Vol 3 Chapter 81: Don't want to lose again

Lao Feng is a night taxi driver. Like most people, he once imagined the future, but eventually it was ordinary.
His dream is to be a professional player, but in reality, the 45-year-old Feng is dying in life.
In addition to work every day, his favorite thing is to listen to radio games. Occasionally, in his spare time, he has a game with friends. His life is very simple, but also very fulfilling.
Duan Xuan's voice came from the car radio, and he knew what this game represented for China.
As a fan, he will naturally pay attention.
It was just that Honduras scored two goals in the first half, which made his splayed eyebrows deeper.
He lighted a cigarette slowly, took a deep breath, and spit out fiercely.
It seemed to spit out the depression in my heart.
Inside the car broadcast is the voice of the commentator Duan Xuan. Unlike the usual passion, Xuan's voice is a little deep during this period.
Old Feng knew that the Chinese team was behind.
He smoked his cigarette ...
"The problem is very serious. The Chinese team needs to attack! We urgently need someone to stand up. If you let the game develop like this, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Old Feng Jing listened to the radio quietly, with a seemingly calm expression, his right hand was holding the steering wheel, and his index finger was tapping. The frequency was very fast.
The car was already smoky, but Lao Feng didn't care at all. His whole mind was in the race.
Duan Xuan's voice is very deep, which means that the direction of the game is not optimistic, and the frequency of Lao Feng's knocking on the steering wheel has also accelerated.
Da da da da da da! !
In a quiet car, in addition to the movement of the broadcast, it is the sound of striking the steering wheel.
Suddenly, Duan Xuansheng's tone suddenly increased, and Lao Feng's restless index finger also stiffened in mid-air.
"Counterback! Yi Le tucked a very high quality straight ball !!! Wu Lei single-handedly! Sacquiley is catching up, can this ball be scored? !!! How will Wu Lei handle this ball? !!! "
Lao Feng's body leaned forward subconsciously, and his breath became more rapid.
"Wu Lei hits the door !!!"
Old Feng sat upright.
"Aw !!!!!! The goal was saved by the Honduran goalkeeper! It seems that the Chinese team needs to reorganize the attack, this attack ..."
Lao Feng's cheeks twitched a few times, and the whole person sat down like a deflated ball.
He showed a bitter smile, as if to say "I know" again.
But the next second, Zhan Jun's loud voice made him nervous again.
"Yile !! Yile is running towards the landing point, there is still a chance! There is still a chance! This attack ... Zi La la ..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
Old Feng's eyes widened, and he began to strike the central control screen anxiously, his heart was extremely anxious.
What happened to the offense? ! !
and then? ! !
What are you talking about? ! !
Bang Bang Bang! !
Zrazla ...
Under the knock, a sound of electric current sounded from the sound, a little messy ...
In the fierce photography of old Feng Perseverance, finally recovered.
"World Wave !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Yile goal! We scored a crucial away goal !!!"
"The guys did a great job !!! We just need to keep this number of goals and we will be able to qualify until the end of the game !!!"
"That's the World Cup !!!"
Quiet night, lonely street, street lights flashing ahead.
Lao Feng still keeps striking the central control, as if time is still.
After some time, Lao Feng leaned back against the seat with some strength, he tilted his head, and took out a cigarette with a slight tremor.
The hands tremble so much that even a few of them fell out when I took out the cigarette.
He picked up a dang from his mouth and tapped it slowly.
Under the weak fire, two lines of tears slipped on the old Feng Cangsang's face, and his heart was extremely unstable.
He opened the car door and went out. The weather was a bit cold, and he tightened his collar.
Behind him, the broadcast in the car was full of three passionate voices of commentators.
Lao Feng extended his right hand, slowly gathered his fingers, clenched his fists, and waved fiercely.
"Good job !!!-"
"Yes !!! yes !!!!! Hey! ... hahahahahahaha ... Goal! We scored!"
Lonely in the dark night, under the dim street lights, the old Feng seemed to be dancing around the car like a child.
The voice changed from small to loud, and finally came a loud cry.
"Long live China!!"
...
Honduras, Honduras VS China, World Cup play-offs.
Entering the halftime break, in the first half, Honduras scored two goals against two wings, and the Chinese team also scored a goal, completing the reversal in the total score.
In the locker room, Zheng Zhi stood shirtless in the middle, and the players sat on his chair around him.
Lippi stood at the door. He was not prepared to deploy any tactics. At this level of the game, the tactics had no effect. Everything depends on the player's play.
Therefore, his decision was to encourage the morale of Zheng Zhi, the captain.
Zheng Zhi, 37, is looking around his teammates. As the old captain of the national team, he has always been China's Dinghai Shenzhen.
Even if he came to the 37-year-old 'old age', he still fights with no turning back under the call of the country.
Few people can adjust their condition to such a good level in the 37-year-old, which requires extreme self-discipline ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Zheng Zhi took a breath, he looked around and slowly said: 45 minutes, this will be the key to the game! "
The locker room was quiet.
"Brothers! We lost enough! We can lose, we can't lose, we all lost. Every day, people are scolded at the backbone, are you willing?"
After hearing this, many people slowly lowered their heads.
"I don't want to lose again!" Zheng Zhi shook his head and said, "I am 37 years old. This may be my last year playing the national team game. This is also the last time I will lead you to the World Cup as a captain!"
"We have come here and lost! Are we willing?"
In the locker room, everyone clenched their fists slightly, and their performance told Zheng Zhi.
Not reconciled!
"Hundreds of millions of fans across the country are waiting for us to send good news and lead them into the stage of the World Cup."
"We work hard for this, we train for this, isn't it just to make a difference at this critical moment ?!"
"I know it will be very hard in the second half. We need to defend and even need a large range of running to increase the coordination of defense. This will consume a lot of our physical fitness. At this time, I don't want to see someone lazy."
Zheng Zhi took a deep breath and said: "I urge everyone to make some sacrifices for this game. Even if you feel a tear in your thigh muscles, don't give up running and use yourself as a wall to block the opponent's shot!"
"We have been playing in Asian games, as if there is a wall that is always in front of us ... The world is huge, don't you want to see the scenery outside the wall?"
"Think !!" The sonorous sons responded in unison.
Zheng Zhi smiled a little and said, "Very well, we won this game and then went to play in the World Cup!"
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