World Cup of Great Powers

When the referee blew the whistle to end the game, Scull Park once again became a sea of ​​joy.

The "guns and cannons" on the sidelines were aimed at the Chinese team members who were celebrating wildly on the court.

In the words of a French reporter: "They are as happy as if they have won the championship."

After the celebration, the players stood in a row under the command of General Fan and bowed to the surrounding fans.

The Scull Park stadium is filled with red and has long been the home court of the Chinese team.

Correspondingly, there were more than 6,000 depressed South African fans in the corner.

The great situation in the first half completely collapsed after the "three black minutes" in the second half.

Time? Fate?

In front of the players' tunnel, the historical moment when Troussier and Zeng Zheng shook hands was recorded by countless media reporters with flashlights.

"Congratulations on your victory."

"Thank you." Zeng Zheng replied in French.

"China is really a magical place. I really didn't expect that it could make a comeback under such circumstances."

"I have to go early. There are so many Chinese fans in France now that it's hard to get a ticket to China!"

"In that case, I'd better not argue with you." Troussier smiled.

"You and I can't argue!" Zeng Zheng shook his head, "I bought the tickets with the fans, you can just buy your own."

Hearing what Zeng Zheng said, Troussier raised his eyebrows.

"Oh? It seems you know the result over there?"

"You know, of course I know too."

Seeing that Zeng Zheng still looked fearless, Troussier's smile suddenly dropped.

"The last one to qualify must be us!"

"Then who knows?" Zeng Zheng blinked, "Maybe we can play guessing games!"

That’s all the words are said for.

Troussier let go of Zeng Zheng's hand and walked into the players' tunnel alone.

Zeng Zhengze came to the sidelines and thanked the fans together with the players.

After greeting the coach opposite, Jin and Chi hurriedly came over and asked, "How is Xiao Zeng?"

"Have we qualified?"

At the end of the game, Zeng Zheng uncharacteristically directed his players to attack, and even idiots like Jin Chi could have guessed what was going on.

The final battle with Kuwait last year is still vivid in my mind.

Jin and Chi didn't dare to come over and ask Zeng Zheng until the game was over.

"have no idea."

"have no idea?"

Jin and Chi were anxious.

"Xiao Zeng, don't be careless! Whatever you say, I still have to explain it to the team leader!"

"Yes, Xiao Zeng, there are a lot of things going on here! Just stop guessing for us!"

A lot of things?

Zeng Zheng curled his lips.

Is it about buying a plane ticket?

"If you don't know, you just don't know." Zeng Zheng shook his head, "You can ask someone from FIFA about the specific results!"

After saying that, Zeng Zheng slinked into the players tunnel with his hands behind his back.

At the post-match press conference, the spotlight flashed again.

The reporters in the audience knew this.

No matter what the result of the Chinese team is.

After today, this young coach will definitely become famous around the world through the World Cup.

"Coach Zeng, the Chinese team's slogan of 'score a goal, score a point, win a game' has been fully fulfilled. How do you feel at the moment?"

"Coach Zeng, congratulations on becoming the first coach to lead the Chinese team to victory in the World Cup. Do you have anything to say to the fans across the country?"

"Coach Zeng, can you talk about how you directed the team from falling behind to taking a two-goal lead?"

Zeng Zheng took the microphone and answered in an orderly manner.

"First of all, this victory is inseparable from the support of the fans."

"Everyone has seen that there are so many fans here to cheer us on."

"It's like we're playing at home."

"In a home game, if you fall behind, of course you have to fight hard to get back."

"Players like Wu Chengying, Zhang Minghua, and Ma Mingyu are all working very hard on the court."

"If they don't fight hard, I won't be able to overtake the score even if I have great abilities."

"As for those slogans, they are just a small goal for our first World Cup."

"Now that everything has been accomplished, of course I am very happy."

"So to the fans who have traveled thousands of miles to support the national team, what I want to say is, I really, really appreciate it. Thank you for your support!"

After saying that, Zeng Zheng stood up and bowed politely.

After Zeng Zheng took his seat again, another foreign female reporter raised her hand and asked: "Mr. Zeng, first of all, congratulations on leading the Chinese team to emerge from the group stage..."

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguoyuedu to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. Yeguoyuedu is available for Android and Apple.]

