My three pots of meat plants

The Iranian team made a mistake in passing the ball in the midfield and was intercepted by Ji Pingping, who had been wandering in the midfield.

Ji Pingping feels that he feels good on his feet today. He is thinking about whether he should stop being a defender and try a frontcourt position.

Ji Pingping did not score the ball, but took the ball directly to break through.

Ji Pingping dribbled the ball to the penalty area, ignored Sun Zhedong who was waving for the ball on the left, and Fan Yi who was being watched by two Iranian defenders in front of the right, and shot angrily from a long distance.

All eyes of the audience followed the ball.

Nice angle!

The hearts of the audience were in their throats, and Wen Wuchu couldn't help standing up from his seat.

The goalkeeper of the Iranian team blocked it.

Sighs resounded throughout the audience.

The ball went to the Iranian defender's feet.

He stopped the ball and planned to drive the ball directly to the frontcourt, but he twisted his foot and made a mistake, and the ball hit Hua Guo team defender Luo Yucheng.

Yes, Luo Yucheng, a defender who has little presence in the Hua Guo team's defense.

Qi Jingze said that they were too close to the goal and hindered him, so he, Ji Pingping, and Lin Zitie and other defensive players started running around the field like flying kites.

Seeing Ji Pingping attacking this time, he rushed forward regardless of everything, without stopping, and went directly to the opponent's penalty area.

He rushed too fast, only to see Ji Pingping's shot was saved by the fierce-looking goalkeeper of the Iranian team, and then, he felt a heavy object hit his head.

Fuck, you won't have a concussion, will you?

Luo Yucheng, who was knocked dizzy, thought this before lying down on the ground.After a while, he heard a whistle, and soon, a group of people lay on top of him and began to pile up small hills.

what happened?

Luo Yucheng, who was even more dizzy, took a long time to react. The defender of the Iranian team made a mistake in passing the ball and kicked the ball to his head.

The ball bounced off the head and rushed into the net at an incredible angle.

This should be considered an own goal, but the goal was still counted on Luo Yucheng.

He scored the key goal for the Hua Guo team to qualify?Luo Yucheng felt that his ancestors were probably smoking.

Until the final whistle, everyone in the coaching bench rushed into the field. The cheers on the scene had made people unable to hear the conversation within one meter, and Luo Yucheng was still dizzy.

No one cares if it's an own goal, and no one cares if it's a dribble, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that the Hua Guo team has qualified ahead of schedule!

This team is destined to stay in the football history of the Huaguo team!

Many years later, people praised them for being a multi-angle team, from forwards to defenders and even goalkeepers, who can score goals in international competitions.

This is destined to be an unsettled night.

Before the start of the game, the celebratory slogans, slogans, corresponding advertisements, and press releases have all been prepared.But when this moment really comes, everyone still doesn't know how to face the joy in their hearts.

A few months ago, everyone had given up hope of qualifying.

Even the major media that like to advocate that the Hua Guo team still has a chance of qualifying, such as "Football", "Football Prosperity" and "Big Football Weekly", have given up using the selling point of the possibility of qualifying to drive sales.

But at this time, Qi Jingze, who was even more famous than a star, and indeed an artist, joined the Huaguo football team.

And then, everyone knows.

The past few months have been like a dream. Hua Guo football, which was originally bullying, suddenly became an undefeated lion. All Hua Guo fans and Hua Guo people are worried that it is a dream. .

Ji Zibo is the editor-in-chief of "Football Situation". As the person in charge of the football newspaper with the highest sales volume in China, he has not written for many years except for the New Year's inscription.

But this time for the qualifying special issue, he wrote half of the page eloquently.

[I have lived for 47 years. Although I was born in a Buddhist family, I have always been an atheist.

However, in the past three months, my long-standing world view has begun to be subverted, but I enjoy this subversion.I believe that God heard the prayers of the Chinese people and gave us Qi Jingze!In other words, Qi Jingze himself is a god!

Thousands of houses were lit up tonight, and there were crowds of people celebrating everywhere, but I was at home and watched every game in the past three months without fast-forwarding.It was already light at this moment, but I still didn't feel sleepy at all.

Every time I watch a game, I will professionally analyze the lineup, tactics, home and away advantage, psychology, physical fitness and so on of the two teams.But from the moment Qi Jingze appeared, I felt that these scientific and systematic analyzes were so pale!

