Chapter 8 Match Day 3

June 16, Russia, Kazan.

The morning sun pours down, and the wild atmosphere gradually rises in this cultural capital.

Vendors and pedestrians appeared one after another on the famous Bowman Street.

The atmosphere gradually became lively.

Everyone until today the Kazan Stadium is one of the world's focal points.

Here, players from China and Denmark will have a battle of honor.

At 7 o'clock, the street began to be lively.

Crowds of Chinese fans have already begun to prepare for the street bombing.

This is what their team is looking forward to and longing for, and today they are finally qualified to do so.

They will start from Baumann Street and go all the way to Kazan Stadium, and they will convey the enthusiasm belonging to China to the world.

At 9 o'clock, fan organizations and individual fans in various provinces have gathered under contact.

There are more and more crowds, starting from a sporadic area and gradually increasing, and finally turning into a huge gathering scene that can't be seen at a glance.

From a bird's-eye view, the red clothes worn by the crowd dyed the street into a fiery red color, as bright as if it was on fire.

Countless red flags vibrated violently in the wind, and the dull sound of drums was intertwined with the sound of loud trumpets.

Among the crowd, dozens of flags stand everywhere.

It says "XXX Provincial Fan Organization" and can be found in 23 provinces across the country.

This huge gathering of Chinese fans also naturally attracted media reporters from all over the world.

A French reporter looked at this scene in shock and said, "There are so many of you!"

Dong Yuming smiled and said, "That's not all!"

According to statistics, this World Cup in Russia, China has a total of 100,000 fans distributed in the stadium.

The 30,000 fans gathered here are only a part of it, and other fans are still scattered everywhere and have not been able to come.

 …

In front of the team, a CCTV live broadcast vehicle also appeared there, and they will follow the fans' street bombing action throughout the process.

"Dear viewers and friends, hello everyone, it's seven o'clock in the morning Moscow time. Behind me, Chinese fans are gathering. They will go all the way to the Kazan Stadium to cheer for our national team!"

"A large number of reporters and local residents gathered at the scene, and they were also infected by this atmosphere. On this day, Chinese fans and the national team will once again appear in the World Cup!"

"Look, they're about to start!"

In the shot, a cowhide drum appeared, with a trace of historical precipitation.

Followed by a crowd of Chinese fans in red, you can't see the side at a glance.

Each of them had a hint of excitement in their expressions, the red flags were shaking in the wind, whistles and cheers were coming in an endless stream.

Suddenly, the cowhide drum was struck hard, making a dull sound.

Boom! ! ! ! ——

The drums sounded and the parade began.

"China!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!----"

I don't know who it is, and roared to the sky.

The voice was loud, and there was a tearing tremor in the voice, but it still couldn't hide the deep excitement.

After the man shouted, 30,000 people roared in unison.

"go ahead!!!!!!!--"

Boom! ! !

Thirty thousand people stepped out at the same time, the sound of rumbling footsteps intertwined with the continuous sound of musical instruments, making the scene even more shocking.

The long stream of people began to surge forward.

This is a fan passage, so there will be no vehicles or pedestrians.

For Chinese fans, this is their home stadium.

"Iron hero, unstoppable!"

"We are an ancient nation, we are Chinese with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin!"

"We're here and we're going to win it all!"

Boom! ! !

The sound of drums exploded like thunder.

"With iron bones, we will win! We will win! We will win!"

The roar broke the tranquility of Kazan, followed by majestic singing.

"Join China, let's go to the challenge together!"

Boom!

"Joy China,

Create my glory! "

Boom!

"If you don't bleed, you will fight to the death!"

Boom!

"There is China in the east, rising like the sun!"

Boom!

"Huayou Ruishi, who will compete with you!"

An adapted "Great Qin Song" combined with the dull drumbeat made everyone at the scene feel their souls trembling.

The French reporter knew some Chinese, but he knew nothing about ancient poetry. Of course, he could understand the general meaning of the lyrics. Because of this, he looked shocked and said, "What song is this? Why have I never heard it?" Pass?"

In the imagination of French journalists, shouldn’t ancient Chinese songs be that kind of graceful Jiangnan style?

Why did you become so irritable all of a sudden?

Dong Yuming's blood boiled when he heard it, especially the roar of 30,000 people made his heart pound.

He knew this song, it was the song of the Chinese nation in a certain period, it was the battle song of the Great Qin Dynasty, and it was born for war.

Dong Yuming didn't bother to explain, and said, "Just take it as the Chinese version of Viking battle cry!"

"Really?" The French reporter blinked and said, "You also have this type of song?"

Dong Yuming grinned and said, "China has a history of 5,000 years, and we have songs created in various genres. This is a battle song of the Great Qin Dynasty, a song sung for battle by the first dynasty in China. At this moment, This battle song represents our attitude!"

"China! Fight!" Dong Yuming took a deep breath and shouted towards the crowd far away, "We must win! We must win! We must win!"

 …

On the other side, in the hotel where the Chinese team stayed, the Chinese national team was also preparing to set off to meet their first challenge.

In the guest room, Yi Le wore the national team jacket, put his sneakers, shin pads and other game equipment into the bag, and zipped it up with a bang.

Ding dong!

The phone rang.

Yi Le turned on the phone, and it was a WeChat message.

A photo. In the photo, Zhang Doudou is wearing the No. 21 jersey of the national team, with the national flag on his left cheek and the words "Yi Le Come on" on his right cheek.

The pure and pretty appearance made Yi Le smile involuntarily.

He replied: "We will win!"

Ding dong!

"I'll cheer you on in the stands!"

Yi Le joked, "Don't you call me husband?"

Zhang Doudou: "(Frightened) Gouzi, you have changed!"

Yi Le chuckled, put down his phone, took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became sharper.

This game is very difficult to play.

Although Denmark can not be called easy to grab, but in the eyes of the Chinese team, they are still a strong team.

But when he came here, he didn't want to leave just like that.

He wants to win!

Even if it's just one game!

Even if it's just a goal!

He wants to leave something for himself and the Chinese fans in the World Cup.

Proof that they have been here.

With a swish, Yi Le picked up his backpack and walked out of the room.

Zheng Zhi has been sitting on the sofa waiting for a long time.

Yi Le went out and shouted: "Captain!"

Zheng Zhi was taken aback by this title, then he stood up and said, "It's about to start!"

Yi Le said seriously: "We will win!"

"Yeah! We have to win!"

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