"We're done, Lao Zhang. You must bless this national team when that happens. They really have a good chance of making it to the World Cup..."

We are in the cemetery, Yong Jun, muttering to the tombstone in front of us.

Not far from him, his wife Zeng Qian stood side by side holding Ren Changmei's arm, quietly waiting for the Yong army.

"Although with the abilities of these young people, I think it will be a matter of time for them to participate in the World Cup in the future. But if it can save them four years, wouldn't it be better? So, this time, let's give some strength Lao Zhang? You also want to see your son appear on the World Cup stage, right?"

After asking, Yong Jun raised his head.

A gust of wind passed by his ears, and the pine forest swayed in the distance, like undulating waves, with waves coming.

"Oh, thank you then!"

Yong Jun put his hands together and bowed to Zhang Qinghuan's father's tombstone.

Then he turned and walked to the two women: "Let's go, Lao Zhang has agreed."

The three of them glanced at the never-aging face on the tombstone one last time, then turned and left.

Yong Jun specially flew back from England and took his wife and Zhang Qinghuan's mother Ren Changmei to Lingnan to watch the game.

Because he thought of what Hu Lai once said to him-if the Chinese team can really make it to the World Cup, then the whole China will probably be in a carnival. He felt that at such a historic moment, he could not be left alone in the UK. He had to return to the country and put himself in historical events.

Otherwise he will regret it for life.

So he came back, and specially took Zhang Qinghuan's mother and his wife to Lingnan to watch football, witnessing history at the closest distance.

It's not that he hasn't thought about what to do if he fails in promotion...

If you fail, you will fail. Has Chinese football failed before?

At the very least, this time we persisted until the end before falling down. This performance was already the best.

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"Why didn't you say you went to see your son live this time?" Hu Lixin was surprised that his wife had been very calm these days before the start of the game—he had been waiting for his wife to say to him, "Go, follow me to see Son" and then took out two tickets from his pocket...

"No, it's the same with watching live TV at home."

"Huh?" Hu Lixin was really weird. "Are you really not going to the scene? If you get a ticket, you can actually ask Hu Lai for it..."

"Too lazy to trouble him. And the scene is so noisy, and there is no slow-motion replay, where is the good shot?" Xie Lan shook his head to find a bunch of excuses.

But as a husband, how could Hu Lixin not understand his wife Xie Lan? He smiled and asked: "Are you scared?"

"Fear of a hammer!" Xie Lan stared, "I'm worried about putting pressure on my son after I go... Besides, you let me go from Dongchuan to Jincheng to watch the ball. I'm okay, let me run so far. Going to watch the ball, too much trouble!"

After that, she turned her head and asked her husband: "What? Do you want to go?"

Hu Lixin shook his head: "If you don't go, it's better to watch football at home."

Xie Lan squinted her eyes with a smile: "At that time, I will give you a few dishes to drink, eat and watch!"

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Li Ziqiang stood in the clean living room that had been cleaned up. Except for the furniture left by the original landlord, which could not be removed, he had packed all his belongings and was waiting for the moving company to come and serve him.

The house has been bought for half a year, because it is a hard-covered room, so there is no need to re-decorate, except for some necessary soft furnishings, furniture and appliances, basically there is no need to buy anything.

However, since the rent for the house he rented before has not expired, Li Ziqiang did not rush to move. Anyway, he lives by himself and lives in the same place. Living close to Dongchuan Middle School is convenient for him to commute. Just use the time of weekends and holidays to add home appliances and furniture to the new home a little bit.

Now that the rent expired, he did not intend to renew it, and finally decided to move.

After moving, I happened to be able to watch the key battle of the Chinese team's impact on the World Cup in the new home.

He opened the cable TV one month in advance, and it will never happen that he turns on the TV and realizes that he can't watch the live broadcast of the game.

He now thinks that the meaning of his move is pretty good.

The old will not go, and the new will not come.

An old history has passed, and a brand new future is waiting ahead.

Whether it is him or Chinese football, it is the same-no matter whether the Chinese team can qualify or not, this means that Chinese football will enter a new stage.

Thinking of this, Li Ziqiang, who was a little tired from packing things alone, showed a smile on his face.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

The smile on Li Ziqiang's face was fleeting. He stepped forward to open the door. It was an employee of the moving company in uniform.

"Is this Mr. Li who made an appointment to move to Hailan Shengjing?" the other party asked politely.

"Yes. It's me." Li Ziqiang stepped forward to let the workers into the house, and pointed to the large and small boxes and packages: "There are not many things, they are all here."

The workers began to get busy. Someone saw a black backpack on the table and went straight to try to pick it up, but Li Ziqiang stopped him: "I'll do this myself."

The worker mentioned it, a little surprised: "It's not light!"

Li Ziqiang nodded: "I know, it's okay, I'll do it myself."

He said that he carried the bag on his back.

Bao’s appearance is very ordinary and looks very inconspicuous, but he was moved from the Transit Football School to the old house in Dongchuan, and then moved from the old house to this rented elevator apartment, and now he will go with him to his new home. .

The mover was wrong. The backpack was not only "not light", it was heavy.

Because it is full of all the photo albums in their home, the photos of him, his wife, and daughter are all in it. Those are his memories.