I found that I just need to calmly enjoy the surprises and beauty that Qi Jingze brought us, that's enough! 】

In many colleges and universities, boys' dormitories and girls' dormitories are all watching tonight's game.

It doesn't matter whether it's watching the ball or watching the face.

The moment the final whistle sounded, the students either cheered or cried with joy.

In some boys' dormitories, everyone was shirtless, put their shoulders on each other, and sang the national anthem.

Some even went so far as to dig out the national flags they bought from Taobao and hang them on the poles of the upper bunk, and the whole dormitory raised the national flag to salute.

This night, there are still many people partying all night.

People who didn't know each other hooked up shoulder to shoulder and ate supper together, talking about their moods in the past few months.

Great congestion appeared on the roads across the country, and people driving stopped on the side of the road, honking their horns together to celebrate the qualification of the national football team.

As for bars and squares, needless to say, carnival crowds can't wait to get drunk, immersed in dreams and unwilling to wake up.

That night, Wen Wuchu, who returned to the hotel, also tossed and turned, sleeping restlessly.

He originally wanted to join all the sleepless crowd and plunge into the ocean of carnival.However, it is inconvenient to have two Rou Zhijun around to take care of.

The fireworks outside the window overnight were clearly on the twentieth floor, and Wen Wuchu could smell the pungent smell of fireworks.

There are carnival sounds and shouts inside and outside the hotel, and people vent their emotions.

No one is upset by the cacophony, they only have so many years of pent-up emotion to vent to.

The next day.

It was dawn, and the crowd who had been partying all night finally felt a little tired and fell asleep.

The streets are littered with remnants of firecrackers, broken wine bottles, ribbons and slogans.

That night, the excited crowd broke through the city's ban on setting off firecrackers.

This night, people forget to keep distance between strangers.

All embraced together because of the realization of a dream.

Wen Wuchu went downstairs to the hotel and found a place by the window along the street to surf the Internet.

At this moment, apart from the cleaners cleaning the windows and the waiters waiting in the lobby, only Wen Wuchu woke up at this point.

Wen Wuchu checked the news online.

He felt a little regretful for not joining last night's carnival.

The homepages of all the portals were filled with news about the Hua Guo team qualifying, and Qi Jingze's beauty was everywhere like a virus.

The number one trending topic on Weibo is #家祭无忘话那翁#, while #华国队赛出线# is only ranked No.2.

Wen Wuchu thought it was a joke, but the joke finally waited until the Hua Guo team qualified again.However, after opening the topic, Wen Wuchu realized that it was a sensational topic.

After qualifying yesterday, former Huang Baofeng reporter Lin Jing posted a long Weibo.

Thinking of sitting with this personality reporter yesterday, Wen Wuchu clicked on the long article with great interest.

Since the appearance of Qi Jingze, Lin Jing's reporting style has changed drastically, from laughing and scolding to a serious and rigorous style, and the Weibo he posted yesterday turned out to be sensational and tear-jerking.

[In my memory, my father was calm and rigorous, just like his love was also silent.

From childhood to adulthood, the only time I can see my father cheering like a child is when watching the Hua Guo team play football.

He likes to watch the game by himself, sitting in front of the TV, with two cans of cold beer on the table, and a red cloth strip with the national flag pattern tied on his head.

In my memory, he blushed several times, and said to me excitedly, "This time the lottery is super good, we will qualify for the qualifying round" and "We will qualify for a tie tonight."

However, every time it ended, he turned off the TV and drank in silence alone.

At this time, he returned from an excited child to an old man in his twilight years.

Later, when he watched the national football team, he became more and more silent.

I would joke with him, I said that in your life, you will never wait for the Hua Guo team to qualify again.But anyway, you have witnessed it before, and I don't know what it feels like.

He also looked away a lot, saying that if he can't wait, then the day the national football team qualify, the family sacrifice will never forget to tell Nai Weng.

It's just that there are some things in life that can't be said nonsense, and a word becomes a prophecy. His father passed away last year, and his cancer is terminal.

I never dared to expect the Hua Guo team to qualify this time. I have witnessed miracles in the past few months, and my heart is overwhelming and it is difficult to calm down.

Just now, I toasted with all my journalist friends, forgetting that we are the opposite media, forgetting that we are desperately trying to seize new topics.

