World Cup of Great Powers

When the two short and one long final whistles sounded, the fans in the stands still looked unsatisfied.

"Is this the end?"

"What the hell! The stoppage time must not be enough, right?"

"Oh, it would be great if Ma Mingyu could kick the ball more accurately..."

The fans were disenchanted.

I didn’t see the team win, score, or score, so I always felt like something was missing from the World Cup.

After the national players briefly expressed their thanks, the fans began to leave the field one after another.

Some golfers who brought a lot of things also started to pack their trumpets, bass drums and other accessories.

Some banners can be reused for the next event, while others need to be replaced.

But the banner can be changed, so can a lost game be played again?

In the crowd, Rossi pressed the brim of his hat and silently rolled the big flag in his hand.

While rolling, he muttered.

"No matter what, it's good if you can come, it's good if you can come..."

The entrance to the fan tunnel was already crowded with fans.

Old Rong looked around nervously and held Little Rong's hand tightly.

I'm afraid my child will get lost.

"Dad, I want to keep this little flag, so we don't have to buy it for the next game!"

Seeing his son's sensible appearance, Lao Rong forced out a smile and said, "Well, you can keep it, but you have to hold daddy's hand tightly, got it?"

"Um!"

Horton and Johnson briefly shook hands and hurried back to the tunnel with the advisory group.

More and more people are leaving.

The huge stadium gradually became quiet.

Han Tao bent over and silently cleaned the debris on the bench alone.

After a while, Zeng Zheng also walked out of the players' tunnel.

"Xiao Tao, why haven't you gone back yet?"

"Boss Zeng, do you still want these vests?"

Zeng Zheng took a look and saw that it was the yellow vest of a substitute player.

After all, it was his first time to participate in the World Cup, and Zeng Zheng didn’t know if these vests were distributed in batches for each game or if each team had a few.

"Put it away first, what if you hand it over later?"

With that said, Zeng Zheng stepped forward and picked up the vests one by one.

Seeing this, Han Tao also carried a bag and started picking up mineral water bottles scattered on the ground.

It wasn't until all the benches were cleaned that the master and apprentice went back.

At the press conference at this time, Horton, who was in a good mood, said:

"The World Cup isn't over yet!"

"What the Chinese team has to do now is to prepare for the next two games with all its strength."

"Anything can happen on the football field!"

"There are winners and losers in the game, just like life."

...

The press conference is over.

But Holden's speech made people feel like everything was over.

Think about it too.

Lost to Denmark.

How can the Chinese team qualify from the group stage?

One win and one draw?

Who will win? Who will tie?

Have you won?

Is it even?

Some inexperienced domestic reporters reluctantly left the press conference.

But the truly experienced reporters followed Horton to the mixed zone.

Sure enough, here, Holden let go directly.

Facing a female reporter from London, Holden talked eloquently.

"...When I coach the Chinese team, I have to teach the players from basic techniques and tactics, game experience and other aspects..."

"...I want to use my experience to help the Chinese team, but this is playing in the World Cup, you know how difficult it is for me!"

Over and over again, Holden kept mentioning the word "difficulty".

This time, when asked about his thoughts and plans for the next game, Horton did not answer as neatly as he did at the press conference.

But soon, he discovered some Asian faces among the reporters.

Horton smiled again and then said that he would do his best to lead the team to win the next game.

...

Subsequently, the Chinese team bus left the Ferris Borat Stadium.

If nothing else, these people will never come here again.

On the bus, the atmosphere was a bit dull.

General Fan took the initiative to take a handful of bananas and sell them in the aisle like a hawker.

“Excellent banana!”

“Fresh bananas!”

"Anyone want one?"

There was silence in the car.

Finally, Zeng Zheng raised his hand and said with a smile: "Give me two."

Seeing someone cheering, General Fan immediately said: "Two sticks? Does Coach Zeng have enough?"

Zeng Zheng is not a player, and he has no physical exertion.

Asking him if two sticks are enough to eat is obviously an irony.

