Vol 5 Chapter 591: This is the homeland of heroes (1)

This is the day of victory, this is the night of dreams, this is the moment of passion and long memories, this is also the moment of carnival, waving, laughter, and tears. Even the comrades did not stop the national team members from the carnival in the locker room, and even joined them to sing with everyone on a beat!
Leaders always say that Wang Ai grew up under their noses, why not the 85 National Youth? When Wang Ai became famous in Europe and represented the Chinese to break the world's superficial understanding of Chinese people time and time again, the group of people behind him also moved forward with heavy burdens, and they were also in the vision of the leaders.
Even, they will be more concerned about them.
Because they don't have Wang Ai's family background, Wang Ai's wisdom, and Wang Ai's strength, they can only redouble their efforts behind the leader.
A single flower is not a spring. If you want to really set off China's international image and really boost the confidence of the Chinese nation, Wang Ai alone cannot do it. Only a group of heroes, a group of heroes, is China and the Chinese people.
Just like the five consecutive women's volleyball championships, Lang Ping is certainly the representative, but Lang Ping is not a "women's volleyball". A group of people including Lang Ping are the "women's volleyball" and "the spirit of women's volleyball"!
Witnessing the fact that this team that didn't even have enough players in the past has slowly grown from a corner, and has gradually become the strongest in China, the strongest in Asia, and even the strongest in the world. Of course, the members of this team are enjoying the growth. Happiness and dreams come true. In the eyes of coaches and leaders, is it not that the seedlings they planted by themselves have turned into towering trees.
Isn't it just a spark of fire that is cared for, and finally becomes the satisfaction of starting a prairie fire.
Students have the beauty of students, teachers have the beauty of teachers, and schools have the beauty of schools.
When everyone took the bus to leave the football city stadium, there were Chinese fans waiting in the night breeze, chasing the slow bus and shouting frantically slogans. Through the car window, they saw a group of men in their 30s and 40s with tears on their faces. The crazy look of boys and girls seeing their idols shocked everyone. Wang Aiben wanted to open the driving window to throw out sneakers, jerseys, etc., but was stopped by Yan Shiduo. He meant that there were too many people outside and the emotions were too excited. It was kindness for you to throw things out, but everyone scrambled in case of a stampede. That's not good.
Wang Ai heard it too, but he didn’t know how to comfort these strange and enthusiastic people outside the car window, so he could only ask the driver to drive the car slowly. Leave the smiling faces to them, try to stay in their beautiful memories.
The carriage was quiet, and only the dreams came true just now, ecstasy, and he was proud of his life’s ambitions. At this moment, this wanton passion finally found its roots: Why do we work so hard for? Isn't it just for the ordinary people outside the car window?
Lao Gao wiped the corners of his eyes in the front row, stood up and turned back: "I will return to China tomorrow as planned, and then there will be a lot of things. I want to tell you something in the past. There may not be such a suitable occasion. After this village, you may not be in this mood. When the next training camp, some of you may not be in the team."
Whether it was Wang Ai, the player leader, or the big brother Bai Guanghai and Sun Jihai, quietly watched Gao Hongbo, who was as thin as a bamboo pole in the carriage.
"I always feel that I am very lucky, I have no talent. I went to study in the UK and was called back to bring my youth before my academic achievement. I just worked and learned to this day. Now I think about it, it's utterly muddled. I’ve been confused for the past ten years.
Lao Gao’s voice flowed in the carriage like a stream:
Actually, you had to know that you can grow to the point where you are today, and it’s impossible for me to be a novice who didn’t get a coaching certificate. Come and bring you. Now I can estimate what the Chinese newspapers will write about me tomorrow, but I know it myself, I know very well that I have no talents. It is your tireless hard work and hard work for more than ten years that have made me. It’s the training that you haven’t slackened for more than ten years to have such a strong Chinese team. It is even that you first proposed the goal of winning the championship, formulated the plan for the championship, and asked the experts to jointly discuss this set of Chinese team and Chinese football. The innovative tactical system is what it is today."
"So... logically speaking, I should send you one hundred and eighty thousand dollars, but I guess you should look down on my little money. Then I... nothing else, bow to you. "
After finishing talking, Lao Gao was about to bend over with his fists and arched hands. Wang Ai shouted "high guidance" and stood up. People stood up, but Lao Gao pushed away Dong Fangzhuo's arm and just finished the 90 degrees. Stand up and wave his hands: "It's okay, I may have to be a coach for a few years. After today, you still have to be obedient..."
Speaking of this, Lao Gao looked down at the gold medal on his chest, and suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect it, I have never played in this World Cup, but I can bring out a World Cup champion, grass, dead. It's all worth it!"
Everyone laughed, and Lao Bai yelled in the crowd: "Me too, I will retire and get a World Cup bronze boot. Who knew me Xiao Bai a few years ago? He sold me for 500,000! "
Qu Bo's eyes narrowed into a line, and he made a rare speech: "As a patient, I think I am worth it. Although I played 15 minutes in this World Cup, the most important goal in the final was my assist. Yes. In the past 20 years of practice, these 15 minutes are worth it."
Wang Ai held Qu Bo's shoulders with a smile and said loudly: "Yes, life does not lie in eternity, but in the glory of an instant!"
Zhao Xuri and Chen Tao looked back and laughed at Wang Ai teasing Qu Bo, but Wang Ai suddenly pointed at them: "You two also talk about your feelings, so you don't have to be sick. Everyone talks about this great joy. ."
Chen Tao opened his mouth, and finally his face turned red: "When I am back in Beijing, I will ask everyone to sing!"
Instead, Zhao Xuri said something irrelevant: "Boss, can you speak when you return to Beijing tomorrow?"
"Huh?" Wang Ai thought for a while and nodded: "There should be this show."
"Then you should talk about it?"
"You talk about it."
"Boss..." Zhao Xuri said with a bitter face: "I simulated it in my mind just now. I won't stammer at that time, and I will definitely be dry, or you?"
"It's okay, I'll write a draft for you."
"I just read the manuscript you wrote." Zhao Xuri complained: "I can't step on your manuscript a bit. For other occasions, let me practice again."
"Yes." Wang Ai agreed, and noticed Dong Fangzhuo's mouth open in silly joy, and pointed at him: "Old Dong, just say a few words."
Dong Fangzhuo smiled and raised his arm: "The boss is awesome!"