Maybe at this moment I can understand my father's emotions, the emotions that have been suppressed in my heart for too long, the dreams that I have waited for too long to touch.

I'm typing this in the corner of the court, and now I want to drive home and tell him the news.

Or, my mother had burned the news to him the first time.

If my father lived another year or two, he might not have any regrets.

If the Hua Guo team had Qi Jingze four years earlier, perhaps many people would not leave unwillingly.

Unfortunately, there is no if. 】

Wen Wuchu looked at the computer, tears streaming down his face.

There were no tissues on the table, so he wiped away his tears with his sleeve until it became wet.

He thought of his father.

My father is too serious and doesn't like to talk. The most relaxed time between them is when they watch football and talk about football stars together.

His father often watched the game in the middle of the night, and he would get up and watch it with his father.Unfortunately, if his mother found out, the two would be scolded. At this time, he and his father became friends in need.

Until one night, they still got up in the middle of the night to peek at the ball. When his favorite team scored a goal, he covered his mouth and reveled, wanting to celebrate with his father, only to find that his father was leaning his head on the sofa, snoring lightly.

Only then did he realize that his father was getting old.

If my father hadn't left in a car accident and saw the sweet dream of last night, he might have been too emotional to control himself, or he might have run to the street to toast with strangers like a frizzy young man.

Suddenly, a tissue appeared in front of Wen Wuchu.

Wen Wuchu looked up and found that it was Bai Shengxiu.

Bai Shengxiu, who was dressed in white in the morning light, looked like an angel at the moment.

Wen Wuchu said good morning with red eyes.

Bai Shengxiu glanced at the computer screen, probably guessing what Wen Wuchu was thinking, and circled Wen Wuchu from behind.

"I will always be by your side and witness every important moment."

Wen Wuchu's head was a little dazed from crying, and he was confused from not sleeping well all night. At this moment, he didn't realize how solemn this confession was.

There were people in the lobby one after another, and Wen Wuchu hurriedly took Bai Shengxiu back to the room. After all, Bai Shengxiu is also considered a public figure, and appearing on such an occasion would cause riots.

Back in the family suite of the hotel, as soon as Wen Wuchu opened the door, he saw Xue Jingrui who had woken up and was eating duck necks.

"Chuchu, look at Brother Jingze." Xue Jingrui pointed at the TV with his greasy fingers.

What was broadcast on TV was the press conference after last night's game.

Because it took too long to celebrate qualifying, the press conference was held very late.

Qi Jingze appeared at the press conference for the first time.

All the players and coaches attended the press conference, and Qi Jingze had nowhere to hide, so he could only sit there, like a statue of an old god.

With Qi Jingze present, he naturally absorbed the firepower of all the reporters. Even Luo Yucheng, who was lucky enough to score a goal, could not be swayed.

The reporters had already accumulated a stomachful of questions they wanted to ask, and they couldn't wait to extend the press conference until dawn.

However, when they really asked questions, they suddenly discovered that this new door god can definitely be on the list of the most difficult interviews.

"Mr. Qi Jingze, this time you almost turned the tide and saved the Chinese team. Do you have any thoughts to share with the fans?"

"No."

"May I ask Mr. Qi Jingze to stop the four must-go goals of the Asian Footballer Li Dalong when he played against the South Korean team. How did you feel at that time? How do you evaluate Li Dalong?"

"I don't think so, I don't know."

"Mr. Qi Jingze, there are rumors on the Internet that you are an artist. Is this true? Will you join the club in the future? Do you plan to enter the European League?"

"Please find my agent."

"It is said that many Chinese Super League teams are interested in you? Would you consider playing in China?"

"Please find my agent."

"What are your expectations for the World Cup finals in two years? The last sixteen? Or beyond?"

"tell you later."

"Will you make TV dramas or release records in the future? Will you be an artist and an athlete? Or will you concentrate on becoming an athlete and become an artist again after you retire?"

"Please find my agent."

The international footballers couldn't help hiding their faces and snickering. They were used to getting along with Qi Jingze, and they didn't know why those reporters' reports could make up pictures of Qi Jingze talking and laughing. Now let's slap them in the face.

The reporters persevered and did not feel slighted.

If they had been told at the beginning that someone could lead the Hua Guo team to the qualifying stage, they would have offered him up like an offering to their ancestors.It's just that the attitude is a little cold, which is completely acceptable to them.

