World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 1 Dalian Jinzhou doesn’t believe in tears

"Qi Yousheng - get out of class is over! Qi Yousheng - get out of class is over!"

The stands of Dalian Jinzhou People's Stadium were filled with people.

At least 90% of the fans at the scene had dull expressions and rigid bodies.

But every time Qatar attacked, they uniformly raised their arms and shouted this slogan.

In the late autumn evening, the seaside city has also cooled down.

But many people in the cheering crowd were still shirtless.

Xiao Rong murmured: "Come on, Team China!"

"Today is 5 degrees higher than yesterday. It would be better if it was colder."

Seeing this, the man from the Northeast, whose eyes were already red, could not help but persuade Lao Rong: "Take the children and leave quickly."

At the east end of the stadium, on the electronic scoreboard of the University of Nottingham, a bright red "1:3" is displayed below the names of the Chinese team and Qatar.

When Qatar scored the third goal, a salute sounded outside the stadium.

The second half of the original banner that read "Chinese people are not afraid of death, are they still afraid of difficulties?" was rolled up, making it look shocking from a distance.

The final whistle sounded.

In the 81st minute, General Fan volleyed back a goal, giving everyone a glimmer of hope.

However, Qi Yousheng's on-the-spot command error made even 5 minutes of injury time ineffective.

Finally, the final whistle sounded.

A moment of tranquility.

For a moment, the scene erupted into thunderous and tragic applause and cheers.

The Northeastern men who packed the stadium had tears in their eyes, but every one of them stood up, waved their arms and shouted:

"Okay, well done! Well played!"

"Bamboo shoes! You kick really well!!!"

The fans gritted their teeth.

The Qatari players below had already started dancing on the sidelines.

The players who had fled had already hid in the players tunnel, and no one dared to come out and bow.

The lights in the stadium began to go out, and under the order maintained by the military and police, the fans wiped away tears and left this sad stadium through the one-way street that was only for entry and exit.

"Sigh! The Chinese team lost a key three points, and the World Cup is completely hopeless!"

"Who is responsible for losing at home?"

"Chinese Football, when will we see you qualify?"

On November 1st, media reports were overwhelming.

The most famous one is a blog post called "Jinzhou Doesn't Believe in Tears."

In this era when there are only more than 600,000 Internet users, this article quickly resonated with the majority of fans.

In just one day, more than a dozen media outlets across the country reprinted and published it.

After watching the incident, the angry fans quickly dialed the phone number of Zhu Xie's office.

However, at this moment, Bamboo Shoes has already cut off the phone lines and closed the official website.

Hang yourself on an isolated island and completely cut off contact with the outside world.

Things fermented too quickly, and the coverage was so wide that people even talked about it in remote areas such as XJ and XZ.

Seeing that the gaffe was about to get out of control, Bamboo Shoes called the soldiers together overnight after the game, encouraging them to withstand setbacks and strive to be in the best condition to play the next two World Cup qualifiers.

After being motivated, the players rushed back to the Oriental Building to rest, while the coaching staff and other staff were left behind.

After all his "own people" were left, Yuan Weimin, who had been so high-spirited just now, suddenly changed his face and looked at Qi Yousheng gloomily.

"Da Qi, what do you think we should do?"

Wang Junsheng, the team leader on the side, saw that the situation was not good and immediately gave Qi Yousheng a wink.

Although Qi Yousheng denied that he underestimated his opponent at the post-match press conference, sitting here, he didn't have much to say.

"Chairman Yuan, this is my responsibility, I resign!"

Qi Yousheng was a bachelor and expressed his stance directly.

"Do you think resigning will settle everything?" Yuan Weimin shouted sternly.

"Do you know how important this game is?"

"What did I tell you before the game? You must win!"

"But what's the result? Look at what's going on here!"

"The fans cheered for Qatar in the end. Is it our fault that the fans don't support us?"

"I'm telling you, dear brother, you don't have to say it yourself if you want to resign, you will have to get out sooner or later!"

Yuan Weimin pointed at Qi Yousheng's nose and let out a lot of evil fire.

After venting, Yuan Weimin took a breath and then returned to his usual calm state.

"Old Wang, tell me what the next step should be, what should we do?"

"Of course we have to play the remaining two games well." Wang Junsheng said immediately, "At least let the fans see that we are fighting for honor!"

"Da Qi, where are you?" Yuan Weimin asked again.

"Anyway, there is no hope of qualifying. I think our first priority is not to lose anymore! Only in this way can we explain it." Qi Yousheng said seriously after thinking for a while.

"This is what Da Qi thought." Yuan Weimin nodded, "That's it! Tell the players tomorrow that we can't let the chain slip anymore!"

