Vol 3 Chapter 183: The villain complains first

"The game is over! The Australian referee Williams points his hands at the middle circle. The game is over! Congratulations to the Chinese team. This night is destined to be extraordinary. We have witnessed the Chinese team conquer Azadi and cut down the once unattainable Persian iron ride. There is no opponent in Asia that the Chinese team cannot beat! Now you can see the broader stage of South America, waving towards the Chinese team."
Liu Jianhong's voice was a little choked, and around him, a group of reporters from China shouted and hugged.
Four consecutive victories, twelve points, a solid advantage has made the group's qualifying situation has been determined.
This time, there will never be another tragedy that is only one step away. Doomed to be a sweet result.
Middle-aged journalists like Liu Jianhong are really emotional. When they were young, the national team still had the strength to impact the World Cup, leaving them with pain rather than regret.
"Only one step away to Rome" (1990 World Cup), "Half foot into France" (1998 World Cup), and the fake ball that died earlier in Saudi Arabia and New Zealand, and the 1985 record in the history of Chinese football 5.19"...
When these middle-aged and old boys celebrated at the moment, a scene of the past came to their eyes, with tears in their smiles, and this victory let them free.
The players of the Chinese team are far from being so excited, and the most excited will always be the people who care about the national team.
Climbing to the top of Asia is far from the upper limit of the national team.
They waved excitedly towards the sidelines, but everyone's joy froze before long.
"Fuck! This Nima, bully!"
Queiroz and the Iranian players refused to shake hands. When the Chinese team was going to the visiting fan area and expressed their gratitude to the stands with five-star red flags, Iranian fans threw in various debris, not only the players on the court, Even the Chinese fans at the scene suffered from the fish. In the surrounding stands, dozens of Iranian fans wanted to turn to the visiting team area for trouble. There was a conflict in the stands.
Hate the house and Uzbekistan, Iranian fans are the most unbalanced at this time. The gang yelled and scolded, although no one on the Chinese team could understand Persian, but they could think with their toes that they did not spit out any good birds.
"Brother, go up and help! This is our fellow!"
Zhou Tiancheng quickly ran back to the sidelines, took out his phone from his backpack, opened the video recording, and aimed at the stands.
The other talents reacted immediately, ran to the sidelines, and took out their mobile phones one by one, but they were one step late. When they came back to prepare for taking pictures and videos, the on-site security staff had rushed to the incident area and calmed down the situation in time. Chinese fans exited safely.
"Hiroko, when can you change your temper, just said why don't you listen, all day long and thinking about lifting your arm and do it. If you have the ability to go up, if you can withdraw your body, from now on I call you brother."
Jiang Hao scratched his head: "Brother Cheng, I haven't reacted, how can you be as clever as you..."
Seeing Zhou Tiancheng turned his head and glared, Jiang Hao immediately smiled and said nothing.
"It's enough to have this. I hope this thing won't come in handy. We don't make trouble, but we are absolutely not afraid of things. They can honestly lose, the best."
Zhou Tiancheng shook his cell phone and said flatly.
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Lippi just finished summarizing the game in the locker room, the door of the locker room was knocked, the leader of the national team in charge of the Chinese Football Association came in, first congratulated everyone: "Everyone performed very well, a few The head has just called and asked me to convey my thanks to everyone."
Then he glanced at Jiang Hao, his face darkened for two points, and said: "Jiang Hao, young people are aggressive, I think it is very valuable, and I personally appreciate it, but I have to have a degree. It's a bit big!"
The locker room became quiet all at once, and everyone's expressions were a little serious. Jiang Hao stood up anxiously to ask. Zhou Tiancheng held him all at once and then asked, "Leader, I can testify, Jiang Hao is on the court. There is nothing wrong with it. Everything is done in line with the quality of professional players. If they do not accept it, they can only prove that they cannot afford to lose. Do we have to take care of it?"
"Alas, where is that simple!" The leader shook his head: "If you just protest to the Football Association, this is not a thing... OK, Xiao Zhou, since you are the captain, and you asked me like this, I will tell you, I I know that you and Jiang Hao are brothers, but you can’t take the initiative in this matter, you can’t take it. Iran’s protest was transferred from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to the Football Association. Do you understand? This is an international incident! They said Chinese players Despise them, by saying that China ignores their equal rights."
Everyone, including Jiang Hao, has wide eyes~EbookFREE.me~ Only Zhou Tiancheng has a fascinating smile.
"So, Jiang Hao, this matter is a headache for even a few of my heads. Anyway, we won. There is no need to fight for these headless things, right, wait for you to attend the press conference later. Take a step back, and that's all there is to it, take a step back and forth!"
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"Brother Cheng, now... what should I do? I did nothing wrong! I knew I hadn't done much."
"Wrong? Where are you wrong? Haozi, don't be afraid, you can't afford to lose your sins. You can't afford to lose it!" Zhou Tiancheng laughed instead and put his phone in his pocket. Okay, Hiroko, don’t worry about this. I’ll go to the press conference later. You can rest assured that I’ll let you decide.

Zhou Tiancheng patted him on the shoulder and waited for a while before walking towards the scene of the press conference.
The hall was already overcrowded. Obviously, there were more people in the press conference before the game. Zhou Tiancheng glanced roughly. The number of Arab journalists with Middle Eastern characteristics is almost the same. The extra people are white-skinned reporters.
Zhou Tiancheng smiled, these reporters were afraid that they did not come for the competition, it is really an international issue!
But Zhou Tiancheng didn't feel a bit cramped, just like on the court. When he was reasonable and left behind, what was he afraid of?
Zhou Tiancheng can understand the psychology of the Iranians, just like the Chinese team lost to Hong Kong decades ago, the fans can not accept it, and there is a riot. Losing to an opponent weaker than yourself is always psychologically difficult to accept and requires venting.
But Zhou Tiancheng would never allow this kind of catharsis to rush towards the people around him.
The wicked complained first, okay, but it was you who brought it together at your own risk.
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