You know, these days geniuses tend to have a bad temper, and someone like Qi Jingze who is just shy is completely acceptable.

Wen Wuchu in front of the TV couldn't help but touch his forehead when he heard the frequent "Please find my manager".

Of course, what he didn't know was that this sentence later became one of the top ten Internet buzzwords in Huaguo.When you encounter a question that you don't want to answer, you can drag and drop it. "Please find my agent."

But the current Wen Wuchu didn't have the level of predicting things like a god, but he remembered a very important question.

He hurriedly searched for his phone, opened WeChat, and sure enough, he saw the chat history sent by Qi Jingze.

The sending time was last night.

[I'm at the hotel, come pick me up. 】

Half an hour after the sending time, he sent another [Sleeping? 】

Wen Wuchu felt a little guilty.

Yesterday he celebrated with everyone at the stadium, and then he wanted to send the other two Meat Plants back to the hotel safely. There were too many people celebrating on the road, and they were stuck in traffic for two hours. It was already midnight when they returned to the hotel.

After settling down the other two, he watched the reruns of the TV in a difficult mood, and finally lay down in a daze, without having time to look at his phone.

I don't know if this guy will get angry if he replies now.

Wen Wuchu edited the message with some trepidation.

【are you awake?I didn't see the message yesterday, sorry.Xiaobai Xiaoxue and I are at Zero Hotel, are you at Caesar Hotel?Is the Hua Guo team still active today?If you participate first, I will pick you up after the participation. 】

Soon, the reply came. It seems that Qi Jingze woke up very early.

[Wake up, come pick me up, don't participate, want to go back. 】

It took Wen Wuchu a long time to understand Qi Jingze's meaning. This guy's willingness to reply so many words was enough to move him.

With Qi Jingze's personality, he definitely doesn't like to participate in any celebrations.

However, the Hua Guo team's celebration activities should be relatively traditional, unlike some European countries' parade of floats and carnivals in the square, at most it is a serious celebration party, inviting some stars to sing on stage, and then hosting Renqiang pulled the players to say something sensational.

This doesn't seem to suit Qi Jingze either?

Wen Wuchu thought so, and first called Ni Yanhu, chairman of the Football Association, to ask Qi Jingze for leave.

Ni Yanhu was proud of his spring breeze. He woke up after only two hours of sleep last night, and he is still full of energy. The so-called being refreshed on happy occasions is his current state.

"Manager Wen!" Ni Yanhu admired this manager Wen who in his opinion was very capable and could teach Qi Jingze to be obedient, his voice was so gentle that he could pinch water.

Wen Wuchu's hairs stood on end, it was a little hairy to hear this greeting in the morning.

"Chairman Ni, it's like this. I want to take a leave of absence for Jingze, so I won't participate in this celebration."

"Ah? Why? Jingze is so important that he cannot be absent."

Wen Wuchu could only make up a random reason: "Isn't there still one more game? Even if you qualify, as long as it is not over, you have to go all out, so Jingze will come back to rest first, so that he can better prepare for the last game. Give the line a long-term end."

Naturally, it was difficult for Ni Yanhu to refuse such a high-sounding reason.More importantly, he also knew that even on celebration occasions, Qi Jingze would just sit on the side without saying a word, exuding an aura of not disturbing others.

Ni Yanhu agreed to Wen Wuchu's request, and in the next two celebrations, he used this reason to answer reporters asking why Qi Jingze was absent.

Therefore, after Qi Jingze's inexplicable titles of "genius goalkeeper", "shy big boy" and "shy little prince", he added a "super dedicated man".

These are all later stories.

At this moment, Wen Wuchu packed up his things, took two Rou Zhijun with him, and secretly picked up Qi Jingze, surrounded by crowds and reporters.

When the four of them sat on the plane, Wen Wuchu looked at the thick clouds outside the window.

"What are you looking at?" Bai Shengxiu on the side handed Wen Wuchu a glass of orange juice.

Wen Wuchu shook his head, and glanced at the other two people on the side of the aisle.

Qi Jingze was resting with his eyes closed, while Xue Jingrui asked the stewardess with a cute expression if he could give him a few more packets of airline snacks.

"I just think that meeting you is really an incredible thing."

Bai Shengxiu laughed softly.

"I think it's a wonderful thing to meet you."