Fox in the Penalty Area

When Li Ziqiang left home early in the morning and was about to go to work in Dongchuan Middle School, he saw red confetti on the side of the road in the car, and his car seemed to be driving on a red carpet.

Some sanitation workers are cleaning up, cleaning up the residue of the firecrackers.

Some people took pictures in front of this "red carpet".

Last night, the sound of firecrackers has been ringing non-stop since the end of the game, and there are flashes of light in all directions, near and far.

This intensive sound of firecrackers lasted until almost twelve o'clock, it was really like Chinese New Year.

In fact, after sleeping, Li Ziqiang's mood has calmed down a lot.

When he opened his eyes early in the morning, he even felt that he was dreaming, a dream about the Chinese team entering the World Cup finals...

But now seeing red confetti all over the place, and the faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air...he knew he wasn't dreaming.

The Chinese team really entered the World Cup!

At the bus stop on the side of the road ahead, many office workers gathered. What surprised Li Ziqiang was that people who usually looked down at their mobile phones almost had a newspaper at this time.

Li Ziqiang couldn't read the specific text in the newspaper, but he could still see what the photos in the newspaper were.

It was a player of the Chinese team, waving the five-star red flag.

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Xie Lan stood at the station near the community and waited for the bus she was going to take.

Although I went to learn to drive, but as a middle-aged woman who is almost fifty years old, learning to drive is not so easy. Until now, she has not passed the test for her driver's license, so she still has to squeeze the bus to and from get off work every day.

But today, Xie Lan is willing to squeeze.

Because she wanted to hear how others praised her son exaggeratedly.

It's a pity that the people around her all looked down at their phones. She glanced at it secretly, and the content was all related to yesterday's game, but no one made any comments.

At this moment, a young man on a bicycle stopped by the bus platform, then took out a stack of newspapers from the backpack on the back seat of the bicycle, and handed them to the people waiting on the platform.

Someone stretched out his hand reflexively to refuse: "I don't buy newspapers..."

But the man said: "No money, it's free! This is an extra World Cup number, and it's valuable for collection!"

As soon as they heard that it was free, everyone became interested, and Xie Lan also squeezed forward and held out his hand: "Give me a copy too!"

The young man was very happy that everyone was so enthusiastic. He took out all the newspapers in his bag and distributed them to the people on the station.

Then he walked away and rode along the road to the next bus stop. The backpack he put on the back seat was visibly emptier.

On the bus platform after he left, Xie Lan finally heard the discussion that Xie Lan was looking forward to:

"Oh, did you watch yesterday's game?"

"Of course I did!"

"It's really exciting! I really didn't expect that the Chinese team would participate in the World Cup one day... I thought it was going to be a 'family sacrifice without forgetting to tell Nai Weng', haha!"

"Brother, I see that you usually don't pay attention to Chinese football..."

"That's right, I haven't watched the ball for a long time..."

"This time our country has really produced some good seedlings. Including Hu Lai...Speaking of which, Hu Lai is still from Dongchuan!"

Xie Lan, who was pretending to read the newspaper, immediately pricked up his ears when he heard the key words.

"Hu Lai is really good! But I think Lin Zhiyuan also contributed a lot to yesterday's match!" Another person joined the discussion and quickly changed the subject, which made Xie Lan frown slightly.

"Hey, let me tell you. The Chinese team was able to qualify yesterday, because the whole team played well, and no one lost the chain! In the end, the person who rushed to assist Hu Lai turned out to be central defender Wang Guangwei. Can you believe it? "

"Haha, that's right, that's right! I was stunned when I saw Wang Guangwei rushing to the other party's door at the end...Heavenly Soldier!"

"Hey, I've decided to go to the Chinese team's game next year no matter what..."

"Brother, a local tyrant!"

"What kind of local tyrants are not local tyrants? This is the Chinese team's World Cup game! For sixty-four years, Tou Zhuxiang,

I definitely have to go! Besides, I don't know if there will be any more in the future. If I miss this only chance, I won't regret it to death, will I? "

Xie Lan felt that what the older brother said was pretty nice, but what was the last sentence about?

She couldn't help but groaned a little: "With the performance of these young people, why won't they be able to enter the World Cup in the future?"

A group of men who were discussing enthusiastically turned around and saw a woman staring at them.

The man who said "the only time" before quickly apologized to the other party: "Yes, yes, yes, it will definitely be possible in the future! There is really hope for Chinese football now!"

Xie Lan didn't continue arguing with him, but just accepted it as soon as it was good, and continued to look at the newspaper in his hand.

The young man didn't lie to them. This is indeed a World Cup account. It is much thinner than normal newspapers. After opening it, the contents are all related to yesterday's match.

Before, during, and after the game, the game was reported from all angles.

