Green Dragon

Chapter 312 The Chinese Captain Has Something to Say

2012 is a leap year.

So February has 2 days.

On this day, Chinese captain Long Shute appeared at the Guangzhou University City Stadium, [-] kilometers away from Munich.

Nearly [-] fans packed the stadium to its fullest.

On this Tuesday afternoon, many young students skipped the boring and drowsy college courses and chose to come to the stadium to cheer for the Chinese team.

This is the last round of the 2014 World Preliminary Top 20. The Chinese team must win in order to hope to advance to the next round of the Top Ten.

Due to various reasons in the first three rounds of the group stage, the national team did not recruit Long Shute, so the Chinese team scored three wins and two losses in the five rounds of the group stage, only scoring 9 points.

Their final opponent is the Jordan team, with 12 points in five games, four wins and one loss, temporarily ranking No.1 in this group.

The other team that also has a hope of qualifying is Iraq. They have the same 9 points as the Chinese team.

The relationship between the Iraqi and Chinese teams is exactly the same, but the Chinese team scored 21 goals in the last round against Singapore, which put a lot of pressure on the Iraqi team. Gathered in Singapore, ready to start the crazy slaughter mode in this away game...

It is related to the final qualifying places, so the two games of this round of the group stage start at the same time.

The Chinese team played at home against the Jordan team that had defeated themselves 2-1.

The Iraqi team is ready to wash each other's blood at home in Singapore.
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Is Jordan strong?
They have only lost one of the five games in the group stage to Iraq, and they have been leading the competition among the four teams.

But even in their own home court, the Jordan team only beat the Chinese team 2-1.

Now that they have switched to the home court of the Chinese team, will they fight with the Chinese team with the soul core after they have almost locked in the qualifying places?
of course not.

Anyway, the outcome of this game has no effect on them. Even if they lose a few goals to the Chinese team, they can still keep their qualifying places-unless Iraq in another game can close the gap of as much as 15 goals between them. Erase it all.

In this case...why do you have to blame yourself?

"Drip, drip...drip!"

The referee from Indonesia blew the final whistle.

The Guangzhou University Town Stadium has already become a sea of ​​carnival.

Looking around the entire arena, there are extremely bright red national flags, and all ears can hear the loud and clear singing of "Singing the Motherland".

"The game is over!"

Liu Jianhong, who was sitting in the live media box for live commentary, broadcast the result to all Chinese fans who followed the game:

"8-1! The Chinese team ended their journey to the top [-] with a hearty victory!"

He was not like the fans in the stands, but still maintained a steady voice:
"In the other game at the same time, the Iraqi team had the last three minutes of stoppage time. They scored 3 goals at home in Singapore. The advantage of the Chinese team is not safe, so we can't yet It's too early to be happy..."

Then his conversation changed, and his painting style suddenly changed:

"If Iraq scores another 23 goals, then the goal difference advantage of the Chinese team will no longer exist. This is definitely something that all fans don't want to see."

The guest Zhang Lu sitting next to him didn't make a sound for a long time. He didn't cough until Liu Jianhong finished speaking:
"Hey, then... there is not much time left for Iraq."

Liu Jianhong was taken aback for a moment, then slapped himself on the thigh.

This old guy... how could he steal my lines? !
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The 8-1 score finally allowed the Chinese team to advance to the next round of the top ten, and because of the huge goal difference advantage, they surpassed the Jordan team and rose to the first place in the group.

Iraq scored two goals at the last moment. With a score of 10-0 and the Chinese team winning 8 points against Jordan, they just surpassed Jordan in terms of goal difference and became second in the group...

The Jordan team, which led the first five rounds, capsized in the gutter in the last round!

The previous 15 goal difference with Iraq was wiped out in one game!

But...who is to blame?
It's all because they didn't try their best when they played against Singapore!

2-0 in one game, 3-0 in one game, with a look of wanting nothing...

If they scored two consecutive big scores at that time, how could there be such a reversal in the last round? ! -
"Iraq's game is finally over! Congratulations to Iraq! Congratulations to China! They advanced to the final top ten! Jordan paid a heavy price for their carelessness! They were squeezed out of the top ten in the last 2 minutes !"

