he had packed all his belongings and was waiting for the moving company to come to serve him.

The house has been bought for less than half a year. Because it is a hardcover room, there is no need to renovate it. Except for some necessary soft furnishings and furniture and appliances, basically there is no need to buy anything.

However, since the rent of the house he rented before was not yet due, Li Ziqiang was not in a hurry to move. Anyway, he lived alone, no matter where he lived, and it was convenient for him to commute to and from get off work because he lived closer to Dongchuan Middle School. Just use the time of weekend vacation to add home appliances and furniture to the new home a little bit.

Now that the rent is due, he does not plan to renew it, and finally decides to move.

After moving, I was able to watch the key match of the Chinese team in the World Cup in my new home.

He turned on the cable TV one month in advance, and there will never be a situation where he turns on the TV and finds that he cannot watch the live broadcast of the game.

He now feels that the meaning of his move is quite good.

If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come.

An old history has passed, and a new future is waiting ahead.

Whether it is him or Chinese football, it is the same-whether the Chinese team can qualify or not, this means that Chinese football will enter a new stage.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Li Ziqiang's face, who was a little tired from packing things by himself.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

The smile on Li Ziqiang's face was fleeting. He stepped forward to open the door. It was an employee of the moving company in a uniform.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Li who made an appointment to move to Heilan Shengjing?" The other party asked politely.

"Yes. It's me." Li Ziqiang stepped aside to let the workers into the house, and pointed to the large and small boxes and packages: "There are not many things, all of them are here."

The workers started to get busy. Someone saw a black backpack on the table and went straight to pick it up, but was stopped by Li Ziqiang: "I will do it myself."

The worker mentioned it, a little surprised: "It's not light!"

Li Ziqiang nodded: "I know, it's okay, I will do it myself."

As he spoke, he put the bag on his back.

The appearance of Bao is very ordinary and looks very inconspicuous, but he moved from the Quanshun Football School to the old house in Dongchuan, and then moved from the old house to this rented elevator apartment, and now he will follow him to his new home .

The mover was wrong. This backpack is not only "not light", but also heavy.

Because it is filled with all the photo albums in their family, and the photos of him, his wife and daughter are all in it, and those are his memories.

How could he allow others to touch it?

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"The latest notice, after dinner tomorrow, all the players will gather in the conference room to watch the live broadcast of the match between the Chinese team and Paraguay!"

When the players of the national youth team were eating in the restaurant, someone read aloud the message they had just received on their mobile phone.

Everyone started talking immediately.

"Wow! Watch the live broadcast!"

"A key battle, will we witness history?"

"Isn't it too early to say this? At present, the probability of our appearance is lower. After all, Lin Zhiyuan's attack in the first round... Sigh!"

"Lin Zhiyuan performed very well in the club, why did he suddenly have a seizure?"

Listening to everyone's discussion, Zhou Zijing had a stinky face and looked very unhappy.

Oh shit. Why can that idiot Lin Zhiyuan go to the national team, but I can only be in the national youth team!

He complained in his heart.

At this moment, a teammate suddenly turned his attention to him and another person: "Hey, Zhou Zijing, Xia Xiaoyu, you both played against Lin Zhiyuan in the national competition, he is the kind of person who would make such a low-level mistake ?"

Xia Xiaoyu answered the questions of his teammates: "He really is, because he has a very eccentric personality and likes to show off."

This is actually not his experience in the national competition, but what he heard Hu Lai, Chen Xingyi, and Wang Guangwei say about this teammate when they were on the Olympic team.

Zhou Zijing took the opportunity to make up the knife: "That's right! That idiot is only thinking of being handsome, and he will go to hell if he doesn't ask such a question!"

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking about the national team..." The captain of the national youth team reminded everyone to pay attention to words. At that time, their talk about the national team behind their backs will be spread...wouldn't it be embarrassing for them to enter the national team in the future?

Everyone knew the stakes, so they turned the topic to tomorrow's game, looking forward to and envious.

Zhou Zijing was in the same mood as them, but there was an extra layer of "irritability".

If the Chinese team beats Paraguay in tomorrow's game and successfully qualify, doesn't that mean that people like Lin Zhiyuan can participate in the World Cup, but he hasn't even made it to the Olympics?

This bastard was the youngest when he played in the Olympics, and now he is going to play in the World Cup!

And me?

Isn't it one step behind, step by step behind?

Zhou Zijing has already become the main player in the Shanhai Sailors, and he has performed well in the league this season. He has always hoped to be transferred to the national team. Especially after Shi Wuyin became the head coach of the national team and recruited a large number of young players, he is full of hope for this.

But so far he has not even made it to the national team.

This is of course because the current offensive lineup of the national team is very fixed and has played well, and there is no opportunity for him Zhou Zijing.

As a center forward, how could he compete with the two wingers Chen Xingyi and Luo Kai? If he wanted to compete, he could only compete with Hu Lai, who is also a center forward...

Then there is no play.

Therefore, since you can't play in the national team, it's better to stay in the national youth team honestly. Here he is the absolute main force, the top scorer who does his part.

But Zhou Zijing had this thought for the first time: I would rather go to the national team to play as a substitute than to participate in the World Cup!

Zhou Zijing, who was upset, turned his head and saw Xia Xiaoyu, who was eating his meal as if nothing had happened, as if he had no vision or expectation for the World Cup at all.

This person has no ambition at all!

Xia Xiaoyu noticed Zhou Zijing's gaze staring at him, and he looked over curiously: "What's wrong?"

"Hey, are you not in a hurry, Xia Xiaoyu?" Zhou Zijing approached and asked in a low voice.

He felt that in this national youth team, only Xia Xiaoyu was the same as himself, but now it seems that is not the case...

"The World Cup?" Xia Xiaoyu smiled slightly, "It's useless to be anxious, right? Why don't you just do your own thing well, and when the time is right, it will come naturally."

"Oh, you can take it easy. Then let me ask you something, have you ever thought about going to Europe to play football?"

Xia Xiaoyu nodded: "Thought about it."

Let alone him, how many young players do not want to play in Europe?

"Then you never thought that if you can participate in the World Cup, wouldn't you have the opportunity to appear in front of the whole world and be picked up by European teams?"

Xia Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then frowned and shook his head: "What you said is that if we go to the national team, we will be able to play in the World Cup. Do you still want to replace Brother Hu?"

"Oh, what if, what if? It's true that Hu Lai is very good, but he also needs a substitute, and the head coach should also consider tactical changes!" Zhou Zijing said excitedly, clenching his fists and lowering his voice. .

Xia Xiaoyu was moved by his words: "You said that...it's true, but...but how do you go to the national team?"

As if a basin of cold water had been poured on Zhou Zijing's body, his enthusiasm disappeared instantly.

This is a very real question. As a player of the national youth team, how can he become a member of the national team?

If the Chinese team can really enter the World Cup, I am afraid that countless players will sharpen their heads and want to be a member of the 23-man roster. How can I be the lucky one?

Thinking of this, he finally calmed down completely and sighed.

"So don't worry, Zhou Zijing. We are still young, and our World Cup will definitely come." Seeing Zhou Zijing's dejected look, Xia Xiaoyu comforted him.

"You are really confident..." Zhou Zijing mumbled listlessly.

"I have confidence in Brother Hu and the others. I believe this is definitely not the closest we are to the World Cup. There will definitely be opportunities in the future." Xia Xiaoyu replied with a smile.

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