Reborn gentleman strikes

This year has been full of disasters.It was supposed to be the fan's carnival year, but the host country failed to complete the construction progress of the stadium and supporting facilities on time. The fans were worried and wondered whether it would be postponed.

After the World Football Association could not get the guarantee from the host country to complete the construction of the venue, it had to change the venue to South Korea.This is undoubtedly good and bad for the national team.

Jet lag is hardly an issue, and the climate is never too difficult to get used to.It's just that this country has an extremely strong record in the history of World Cup black whistle.

With the advent of July, the World Cup officially kicked off. For more than 7 years, except for the props made by the country for fans who entered the World Cup finals, most of the fans are spectators, not protagonists, and even the commentators and broadcasters cannot be allocated good broadcasting positions.

This time everything is different.

In the group stage, the national team won the No.2 group stage and entered the top [-] with two wins and one loss.The domestic media can no longer use words to describe the breakthrough of the national team this time, the bars are full, and red flags are flying everywhere in the streets late at night.

For this expedition, the national team specially hired senior chefs to accompany the team, fearing that the players would not be acclimatized and would not be used to eating spicy cabbage.But when Dou Ye and Fan Mu wandered into the restaurant at night, they realized, what kind of senior chef, isn't that so-and-so?

Fan Mu glanced at the skinny uncle wearing a tall white hat. Now the skinny man is no longer thin, but has become a big fat man with a beer belly, smiling like Maitreya Buddha, holding a spoon and gesturing for victory.

Fan Mu glanced at the dishes in the buffet and coughed: "I want to eat leek eggs and mutton dumplings."

The thin uncle shook his head, and glanced at Dou Ye with his small invisible eyes: "Chives for strengthening yang, you can't eat it! You can't eat mutton for warming and tonic. The weather is dry and the things are dry. You are young and easy to get angry. You must not eat it. Wait until you win the championship, uncle I will make turtle soup for you, tonic and not greasy or dry..."

Dou Ye blinked, his face flushed at the thought of something, and he turned around to grab a bowl of seafood porridge.

Fan Mu carried the sizzling beef and walked to the table and sat down next to Dou Ye. The head coach was so cruel that they were not allowed to share a room. Even if they were allowed to live together, he would not be like before. , and he also understands that doing that during games won't keep his energy up.

Dou Ye moved his butt, hadn't eaten meat for several months, and Fan Mu's body smelled like a surge of blood.On weekdays, I also rely on sneaking on the two to satisfy my greed.

Fan Mu gave Dou Ye some beef with his chopsticks: "For Chile's tactical arrangement, don't you think the head coach is a bit risky? The opponent is a technical team, so let's fight with them too?"

Dou Ye hummed, "I can't keep my mouth shut when I'm eating, I don't talk about football when I'm eating." Just do what the coach says, at least he respects the head coach very much.

Fan Mu pursed his lips: "I don't talk about football, and I can't talk about love. What else can I say."

Dou Ye rolled his eyes, and looked at the other team members who kept stealing glances at them while eating, and immediately became furious.The matter between him and Fan Mu is already an open secret in the team, everyone has long been used to it, and one day they will take turns to persuade them when they see them playing unilaterally, talking about bedside fights and other nonsense.

In fact, Dou Ye understands that when the national team wins all the way, no one will talk about his X orientation. The so-called winner is the king and the loser is Kou.

"You, sit next to me, don't come next to me."

Fan Mu coughed, looked around, and lowered his voice: "Aren't you afraid that they will touch your room and chatter for a long time at night?"

Dou Ye raised his head and sighed, why did Fan Mu get thicker as he got older.

Fan Mu stretched out his hand under the cover of the tablecloth, and quietly pinched Dou Ye's lower back. Seeing that the base of the opponent's ears were red, he chuckled suddenly: "The Chilean team is not weak."

"Nonsense, we are not bad."

Fan Mu nodded, "Is your leg okay?"

High-intensity games bring greater physical fitness, and the intensity of a game in the World Cup is far greater than that of other events.

Dou Ye played all the rounds of the group stage as the main player. Although he didn't score a goal, he won the best player of the game in two games. Some people even compared him with Berne of Germany.

Dou Ye touched his leg: "Don't worry, I know it well."

Fan Mu knew Dou Ye too well. After playing for so long, Dou Ye neither earned much money nor gained the reputation he deserved. The last five years of his sports career were not invested in wealthy clubs, but sold to the national team. .

Dou Ye saw that Fan Mu's face changed slightly, and quickly said: "My legs are fine, the team doctor checks me up and gives me massages every day..."

Fan Mu hummed.The two never talked about when they would retire, but both understood that the last game of the World Cup was their end.

Some teammates don't quite understand. They say in private that they are idiots and not worth it. Wouldn't it be good to earn more money and play for overseas giants while they are young?

Whether it's worth it or not, they don't want to say anything to the outside world.I feel good, and I have no regrets.Too many extravagant demands will make them too hypocritical, how many people who have dreams like them have to give up, and they can decide their own destiny.

The round of sixteen officially started.

At the beginning, the Chilean team showed the style of the South American team to the fullest.Pay attention to technical cooperation, delicate footwork, inclined to attack, and firmly control the rhythm of the field.

