The Era of Hard Work

Chapter 511 Liar

In the evening, spring rain began to fall in Xi'an, and the slightly rising heat was immediately extinguished by the rain, but the chilly air could not stop the enthusiasm of more than 50,000 fans in the San Suzaku Stadium.

Lu Dong and Song Na didn't come here too early. Although they walked through the special entrance of the Football Association's partners, after entering the main stand, the front seats were already occupied by various fan organizations, so they could only sit in the relatively rear seats. Location.

The surrounding fans were in high spirits. There was a leader of the fan group wearing a red ribbon who obviously came from other places. He kept motivating the surrounding people to shout and cheer loudly. People living in this environment will inevitably be affected. Lu Dong He and Song Na each took a small national flag, and shouted various cheering slogans together.

Shout out, it's actually quite cool.

Before the competition, some entertainment stars came out to perform, including top mainland singers such as Na Ying, Sun Nan and Lin Yilun.

All these popular singers came here to catch the heat, which shows how much social attention and heat the World Cup qualifiers have aroused.

Football is truly the number one sport in the world, and the influence of other sports is much lower.

While the singers were singing and the stadium was relatively quiet, Song Na said to Lu Dong, "This is the first time I've come to a stadium with so many spectators. The audience is like this, I will continue to practice high jump, maybe I can come back with a gold medal and become a sports star.”

But Lu Dong took her hand and said, "Don't! You practice high jump and become a sports star."

Song Na was puzzled: "Why?"

Lu Dong said, "Isn't it good now?"

Song Na nodded, and leaned on Lu Dong: "It's good." She said again: "I just thought that I practiced high jump from the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school, and even broke the high jump record of Qingzhao. Yes, somewhat regrettable."

Lu Dong smiled, but said nothing.

After practicing professional sports, you are basically injured all over your body. It is okay to say that you can achieve results, but even your basic life will become a problem after you retire without results.

Lu Dong glanced at Song Na again, and finally said nothing: Heidan didn't practice high jump anymore, that's all.

The stars of the entertainment industry leave the stage, and the ball game is about to begin.

In an instant, the "San Suzaku" stadium was full of people, and the national football team ushered in the first match of the 2002 World Cup. The opponent was the underdog Maldives, an amateur team composed of chefs, drivers and firefighters.

Once a football coach who upgraded on Chongming Island, raised his account to the full level, and then sold his account to re-level up, said: Chinese football, repeated defeats, repeated defeats.

Fans are probably used to it.

Therefore, the cold spring rain in Xi'an tonight cannot dampen the enthusiasm of the fans.

As soon as the game started, the national football team opened up the situation and scored the first goal.

In this era, the national football team is firmly ranked second in Asia, and it is relatively easy to deal with amateur teams.

After a short meeting, the score came to four to zero.

There was no suspense in winning the game, but the dissatisfaction of the fans was beyond words. Lu Dong even heard the faint voices scolding the head coach Milu from around.

"What's the hurry to kick it!"

On Lu Dong's left, there was a young boy with parted hair, who started the game, and kept gurgling: "He's still a famous coach in the world, just like this bear? I'm better than him when I go to teach, so I know how big it is!" foot……"

The young guy is crackling and worthless.

In front, there was a middle-aged uncle with a particularly big head, who was also scolding: "Frequent mistakes, no rules."

Not only them, there were more and more voices of dissatisfaction in the stands, and it seemed that there was a voice of "Milu dismissed get out of class".

By the time of the halftime break, the cheering was subdued, and all kinds of curses could be heard more clearly.

The fan leader with the red ribbon was even more dissatisfied: "This ball is kicked like shit!"

It might be related to comparison, but Lu Dong thought it was okay, so he didn't say anything.

It was the first time Song Na came to watch a live football game, and she couldn't bear it anymore, and asked, "Isn't it good to lead 4-0 at halftime?"

"Oh, you little girl, I don't understand." Seeing a beautiful girl ask, the red ribbon said: "Win the Maldives, what's the point of winning? The suspense is how many wins! If you don't win more than a dozen, what's the point?" thing?"

The big-headed uncle in front earned it back, and continued: "Not only win! You also win beautifully! Look, there is technical and tactical content in the first half?"

Seeing the pretty girl asking a question, the young guy held back a few words: "If you're still a world-renowned coach, you'll kick the ball with your big feet and make crosses from the side. What else is there besides this?"

Song Na asked curiously: "We have an advantage in height, why don't we pass from the side and hit them with a header?"

"What about meeting a strong team?" The young brother said through Lu Dong: "If you don't practice tactics against a weak team, can you play well against a strong team?"

Song Na faintly understood, smiled, and didn't answer any more.

The game restarted, and everyone around them was involved in the game. Song Na leaned into Lu Dong's ear and asked quietly, "Didn't you also watch football occasionally, why don't you look like them?"

Lu Dong didn't answer, but he knew what was going on in his heart, because he had seen too many national football games that were infinitely worse than this.

The tactics of the national football team are actually very correct. To play against these short teams, it is to play a high ball from the side and hit the ball in the middle.