After finalizing the plan for the next two games, Yuan Weimin once again raised the issue of the head coach.

Qi Yousheng was still the first to raise his hand to speak, saying that he could resign at any time and take the blame.

The position of head coach is not only to lead the team in training and games, but also to be the buffer between the fans and bamboo shoes.

If there is any slight disturbance, the head coach's resignation and dismissal can take away most of the fans' hatred.

Qi Yousheng had already been mentally prepared before the top ten games started.

The people in the room had a relatively good relationship with Qi Misheng. Even if he would eventually be pushed to the stage to attract firepower, these people were also considering whether Qi Misheng would still be useful in the future.

Judging from the expressions of everyone in the room, it was obvious that they wanted to save their lives from miscarriage.

After all, after the professionalization of football, there are really not many local coaches like Qi Yousheng in China.

It would be a pity if Qi Misheng was completely banned just because of one World Cup preliminaries!

There is no way, there is a shortage of coaches and the national conditions are like this.

So the direction we are considering now is whether to follow the example of Qatar and change coaches on the spot.

Supporters believe that changing the coach at this time can protect Qi Misheng to the maximum extent and allow the new person to bear the remaining firepower of the fans;

Opponents believe that the fans are not stupid, and a coaching change at this time is likely to cause a collapse, and there will be no way to explain it.

Yuan Weimin rolled his eyes after hearing this, and then said slowly: "Since everyone has their own opinions, let's vote by a show of hands!"

"Those who agree to change coaches on the spot, raise your hands!"

Swish swish swish!!

There were 12 people in the room, and five raised their hands.

"Chairman Yuan, it seems we really shouldn't mess around."

Wang Junsheng, who didn't raise his hand, was just halfway through his words when he saw Yuan Weimin's hand slowly raised.

Seeing that all the people in Yuan Dynasty wanted to change him, Qi Yousheng didn't say much.

The vote was 6 to 6, seemingly a tie.

But everyone knows the result.

The policy was set, and Wang Junsheng immediately adjusted the direction of his speech.

"Chairman Yuan, that candidate."

"Xiao Wang, I leave the selection to you! Tomorrow at the latest."

Yuan Weimin lowered his head and looked at his watch: "Oh no, you must choose someone for me tonight!"

Wang Junsheng nodded, with a wry smile on his face.

At this time, is there really anyone in China who is qualified, capable and obedient to take a dip in this muddy water?

After the meeting, Wang Junsheng returned to his residence while rubbing his temples.

Thinking about it, it is estimated that none of the well-known coaches in China will answer the call.

In desperation, Wang Junsheng picked up the phone and dialed a series of familiar numbers.

After several calls, a middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Old Xu, it's me!" Wang Junsheng said.

"Junsheng!" The other end of the phone sighed, "I watched the game, is it over now?"

"That's right!" Wang Junsheng said with a bitter smile, "Chairman Yuan decided to change the coach temporarily and asked me to find one. You said that the three-legged toad is easy to find, but why is it so difficult to choose the national team head coach with two legs?

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"Change the coach before the battle?" Lao Xu frowned.

He did not ask why Qi Yousheng could not succeed him, because this did not share Wang Junsheng's troubles.

"How about Xu and Bao?"

"Songri keeps a close eye on him, so he won't let him come over!"

"Where's the late guest?"

"Wanda won't let him take a trip into this muddy water!"

Lao Xu successively spoke to several veterans who were born in the 1940s, but Wang Junsheng rejected them one by one.

For no other reason than he can't move these people!

Seeing that his gaffe was about to lead to a deadlock, Lao Xu suddenly raised his voice: "Junsheng, I still have someone to choose from, but he is too young. I don't know if you are satisfied with it."

Wang Junsheng was also stunned for a moment, but then he came to his senses.

"You mean the young man who saved you from a heart attack?"

"Yes, it's him!"

"Uh-huh, he is indeed too young, but he is capable, and he is not as obedient as those old fritters."

"Hey, we can't make it out anyway, why not give him a chance and let him practice!" Lao Xu's voice was full of earnestness.

"Old Xu, you are so good to him, I even suspect that he is your illegitimate son!" Wang Junsheng smacked his tongue a few times, and then frowned.

"But no, he is not in the country right now, so he may not be able to fly back!"

"That's simple, wouldn't it be enough to let the team members go to Saudi Arabia a few days in advance? Then let them meet up in Riyadh. Wouldn't this save time?"

Wang Junsheng's eyes lit up after hearing this, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"Okay, Lao Xu, I'll do as you say!"

(End of chapter)