cry,

The whole world is crying.

German players are crying, while German fans are crying.

Chinese players are crying, and Chinese fans are crying too.

The Germans are sad because of loss and grief.

The Chinese are excited and happy.

Lof was comforting his players, and each of them was sobbing. They waited for 12 years to win the World Cup.

But after 12 years they still won the runner-up. What a cruel failure, there is only one winner in economics and sports.

Such failures are too difficult to bear. I guess they will not be able to recover in a year or two, and even when they think about it in the years to come, it will still be heartbroken.

Unless they can win the championship again, this pain will continue...

But not every team will be so lucky. It is hard to come by the World Cup every four years.

Zheng Zhi and Sun Jihai hugged each other tightly, and they were also bursting into tears. They are the two oldest players in the Chinese team. At this moment, there is no word to describe their mood.

Feng Renliang and Zhao Xuri were lying directly on the lawn, greedily spreading their arms and embracing the night sky of Maracana.

Zeng Chengze held the post on the right side of the goal tightly, as if he was talking to the post.

All of this is too dreamy.

...

At this time, Dong Fangzhuo quietly withdrew from the stadium...

In the midst of celebration, he limped to the player passage.

It was Zhu Heyuan who discovered him first and walked towards him quickly.

"Xiao Dong." He restrained his excitement and excitement, and his eyes fell on Dong Fangzhuo's left knee.

"Go back to the locker room to deal with it first."

He knew what Dong Fangzhuo had paid for this championship.

He quickly found the team doctor and forced himself to walk into the locker room.

It took them more than ten minutes to walk out of the player's passage again...

“king,”

“king,”

“king,”

In the stands, fans burst into deafening cheers.

Dong Fangzhuo walked out of the player's passage again, with a thick bandage wrapped around his left knee and leaning on a crutch with one hand.

"Dong Fangzhuo was indeed very serious injured. He used crutches. His left knee should have a big problem."

"But injuries will not affect happiness, he is very happy now."

"Because he won the World Cup, he was the World Cup champion, he was the Golden Globe winner, he was king!"

"Listen, now everyone is calling him the king."

"But what I understand is that everyone is calling him the King of Football."

"Yes, he won everything that all football players dream of, three-time Golden Globe winners, Asian champions, Olympic champions, world champions, European champions... in his honors, all are champions."

"And the King of Football is the biggest reward for him!"

"After Maradona in 1986, Dong Fangzhuo also won the king in 214. He almost led the Chinese team to the World Cup championship alone. Argentina in 1986 was very strong, but China in 2014 was more legendary."

"Dong Fangzhuo is the king of football!"

Dong Fangzhuo slowly walked towards the center of the court with a cane, and even the boss of the country stood up and applauded.

In front of the TV, everyone was excited and shed tears. They lay in front of the TV and looked at their heroes.

At this moment, Dong Fangzhuo is a hero in China.

Of course, Zheng Zhi, Zhao Xuri and others are also heroes, but Dong Fangzhuo is even more prominent.

※※※※

Bailey appeared.

He is the award presenter of the World Cup champion. In the football kingdom and under the gaze of the king of football Pele, the Chinese team became the 2014 Brazil World Cup champion.

Bailey smiled and hung the medal in the hands of every Chinese player, and finally stopped in front of Dong Fangzhuo.

"Dong, I have to thank you on behalf of the Brazilian people. You defeated Argentina and Germany and allowed Brazil to preserve its face."

Then, he gave Dong Fangzhuo a thick hug.

"Is your knee injury serious?"

Dong Fangzhuo always smiled and chatted to his knees. He didn't feel any frustration. "I don't know yet, but at least it's not dead. It's no big deal. I will recover."

In fact, it was not as easy as he said.

The team doctor's words in the locker room just now scared him, but he is now trying to calm down.

Although further examinations have not been made, he basically knows what's going on, and it may be even worse.

but,

Is there anything more important than a World Cup championship?

Bailey patted his shoulder again...

Finally, Frenchman Zidane and Czech Nedved came with the Hercules Cup together and handed it to Bailey, who handed the trophy to Zheng Zhi, the captain of the Chinese national team.

Zheng Zhi kissed the Hercules Cup affectionately and then raised it high! Everyone was submerged in the colorful fireworks.

"China!"

"China!"

"China!"

“We are the champions!”

“We are the champions!”

The scene reached its climax instantly.

After receiving the award, the team continued to celebrate on the stadium and took photos of the championship.

Dong Fangzhuo took the Hercules Cup from Zheng Zhi's hand and kissed him deeply...

The camera suddenly turned and captured Manchester United coach Ferguson standing at the entrance of the player's passage and applauded gently.

Chewing gum in his mouth, his eyes flashing constantly.

"Ferguson, he's here."

"He might want to congratulate Dong Fangzhuo in person."

The celebration lasted for nearly half an hour, and Ferguson still did not leave, he was still waiting quietly.

He was waiting, waiting for Dong Fangzhuo.

The Chinese team walked past him one after another, and Sun Jihai, Zheng Zhi and others greeted Ferguson one after another. However, they still did not see Dong Fangzhuo. Ferguson looked in the distance affectionately, looking for Dong Fangzhuo.

Finally, the eyes of the two people came into contact.

Look at each other and smile.

Everything is in vain.

When Dong Fangzhuo saw Ferguson, he immediately laughed and said "Wow" in his mouth. The master and apprentice hugged each other affectionately, and the scene was very moving.

Dong Fangzhuo greeted Ferguson with a hug, and Ferguson congratulated Dong Fangzhuo with a hug.

A hug, a 10-year friendship, everything is indescribable.

"Do you want to come back?"

"think!"

"Then come back!"

"But, my injury." Dong Fangzhuo lowered his eyes, knowing that something must have happened to his knee.

"No, I just ask if you will come back."

"Back!"

The dialogue between the master and the apprentice is that simple and direct.

Back,

All the trip is over. If you don’t go back to Manchester United, where will you go...

"Let's see what will happen in the last few days."

Ferguson seemed to be 10 years younger at this moment.

In the face of the miracle of the Chinese team, when Dong Fangzhuo was crowned king, Ferguson had only one idea, that is, to fight Dong Fangzhuo again.

"good."
Chapter completed!