"One for me, one for him." Zeng Zheng pointed to his side with his thumb.

Looking at Sun Jihai who buried his face in his hood and blocked his ears with earplugs, General Fan became silent.

He silently broke off two bananas and handed them to Zeng Zheng.

Just as he turned to leave, Zeng Zheng stuffed a tube of spray into his pocket.

"Thank you for the banana. Go back and spray your left knee. This is my ancestral secret medicine."

General Fan was stunned.

Then he smiled.

"Thanks."

His knee also started to hurt around 60 minutes into the second half, and he didn't know when he collided with his opponent before.

But the football was being played intensely at that time, so I didn’t think much about it.

When I relaxed now, there was indeed a dull pain under the corrugated cap.

...

After this game, Denmark's next stop is Toulouse, which can be regarded as crossing France from north to south.

The next stop for the Chinese team is Saint-Denis, which is only over 170 kilometers away from Lens.

But comparing the opponents in the next round, the Chinese team is more willing to travel more than 750 kilometers to play against South Africa.

When they returned to the hotel, the international players went upstairs to pack their things, but members of the coaching staff were stopped by the media and reporters.

Facing the camera, Chi Shangbin's sincere eyes flashed with tears.

The first thing he said was "I'm sorry".

Jin Zhiyang on the side also shook his head.

When asked about Sun Jihai's condition, the two coaches looked at each other and then unanimously said that Sun Jihai's current condition is not serious.

No one would believe this!

However, when it was said at this moment, some fans at the scene still felt better.

They couldn't buy tickets to watch the game.

They all watch the game in hotels or bars in Lens.

The fans were heartbroken when they saw Sun Jihai being tackled off the field at the last moment.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! You know, after the World Cup, Sun Jihai will go to England to play football!

What if you get injured now and get called back by the opposing club?

"...Don't be sad, everyone knows you did your best."

Seeing that Jin and Chi's eyes were red, the sympathetic reporter comforted Holden with these words.

However, Holden shook his head, "NO, I'm not sad for myself, I'm sad for the team members."

"Obviously I came to the World Cup, but I only played one 60-minute game..."

Before Horton could finish speaking, many fans surrounded him and separated him from the reporters.

Although Horton didn't say everything, his "60 Minutes" said everything.

When Ripert scored in the 64th minute, the game was over for the Chinese team.

The opponent chose to score when the national team was holding on for its last breath.

Not only did it hit the opponent, but it also paved the way for oneself.

That's what the World Cup is.

Every opponent cannot be underestimated.

Soon, the international players who had packed their luggage also came down.

Under the escort of security personnel, several players were still picked up by fans and reporters.

Facing the microphone, it is inevitable that some people will complain.

"The opponent's kick was too dark..."

"I feel like I didn't perform well..."

"I think the reason is that we made too many mistakes..."

"It's not that I haven't had a chance, but I always feel a little bit behind..."

"We still can't cooperate. None of us can play in an orderly manner..."

"Why are you asking me? I'm just a handyman! I don't know anything!" Zeng Zheng smiled and took his arm away from the fans, then returned to the team.

But the greasy fan who was stopped by security still refused to give up. He shouted at Zeng Zheng’s back:

"Coach Zeng, you are not a handyman."

"You are a hero, the hero of the national team!"

"Without you, I wouldn't be able to come here."

"I, Cui Daguo, will always thank you!"

Afterwards, the fans' thanks came one after another from behind Zeng Zheng.

Listening to the fans' sincere shouts, Zeng Zheng's throat tightened.

He didn't dare to look back, so he had to speed up and board the bus.

This scene was all seen by the team leader Wang Junsheng who had already boarded the bus.

"Coach Chi, what do you think of Xiao Zeng?"

"Quite capable." Chi Shangbin nodded, "At least he sees the situation in the game deeper and further than me and Lao Jin."

Wang Junsheng laughed bitterly after hearing this, "Just having coaching ability is not enough!"