When the results of the other game were sent to the commentary room, Liu Jianhong only had time to roar, and his entire throat was hoarse from the explosive force:
"The last time the Chinese team advanced to the top ten competition dates back to 2001. In the following 11 years, the Chinese team has all fallen on the periphery of the top twenty competition. At this moment, in this stadium In the stands, we can clearly hear the singing and applause from the audience, it was given to our hero, he is leading his teammates to thank all the fans..."
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Long Shute, who completed three goals and two passes in the game, didn't even notice who took off his jersey.

Just shirtless, he led the team around the stadium to express his gratitude to all the fans who came to the scene to cheer for the team.

Every time he went under a stand, the fans in the stands would respond to him with a roar of mountains and tsunami, and the three words "Long Shute" made the whole stadium tremble.

After they finished walking around, countless fans finally broke through the siege of the on-site security, poured into the field like a flood, surrounded the soldiers of the national football team, and then threw the Chinese captain high into the air!
Long Shute, who was flying in the sky, suddenly couldn't help thinking:

In case none of these fans catch them and fall into a high paraplegic, I don't know if the system can cure them well?

As soon as he had this idea, a piercing electronic synthesis sounded in his mind:
"I'm sorry, this system has no healing function. Even the most basic cold, fever and runny nose can't be cured, so please don't seek death."

So, Captain Long, who was greedy for life and afraid of death, quickly signaled the enthusiastic fans to put himself down.

It's just that the enthusiasm of the fans is not so easy to be extinguished by him. In order to prevent himself from being thrown into the sky again, he had to find another way. He found the person in charge of the stadium through the team leader, and then brought himself two wireless microphones.

"Hi, hello, everyone, I am Long Shute, the captain of China, I have something to say, please be quiet for a while."

Long Shute's voice tends to be calm and steady. Since he had just finished the game, it seemed a little hoarse, but with the help of live speakers, it still echoed clearly in every corner of the stadium.

He said it three times in a row before suppressing the hustle and bustle of the scene.

"Very good, please point the live camera at me and connect to the large electronic screen, thank you."

As Mr. Jin Qiu requested, how could he not have this privilege in China?

What's more, this is a major national live broadcast game. As long as Long Shute has not left the field, cctv and various media will continue to follow and report. This is the biggest publicity for the stadium. Many leaders were present, and the efficiency of the stadium staff was pushed to the extreme. Almost as soon as Long Shute spoke, his figure appeared on the big screen above the stands.

After seeing the smiling Chinese captain, the fans once again burst into warm cheers, and huge red flags fluttered in the wind in the stands and on the field.

"Although the game is over, the Chinese captain Long Shute stepped onto the rostrum. It seems that he wants to give a short speech, right?"

Liu Jianhong said some nonsense for a while, because he didn't know what to say.

That's right, Long Shute boarded the rostrum.

In this crucial decisive battle, the rostrum will always be full of leaders, at least the leaders at the bureau level (that is, the leaders at the city level).

Long Shute just walked up.

On the rostrum, he saw several faces that he had dealt with before, including the chairman surnamed Cai, Director Wei who had just been promoted to vice chairman, and those officials who looked like local officials at first glance.

No matter what level these people are, or how they boss around their subordinates on weekdays, at least at this moment, they all have amiable smiles on their faces, and they all look at Long Shute like kind elders.

"Thank you to all the leaders for coming to the scene in spite of their busy schedules. Chinese football can achieve today's results, and it is inseparable from your support."

Long Shute also said nonsense, then turned around.

Of course, it is impossible for him to let those chairmen and mayors give up their seats to him, even if he is already the king of the ball.

So he stood in front of the rostrum, facing tens of thousands of fans, and officially started his speech.

"I hope everyone will not be too happy today, because we have only just advanced to the top ten, and the road ahead is still very long."

His first sentence made many people's hearts sink, and the smiles seemed to freeze on their faces.

What does it mean?
Could it be that... we have no way to advance to the final race?
Even if you have a superstar against the sky, there is no hope?
The situation of grouping has not yet come out, so give up early now?

How can there be a captain who surrenders without a fight?
What kind of shit captain is this? !

Then the bullshit captain continued:

"I hope that you can hide today's joy deeply in your heart, and then bring it out again in June next year.

At that time, the top ten games will all be over, and all fans will usher in greater joy, because the Chinese team will definitely become one of the 32 teams going to Brazil! "

The fans looked up at him, the expressions on their faces had not had time to change.

I saw Captain Long raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist facing the evening wind:
"Please rest assured, please rest assured the motherland and the people, I, Long Shute, will do what I say!"

(End of this chapter)