i'm a superstar

Chapter 158 Lovely Chinese fans

On October 2009, 10, the sun was shining brightly, and there were a few milky white, cotton-like white clouds floating in the blue sky. In Spring City, China, a game related to the fate of the Chinese national team was about to be staged.

Before the game, on the bus to the Spring City Stadium.

"Thank me! Boy, if it weren't for me, your Chinese team would have been eliminated as early as last year."

Zhang Han sat in the car with his eyes closed, and Anna's refreshing voice came from his mind.

"What does this have to do with you?" Zhang Han thought without opening his eyes.

"Of course it has something to do with me! If it wasn't for me, your Chinese team wouldn't even be eligible to participate in the top ten."

"Are we that weak?" Zhang Han smiled.

"Am I cheating? I influenced a few referees, and you won No.3 in the top ten competition, or you wouldn't even be eligible to participate in the play-offs."

Anna said with a smile, a bit like a child asking for credit.

After a long pause, Zhang Han said, "Thank you!"

"Come on! If you still can't win against New Zealand, just find a piece of tofu and kill yourself."

After about 10 minutes, the bus arrived at the stadium, and Zhang Han and his party got off the bus slowly.

"Zhang Han! Zhang Han! Chinese team!"

Outside the iron fences on both sides of the road leading to the stadium, fans with five-star red flags printed on their faces were surrounded by extremely excited fans. They all shouted when they saw the new members of the Chinese national team.

"What lovely fans!"

Inexplicably, Zhang Han was a little moved. This is the Chinese fans. Although they were hurt and disappointed again and again, but when it came to the most critical time, they were still so cute, and they still chose to support their national team as always.

For this point, Zhang Han has a deep understanding.In his last life, when the Chinese team participated in the 2002 World Cup, he happened to be in his third year of high school.

He remembers the great joy of the national team qualifying at the Wulihe Stadium, and also the embarrassment of the Chinese team scoring 9 goals without scoring a goal in the Korea-Japan World Cup group match.

However, the more sad thing is yet to come. Who would have thought that it was the only swan song of the Chinese team's World Cup trip. Therefore, from then on, Zhang Han never watched Chinese football again.

With deep love and deep hatred, Zhang Han feels that there are definitely not a few Chinese fans like him.

Sometimes, sometimes, Zhang Han felt that this was true love. No matter how the fans scolded the national team - the Chinese men's football team, when the critical moment came, they would still stand up and support their national team without hesitation.

Zhang Han smiled and waved his hands, and walked forward without stopping, as if to say thank you, thank you for your perseverance.

A group of people arrived at the team locker room, and the players began to get excited. In addition to the foreign players brought over from Inter Milan, there were also several young Chinese players, all of whom looked at the number 10 of the Chinese national team with strange eyes—the one in the Zhang Han, who calls the wind and rain in Europe.

"You've been secretly staring at me to see what I'm doing? Is there a flower on my face?" Zhang Han asked as he sat there changing his clothes and putting on the captain's armband.These players, who were called up by the national team for the first time, have been staring at him since they got on the bus, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Several players did not speak, you look at me, I look at you, it feels like a group of shy children.

"Don't be nervous, call the boss to listen."

Bashen was shirtless, put his red and white jersey on his shoulders, and said with a smile.

A young player summoned up his courage and said, "Zhang Han, can you sign me?"

Then there was laughter in the locker room.

At the Spring City Stadium, there were many fans present, some holding flags and some holding gongs and drums. This is a unique Chinese way of celebrating and cheering.

Of course, originally, there were quite a few people who were disappointed with the national team, and they probably came under the banner of Zhang Han and Inter Milan. After all, European football is the best football in the world, and it still has a great influence on the majority of Chinese fans. of.

In the sound of festive music, the players from both sides came out holding the cute little caddy from China, which immediately aroused cheers from the audience.

Another inexplicable, Zhang Han, who was walking at the front of the team, felt nervous, and he began to lose his mind. Why is this?

Looking at the players behind him, apart from Bashen and Bo Yang, they are all Inter Milan's substitutes. When it comes to the official game, he certainly has no idea.

"Why are you nervous? Last time you played against England, didn't you play well?"

Anna felt Zhang Han's nervousness and smiled.

"Nonsense, how can I say that it was just a warm-up match, and England didn't pay much attention to it at all. Most of the players on the field were substitutes, can it be counted?" Zhang Han said with a frown.

"Careful!"

After the two teams played, they stood in two rows on both sides of the referee, and then sang the national anthem in the solemn music.

At this time, the fans in the stands were a little dumbfounded. Among the players on the field, except for Zhang Han, the captain who stood out from the crowd - a super international superstar, none of the Chinese players on the field was yellow-skinned.

However, they just find it unbelievable and a bit ironic, while others feel very fresh.No one stipulates that players cannot be planned. Didn't you see that those European teams are almost all black?This is called being in line with international standards.

After the national anthems of the two sides were played, sides were chosen, and after friendly handshakes, the game was about to begin.

The two sides opened up, and then the on-site commentator began to introduce the starting lineup.

The starting lineup of the Chinese team is as follows:

Three strikers: Shaw (left winger), Balotelli (center forward), Bojan (right winger)

Midfielders: Aureliano (Left Midfielder), Zhang Han (Right Midfielder), Fez (Demonstrator).

Back four: Marchan (left back), Bradley (central back), Bosch (central back), Gambino (right back).

Goalkeeper: Altman.

"It seems that China's formation has not changed much! This typical 4-3-3 formation is completely copied from Inter Milan. Is this really okay?"

The commentators all said worriedly. After all, the former Chinese team was known for sailing in the gutter, so they had to be more cautious.

"Don't worry about it. This lineup is Inter Milan's substitute and main lineup. It should be fine." Duan Xiaodi said relaxedly.

After the commentator briefly introduced New Zealand's 5-3-2 formation, the game began in a warm, gong-drum-sounding, uniquely cheerful atmosphere.

Just at the beginning of the game, New Zealand's coach, a tall and thin man, looked ugly.

The reason is very simple. After Inter Milan kicked off the midfielder, they passed more than 20 kicks in one breath. The New Zealand players didn't touch the ball in a daze, and the scene was very embarrassing.

"Ah! Although it is Inter Milan's substitute lineup, it is the top European league after all. The level of ball control is really very good." Duan Xiaodi deliberately pretended to be surprised.

At this moment, an accident occurred on the court. Zhang Han received the ball at the front of New Zealand's penalty area, and took two simple steps before decisively kicking the goal.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! It's a powerful long shot..."

　Today is not a power outage, something happened, I just wrote Chapter 1 now, and there is another chapter tonight.The author is kind!If you send more than 100 words, if you send more than [-] words, you should be charged.

　　
　
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