World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 77 We Still Support You

At 6:18 on June 22, the referee from Mexico blew the whistle for the end of the game.

It is almost dawn in the country at this moment.

On the Stade de France, Chinese fans stared blankly.

There is no more energy in the game.

The "4" and "0" on the scoreboard record every heartbreak process of the fans.

The international footballers on the court either supported their knees, squatted in situ, or sat directly on the ground.

The fans want to say something.

But he opened his mouth.

The words came to his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

What can I say?

In the 78th minute, General Fan left the field in red.

He was still limping on his left leg when he left.

Ma Mingyu, Su Maozhen, Shensi, Cao Xiandong, Li Tie, Zhang Yanhua and even Jiang Jin all received a yellow card.

Li Tie, who accumulated two yellow cards, was also unable to participate in the third group match like General Fan.

Since the 70th minute of the game, the international football team has been cramp and fell to the ground.

What else can you say if you still can't play after playing like this?

"Get up, get up!" Chi Shangbin, with red eyes, yelled at the international footballer from the sidelines.

"Look at your virtue!"

"What does it look like?"

"Don't you hurry up and stand in line to thank the fans?"

General Fan also came out of the bench at this moment.

Pull those international footballers who buried their heads in their arms from the ground one by one.

"Old horse, you are a veteran, what are you doing so much peeing?"

"And you, Heizi, get up for me too!"

"Look at Li Tie, he's still blushing and breathing, don't let these brats look down on us!"

Under the urging of General Fan and Jin Chi, 11 international players stood shoulder to shoulder and stood in a row on the sidelines.

"Bow!" General Fan roared.

Swish!
The team members bent down 90 degrees uniformly.

"bow!"

Turning around, General Fan shouted again.

"bow!"

Bowing deeply for the third time, Peng Weiguo staggered, and then fell directly to the ground, coughing and retching non-stop.

Peng Weiguo had surgery only last year.

In today's game, he just fought for 90 minutes.

If it was normal, even if he ran beyond the limit, he wouldn't be in such a mess as he is now.

What's more, complicated emotions were mixed together in his chest, making him breathless.

"Woo, I. Ugh. I, I'm sorry~~Ugh!!"

"Old Peng, what do you look like? Get up quickly!" General Fan urged angrily.

Xu Hong squatted down, wiped her chest and stroked her back, making Peng Weiguo vomit first.

"What's the big deal? Isn't it just losing?" General Fan snorted lightly.

"At worst, come back in four years!"

"Fuck, I don't believe it!"

With Xu Hong's support, Peng Weiguo finally stood up.

Everyone collectively turned to the final stand and stood in silence.

"bow!!!"

General Fan roared, and the international players bent their backs again.

The fans in the stands were already in tears.

Many girl fans covered their mouths and turned their heads away.

Looking at a row of bowing international footballers in front of him, Rossi took off his cowboy hat and threw it on the ground.

"Shh!"

With a wave of the flag in his hand, he shouted loudly: "Team China, come on! Team China, come on!!!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The gentlemen in this stand also ignored the hot tears on their faces.

The beating of drums and the beating of gongs caused the French fans next to them to look sideways.

"Good job, you are good job!" Some fans shouted loudly.

"Don't be discouraged, don't be sad, come back in four years at worst!"

"We'll always be there for you! Always be there for you!"

Huang Jianxiang's deep voice also sounded in the microphone at this moment.

"In life, success is only temporary, but failure is the main theme."

"However, how to face failure divides people into different ways."

"Some people will be crushed by failure, and some people can keep getting up and moving forward."

"I think true maturity is not the pursuit of perfection, but the face of one's shortcomings. This is the essence of life."

"Recognize life as it is and still love it!"

"This is the real hero!"

"Just like the fans on the screen who are still cheering for the international players after the defeat."

"Let us dedicate our final applause to these fans who still love Chinese football."

"I'm Huang Jianxiang, and I'm reporting from France San Sini."

At the same time, those fans who stayed up until midnight and stood in front of the TV and radio were also full of tears and snot.

What's more, he buried his face in the pillow and sobbed.

Although everyone has expected this result.

But when this result actually appeared, some people still couldn't control their emotions.

On the sidelines of the stadium, Zeng Zheng looked at the fans in the stands who painted themselves red, and couldn't help wiping the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

It is different from those Internet trolls in later generations.

These are really hardcore fans!

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

Seeing Zhang Xiaorui who was also crying into tears, Zeng Zheng stepped forward and kicked him.

"Why are you crying?"

"How old are you this year?"

"Hold back the tears for me, you'll be the main force in the next World Cup, you know?"

Zhang Xiaorui sucked his nose bitterly, and then said intermittently: "Zeng, Mr. Zeng."

"I-I don't understand."

"What don't you understand?" Zeng Zheng asked angrily.

"Why, why you, you are so capable."

"This, this game has been, expected the result several times, but, but you just sat there and watched."

"Aren't you a teaching assistant? You can speak English so well."

"Go talk to Coach Horton!"

"As long as he adopts one of your suggestions, we, we can't play like this."

Facing the questioning of his proud disciple.

Zeng Zheng was speechless for the first time.

How should I explain it to him?

Explain that his teaching assistant is the "trading item" of the big shots?
A figurehead?

He couldn't say this to Zhang Xiaorui, and he would never say it.

Maybe one day, he retires and plans to become a coach.

You can understand your own situation and mood today.

Not only Zhang Xiaorui, Han Tao also stood silently aside, supporting Zhang Xiaorui with his actions.

Sun Jihai at the side sighed, stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Xiaorui's arm.

"Zhang Xiaorui, Coach Zeng must have his difficulties, so stop talking about it."

Sun Jihai is different from the "good babies" like Jianlibao.

He has really worked hard from the Dalian team to the present, and his social experience exceeds that of his peers by a large amount.

"What's the problem?"

"No matter how difficult it is, can it be as big as the match against Saudi Arabia last year?"

"What a majestic boss Zeng was at that time!"

"With just a few pointers, we can easily win against Saudi Arabia."

"After returning to the home court, Kuwait was scored so many goals by us again."

"I don't understand why Boss Zeng is so capable and not let him continue to lead the team."

"What kind of foreigners are you using?"

"Is it okay if the old ones are taken away? Back then, Schlappner didn't make anything?"

In the end, Zhang Xiaorui spoke louder and louder, and even the teaching assistants on the side looked sideways.

Zeng Zheng frowned, stepped forward and slapped Zhang Xiaorui.

"You talk less in the future."

"Don't talk nonsense if you shouldn't say it!"

"I don't understand anything, what are you blabbering about?"

This slap directly stunned Zhang Xiaorui.

He just wanted to say what was on his mind.

Where did I go wrong?
Seeing the furious Zeng Zheng in front of him, Zhang Xiaorui pursed his lips, picked up the fans on the ground, and ran into the player tunnel.

"Wuuu, Boss Zeng, I will never dream of you again at night!"

(End of this chapter)