Also translated foreign media and news agencies' comments on the Chinese team's historic entry into the World Cup finals. It satisfies the curiosity of many readers who want to see how foreign countries evaluate the Chinese team's entry into the World Cup.

On the front page is a large photo of Hu Lai waving the national flag after the game, and even the title is what he said to the camera:

"The World Cup is coming!"

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"Dad, are you not reconciled?"

Qin Qi asked his father, he was sitting in the car his father sent him to school.

Since retiring, in order to allow his wife to rest for a while, now Qin Lin basically drives Qin Qi to school, and then abducts him to work at the training base of the Shining Star Club.

"Why not reconciled?" Qin Lin asked as he drove the car ahead.

"I'm not reconciled to not being able to participate in the World Cup."

"It's definitely not reconciled. But if you ask me if I am not reconciled now, I am not. People of each era have a mission of each era. To reach the World Cup is the mission of people of Hu Lai's era..."

"What about your time, Dad?"

After asking the question, Qin Qi didn't get an answer, so he turned to look at his father.

"My era..." Qin Lin shook his head, refusing to answer this question. "Children ask so many what to do!"

Qin Qi could only curl his lips secretly.

After finally sending this annoying child to school, Qin Lin watched him run into the campus, sitting in the car and thinking.

In his era...he also thought that his mission in that era was to lead the Chinese team to the World Cup.

When he was young, he was full of longings for the future, ambitious, and wanted to change the status quo and future of Chinese football.

In the end, he was smashed to pieces in the face of cruel reality.

He knew that when he was retiring, some media described him as "the only light in that dark age". But he himself has no face to say to his son, "Your father's mission of the times is to keep a glimmer of hope for Chinese football" and put gold on his face.

He doesn't think this is something to be proud of. He only knows that he has exhausted his entire career and failed to let Chinese football enter the World Cup. This is the biggest failure of his career. In the face of this failure, other so-called successes are not worth mentioning.

Just as Qin Lin fell into deep thought, he was awakened by the sound of knocking on glass next to him.

I saw a traffic policeman standing outside the car door, knocking on his window glass.

Qin Lin knew that he had parked illegally, so he quickly lowered the car window and apologized to the traffic police: "I'm sorry, I'm leaving right away, and I'm going to see the children..."

The traffic policeman was stunned when he saw Qin Lin: "Qin Lin?"

"It's me, it's me..." Qin Lin nodded again and again, with an extremely good attitude. "I was wrong, officer, I'll go right away..."

"It's okay." The traffic policeman waved his hand, "I watched yesterday's game, and our Chinese team has finally broken out of Asia."

Qin Lin laughed quickly.

The traffic policeman looked in a good mood, he waved his hand: "Let's go, don't park on this side of the road for so long next time... The yellow paint on this side of the road means that this road is a no-parking area, even if it is a driver Not even in the car..."

"Okay, officer. I won't do it next time. I was thinking about something in the car just now..." Qin Lin quickly turned on the lights and was about to start.

"Understood." The traffic policeman nodded, left the side of the car, and let him go.

Looking at Qin Lin's car taillights, he remembered Qin Lin's lonely look in the car just now, and shook his head slightly: "It must be very reconciled..."

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Hu Lixin, dressed in tracksuit and with a whistle around his neck, stood in front of a group of children who looked up at their football coach with admiration.

This is Hu Lai's father!

Although they have known about this for a long time, seeing Coach Hu today brought a completely different psychological impact to this group of children than usual.

Because just last night, the Chinese team entered the World Cup!

And the number one hero who helped the Chinese team enter the World Cup is Hu Lai, the son of coach Hu!

Every football teenager looked at Hu Lixin with fiery eyes and hearts, and seemed to be looking forward to wearing the Chinese team's jersey and appearing in the World Cup in a few years' time. Just like Coach Hu's son...

How could Hu Lixin fail to see what these children were thinking?

He really wanted to pour cold water on them, telling them how many difficulties and distances there were in going from a football-loving boy to an international footballer who could go to the World Cup Eleven difficult trips to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures.

But when the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them back.

Although there will be many difficulties in the future, the situation is gradually getting better... Maybe some of these children will really embark on the road of professional football?

Now Hu Lai and his teammates are the best role models for these children.

It's always good to have dreams.

Even if you can't become a professional player or represent the Chinese team in the World Cup, at least you can feel happy from today's football, isn't that great?

Why pour cold water on it?

"Today we will continue to practice dribbling around the pole..."

After speaking, Hu Lixin blew his whistle.

The sound of the whistle echoed on the beautiful artificial turf football field, accompanied by the crisp cries of the children.

On the first day after the Chinese team qualified, everything seemed to be as usual, but in fact, many things have been quietly changed...