Before the reporter could finish speaking, Zeng Zheng interrupted: "Wait a minute, comrade reporter, where did you get the news?"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng looked at the crowd of reporters in the audience and asked loudly: "Or did FIFA just send a letter to certify it? Have any of you received any news from FIFA?"

"this..."

The female reporter who had just asked Zeng Zheng looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry Mr. Zeng, I didn't get any news from FIFA. I just judged that the Chinese team qualified..."

"Well, ma'am, you're making me happy for nothing."

As Zeng Zheng spoke, he made an exaggerated gesture with his hands in front of his chest, making everyone laugh.

At this moment, the reporters who were quick-thinking also reacted and started talking in low voices.

Jin and Chi, who were peeking through the crack in the door to see what was going on, were now clasping their fingers and almost bald.

"I didn't expect that this 3-point game would be so difficult to calculate!" Jin Zhiyang sighed.

"Hey, after all, it's the first time so many teams are participating, so it's normal for this situation to happen!" Chi Shangbin pulled his hair and still ran the rusty CPU in his brain.

In the national football locker room, the players who had just won were all sitting in front of the small blackboard, watching Xu Hong list the scores of the three teams on the blackboard one by one.

"Look, in the first round of the group stage, we lost to Denmark 0-1, and South Africa lost 0-3 to France."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "In the second group match, we lost to France 0-4, and South Africa defeated Denmark 2-0."

"This game has just ended. We beat South Africa 4-2, and France beat Denmark 3-1."

"Looking at it this way, our points in Group C are that the French team has 9 points from three wins from three games, and is the first in the group to qualify."

"We won one game each against Denmark and South Africa, and we both have 3 points."

Seeing this, someone in the audience raised their hands and asked: "What should we do if the points are all 3?"

"It's better than goal difference!" Sun Jihai replied quickly.

"Quickly calculate, how much goal difference do we have!"

This is not bad, the calculated results shocked everyone again.

"This...our goal difference with South Africa and Denmark is negative 3."

"What the hell? It's a tie again?" Li Tie said in surprise.

"Well, it's a tie again."

"Then the goal difference is the same, so why should we compare?"

Xu Hong touched her chin, "I heard that if the goal difference is the same, it should be the number of goals scored, right?"

"Then quickly calculate, how many goals should we score?"

After another round of addition and subtraction within ten, the result came out.

"Denmark scored two, and we and South Africa both scored four."

"In other words, Denmark has been eliminated?" Zhang Xiaorui said happily.

"That's right, if we count the number of goals scored, Denmark actually ranks first in our group!"

"yeah!

"

The national players cheered.

After the cheers, another question was placed in front of everyone.

Between us and South Africa, who will advance?

After everyone thought for a while, Li Bing spoke up: "Now that the number of goals scored has been compared, the number of goals conceded should be compared, right?"

No one here is a top student.

The goal difference and number of goals scored are the same, so the number of goals conceded must also be the same.

After doing some calculations and looking at the results, the national players fell into deep thought.

"F*ck! The points, goal difference, number of goals scored, and number of goals conceded are all the same, so what the hell is the comparison?" Li Tie kept blowing his hair, and he felt like his "brain" was about to explode.

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At this moment, not only the national football players are worrying about this issue, but FIFA personnel are also worried about this matter.

I thought that the grouping and points system were already very reasonable, but I didn't expect that in the first 32-team World Cup, this situation of identical data would appear.

"This Chinese team is really good!"

"Can't you just go home after losing three games in a row?"

"You must give us such a big problem!"

Looking at the rows of identical numbers on the paper, the people at FIFA also had a headache.

This is the World Cup!

It's not the kind of small domestic cup where you can replay and make up the game if it's a draw.

Everyone plays the same number of games, and even if the numbers are the same in the end, the draw will result in a life-and-death battle.

"Besides making up the match, is the only way to draw lots?"

In the World Cup, if lots were drawn to determine whether to advance or not, those who were eliminated would definitely feel dissatisfied.

But what can we do if we don’t draw lots?

Throughout the night, the whole world was waiting for FIFA's decision.

It was not until the two games in Group D were played that China and South Africa received a paper reply from FIFA.

Looking at the word "out" above, Troussier couldn't help but curse.

"Fuck! Tell me, what is the relationship between victory and defeat!?"

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