Golden Greenery

At the end of the night, Zhuoyang did not go around the field to thank the fans for the first time, did not greet his opponents, and was not even with the team at the beginning.

In the small living room of the St. Petersburg Stadium, he and Coco were alone. After crying, Zhuoyang calmly told his wife his decision to retire.

Koko always supported him unconditionally, and her comfort was the gentlest healing medicine in the world.

She just suggested not to go to the media to make an official announcement immediately. After all, the Chinese team still has the last third-place match, and the World Cup is not over yet. As a captain, you can stand on the last duty and finish from beginning to end.

"Your identity has too much influence, especially in the domestic football circle. The decision to retire must be earth-shattering. How about we keep a low profile and notify the team on a small scale after playing the entire World Cup, and then I will accompany you to hide in the Zhongnan Mountains." , and then call the whole world. Husband, do you think this is good?"

"Then, let's travel around the world and have babies." This reason is too powerful.

Zhuo Yang always listened to Kou Kou, and the matter was decided. Everything waits until the third or fourth final whistle blows, and his football is over.

The decision to retire came suddenly, but seemed to come naturally. Zhuoyang is a perfectionist. He will never wait until his football becomes a supporting role before quitting sadly. He cannot even allow himself to become second.

Retreating from the rapids at the peak has always been his original intention. He left behind a figure that future generations can always look up to, and left football with an unattainable mountain top.

The devastating mistakes of his ambition, the sudden death of the Chinese team, and the vague feeling of powerlessness during the game were not the reasons for his retirement, but they were the matches that ignited the fire in his heart.

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After calming down, Zhuo Yang called in Monica Cecil and Brent Wilder, who were guarding the door, and asked them to take Kou Kou back to the hotel first, and then went to the team locker room himself.

It has been a while since the game ended, and the fans have basically left the stadium, but the entire Chinese team is still waiting in the locker room, waiting for the captain.

When Zhuo Yang opened the door and walked in, the atmosphere was still very depressing, and most of his teammates had red eyes. Especially ambitious, he has two peaches on his face.

Seeing Zhuo Yang come in, Dazhi knelt down again with a 'pop' sound. Why do you say again? Because he had already knelt down before Zhuo Yang came.

"Captain, I..."

"Get up!" Zhuo Yang shouted angrily.

Dazhi didn't dare to stand up, so he stood up shivering and grinned as ugly as he could.

"Captain, I'm sorry, ugh~~I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." Zhuo Yang said, "Sorry is useful. If you say sorry, you can win the game back. I'm going to go to the top of the building and use a loudspeaker to shout I'm sorry for a day and a night."

"Who the hell hasn't lost a game? Your first day playing football?"

Zhuo Yang stopped paying attention to the crying Dazhi, walked closer and nodded with Sforza, and then looked around at everyone.

"What happened to the semi-finals? Isn't it embarrassing? Who could be sure that we would reach the semi-finals a month ago? I am satisfied. If any of you are not satisfied, please do as you please, but don't embarrass yourself in front of me."

"Dazhi, wipe your cat urine. I approved your application to withdraw from the team. Now, as captain, I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the national team for your twenty years of hard work."

"Now everyone applauds the ambition."

Wow——, the applause really started. However, Da Zhi wants to die.

"Tiedan, you will take over as the first vice-captain of the national team from now on.

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If Kadasi, Goulart, and Dongzi hadn't been injured before, and if Tiedan and Exxon hadn't retired injured in the game, maybe the Chinese team would have won today. After all, it was only a little bit behind. But it doesn't make any sense to say this now.

"Brothers, the game is over, but the World Cup is not over yet. The third and fourth place matches in three days are waiting for us. These days it is time to train and recover. We are still not allowed to relax in the final battle, and our personal performance will also be Included in team assessment.”

"Cheng Hao, where is Cheng Hao?"

Cheng Hao, the Queen's Press Officer, quickly came out from the side and waved.

"After dawn, news and telegrams will be sent to the domestic media in my name. First, this success in advancing to the semi-finals is dedicated to all those who have contributed to Chinese football and to all hard-working Chinese people."

"Second, the team will play the final third-place match seriously and strive to bring a victory home."

"Third, the national team will continue to move forward as always and live up to the expectations of the fans. I hope everyone will continue to support the national team."

"Fourth, in this World Cup, the national team has no sinners, they are all heroes. Every player's performance deserves praise, including substitute players who have not yet played."

"Fifth, if the fans are dissatisfied with this result, I bear all responsibility."

"The rest, you watch to fill in."

Cheng Hao nodded, and Zhuo Yang added: "Send it in my name, and Brother Yang, you and Brother Zha will sign it later."

Team leader Yang Chen and head coach Sforza also nodded quickly.

Rather than saying this is a press release issued by Zhuo Yang to fans across the country, it is better to say that it is his retirement "last words" left by the national team. In fact, there is nothing new.

Zhuo Yang did not say that he planned to retire. He would not notify him until after the last game. People talk a lot, but now that I have said it, the whole world will know about it before the game in three days, which will annoy him to death.

Everything that needs to be said has been said, and the locker room is not the place to summarize. Everyone’s sweat has become cold waiting for the captain. After hurriedly taking a shower in silence, the team took the bus back to the hotel.

Along the way, Dazhi, who was sitting in the corner with his head tilted, stopped crying. As soon as Zhuoyang opened his mouth, he was already a 'former national football player'.

For a 38-year-old veteran, the last game of the national team was so miserable, and his later life was so miserable. His teammates couldn't help but feel sad for him.

Football is not higher than life and death, it is just a competitive sport. But at this moment, Dazhi clearly realized that football was far more important than life and death. If one death could save the failed pass before the end, Dazhi would not hesitate.

But there is no such opportunity.

If he could die to redeem Zhuo Dui from his disappointment, Dazhi would not hesitate, but he had no chance.

He did not feel relieved that he had finally quit, only full of regret. He regretted that he did not insist on quitting the year before last, and regretted that he wanted to quit three points and wanted to stay seven points.

Dazhi didn't complain about Zhuoyang forcibly taking him to the World Cup. He was not such a dirty person. He only hated himself for showing the hypocrisy of not being willing to quit, like a bitch who refused to welcome.

It was he who took advantage of Zhuo Dui's loyalty and relied on his generosity to endorse his love for the national team, so that no one else dared to object.

In the end, his own hypocrisy nailed both himself and Zhuo Team to the cross of failure.

Dazhi was analyzing his conscience with regret, but the bus was still not as relaxed as it should be to reach the semi-finals, and everyone was silent.

It’s not that the top four are not good, and not everyone is aiming for the Hercules Cup. As Zhuo Yang said: Who has never lost?

It was indeed frustrating to be defeated in seconds, especially in such a way that it was almost betrayed, but everyone knew in their hearts that the semi-finals were quite an honorable achievement no matter what. When I return home in a week, I will definitely be filled with gongs, drums, flowers, fame and fortune.

But still no one felt happy, they were all silent.

Captain Zhuoyang didn't say much in the locker room just now, and his speeches were basically all clichés. Whether he was scolding or comforting, they were all reasonable. But everyone always felt that something was different about him.

It's not like him to be too calm, too professional, too businesslike.

Could it be that something happened while he was away, or that he made some decision that made him so cold?