Throughout the first half, the Chilean team had ten shots, and the offense rushed towards the national team's goal like a tidal wave.

As a free agent, Dou Ye ran and tackled the whole game, and the scene of every fall was heart-wrenching.

Thousands of miles away, Dou Rong once again caught Mr. Zeng in the fan bar.Grandpa Zeng has not been in good health for the past few years, and he has to go to the hospital every three days to lie down. Dou Rong couldn't bear to leave the old man and fly to the scene to watch the battle.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zeng is old and has the same temper as a child. He always sneaks out, puts on the free TV in the ward instead of watching the game, and goes to the bar to watch the game. Instead, he insists that the bar has a big screen and good sound effects!

Dou Rong searched the bar for a long time but no one gave up her seat. Mr. Zeng leaned on a cane and muttered that he was late.

Dou Rong said depressedly: "You want to see, what association has booked a box for you, you can go over there and see if there is still a seat!"

Grandpa Zeng held his head up: "It's boring to be with them, it's not lively."

While they were talking, on the big screen, Dou Ye quickly intercepted the ball, and Fan Mu was in front, catching the ball and entering the penalty area.

"Beanie!"

"Single-handed! Hey... Stab SHE... Hey..."

There was a burst of applause in the bar. Although he didn't score, the goal was well coordinated, and there is still hope.

Grandpa Zeng bulged his eyes and roared, "It's my eldest grandson who steals the ball!"

An old fan beside him turned his face to look at Mr. Zeng, and quickly got up, "Oh, this is Mr. Zeng?"

Grandpa Zeng stared at the screen moaning.He didn't want to go to the place arranged by others just to bother with those entertainments, but it was his happiness to proudly call out that Doudou was his grandson in public.

The old fan hurriedly gave up his seat, called his companions to get up, and gave them a seat, and said, "Mr. Zeng, is Dou Ye your eldest grandson?"

Mr. Zeng nodded and pointed to Dou Rong: "This is my daughter-in-law, Dou Ye's mother."

The old fans and young fans immediately became busy. When the boss heard that Mr. Zeng was coming, he hurriedly vacated a reserved table in the lobby for Mr. Zeng to sit on. , drink whatever you want.

Mr. Zeng was holding the meat skewers, and hadn't drunk from the wine glass, but Dou Rong snatched the wine glass and put it aside.

Old Master Zeng smiled at the others: "The doctor told me to drink less..."

The fans suddenly laughed, no one asked about Dou Ye's background, no one mentioned past events, today is a big day for the national team, it is a good day that fans all over the country have been looking forward to, those * lace news and so on can't mention them interest.

On the screen, Fan Mu took the ball and cooperated with Dou Ye in a small area to break through the opponent's defense. The Chilean team tends to attack, and the defense is not weak, but Fan Mu and Dou Ye cooperated smoothly. Assisted, the demeanor displayed by the entire national team gives people a refreshing feeling.

There was a small wave before the end of the game, the two teams came and went, and the goal was in a hurry.

The heartstrings of hundreds of millions of viewers were tense, and the commentator's voice was trembling.

Dou Ye took the ball, Fan Mu successfully turned offside, and 1 minute before halftime, the victory was sealed [-]-[-].

Cheers erupted in the bar, and the boss simply invited everyone to have a drink.

It was a heart-wrenching win for the game, and the players on both sides had cramps, but they won. This wonderful night not only belonged to them, but also to those fans who hated iron but steel.

But they don't know that the off-site gambling has also suffered a mess with the national team's victory.

It is said that the national team has a lot of fans, and the odds offered by the gaming companies are high. In their eyes, the national team is impossible to win, and there are no famous stars in the lineup. The king of the domestic first division league is not considered international. What.

That night, the gaming company analyzed overnight and prepared to reduce the odds of the national team winning the championship.Many overseas groups called FIFA executives one after another. In the next quarter-final match, the South Korean team faced off against the national team.

No one thought that the contest between the South Korean team and the national team in the quarter-finals would become a game that shocked the world of football. No one thought that after this game, Dou Ye, Fan Mu and the players of the national team, Become a figure that fans talk about in the next 20 years.

Because this is the first time the national team has entered the quarter-finals in 20 years, more and more fans follow the national team and gather around the main competition venue in advance.In front of the hotel where the national team is stationed, there is also a crowd of fans waving small red flags.

Dou Rong and Mr. Zeng already had itchy hearts, but at the instigation of Heizi, they flew to the scene with a group of enthusiastic fans.The Fan family went early, booked a box and reserved a place for them.

That night, the entire stadium was flying red flags, and South Korea's home field advantage was indeed obvious.

Many important domestic personnel were present. Mr. Zeng made an unprecedented high-profile trip to cheer the national team, and participated in the pre-match TV broadcast, which attracted a large number of fans to flock out of the country, occupying the stands with tickets bought from various channels. piece.

As soon as the game started, Dou Ye felt something was wrong.A tall defender of the opponent hit him with an obvious malicious foul, but the referee turned a blind eye.

Mr. Zeng sat in the VIP room and watched Dou Ye being bumped around. There were huge cheers, noise, and the sound of horns, but he couldn't hear the referee's whistle.