"Win?"

"Really won?"

Hearing cheers from the living room, 13-year-old Dong Fangzhuo came in again, and a group of little brothers from the Dalian Youth Team began to raise Jianlibao to celebrate.

"Can you not win? What are you doing?" The young man Zhu Ting looked at him with a look.

"Hide?"

"Bah, I went downstairs to run. Thinking about winning the game with a firm victory, I felt that it was meaningless." Dong Fangzhuo, who looked acne-like, denied firmly.

"I believe you, I will definitely not dare to look down. Last year in Jinzhou, Dalian, you were crying. I guess there was a shadow in your heart." Zhu Ting continued to hurt him.

"It's good to say that I didn't cry," Feng Xiaoting next to me rolled his eyes, "Zhu Ting, dare you say that you didn't cry secretly in the toilet? We didn't know where you went, so we searched for it for a long time."

Zhu Ting didn't say anything about the fart this time, and the facts he said. For those who love football, who wouldn't cry that day in Jinzhou?

"Oh, I have to go home for dinner, or my mother will talk to me again." Feng Xiaoting stood up and tidied up his clothes.

"Hey, Xiaoting, I must come to the playground at 8 o'clock tomorrow, otherwise there will be no people to kick."

"I know, as long as my mother didn't find out, I didn't go to make up for the lessons." Feng Xiaoting waved his hand and left without looking back.

“…”

"I know that this is the case. This guy listens too much to the aunt. What kind of lessons are made up for? In the future, we will all be stars who go to Europe to play football. Will the lessons be made useful?" Zhu Ting rolled his eyes.

"It's useful. We can learn English well, otherwise how can we communicate with Western players." Dong Fangzhuo touched the acne on his face, feeling that Zhu Ting was wrong.

"You are stupid, can't you please send me a translation? If you have a translation, you can't solve any problem." Zhu Ting knocked his head.

"But, I haven't heard of Zheng Zhi having an interpreter, it seems that Sun Jihai doesn't."

"this……"

On this day, a lot of 12 or 3-year-old children in China were watching this live broadcast, and even the teenagers in the Dalian echelons were no exception. In recent years, the popularity of the A-League, the madness of the 94 and 98 World Cups made many teenagers fall in love with football.

If time always stays in these years, I don’t know how beautiful it is…

※※※※

After defeating Iran 2:0, Chinese players instantly became fragrant off the court, and Yang Chen, Zheng Zhi, Fan Zhiyi, and Li Jinyu all became the focus of the interview.

Although Hao Haixi did not score, his performance in the game was pretty good, and today it finally became the focus of the interview.

"Haixi, today you can see that you are very hard-working. It should be a pity that you can't score a goal, right?" The ccbv5 reporter is very familiar with him, and you can tell from the title.

"Haha, it's not a pity. If I can't win Iran, I'll regret it. Today I'm really hard and I almost got cramped. Everyone is working very hard. I have to set an example, as an old player. It doesn't matter whether I can score a goal. I don't score, and Li Jinyu and Zheng Zhi."

"So tell me how you feel about this game, how is it different from that last year?"

"Last year..." Hao Haixi was silent for a moment.

"Last year, we actually played very well in the first sixty minutes. Later, the tactics were not unified, and everyone's mentality also had problems, and finally collapsed. In today's game, we knew what we wanted from the first second. The team's thoughts were quite unified. Until the last second of the game, we played very firmly."

"Everyone worked hard. Then we got the results we wanted."

Then, captain Fan Zhiyi also accepted an interview, and Fan Zhiyi focused on team building.

"What makes me most relieved is that young people like Zheng Zhi, Li Weifeng, Zhang Yuming, Li Jinyu, Yang Chen, Sun Jihai and Li Yin came up."

"Especially Zheng Zhi."

"Although he is the youngest, he is the most important player on the court. Li Yin is by his side and feels that he is much more stable than before."

"I don't brag. With him and Li Yin in front, we are quite stable on the defense line. It used to be so messy and couldn't stop for a second... Ah, speaking of this, I feel that Li Weifeng has made great progress. His performance on the left today is perfect. You know, he faces the successive impact of Madawikiya, Aziz and Hashmian! These people are the top in Asia. If I were asked to choose the best in the game, I would like to choose Li Weifeng. Although Zheng Zhi is also very outstanding, his defense today is really more important."

The elder brother named and praised him!

Li Weifeng heard it not far away, and his ears were red. He was also very surprised. In the past, he had always been close to Zhang Enhua and brought tea and water to Zhang Enhua, but he had never said anything to Fan Zhiyi, the highest-level.

Generally, Fan Zhiyi said a few words coldly during training, guided the defense, and then Li Weifeng nodded, and then there was nothing else.

But today Fan Zhi praised himself with a little name, which shows that he is excellent?

Well, I have to thank Zheng Zhi. Without Zheng Zhi awakening himself, I would not be able to perform so well.

Anyway, I'm very happy today!

Iranian players walked into the player's passage early and were obviously very depressed. Although the game was irrelevant, they were always unhappy to lose.

Especially Madawikiya, Aziz, Bagheri, and Ali Dei, four players in the Bundesliga, also walked together habitually. The young Madawikiya looked back and looked into the stadium from time to time, chatting endlessly on her mouth.

"depressed,"

"I'm so depressed that we actually lost to them? I can't accept it."

"Hodard, you still have the face. If you hadn't messed up the formation, you wouldn't have been like this in the first half."

"I think that's why you can't play in Cologne yet!"

Aziz looked contemptuous, he wanted to hit this junior. Both of them played football in the Cologne team, he was already the regular main force, and Mada Wikiya had not even entered the bench.

"Are you stimulated by Zheng Zhi?"

"Aren't you?" asked Madavikia.

"Of course I don't have it, but you're not blamed." Aziz shrugged, "I remember that in the Bundesliga, the head coach pointed Zheng Zhi's name especially, but unfortunately his teammates didn't take it seriously."

Aziz didn't play in that game, but the head coach's analysis of Zheng Zhi was still very profound.

...

Bagherry kept silent. Aziz said everything he should have said. He just said coldly, "Don't worry, we can still meet this event."

"Can you meet again?" Ali Dei, who was also silent, raised his eyebrows slightly, but when he thought about it, he understood, "maybe we can meet again in the final."

He was depressed enough in this game. He thought it was a game between him and Yang Chen’s scorer, but Zheng Zhi dominated the whole game, and all the forwards were overshadowed...

"The next time won't be this ending again!"

The young Madawikia clenched her fists tightly, her eyes filled with the desire to fight again.

Of course, Ali Dei is no exception.
Chapter completed!