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Chapter 242 Qatar World Cup - Beginning or Ending

10 minute later.

On this bleak night, a full moon was hanging in the sky. Wang Feng was walking in the dark step by step, wearing short-sleeved shorts and sneakers, holding a backpack with his right hand.

Behind him are the lights of the locker room, and in front of him are the flashing lights of the reporters.

He didn't want to talk because, next, they had to beat Italy.

Whether this is the beginning of the dream or the end of the dream, no one knows.

Many people will say: The Chinese team came all the way and beat Argentina, but in the hands of Brazil, the gutter capsized.

Maybe that's the case, those who should win will definitely win, and those who should lose, they can't reverse it.

Wang Feng left.

The other teammates were following behind him, looking at the captain of the Chinese team, going further and further away, being swallowed by the darkness...

……

Zhang Qian sat in the locker room, crossed his hands, and meditated secretly.

He didn't send Wang Feng, even he didn't know why.

Is it because the player shines too brightly on the court, too conspicuous?

Or is it too arrogant and annoying?

Or is it too famous and too enviable?

Zhang Qian himself didn't know.

But now, he only knows that the Chinese team lost without Wang Feng.

He only knows that Wang Feng is the backbone of the Chinese team.

He only knew that without Wang Feng, the Chinese team would not even be able to qualify for the World Cup.

"The next battle, I don't want to end get out of class, I must win." Zhang Qian stood up, touched a bottle of mineral water from the table, took a sip, screwed on the bottle cap, and held it in his hand.

Then, I saw him slamming hard towards the ground, and in a blink of an eye he had already closed the door and left sadly.

Wang Feng was lying in the hotel. Today, it should have been a day of high spirits, but it was shrouded in the darkness of defeat.

He was shortlisted for the top twelve of the World Ballon d'Or.

During the season, he led Juventus to continuously surpass, won the Champions League runner-up, won the Coppa Italia, and the Serie A championship. Serie A contributed [-] goals in one season. The number of goals per game in the Coppa Italia was more than two goals.

And this year, his competitor does not have Ronaldo.

Cristiano Ronaldo was the last World Player of the Year, and his mental deterioration is evident.

Last year it was Messi, and last year it was Icardi.

Icardi is still shortlisted this year, and his performance this season is also very good. He scored 48 goals throughout the season and led Real Madrid to the quarter-finals of the Champions League.

Now it seems to have changed, the original Real Madrid has become Juventus, and the original Juventus has become Real Madrid.

Juventus can win three consecutive Champions League titles at this time, while Real Madrid can only rush to the top eight in the Champions League at this time.

If you can win the Golden Globe, then, after returning to Juventus and China, it will be another scene.

Yan Yan was lying on the other side of the bed, looking at her phone.Apparently, she was also in a bad mood.

If Wang Feng loses, then China loses.

Wang Feng walked into the bathroom, turned on the Yuba sadly, and was taking a shower, enjoying the last peaceful years.

Either, followed by toasting and cheering, watching the champagne overflow from the glass; or, followed by crying, secretly pouring out amidst the yelling and cursing of the fans.

when!
In a tavern in Doha, Wang Feng was holding a glass of beer in his right hand, clinking glasses with Liu Haobo who was opposite him.

Liu Haobo went to Real Madrid this year and was not selected for the Ballon d'Or, but Wang Feng can be sure that he will have a chance next year.

Wang Feng and Liu Haobo clinked glasses. On this winter night, the two of them were in the tavern, talking about life and ideals.

There are still two days before the game, and the two of them seem to have no pressure at this time.

"Helper, prepare to pack your luggage and go back to China." Wang Feng said.

"Are you so sure that the Chinese team will be eliminated?" Liu Haobo said.

"No way, if Zhang Qian doesn't send me to play, naturally he will lose." Wang Feng said, taking a sip of his wine.

"If Zhang Qian sends you on the field, can you guarantee that the Chinese team will win?"

"of course."

……

On the huge football field, the lights came on, and the first row of the stands was already full of players.

Some players who want to compete naturally have nothing to do, but those who are currently on vacation, such as Cristiano Ronaldo and Mbappe, are all on vacation at this time. They have stabilized their group qualifications and naturally do not need to fight anymore.

At this time, Shinji Muchuan and his wife were ready. Shinji Muchuan's muscles were very prominent. He was wearing a white T-shirt and sitting by the stand.

Luka Modric is already there, as is Harry Kane, as well as England's Jamie Vardy.

The big stars are all in the first row of the stands. What they come to appreciate may not be the performance of the best team, but it is the performance of the best star.

Yan Yan sat in the first row of the stands, next to him were Shinji Muchuan and his wife.

Shinji Mu Chuan glanced at Yan Yan, indeed, no wonder this person is so energetic every day, it turns out that there is something wrong with his bed!

Wang Feng stepped onto the court. Today, the Chinese team was wearing a red jersey, facing the Italian team wearing a blue jersey.

Wang Feng put on the captain's armband tightly, stood on the court, looked at the players beside the stands, couldn't help but smile, then, he suddenly turned up to the stands, kissed Yan Yan's forehead, and just like that, shook hands with other players present.

Liu Haobo, who was behind, saw his teammates present, and immediately climbed up to the stands to chat with his teammates.

Just when all the players were present, there was still a main striker missing.

At this time, Zhang Yuning was wearing a substitute vest, and everyone was waiting for the last person to appear.

Under the light, I saw a player walking straight out, wearing a Chinese red jersey with the number 99 on the back, which currently belongs to Inter Milan's striker Ok.

……

"This piece of wind blows, that piece of cloud floats by, and suddenly a small river of love appears~"

Shen Na was humming a song, took out a bag of potato chips, sat in front of the sofa, and entered the FT sports channel, she froze as soon as she entered.

The potato chips in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

At this time, I gave a close-up of the No. 99 player. The player looked a bit bookish. He didn't have a hairstyle or tattoo. Just like that, he looked like a prisoner who had just come out of the prison.

Isn't this my younger brother——Shen Fei? !
Damn, it turned out to be a secret weapon in Juventus, but now in the Chinese team, there is actually a secret weapon named Shen Fei!

"Brother, come on, win glory for my sister, and China! - Bring that Liu Haobo back to my sister!!"

(Last week, I had fun, but this week I found out that I seem to be unable to finish the update before the end of the 22nd, and resume the normal update status. If there is no finale on Friday, Saturday will explode and write to the finale)

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