World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 96 What is the relationship between victory and defeat?
The moment the referee blew the whistle to end the game, the Lescur Park Stadium once again became a sea of ​​joy.

The "long guns and cannons" on the sidelines aimed at the Chinese team members celebrating wantonly on the court.

In the words of a French journalist: "They were as happy as if they had won the championship."

After the celebration, the players stood in a row under the command of General Fan and bowed to the surrounding fans.

The Lescur Park stadium is full of red and has long been the home of the Chinese team.

Correspondingly, there are more than 6000 depressed South African fans in the corner.

The great situation in the first half completely collapsed after the "black 3 minutes" in the second half.

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The historic moment when Troussier and Zeng Zheng shook hands in front of the players' tunnel was recorded by countless media reporters with flashing lights.

"Congratulations on your victory."

"Thank you." Zeng Zheng replied in French.

"China is really a magical place. I really didn't expect to be able to turn the tables in that situation."

"Go early, there are so many Chinese fans in France now, it's hard to find a ticket to China!"

"In that case, I'd better not argue with you." Troussier smiled.

"You can't compete with me!" Zeng Zheng shook his head, "I buy tickets with the fans, you just buy your own."

Hearing what Zeng Zheng said, Troussier raised his eyebrows.

"Oh? It seems that you know the result over there?"

"You know, and of course I know too."

Seeing that Zeng Zheng still looked fearless, Troussier's smile suddenly disappeared.

"The last one to qualify must be us!"

"Then who knows?" Zeng Zheng blinked, "Maybe we're going to play boxing games!"

It's all about this.

Troussier let go of Zeng Zheng's hand and walked into the player tunnel alone.

Zeng Zheng came to the sidelines and, together with the players, thanked the fans one by one.

After seeing the coach opposite, Jin Chi hurried over and asked, "How is Xiao Zeng?"

"Are we out of line?"

At the end of the game, Zeng Zheng uncharacteristically ordered the players to attack, even if Jin Chi and the two were fools, they could guess what was going on.

The last battle with Kuwait last year is still vivid.

The two of Jin Chi didn't dare to ask Zeng Zheng until the game was over.

"do not know."

"do not know?"

Jin Chi and the two were in a hurry.

"Xiao Zeng, don't be sloppy! What do you say, I have to explain to the team leader!"

"Yeah, Xiao Zeng, there are a lot of things in it! Don't make riddles for us!"

A lot of things?

Zeng Zheng pouted.

Is it about buying a plane ticket?

"If you don't know, you don't know." Zeng Zheng shook his head, "For the specific results, you can go to the FIFA people to ask!"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng strolled into the player tunnel with his hands behind his back.

At the post-match press conference, the spotlight flashed again.

The reporters in the audience knew it well.

Regardless of the result of the Chinese team.

After today, this young coach will definitely become famous all over the world with the light of the World Cup.

"Coach Zeng, the Chinese team's slogan of 'Scoring a goal, scoring a point, and winning a game' has been fulfilled. How do you feel at the moment?"

"Coach Zeng, congratulations on becoming the first coach to lead the Chinese team to victory in the World Cup. Do you have anything to say to the fans across the country?"

"Coach Zeng, can you talk about how you directed the team from being behind to overtaking by two goals?"

Zeng Zheng took the microphone and replied methodically.

"First of all, this victory cannot be separated from the support of the fans."

"Everyone has also seen that so many fans came to cheer us on."

"It's like we're playing home games."

"In a home game, if you fall behind, of course you have to fight back hard."

"Like Wu Chengying, Zhang Yanhua, Ma Mingyu, these players work very hard on the court."

"If they don't fight, even if I have great abilities, I can't overtake the score."

"As for those slogans, it's just a small goal for our first World Cup."

"Now that it's all done, of course I'm very happy."

"So to those fans who traveled thousands of miles to support the national team, what I want to say is, really, really thank you, thank you for your support!"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng stood up and bowed politely.

After Zeng Zheng took his seat again, another foreign female reporter raised her hand and asked, "Mr. Zeng, first of all, congratulations on leading the Chinese team to win the group stage."

