Chapter 81 Don't Want to Lose Again

Lao Feng is a taxi driver on the night shift. Like most people, he once imagined the future, but in the end he became ordinary.

His dream is to be a professional player, but in reality, the 45-year-old Feng is wasting his life.

Apart from work every day, his favorite thing is to listen to the radio games, and occasionally have a ball game with friends in his spare time. His life is very simple, but also very fulfilling.

Duan Xuan's voice came from the car radio. He knew what this game meant to China.

As a fan, he will naturally pay attention.

It's just that Honduras scored two goals in a row in the first half, which made his eight-character eyebrows even deeper.

He lit a cigarette slowly, took a deep breath, and let it out forcefully.

As if to spit out the true depression in my heart.

The voice of the commentator Duan Xuan was on the car radio. Unlike the usual passion, Duan Xuan's voice was a little low at this time.

Lao Feng understood that the Chinese team was behind.

He was smoking a cigarette...

"The problem is very serious. The Chinese team needs to attack! We urgently need someone to stand up. If the game is allowed to develop like this, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Old Feng listened to the radio quietly, with a seemingly calm expression, he held the steering wheel with his right hand and tapped with his index finger at a very fast frequency.

The inside of the car was already filled with smoke, but Lao Feng didn't care about it at all, he was completely focused on the game.

Duan Xuan's voice was very deep, which meant that the direction of the game was not optimistic, and the frequency of Lao Feng's tapping on the steering wheel was also accelerating.

Da da da da da! !

In the quiet car, apart from the sound of the radio, there is the sound of tapping on the steering wheel.

Suddenly, Duan Xuan's voice suddenly rose, and Lao Feng's restless index finger also stiffened in mid-air.

"Counterattack!! Yi Le stuffed a very high-quality through ball!!! Wu Lei is single-handed!! Saquilei is chasing, can this ball be scored?!! How will Wu Lei handle this ball?!! "

Old Feng's body subconsciously leaned forward, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Wu Lei hit the door!!!"

Lao Feng suddenly sat up straight.

"Wow!!!! The shot was saved by the goalkeeper of Honduras! It seems that the Chinese team needs to reorganize the attack. This attack..."

Old Feng's cheeks twitched a few times, and he sat back down like a deflated ball.

He showed a bitter smile, as if to say 'I knew it' again.

But in the next second, Zhan Jun's high-pitched voice made him nervous again.

"Yi Le!! Yi Le is running towards the landing point, there is still a chance! There is still a chance!! This attack.....Zi la la..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Old Feng's eyes widened, and he began to tap on the central control screen anxiously, feeling extremely anxious inside.

What happened to the offense? ! !

and then? ! !

What the hell are you talking about! ! !

bang bang bang! !

Zrazla.....

When knocked, there is a trace of electric current sound from the speaker, which is a bit messy...

Under Lao Feng's persistent and fierce shots, he finally recovered.

"WORLD WAVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yi Le scored a goal!! We scored a crucial away goal!!"

"The lads did a great job!! We just need to maintain this number of goals until the end of the game and we will be able to qualify!!"

"That's the World Cup!!!"

On a quiet night, on a lonely street, the street lights flickering ahead.

Lao Feng still kept beating the central control, as if time stood still.

After an unknown period of time, Lao Feng leaned back against the seat with some loss of strength, raised his head, and took out a cigarette again trembling slightly.

His hands trembled so badly that when he took out the cigarettes, he even dropped a few of them.

He picked one up from the ground and put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it.

Under the faint light of the fire, two lines of tears rolled down Lao Feng's vicissitudes face, and his heart was extremely restless.

He opened the car door and went out,

It was a bit cold, so he tightened his collar.

Behind him, the radio in the car was filled with the passionate voices of the three commentators.

Lao Feng stretched out his right hand, slowly gathered his fingers together, made a complete fist, and waved it fiercely.

"Nice job!!!—"

"Yes!! Yes!! Hey!...Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...Goal! We scored!!!"

In the lonely night, under the dim street lights, Lao Feng danced around the car like a child.

The voice changed from small to loud, and finally there was a loud shout.

"Long live China!!"

 …

Honduras, Honduras VS China, World Cup play-offs.

Entering the intermission, in the first half, Honduras scored two goals relying on 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 around him on chairs.

Lippi was standing at the door. He was not going to deploy any tactics. At this stage of the game, the tactics were no longer effective. Everything depended on the performance of the players.

Therefore, his decision was to let Zheng Zhi, the captain, boost morale.

The 37-year-old Zheng Zhi looked around at his teammates. As the veteran captain of the national team, he has always been China's pinnacle of stability.

Even at the "old age" of 37 years old, under the call of the country, he still fought without hesitation.

Few people can adjust their form so well at the age of 37, which requires extreme self-discipline.

Zheng Zhi took a breath, looked around, and said slowly: "There are 45 minutes left, this will be the key to the game!"

The locker room was silent.

"Brothers! We have lost enough! If we can lose, if we can't lose, we all lose. Are you willing to be scolded by people poking your spine every day?"

Hearing this, many people slowly lowered their heads.

"I don't want to lose again!" Zheng Zhi shook his head and said, "I'm 37 years old. This may be my last year playing for the national team. This is also the last time I will lead you to the World Cup as captain!"

"We have come here, lose! Are you willing?"

In the locker room, everyone clenched their fists slightly, and their performance told Zheng Zhi.

Not reconciled!

"Hundreds of millions of football fans across the country are waiting for the good news from us, leading them to 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 that the second half will be very hard. We need to defend, and even need a wide range of running to increase the coordination of defense. This will consume a lot of our physical energy. At this time, I don't want to see someone lazy."

Zheng Zhi took a deep breath and said, "I implore everyone, make more sacrifices for this game. Even if you feel your thigh muscles are torn, don't give up running and use yourself as a wall to block the opponent's shot!"

"We have been playing games in Asia, as if there is a wall in front of us... The world is big, don't you want to see the scenery outside the wall?"

"I want to!!" Everyone responded in unison sonorously.

Zheng Zhi smiled and said, "Very well, we will win this game and then go to the World Cup!"

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