Godfather of national football

Chapter 23 New Year's Eve
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In the second half, the ratings of CCTV5 also increased with the goal of the Chinese team.

"Dad, dad, watch CCTV5, the Chinese team,"

"China team? What team is China?"

"Football team, men's soccer,"

Facing his son, Lao Huang looked unhappy, "You let me watch men's football, are you sincere?"

The son couldn't help saying, grabbed the remote control, and switched to CCTV5. The father and son watched it for only 5 minutes, and immediately forgot about the Spring Festival Gala. "Is this still a national football team?"

At this time, the Chinese team had already led the Iraqi team 4-0 on the field and had an absolute advantage on the field. Just when the father and son were delighted, Zheng Zhi scored the ball after turning around in the midfield. The ball was sent to the back of the Iraqi central defender.

Take a closer look, why don't you know this person?

Look at the jersey number behind him, No. 5, and then look at the name, Zhou Dun!

Xiao Huang seemed to think of something, "Oh, by the way, this is the central defender just called up by the Chinese team. It is said that Li Guo recruited him from Chile."

"Damn, now the national team can also transfer?" Lao Huang said puzzled.

"No, he is Chinese, but lives in Chile,"

After the Asian Cup held in China in 2004, Lao Huang seldom paid attention to the national football team. Looking at it now, his eyes are bright, and the football is played very well.

"Dad, do you still watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

"What Spring Festival Gala are you watching? The Spring Festival Gala is so beautiful!"

When Lao Huang was happy, he said to his son: "Go, bring me the half plate of pork knuckle left over from the New Year's Eve dinner, and my Erguotou."

After his son left, Lao Huang still excitedly said to himself, "If this state continues, maybe we can see the Chinese team in South Africa."

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The office of a certain newspaper was still brightly lit on New Year's Eve, and everyone came to work overtime non-stop after eating the New Year's Eve dinner.

"It's really fucking unlucky, the national football team still has a match today, so I have to work overtime on Chinese New Year's Eve,"

This is the sad reminder of sports journalists, especially football journalists. During the Chinese New Year, foreign games are normal.

Now there are three people in the office, surnamed Du, Zhao, and Cui. The three of them also add the word "old" in front of each other's surnames.

The one who vomited bitterness just now is Lao Du. The editor-in-chief of the newspaper is not here, and it is inevitable for these editors to complain.

"I said, Lao Du, instead of complaining, it's better to finish the manuscript quickly,"

So the three agreed to write an article separately. One wrote about the Chinese team losing, one wrote about the tie, and the other wrote about the Chinese team winning. After drawing lots, Lao Zhao wrote about the Chinese team winning.

"Hehe, of course you said that. If you catch the Chinese team winning, you'd better write about it, because it's impossible. You can write whatever you want. Anyway, it's impossible for your manuscript to be published."

Old Zhao didn't like to hear these words, "How is it impossible? You look down on the Chinese team so much?"

After saying this, all three of them laughed, even Lao Zhao himself. What kind of team is Iraq?Asian Cup champion!The Chinese team has a little sign of regression.In all fairness, before the game, the domestic media dared not say anything, but privately they were optimistic about the Iraqi team.

"At first, the Football Association didn't play tricks and followed the rules. I think the Chinese team still has a lot of fun, but is the Chinese team still looking like it? Look at the people Li Guo recruited, what about Mu Fei, who has only played professional football for a few months, and Geng Chong, who came out of the TV draft.

"That's right, this Li Guo, this time the veteran doesn't need it, De Wei doesn't need it, Li Weifeng doesn't need it, what Zhou Dun, Yin Di, this Li Guo is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and he doesn't know how he died when he died."

"I heard that the General Administration has announced that as long as this game is lost, Li Guo will leave."

"That's good. I don't like him the least. As soon as he takes the stage, he will give us media peers a blow."

At this time, Lao Zhao and Lao Cui saw the same thing as Lao Du. Lao Du was in charge of writing the manuscript about China's football defeat in Doha.

"Old Du, write hard and slap Li Guo hard in the face,"

Old Du took a puff of cigarette, "We have more than ten years of writing skills, and we don't know anything else. Isn't this enough?"

After talking, the three of them burst into laughter. Suddenly, Old Cui seemed to remember something. He picked up the remote control, "Do you think we should change the channel to watch the national football game?"

The other two seemed to have seen Uncle Benshan's sketch in advance, and laughed, "Watching the national football team on New Year's Eve, you are not afraid that you will feel awkward next year."

Lao Cui shook his head, feeling amused in his heart, put down the remote control, put his feet up on the office, and watched the Spring Festival Gala happily.

The phone rang in a hurry, and Lao Zhao picked up the phone, "Editor-in-Chief, Happy Chinese New Year."

"Happy your head,"

Lao Zhao was depressed. Although the editor-in-chief had a bad temper, but it was a Chinese New Year celebration.

"problem occurs!"

As soon as these words came out, Lao Zhao became nervous, "What's the matter?"

"Didn't you fucking watch the national football game?"

"No, the three of us are watching the Spring Festival Gala,"

The editor-in-chief on the other end of the phone almost got emphysema, "You three idiots, hurry up and watch the game."

Hanging up the phone, the three of them quickly switched to CCTV5. It didn't matter if they didn't watch it, but they were shocked when they saw that the Chinese team led Iraq 5-0!
Seeing this situation, the three of them felt very cool. This newspaper is famous for its black national football team. In this match, they are also ready to bombard the national team. They want to make another fire from this, but now...

"MD, how could the national team become so powerful all of a sudden,"

As football journalists, all three thought it was unscientific, but if they knew about Iceland and Wales in world football, they would understand that as long as the way is right, it is not impossible to counterattack in the football field.

"Old Du, you slapped me, I think I'm dreaming," said Old Zhao.

Old Du sighed: "No need, we've already been swollen by Li Guo. I have a bad feeling that maybe the rice bowl of our black national football team will come to an end in the future."

After rushing to a pot of coffee, the three of them lowered their heads. All the previous work was in vain. Lao Zhao's ten fingers were hanging on the keyboard, unable to drop them for a long time.

After thinking for a long time, Lao Zhao finally typed a few words - "Congratulations to the Chinese team for their big victory and a good start to the top 20 competition."

(End of this chapter)