Lu Dong remembers watching an interview with an old Chinese football player on the Internet. The host asked what tactics to play for Southeast Asian teams. The former Chinese football player said directly, just one tactic, put the old Mao in the middle, and hit the high ball from both sides. Just smash it.

This tactic worked especially well in this game. The score kept changing, and it quickly reached ten to zero.

The fans are still not satisfied, not satisfied with the score, not satisfied with the process of the game, not satisfied with the win is not beautiful...

When the Maldives scored a goal, the whole audience went crazy!

The fans around Lu Dong were furious.

"shame!"

The red ribbon was almost out of control: "Shame!"

The stadium was boiling, and Lu Dong estimated that if Milu was in the stands, the fans would definitely drown each of them by spitting.

Having said that, it seems that when he watched the live TV broadcast back then, he also scolded quite fiercely. I remember watching it at a food stall in the county town, and he beat up a few people after watching the game.

It's not clear exactly who was beaten.

Really have a contrast, the heart can relax.

The game was over, the score stayed at ten to one, and fans began to leave the field.

The side where Lu Dong and Song Na were sitting was far away from the entrance and exit, and the people at the entrance and exit were extremely crowded, so they simply waited patiently, and it would not be too late to leave when there were fewer people.

The people next to him, who were similar to the red ribbon, the young brother and the big-headed uncle, probably had the same idea, and they were not in a hurry to leave.

A reporter from the sports station came over from the rostrum at this time, probably to interview the fans. The positions of Lu Dong and Song Na were relatively close to the rostrum, so the reporter rushed over here.

The reporter took the microphone and saw Song Na at a glance.

There was no way, the safflower still needed green leaves, including Lu Dong, surrounded by a bunch of rough men, Song Na was not bad at first, so she immediately stood out.

As we all know, beautiful female fans always attract the attention of sports reporters.

The sports reporter held a microphone, took advantage of the opportunity of people leaving nearby, and came directly in front of Song Na and Lu Dong. Without even looking at Lu Dong, he put the microphone in front of Song Na and asked directly: "Fans and friends, are you satisfied with today's game?"

Song Na was stunned for a moment, but she had experienced enough in the past few years, and she immediately responded: "Satisfied! The kick is pretty good."

The sports reporter asked again: "Do you think the Chinese team can qualify?"

Lu Dong came over and answered first: "I can qualify!"

"Hey, brother, how can you speak without conscience!" The young brother had an opinion, and without waiting for the reporter to ask, he leaned in front of the microphone and camera lens: "If the game is played like today, the World Cup will go out. Hope is zero!"

The leader of the fans wearing a red ribbon also came over, looking very excited, and said with gestures: "Although we won today, what kind of game did we play? They played like a bear today, and they will still behave like a bear in the future. They can't go Sticks and neon! Just like kicking..."

Probably out of breath, Red Ribbon slapped himself: "Man, we are screwed again! We have to wait for the next session!"

The big-headed brother in front turned around at this time, and the sports reporter also looked angry when he saw him. He was afraid that the topic would not be enough, and asked, "Are you satisfied with this game?"

"Unsatisfied! Very dissatisfied! Very dissatisfied!" Big Brother said more and more angrily: "How can this be? How can they fight like this? They represent the whole of China, and they have no energy at all! They have no technical and tactical content." No! I didn't really play at the level of the Chinese at all!"

He was furious: "Milu is a liar!"

The sports reporter went to interview others again. Lu Dong saw that there were fewer people at the entrance and exit, so he pulled Song Na away.

After leaving the stand area and entering the outside of the stadium, it became much quieter. Song Na said, "I'm still so angry after winning."

Lu Dong said, "It will be fine in a few years."

Originally thought that this year was the beginning, but the special brew was the pinnacle, and it was the pinnacle that made the latecomers see no hope.

No matter how hard you scold now, you will feel how rare this session will be in the future.

After leaving the stadium, looking back at the huge national flag, Song Na proceeded from her own interests and said, "I hope to qualify."

The authorization agreement was signed and the fee was paid. If the national football team can qualify, it will inevitably cause a sensation in the whole society. At that time, Lu's Catering will also be rewarded.

Lu Dong muttered: "I guess this is the strongest part, the best chance."

Song Na asked: "If we can qualify, shall we go to watch the match next year?"

"Okay." Lu Dong said with a smile: "We haven't been abroad yet, so let's go out together when the time comes."

There were too many people coming out of the stadium, so it was not easy to go back by car. Fortunately, the hotel we stayed in was not far away, and it took about ten minutes to walk there.

Song Na pulled Lu Dong: "Go back early, pack up, we should go back tomorrow."

It was raining again, and Lu Dong held up an umbrella to completely cover Song Na, regardless of half of his shoulders being exposed in the rain, and said, "I got the authorization, and while the qualifiers are still going on, hurry up and make advertisements and signboards. replace."

It was raining at night, the two held hands, held an umbrella together, and walked on the streets of the thousand-year-old capital, as if they were one.

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