Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

In June, South America has entered the late autumn and early winter, which is a completely different experience from the Chinese people living north of the equator.

According to the lunar calendar, it is probably the season of cold dew.

However, the daytime temperature here in late autumn and early winter is still 27 degrees, which is quite different from what we imagined.

A gust of wind blew through the Maracana Stadium, and the fans in white had already started singing and dancing to celebrate the victory.

Top 8!

After the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, the England team reached the top 8 again after 8 years!

Well, the numbers are very auspicious.

The players on the bench also entered the stadium to celebrate. Lindy saw many players excitedly smiling weirdly with Rooney. It seemed that the team building work after the game in the evening was almost ready.

There are also many newcomers who find it difficult to suppress their emotions, and they are one step closer to their goals.

Especially Sterling, he was running and jumping around in a daze.

The World Cup is really a far away thing for him, and entering the top 8, even after Lindy joined, he never thought about it that way.

After all, Ronaldo and Messi have not had very good results in the World Cup so far.

Lindy grabbed Sterling's head: "Why don't you call your mother?"

"Yes! Yes!" Sterling seemed to have finally found his target and rushed towards the sidelines quickly, leaving behind Lindy who had not had time to continue speaking.

Henderson rushed to Lindy's side excitedly: "Lin, would you like to go together tonight? I've asked about it, the samba girl here is definitely one of a kind, the frequency, the power, it's like a small electric motor, super exciting, why? Like? Are you going?"

Looking at the elated Henderson, Glen Johnson's eyes lit up as he listened, and Lindy even noticed that he swallowed unconsciously.

"Damn it, Jordan, what kind of teammate are you if you don't share resources?" After saying that, he put an elbow on Henderson's neck and called other teammates over.

Lindy did not follow them, his attention had long been attracted by the scene over there.

In sight, the group of warriors in blue who worked hard to the last moment seemed to have ended their mission after the whistle sounded. They relieved the pressure on their bodies and fell on the green field one after another, looking up at the stars, as if to see The future is general.

Lindy saw many players covering their faces with their jerseys, their chests rising and falling, obviously crying.

On the bench, the younger players knelt down and shed tears.

It's not that they can't accept defeat, but they feel ashamed of the fans and the sadness of the people.

At this moment, Yasuhito Endo stood up with tears in his eyes. He walked to the young players and pulled them up one by one.

Although he was already in tears, he still tried hard to pull up every junior: "Get up, the nationals are looking at us, and the juniors in the youth team are also looking at us."

"Don't look downcast. Where did your Yamato spirit go?"

"Get up, you bastard, you can't just fall down like this, we just lost the game."

"Stand up, stand up straight, the fans haven't left yet!"

The players in blue wiped their tears one by one, and slowly stood up under the leadership of Endo Yasuhito. They were sobbing and choking, which made the fans who had not left the stands feel distressed.

Gathering his teammates, Yasuhito Endo led them and the coaching staff Sakuragumi to the fans' stand.

Among them, Lindy clearly saw Hiroshima Sanfrecce's head coach Mori Yasuichi standing in his coaching uniform.

It turns out that before the start of the World Cup, in order to train local coaches, the Sakura National Football Association specially selected outstanding coaches from local J-League clubs to join the coaching staff of this World Cup as special consultants.

To put it bluntly, just to steal the teacher, or to steal the teacher blatantly.

Zaccheroni, who was not far away, sighed and was ready to go up and join the players in thanking the fans who had supported them until now.

But before he could take a step forward, under the leadership of special coaches and consultants, all Sakura Nation players and coaches bowed 90 degrees and apologized to the fans who have been with them until now.

Cameras from all over the world were given to these Sakura Country players.

Unlike other countries who applauded after losing, these guys apologized to the fans.

Lao Zhan looked at it with mixed emotions, thinking of the Chinese men's football team who had reached out to applaud and hastily bid farewell to the fans a few days ago. His chest felt like being pressed by a big stone, which was particularly uncomfortable.

He didn't plan to say anything, because neither the fans nor the Football Association would listen.

not interesting.

The Chinese fans in front of the TV also watched this scene and were filled with emotion. They immediately expressed their opinions on the Internet, showing the spirit of craftsmanship.

The old fans were waiting for Lao Zhan to say something, but there was nothing.

Gradually, many old fans also fell silent, because on the TV screen, Lindy also watched this scene from a distance without saying a word.

At this moment, Lindy and Lao Zhan were silent.

Deafening!

"Lindy!"

Suddenly, a voice pulled Lindy and Lao Zhan back from their thoughts.

The TV cameras also showed the Chinese fans in the stands. They came here with the Chinese team to watch the game. After the Chinese team returned home, they followed the England team. It was a small expectation in their hearts.

Lindy looked back and saw a small group of Chinese fans in red in the Southwest Stand, crowding to the edge of the stand, waving the national flag and shouting his name.

Lindy's eyes suddenly turned red. He had been carrying personal emotions throughout the game and finally couldn't hold it any longer.

He walked forward quickly, and halfway through he realized something was wrong, so he took off his England jersey.

"Lindy, this way!"

The fans shouted Lindy's name happily, watching their idol walking towards them, and many girls even screamed.

"Lindy, you did a great job, you should send Xiaoli home!"

"Lindy, you are so handsome!"

"Lindy, awesome!!"

The crowd shouted Lindy's name across the fence, but suddenly a piece of red was thrown from the crowd and towards Lindy.

He instinctively reached out and caught it, thinking it was the national flag. He was about to say that it was not convenient to approve it according to the agreement.

But when he opened it and took a look, he almost burst into tears.

It is a Chinese team jersey printed by the fans themselves, with the Ssangyong logo on the chest so conspicuous.

Lindy turned the jersey over and looked at it, and was almost stunned.

The fans in front of the TV were almost stunned. It was clearly the printed version of No. 6, Lindy!

Just like the real thing!

Lindy quietly wiped away tears with the raised jersey.

Silently folded the jersey and put it in his arms.

Lao Zhan's tears couldn't stop at this moment.

Yes, fans no longer blame Lindy for not coming back. Look at the players and coaches of Sakura Country, and then look at our own.

Look at the centenary goal of the Chinese Football Association, and then look at ours?

Although people respect small gifts and forget about righteousness, no one has the right to blame Lindy when it comes to football.

It’s just that everyone’s inner expectations are clearly expressed with this jersey.

Lindy pursed her lips tightly and nodded with tears in her eyes.

Without saying a word, he turned around and left silently.

Back view

Desolate and lonely.

pace

Firm and powerful!

Some roads can only be walked alone!

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