World Cup of Great Powers

On June 18, at 22:50, the referee from Mexico blew the whistle to end the game.

It is almost dawn in the country now.

At the Stade de France, the eyes of Chinese fans were dull.

I no longer have the same energy as when I played the game.

The "4" and "0" on the scoreboard record every heartbreak of the fans.

The international players on the court were holding their knees, squatting in place, or sitting directly on the ground.

The fans have something to say.

But he opened his mouth.

The words reached my throat, but I couldn't get them out.

What else can be said?

In the 78th minute, General Fan left the field in red.

When he came off the field, his left leg was still limping.

Ma Mingyu, Su Maozhen, Shen Si, Cao Xiangdong, Li Tie, Zhang Minghua and even Jiang Jin all received a yellow card.

Li Tie, who accumulated two yellow cards, was unable to participate in the third group match like General Fan.

Starting from the 70th minute of the game, international players kept falling to the ground due to cramps.

If you can't play like this, what else can you say?

"Everyone, get up, get up!" Chi Shangbin, with red eyes, angrily scolded the international players from the sidelines.

"Look at your virtue!"

"What does it look like?"

"Why don't you quickly stand up and thank the fans?"

General Fan also came out of the bench at this moment.

One by one, the international players who had their heads buried in their arms were pulled up from the ground.

"Old Ma, you are already a veteran, why are you bleeding so much horse urine?"

"And you, Heizi, get up quickly!"

"Look at Li Tie, he's still not blushing and out of breath. Don't let these brats underestimate us!"

Under the urging of General Fan and Jin Chi, 11 international players stood shoulder to shoulder in a row on the sidelines.

"Bow!" General Fan shouted.

Whoosh!

The team members uniformly bent their waists at 90 degrees.

"bow!"

Turning around, General Fan shouted again.

"bow!"

After bowing deeply for the third time, Peng Weiguo stumbled and fell directly to the ground, coughing and retching.

Peng Weiguo only had surgery last year.

In today's game, he just fought hard for 90 minutes.

If it were normal, even if he ran beyond the limit, he wouldn't be in such a mess as now.

What's more, the complicated emotions blended into a ball in his chest, making him breathless.

"Woo, I... vomit... I, I can't help it... vomit~~ vomit!!"

"Lao Peng, what do you look like? Get up quickly!" General Fan urged angrily.

Xu Hong squatted down, wiped her chest and rubbed her back, letting Peng Weiguo vomit first.

"What's so great? Isn't it just a loss?" General Fan snorted lightly.

"At worst, come back in four years!"

"TMD, I don't believe it!"

With Xu Hong's help, Peng Weiguo finally stood up.

Everyone turned collectively to the final stands and stood in awe.

"bow!!!"

General Fan roared loudly, and the national players bent their backs again.

The fans in the stands were already in tears.

Many female fans covered their mouths and turned their heads away.

Looking at the row of bowing national players in front of him, Rossi took off his cowboy hat and threw it to the ground.

"Whoosh!"

He waved the big flag in his hand and shouted loudly: "Come on, Team China! Come on, Team China!!!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

The gentlemen in the stands did not care about the tears on their faces.

The drums were beating and the gongs were beating, causing the French fans nearby to look askance at them.

"Well done, well done to you!" Some fans roared loudly.

"Don't be discouraged, don't be sad, at worst, come back in four years!"

"We will always support you! Always support you!"

Huang Jianxiang's deep voice also sounded from the microphone at this moment.

"In life, success is only temporary, but failure is the main theme."

"But how to face failure divides people into different shapes."

"Some people will be crushed by failure, and some people can keep getting up and moving forward."

"I think true maturity is not about pursuing perfection, but facing your own shortcomings. This is the essence of life."

"Recognize the truth about life and still love it!"

"This is the real hero!"

"Just like the fans on the screen who still cheer for the national football team after defeat."

"Let us dedicate our last applause to these fans who still love Chinese football."

"I am Huang Jianxiang, France Saint-Sini reporting for you."

At the same time, those fans who stayed up until midnight and stayed in front of the TV and radio were filled with tears and runny noses.

What's more, he directly buried his face in the pillow and sobbed.

Although everyone has expected this result.

But when this result actually occurs, there are still some people who can't control their emotions.

On the sidelines of the stadium, Zeng Zheng looked at the group of fans in the stands who had painted themselves red, and couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.

Unlike those Internet trolls of later generations.

These are truly die-hard fans!

A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.

Seeing Zhang Xiaorui who was also crying in tears, Zeng Zheng stepped forward and kicked him.

"Why are you crying?"

"How old are you this year?"

"Hold back your tears. You will be the main force in the next World Cup, you know?"

Zhang Xiaorui sniffed bitterly, and then said intermittently: "Zeng, Mr. Zeng."

"I, I don't understand."

"What don't you understand?" Zeng Zheng asked angrily.

"Why, why are you so capable?"

"This, I have expected the result of this game several times, but you just sit there and watch."

"Aren't you a teaching assistant? You speak English so well."

"Go talk to Coach Horton!"

"As long as he adopts any of your suggestions, we, we can't play like this."

Faced with the questioning of his proud disciple.

Zeng Zheng was speechless for the first time.

How to explain to him?

Explain that his assistant coach is a "trading item" for the big shots?

A name in name only?

He couldn't say this to Zhang Xiaorui, and he would never be able to say it.

Maybe one day, he retires and plans to become a coach.

You can understand your situation and mood today.

Not only Zhang Xiaorui, but Han Tao also stood aside silently and supported Zhang Xiaorui with actions.

Sun Jihai on the side sighed, stepped forward and took Zhang Xiaorui's arm.

"Zhang Xiaorui, Coach Zeng must have his difficulties, don't talk about it."

Sun Jihai is different from "good babies" like Jianlibao.

He has actually worked hard from the Dalian team to the present, and his social experience is much higher than that of his peers.

"What's the problem?"

"No matter how great the difficulty is, can it be as great as the match against Saudi Arabia last year?"

"How majestic and majestic Mr. Zeng was back then!"

"With just a few pointers, we can easily beat Saudi Arabia."

"After returning home, Kuwait scored so many goals again."

"I don't understand why Boss Zeng is so capable that he is not allowed to continue leading the team."

"Why do you use foreigners and foreigners?"

"What about the old foreigner? Schlappner didn't come up with anything back then?"

At the end, Zhang Xiaorui spoke louder and louder, and even the teaching assistants on the side looked sideways.

Zeng Zheng frowned, stepped forward and slapped Zhang Xiaorui.

"You should talk less in the future."

"Don't say anything you shouldn't!"

"You don't understand anything, what are you yelling about?"

This slap directly stunned Zhang Xiaorui.

He just wanted to say what was on his mind.

What went wrong?

Looking at the furious Zeng Zheng in front of him, Zhang Xiaorui pursed his lips, picked up the fans on the ground, and ran into the player tunnel.

"Oh, oh, Boss Zeng, I never want to dream about you again at night!"