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Chapter 2
1989 10 Month 28 Day.

XJ.

Four years later, Long Yuyun has become much more mature than four years ago—after all, he is already in his thirties, and his epaulets have changed from lieutenant to major—in XJ, although it is much harder than in BJ military region, at least, promotion is still relatively fast, not to mention that Long Yuyun himself is an excellent soldier.

In XJ, where the land is sparsely populated, the place to live is always ample. As a major, Long Yuyun owns a fairly large house in this army compound. Although this house is simple, it is quite elegantly furnished - this is of course from the handwriting of the hostess.

Holding a baby in his arms, Long Yuyun's face was full of love, and teasing the baby's face, Long Yuyun said softly: "Son, let's watch the game with your father today... Let's see how our Chinese team made it to the World Cup!"

"You, it's fine if you're a football fan, do you still want to bring your son on this road?" A female soldier next to her cast a reproachful glance at Long Yuyun: "Haven't you suffered enough from football? You didn't make such a fuss at the time, so you're probably still in the BJ military area?"

Long Yuyun laughed: "If I don't come to XJ, how could I meet you...then nothing will happen to my son!"

Yin Xiuping, the deputy captain of the health team of the XJ Agricultural Reclamation Corps, who is also Long Yuyun's wife, couldn't help but blushed, and gave Long Yuyun a look: "Can we win today's game? The Chinese team has already lost two games before."

"The top two will be able to qualify. Now apart from South Korea that has already qualified, the United Arab Emirates is one point behind us. If we win this game, we will qualify! How can Qatar be our opponent?" Long Yuyun said confidently: "What's more, our son is called 'must win'. It's okay if we don't win this game."

"Don't let someone get two of them in the last three minutes like you were fighting the United Arab Emirates." Yin Xiuping muttered, and then said, "You, you still named your son such that he must win and win. This name is too straightforward."

Long Yuyun smiled brightly: "My name is good, don't forget, I just named my son Bisheng, the Chinese team won the first match against Saudi Arabia, avenging their [-] revenge!"

"Look at your moral character!" Yin Xiuping was very angry and funny, but she knew that her husband had lost his calm and strong military personality when he talked about football for a long time. Besides, Long Yuyun is definitely the best soldier and the best husband. Apart from smoking, drinking occasionally and watching football, he has no other bad habits. For a soldier and a man, smoking is really not a big problem. Kind of crazy.

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"nice shot!"

Long Yuyun jumped up from the sofa, shouted excitedly, then took a bottle of beer on the table, pried off the cap with his fingers, and downed half of the bottle in one go.

On the TV screen, a group of Chinese players hugged each other excitedly. It was already No. 607 minutes of the game. After the onslaught, the Chinese team finally relied on the player Marin from Liaoning to score a goal, leading Qatar [-]-[-]!
If this score is maintained until the end, then the Chinese team will enter Italy as the Asian runner-up!
"Be careful not to scare the child!" Yin Xiuping, who was holding the child, said dissatisfied.

Long Yuyun turned his head with a red face, and teased the child with a smile: "What, I am also very happy to see that we will win!"

Not to mention, this little one, who is less than one year old, is opening his mouth in a "haha" smile, and stretching out his hands from the swaddle, giggling and gesticulating something.

"It's really the same virtue as you." Yin Xiuping said with a smile.

"That's my son!" Long Yuyun looked proud.

The joyful atmosphere lasted until 10 minutes later - Long Yuyun and all the Chinese fans did not realize that the third nightmare on the road to the World Cup for the Chinese team was coming - the first two nightmares were the release of water from Saudi Arabia after almost qualifying and the "May [-]" incident.

The third nightmare is called "Black 3 Minutes".

When the Qatar team scored an equalizer goal in the No.809 minute, all the Chinese fans opened their mouths in surprise—they really didn't want to believe that the Chinese team could be equalized by their opponents at this time!

Being equalized means that the Chinese team can only rank third after South Korea and the United Arab Emirates, and is only one step away from the World Cup finals again!
But at this time, there is still a glimmer of hope in the hearts of Chinese fans. After all, there are still 3 minutes of stoppage time, and the Chinese team still has a chance to lead the score again.

The Chinese players on the field also launched a tidal wave of offense. They even gave up defense, and everyone rushed into the opponent's half-it is a pity that such an offense is completely suicidal.

The Qataris' quick counterattack accurately caught the loopholes in the Chinese team's defense. In the second minute of stoppage time, they used their sharp quick counterattack to score another goal, overtaking the Chinese team [-]-[-]!

Another black 3 minutes!Following the match against the United Arab Emirates, the Chinese team once again conceded two goals in a row within 3 minutes, losing the victory that was easy to get!
No one is running. Everyone knows that even if the best players in the world, Maradona, Platini, Zico, and Matthaus are all brought to play for the Chinese team, it is impossible to score two goals in the remaining 1 minute!
The Chinese fans watching the game in Kuala Lumpur were silent, and the Chinese fans watching the game in front of the TV were also silent!

Long Yuyun gritted his teeth, his eyes had turned blood red, and he was holding the beer bottle tightly in his hand—if it wasn't for the fact that there was a wife and a child under one year old at home, and if it wasn't for Long Yuyun who was afraid of scaring them and still had a trace of reason left, Long Yuyun would have thrown a bottle at the TV!

Yin Xiuping looked at her husband worriedly. In this small room, two out of three people are in pain.

Only Xiaolong will win, and he is still playing around carefree.

It took a long time before Long Yuyun let go of his hand and sighed weakly.

"Must win...or no sure victory..." Long Yuyun smiled wryly.

(End of this chapter)