World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 28 Finally Qualified

"Out of line!"

"We're out!"

General Fan roared as he ran.

As a result, before he ran far, he fell to his knees with a plop, covering his face and crying bitterly.

Gao Hongbo had also been weeping for a long time.

Facing the camera, he kept wiping away tears.

"...I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

I don't know if he didn't expect the team to qualify, or he didn't expect himself to be one of them.

But in the end, Gao Hongbo wiped away her tears and said firmly to the camera: "As long as I can still play, as long as I have not retired. As long as the national team calls me, I will immediately answer the call!"

Speaking of which, Gao Hongbo is the oldest among all the international players present.

At the age of 31, he will definitely not be able to wait for the next World Cup.

His feelings are only understood by those 28 and 9-year-old international players.

These old international players knelt together, shoulder to shoulder, forming a circle, confiding in each other, unwilling to get up for a long time.

For them, this World Cup may really be the last in their lives.

On the contrary, on the other side, those few members of Jianlibao were still running around the field on the plastic track.

Li Tie had already stripped off his shirt, showing his eight-pack abs, and ran around the arena screaming.

Playing 90 minutes of the game can still have such physical strength, it is worthy of being "Li Tie who can't run to death".

The old and new international players complement each other, my end point is your starting point.

For young people like them, the road to football has just begun.

In the stands, Rossi took off his cowboy hat at some point.

This hat accompanied him for many years, but this time, he used it to cover his tear-filled eyes.

The old fans stood in the middle of the jubilant fans, like a sculpture, unable to control themselves for a long time.

The old banyan family in Fuzhou has already celebrated together.

The family of three held hands and circled the coffee table.

Xiao Rong yelled excitedly while turning: "Qualify, qualify, we're going to the World Cup!"

On the screen of the TV, the five characters "We are qualified" are constantly flashing.

In this era when the screen is full of fifty cents special effects, these five bright golden fonts alone are enough to make fans boil.

As soon as the camera turned, the 5 sets contacted the hosts who had been dispatched to all parts of the country long ago.

As soon as the connection was connected, the fans saw the majestic Tiananmen Gate Tower, and the square was already buzzing with people.

"Behind me are about 4 fans who gathered more than half an hour ago."

"After learning that the Chinese team staged a comeback, the fans were very happy."

"Let me now randomly interview fans and friends around me and listen to what they have to say."

"It's so exciting, so exciting, and so evocative!" A young student kept pushing the frame on the bridge of his nose in front of the camera.

"The fortune of the country is prosperous, football is prosperous! This is not only a victory for football, but also a victory for all of us!" An elderly man spoke with eloquence.

"I don't watch football, and I don't know what football is! But my old man said that this is the best gift football can give to Xiangjiang's return." An aunt held her five-year-old grandson in her arms, her face full of excitement. smiling.

"Little friend, are you happy?" The host handed the microphone to the children.

"Long live the Chinese team, long live the Chinese team!" the child bared his teeth and shouted.

In the fan restaurant of the Millennium Park, countless fans crowded into the park holding the "Good News" flyer they had just received.

"Let's raise our glasses to our football!"

These clank words express the common aspirations of all fans.

Haven't seen enough of the capital, everything on the screen, the fans saw the Huangpu River in the twilight again.

Even if you are on the Bund, you can clearly hear the sound of the whistle on the road in the distance.

"These drivers started honking their horns spontaneously a minute ago, and now the entire magic city is full of horns!"

All the bars in Shanghai, large and small, have already been packed with fans.

They were here to qualify.

Although I don't know that there will be so many twists and turns behind the last game, but so what?
Those are things you professionals take into consideration.

For us fans, it is enough to know how to qualify!

Excited fans raised their glasses high.

But this time it wasn't a swig, but a beer poured out on people he knew and didn't know around him.

Some drinkers even smashed the beer bottles in their hands to the ground after HIGH.

Whoa! ! !

Joy splashed along with the glass shards.

In front of China Plaza in Guangdong, more than 3000 fans gathered shoulder to shoulder and cheered loudly.

Amidst the shouts, tears, cheers and shouts of the fans, the reporter followed the flow of people and marched towards the bustling Jingcheng Road.

The well-prepared police have "transformed" this road into a pedestrian street, and vehicles are not allowed to pass through.

The fans put the four characters "Dreams Come True" at the top of the head.

Seeing these four words, other pedestrians continued to join in along the way, cheering with the parade.

"Tonight, Yangcheng, which never sleeps at night, has completely fallen into a football carnival!"

In the Iron Whistle Bar in Xi'an, there is another scene.

The fans cried and cried, tears streaming down their faces.

Facing the reporter's microphone and camera, they were so choked up that they couldn't speak.

The Panda Square in the center of CD has the most people watching.

Thousands of fans gathered together.

When seeing the international players rushing to the field to cheer, many of them also took off their coats and threw them into the air.

In front of Tianfu Square, the reporter interviewed a drunk male fan.

"Ri, Ri, he is a fairy!"

"I thought I would never see Chinese football qualifying in this lifetime!"

"In the end, there was such a big battle."

"I even beat the shoes for nothing!"

"It caused my son-in-law to complain to his mother-in-law every day!"

Outside the Dalian Jinzhou Stadium, an elderly man dressed in Confucian fir wrote a few big characters in his own handwriting.

The "Golden State Incident" volcano erupted, and the mountains roared and the tsunami! The "Battle of Bincheng" swept away, and the sky and the earth turned pale! "

Countless fans fell into madness, and countless fans fell into carnival.

40 years of anticipation finally came true before the turn of the century.

After taking a quick look at more than a dozen cities, the camera cuts back to the Golden State Stadium again.

Facing the camera, the players showed various expressions and expressed their inner excitement.

When Zeng Zheng's resolute face appeared in the camera, the reporter asked excitedly.

"Coach Zeng, congratulations on successfully leading the Chinese team out of Asia and into the world."

"Do you have anything to say about this?"

Facing the camera, Zeng Zheng smiled, "This is not my victory alone, it is the joint victory of all the players, coaches, staff and hundreds of support personnel of the national team."

"Of course, I would also like to thank the fans again."

"It is the unremitting support of the fans that the team can hold on to the end."

"I think today's victory is worthy of everyone present!"

Taking advantage of the excitement, the reporter couldn't help asking a few more questions.

"Excuse me, Coach Zeng, do you have any vision for next year's World Cup in France?"

Hearing this question, Zeng Zheng, who knew the result earlier, suddenly turned his gaze into the distance.

"What about next year, let's talk about it next year."

(End of this chapter)