Grass roots glory

Chapter 675 Qualified!

From the moment when the Chinese team scored the second goal, No. 605 minutes, except for the players on the field, everyone's heart was not on the game.

Victory is decided.

In the stands, the Chinese fans, who accounted for only a quarter of the audience, turned the Seoul World Cup Stadium into the same as the Chinese team's home stadium.

The bench became even more restless. Madaloni turned around and walked towards the bench, and went to high-five each bench player one by one. The bench players are also an important part of the team. Lippi's coaching staff has always believed that the role of the bench players is not inferior to that of the home team. .

And the Chinese team's bench all stood up, standing in front of the bench, already throwing off the towel, in each of them's heart, the remaining [-] minutes is garbage time, if football can be played like curling It would be good to throw in the towel early, and they can rush into the stadium to cheer immediately.

It's just that when everyone was so excited, Madaloni saw Zhou Tiancheng holding his phone with his head down, pressing the screen while taking pictures, walked up to Zhou Tiancheng, and reminded Zhou Tiancheng in a warning tone: "Zhou, you What are you doing? The game is not over yet, don't you plan to celebrate with everyone?"

Zhou Tiancheng stood up with a smile, took the mobile phone in front of Madaloni and asked him: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, old comrade Maximi. It's just to take two photos. Don't you think it's a pity if this historic scene is not recorded?" Is it? Look at the atmosphere, it doesn’t even exist in San Siro, does it?”

Madaloni took a look, his face gradually softened, and he patted Zhou Tiancheng's shoulder, showing a smile instead, obviously accepted Zhou Tiancheng's reason, but said in a low voice: "Then don't worry now? You should wait When the game is over, I can assure you, it will be even more spectacular."

Zhou Tiancheng raised his head: "Wait for me for a minute."

He saved the group of on-site photos he took on his mobile phone, uploaded them on Weibo, and quickly entered a short sentence: coordinates Seoul, target Brazil!Thanks to the brothers on the field, next year, we will be the protagonists together!

Zhou Zhenyong, who was among the fans cheering together in the stands, suddenly felt the phone in his bag vibrate, and a new message on Weibo was pushed. He didn't want to care about it at first, but he shouted to the audience, feeling that his throat couldn't take it anymore, so he just sat down and took a rest one time.

Seeing Zhou Tiancheng's Weibo, he glanced in the direction of the bench in astonishment, and whispered with a smile: "This kid... who should be thanking whom! Haha!"

Zhou Zhenyong sighed in his heart. He still remembered that more than ten years ago, he almost took Zhou Tiancheng, who was still young, here to watch the Chinese team's first World Cup journey. He will walk from the front of the TV to the stadium, and it is obvious that the expectations of all Chinese fans for the World Cup are concentrated on him to the greatest extent.

And this time, it is definitely not just scoring a goal, scoring a point, and winning a game.

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In the media seats next to He Wei, those reporters who did not have broadcasting rights and only used paper and pen to report on the spot had no intention of working anymore. They shouted excitedly at each other, clapped their hands, and even hugged each other.

They come from newspapers, TV stations, radio stations, and new online media. They may not be familiar with or even know each other. They may still be competitors in order to compete for the right to interview news, but at this moment they can understand each other—we are for the common The team is proud.

In the commentary seat in front of them, He Wei's chest kept rising and falling, trying to take a deep breath, suppressing his trembling: "I don't think anyone can be calm now, I can tell you that Xu Yang and I are standing now and waiting for the next step." The game time, it is impossible to rest easy now, fans wait with us! It's not long, there are still 10 minutes!"

Xu Yang echoed loudly: "Lipi has already walked to the sidelines, at this moment we have to thank this old man standing in the rain."

Lippi showed no expression, still clasped his arms around his chest. The raindrops were slowly hitting his body, but the old man was unmoved at all. His heart was definitely not as calm as it appeared on the surface. At this moment, there was a fire burning with passion.Although he has stood at the pinnacle of the World Cup and overshadowed the others, this is different.At least for Chinese fans, the meaning is absolutely different.

Hong Myung-boo is still making his last attempt and has replaced Nam Tae-hee as an offensive midfielder. Now he has no other ideas, let's score a goal anyway, otherwise he really can't explain to the fans.

The South Korean team was like a dying beast at the last moment, bursting out with the final strength hoping to bite the opponent.

However, the South Korean team's offense was more like a foil. Ming Tao continued to expand his attack range at the last moment, resolving the opponent's offense time and time again.

The whole game went to stoppage time, and the fourth official indicated 3 minutes stoppage time, but the referee Williams was really awesome, seeing that the ball was firmly controlled by the Chinese team, and the substitutes were already on the bench. Started restless, ready to rush into the field at any time, blew the long whistle 20 seconds in advance, and pointed to the middle circle with both hands.

The rain on the scene is getting heavier and heavier, but what is this to the Chinese fans?Everyone has soaring passion.

From the TV, He Wei excitedly raised his arms and shouted: "The game is over! The game is over! We have qualified! We can go to Brazil! The Chinese team has won all six games and accumulated [-] points. There is no suspense in the top ten competition. Get out!"

When He Wei said this, it was as if he was telling an unbelievable thing, and it was the same. He almost crushed the top ten games in a flat manner, and no Chinese fan dared to think about it.

And when all this becomes a reality, what the Chinese fans at the scene can do is to declare victory at the Seoul World Cup Stadium with uniform singing.

"The five-star red flag is fluttering in the wind, and the singing of victory is so loud! Singing to our dear motherland, we will be prosperous and strong from now on..."

The victory clarion call, which fans all over China are familiar with, was once sung in Wulihe and brought to the Korean-Japanese World Cup.

A year from now, there will be an absolutely staggering number of Chinese fans bringing them to Brazil.

There is a reason why CCTV chose He Wei instead of Duan Xuan to do the commentary at the front. Seeing the players of the Chinese team form a circle on the field, hugging and celebrating deeply, the "Poet He" began to be sensational again
He took a deep breath and said emotionally: "It is often said that rain is the dew of the sky, a gift from heaven. Just when the Chinese team was leading, it started to rain on the scene. Even God was magically created by the Chinese team." Touched, this is a miraculous counterattack. If the Asian Cup is not enough, the journey of this world preliminaries is enough to prove that the Chinese team is the absolute king of Asian football! But don’t forget that the person we have the most high hopes for has not played, waiting for him to come back At that time, we can hit a higher peak, regroup and start again, we can definitely expect that the Chinese team in the World Cup next year will never return empty-handed!"

Xu Yang answered excitedly: "Let's talk about the future, now is the time to drink today, enjoy this moment, we have qualified!"

These five eye-catching characters appear on the TVs of thousands of households.

(End of this chapter)