Nine and a half

Chapter 290 A Flower Blooming in Despair (Chinese National Football Team Story)

Time seemed to return to its normal flow.

The stands at Kazan Arena were a sea of ​​red, surging and churning.

The spotlights flashed continuously.

All the cameras were focused on the red figure running and celebrating.

The world's attention has also focused on China's superstar.

"Gao Qi!!!"

"Gao Qi!!!"

"Gao Qi!!!"

Even Russian World Health Organization officials in suits couldn't help but cheer and pump their fists.

World War I shocked the world.

Even after leaving the club system, the Chinese superstar still shines in the World Cup wearing the national team jersey.

Unbelievable.

Incredibly strong!

How could Gao Qi, playing for a weaker team, manage to draw against the Five Shields in the World Cup?

A solo dance at the Kazan Arena!
At this moment.

Chinese fans around the world had tears in their eyes and were filled with excitement.

I would never have dared to have such a dream before.

"hat trick!"

"In the second round of the World Cup group stage, Gao Qi scored a hat-trick against the powerful European champions, Portugal!"

"Even when trapped in dire straits, our faith remains unchanged."

With little time remaining in the game, he scored an unstoppable header to make it 3-3!

"It is not a gift of miracles, but a flower that blooms in despair."

"How could such a scene not move Chinese fans?"

The commentator's voice choked with emotion.

Throughout the 90-minute match, there were moments of despair, yet some persevered, repeatedly pulling Chinese football out of the mire.

Studio.
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【Crying! 】
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Is this real? Will I really witness something like this in my lifetime?
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Waaaaah, my pants are all wet from looking at you.
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How many people are going to jump off rooftops today? I bet on Portugal, but I'm happy even though the Chinese national team won the bet; I'm laughing through my tears.
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[Wow! Is my computer broken? Or is North Korea "changing" the World Cup scores again like they did in 2010?]
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Wake up, you're not watching North Korean television.
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[So cool! Gao Taiwei is my football king, and that will never change, even if he never wins the World Cup. Think about it: if you brought all the previous football kings to the national team, could they play like this?]
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The ultimate individual finisher in golf.
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If football is war in peacetime, then our hero is Gao Qi!
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I was so excited that I accidentally broke the TV screen.
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What should I do? I actually ordered two takeout meals, and when they arrived, they said I had to pay extra.

Courtside.

Sanchez's back was bent even more.

They stared in disbelief at the LED scoreboard hanging in mid-air.

Even this can't stop it?
Even Portugal's Five Shields Legion couldn't stop China's sharpest sword.

The other side.

Lippi took off his glasses and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

He rarely experiences such significant emotional fluctuations throughout his coaching career.

The coaching staff behind them went crazy.

Teaching assistant Li was rambling incoherently, and he was jumping and bouncing around with translator Zhao.

In the World Cup group stage, the Chinese national football team achieved an unprecedented feat by drawing with two strong European teams!
VIP private room.

Infantino smiled silently, grinning from ear to ear.

He never dreamed the score would be like this.

The way he looked at Gao Qi was as if he had discovered a huge gold mine not far from the treasure trove.

He couldn't help but make a praying gesture with his hands.

Hopefully, China's superstar can go further in the World Cup, even just a little bit further, and FIFA will be very satisfied!

Beckenbauer pondered for a moment.

He gently lifted the gold-rimmed glasses with his index finger.

“Come on, I’ll teach the Munich media how to write.”

"Just write: Loyal Munich is about to welcome Julius Caesar."

"The smoke of the World Cup has not yet cleared, and the loyal Munich, a football empire built on rigor and glory, is about to welcome its Kaiser."

"Caesar from the East!" Everyone was dumbfounded.

Could it be that Hua Guogao will really join Bayern Munich next season?
Pelé is being interviewed at another stadium.

"Yes, I said before the match that I favored Portugal."

"Who is the Chinese team's opponent in the next round?"

"Oh, oh, oh, then I'll continue to be bullish on Nigeria!"

the other side.

Maradona, with his large belly and arrogant expression, stopped several burly bodyguards who were shoving reporters.

"I just heard about it."

"Although I didn't watch the game, I think it's normal for Gao to do something like this."

"Both of us are the kind of players who can end a game as long as our teammates pass us the ball."

Kazan Arena.

The game restarted in the middle circle.

"Five minutes of stoppage time."

"The Chinese national football team must withstand Portugal's final offensive."

"Hehehe, after playing this far, it all depends on luck."

"A heart-stopping five minutes!"

"The entire Chinese team retreated to defense."

Some Chinese fans covered their eyes and dared not watch TV.

As is often the case, what we fear most always comes to pass.

Five minutes seemed longer than the previous 90 minutes.

When will Chinese football no longer have to experience this 'embarrassing' situation?

When will Chinese football be able to stand tall and proud on the World Cup stage?
Beep! Beep beep~
After stoppage time ended, the referee blew the final whistle to end the match.

China 3-3 Portugal.

The commentator and tens of thousands of Chinese fans roared together.

He Wei began to "emotionally appeal."

Life, predicaments, Maupassant, fate, living, muddy roads, beauty, a cold veil, the truth.
Snowflake-like confetti shimmered with countless colors in the white beam of light.

They seemed to dance and flutter to the cheers, sometimes falling, sometimes rising.

The night breeze along the Volga River blew through the red jerseys and black hair.

Gao Qi hugged the assistant coach and team doctor who rushed up to him one by one.

In this match, he probably wanted to thank the "pain perception module" the most: it made him completely ignore Pepe's ineffective actions. If he had played for another 45 minutes, Pepe might have been crippled.

At this moment, even with bruises and wounds all over his body, he did not feel the exhaustion he had when facing the Spanish traditional system.

How far can the Chinese national team go in this World Cup?
Gao Qi didn't know either.

Portuguese morale was not significantly affected.

For them, the situation for advancing is relatively optimistic.

Fonte rubbed his hair: "I'm really impressed, there's no way to defend against it."

Upon closer examination, it seems that only the midfielders and defenders of France and Belgium can contain Gao Qi in this World Cup, while the overall defenses of Uruguay and Croatia also have a chance.

but.

Will Gao Qi have a chance to face these teams in this World Cup?
I don't think we'll encounter them, right? Other teams might not be able to defend against Gao, but they can easily break down the Chinese team's defense first.

Andre Silva was furious: "We played terribly, the second half was absolutely awful, and I was a piece of shit too, I didn't capitalize on my chances!"

Ronaldo remained silent, escorting the stretcher and watching Pepe, with his broken ribs, being lifted into the ambulance.

The song ends and everyone disperses.

The Kazan Arena gradually quieted down.

Loud singing echoed from the red stands.

Gao Qi and his teammates thanked the fans.

While fans were overjoyed, a sense of anticipation also arose: their opponent in the final round of the World Cup group stage was Nigeria! Could China advance?

(End of this chapter)