How could he allow others to touch it?

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"The latest announcement. After dinner tomorrow, all the players will gather in the conference room and watch the live broadcast of the Chinese team and Paraguay together!"

When the players of the National Youth Team were eating in the restaurant, someone read aloud the message they had just received on the phone.

Everyone started talking immediately.

"Wow! Watch the live broadcast!"

"The key battle, will we witness history?"

"It's too early to say this? Right now, our appearance probability is lower. After all, Lin Zhiyuan's attack in the first round... alas!"

"Lin Zhiyuan performed very well in the club. Why did his mind suddenly convulse?"

Hearing everyone's discussion, Zhou Zijing looked stinky and very upset.

Oh shit. Why can the idiot Lin Zhiyuan go to the national team, but I can only play in the national youth team!

He complained in his heart.

At this moment, a teammate suddenly turned his attention to him and the other person: "Hey, Zhou Zijing and Xia Xiaoyu, you both played against Lin Zhiyuan in the national competition. He is the kind of person who can make such low-level mistakes. ?"

Xia Xiaoyu answered the questions of his teammates: "He really is, because he has a very flamboyant personality and he likes to show off."

This is actually not his experience in the national competition, but he listened to Hu Lai, Chen Xingyi, Wang Guangwei and their evaluation of this teammate when they were in the Olympic team.

Zhou Zijing took the opportunity to make up for the knife: "That's right! That idiot is so handsome. If he doesn't have this kind of problem, he will be hell!"

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking about the national team..." The captain of the National Youth Team reminded everyone to pay attention to the words. When they talk about the national team behind their backs, it will be spread out... Wouldn't it be embarrassing for them to join the national team in the future?

Everyone knew the stakes, so they turned the topic to tomorrow's game, looking forward to it and envious of it.

Zhou Zijing was in the same mood as them, but there was an extra layer of "irritability."

If the Chinese team defeated Paraguay in tomorrow's game and made it out smoothly, wouldn't it mean that people like Lin Zhiyuan could go to the World Cup, but he didn't even play in the Olympics?

This **** was the youngest when he played in the Olympics, and now he is going to play in the World Cup!

And me?

Isn't it one step behind, step by step?

Zhou Zijing has already played a major role in the Shanhaishui Province, and has performed well in the league this season. He has always hoped to be transferred to the national team. Especially after Shi Wuyin became the head coach of the national team, he recruited a large number of young players, and he was full of hope for this.

But so far he has not even entered the gate of the national team.

This is of course because the current attack lineup of the national team is very fixed and has performed well. There is no chance for him to do so.

As a center, how could he compete with two wingers Chen Xingyi and Luo Kai for positions? The only challenge is to compete with Hu Lai, who is also a center...

It's even more useless.

So since you can't play in the national team, it's better to stay with the national youth team. Here he is the absolute main force, the number one shooter doing his part.

But Zhou Zijing had this idea for the first time: I would rather go to the national team to play on the bench than to participate in the World Cup!

The unhappy Zhou Zijing turned his head and saw Xia Xiaoyu. He was eating nonchalantly, as if he did not look forward to the World Cup at all.

How could this person not be competitive at all!

Xia Xiaoyu noticed Zhou Zijing's gaze, and he looked over curiously: "What's the matter?"

"Eh, aren't you in a hurry, Xia Xiaoyu?" Zhou Zijing leaned forward and asked in a low voice.

He felt that in this national youth team, only Xia Xiaoyu was in the same category as himself, but now it seems that it is not like this...

"The World Cup?" Xia Xiaoyu smiled slightly, "Is it useless to be anxious? It's better to do your own thing now. When the time is right, it will naturally be a matter of course."

"Oh, you can see. Then I ask you something, do you want to play in Europe?"

Xia Xiaoyu nodded: "I have thought about it."

Don't say it's him. Now, how many young players don't want to play in Europe?

"Then you never thought that if you can participate in the World Cup, won't you have the opportunity to appear in front of the world and be favored by European teams?"

Xia Xiaoyu was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and shook his head: "You said that if you go to the national team with us, you can play in the World Cup. Do you still want to replace Brother Hu?"

"Oh, what if, what if? Hu Lai is very powerful, yes, but he also needs a substitute, the coach also needs to consider tactical changes!" Zhou Zijing was very excited, clenched his fist and said in a low voice excitedly .

Xia Xiaoyu was moved by him: "You said that...it's not wrong, but...but how are you going to the national team?"

As if a basin of cold water was poured on Zhou Zijing, his enthusiasm disappeared. UU Reading www.uukānshu.com

This is a very realistic question. As a national youth team player, how can he become a member of the national team?

If the Chinese team can really make it to the World Cup, I'm afraid that countless players have sharpened their heads and want to become a member of the 23-three squad. How can they be lucky?

Thinking of this, he finally calmed down completely and sighed.

"So don't worry, Zhou Zijing. We are still young, and the World Cup that belongs to us will definitely come." Xia Xiaoyu saw Zhou Zijing's dejected look and offered comfort.

"You are really confident..." Zhou Zijing mumbled listlessly.

"I have confidence in Hu Ge and them. I believe this is definitely not the closest we have been to the World Cup. We must have a chance in the future." Xia Xiaoyu smiled and answered.

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