Before the reporter could finish speaking, Zeng Zheng interrupted: "Wait a minute, comrade reporter, where did you get the news from?"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng looked at the crowd of reporters in the audience, and asked loudly, "Or is it that FIFA has just sent a letter for certification? Has any of you received any news from FIFA?"

"this."

The female reporter who just asked Zeng Zheng was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry Mr. Zeng, I haven't received any news from FIFA. I just judged that the Chinese team qualified."

"Well, ma'am, you've made me happy for nothing."

As Zeng Zheng said, he made an exaggerated gesture with his hand on his chest, making everyone laugh.

At this moment, the quick-witted reporters also reacted and began to discuss in a low voice.

The two of Jin Chi, who were peeking through the crack of the door, were also snapping their fingers at the moment, and their heads were almost bald.

"I didn't expect this 3-point game to be so difficult!" Jin Zhiyang sighed.

"Hey, after all, it's the first time so many teams are participating, so it's normal for this to happen!" Chi Shangbin pulled his hair, still running the rusty CPU in his brain.

In the locker room of the national football team, the players who had just won were also sitting in front of the small blackboard, watching Xu Hong list the scores of the three teams on the blackboard one by one.

"Look, in the first round of the group stage, we lost to Denmark 0-1, and South Africa lost to France 0-3."

"We lost to France 0-4 in the second group match, and South Africa beat Denmark 2-0."

"It just ended the game, we beat South Africa 4-2 and France beat Denmark 3-1."

"Looking at it this way, the points of our Group C are the French team with 9 points from three games and three wins, and the group will qualify first."

"We won one game with Denmark and South Africa each, and the points are both 3."

Seeing this, someone in the audience raised their hands and asked, "What if the points are all 3?"

"Goal difference!" Sun Jihai replied eagerly.

"Quickly calculate, how many goal difference we have!"

This is not too bad, the calculated result shocked everyone again.

"The goal difference between us and South Africa and Denmark is negative 3."

"Damn it? It's a tie again?" Li Tie asked in surprise.

"Well, it's a tie again."

"The goal difference is the same, what else can we compare?"

Xu Hong touched her chin, "I heard that if the goal difference is the same, it should be compared to the number of goals, right?"

"Then do the math, how many goals have we scored?"

After another addition and subtraction within ten, the result came out.

"Denmark scored two, we and South Africa both scored four."

"That is to say, Denmark has been eliminated?" Zhang Xiaorui said happily.

"That's right, if you count by the number of goals scored, Denmark is actually the first place in our group!"

"yeah!!!"

The national footballers cheered.

After the cheers, another question was placed in front of everyone.

We and South Africa, who advances?

After everyone thought for a while, it was Li Bing who said, "After the goals scored, it should be compared to the conceded goals, right?"

None of the people present were academic masters.

The goal difference and the number of goals scored are the same, so the number of goals conceded must be the same.

After doing some calculations and seeing the results, the international players fell into deep thought.

"Fuck! The points, goal difference, number of goals scored, and number of goals conceded are all the same, so what's the difference?" Li Tie kept blowing the curtain of his hair, feeling like his "brain PU" was about to explode .

At this moment, not only the international footballers are worrying about this problem, but also the staff of FIFA are also worrying about it.

I thought the grouping and point system were reasonable, but I didn't expect that the same data would appear in the first 32-team World Cup.

"This Chinese team is also real!"

"Can't you go home after losing three games in a row?"

"You have to give us such a big problem!"

Looking at the rows of the same numbers on the paper, the FIFA people also had a headache.

This is the World Cup!

It's not the kind of small domestic cup match where you can replay if you draw.

Everyone played the same number of games, and in the end, even if the data were all the same, the draw had to draw out a deadly match.

"Is the only way to draw lots besides make-up matches?"

In the dignified World Cup, if there is a lottery to decide whether to advance or not, those who are eliminated must feel dissatisfied.

But if there is no lottery, what can we do?

Throughout the night, the world awaited FIFA's decision.

It wasn't until the two games in Group D were played that China and South Korea received a paper reply from FIFA.

Looking at the words "OUT" above, Troussier couldn't help but curse.

"Fuck! Tell me, what the hell is the relationship between victory and defeat!?"

(End of this chapter)