Football: The immortal legend on the green field

After the whistle sounded, Dong Fangzhuo still knelt on the ground in a daze, holding his head in his hands. His thoughts stopped at the moment when he exerted force with his right foot but his left knee went weak.

If the ball had gone in, if that ball had gone in... my own incompetence had ruined the entire team's two years of hard work. I blamed myself and felt regretful... Who says men don't shed tears? It's just that before I was sad, the tears of regret had already blurred my eyes.

Shen Bin stood at the penalty area line and looked up at the sky. It turned out that he was still so obsessed with winning or losing! Why? Didn't he say that no matter whether he won or lost, as long as he tried his best, he would not regret it? Why did his heart hurt so much? Why?

Nearly 10,000 fans from China were watching all this silently. They were as silent as the national youth team players. They did not blame their own children. They tried their best. There were only about a few hundred people in the stands wearing yellow jerseys who were cheering loudly and dancing the samba to their heart's content.

"Rossi" carried a huge national flag. Although he was extremely disappointed with the result, he saw the future of the national football team and wanted to do something for these children. "Today I

Watching the snow drift by on a cold night

Drifting far away with a cooled heart

Chasing in the wind and rain

Can't tell the traces in the fog

The sky is vast, you and me

But it will change

A dozen fans nearby: "Who hasn't changed..."

Then there were dozens, hundreds, thousands of people, and then the whole audience sang in chorus.

"How many times have I been met with cold stares and ridicule

Never gave up the ideal in my heart

A moment of trance, a feeling of loss

Unconsciously it has faded

Love in my heart (Who understands me)

Forgive me for my unruly and indulgent love and freedom in my life

I am also afraid that one day I will fall

Anyone who abandons their ideals can do it

I'm afraid that one day it's just you and me

Today I watched the snow drifting by in the cold night

Drifting far away with a cooled heart

Chasing in the wind and rain, unable to distinguish traces in the fog

The sky is vast, you and me

But it will change...

:Beyond's "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies" resounded throughout the Utrecht Stadium.

CCTV's broadcast had already reached the post-match review stage. As soon as the screen turned over, the live director immediately received feedback from the front and the broadcast screen turned back to the stadium. This scene moved countless fans who stayed up late to watch the game, and many fans also unconsciously sang along with the melody.

In Tsinghua University Auditorium, thousands of students who stayed on campus during the summer vacation faced a huge projector and their singing echoed throughout the Tsinghua campus.

Vice Principal Gao was furious and held a loud speaker, shouting the administrator's name, "Turn it off quickly, call the security guards, and drive these unruly students back to the dormitory. What are they yelling about in the middle of the night? And you students, your parents spend money to send you to receive the highest level of education so that you can go to the beautiful country for further studies before graduation and stay there to be the best, not to gather together to cause trouble and participate in these messy games played by inferior people..."

Some students "woke up" and walked towards the gate silently. Having received "elite education" for many years, their "reason" overcame "impulse" at this moment.

But half of the people still stayed and continued to sing loudly. There were even more than a hundred students holding hands and blocking the aisle while singing. They did not allow the auditorium manager who was sweating profusely and trying to walk to the stage to get the remote control to turn off the live broadcast.

However, in some universities, this phenomenon did not occur, and the school management just watched it all silently.

In the far northwest, there is a special institution of higher learning, Xi'an Jiaotong University, located in Xi'an, the ancient capital of 13 dynasties. President Wang Shuguo came to the stage holding a national flag, unfurled the flag, and sang with the students...

On the TV screen, the Netherlands TV2, which is responsible for broadcasting this game, is very professional. All walks of life need heroes. Under the influence of Hollywood blockbusters, Europe has been affected more severely than China. Personal heroism is everywhere. For a World Cup for youth teams, they also need a hero. Only in this way can this World Youth Championship leave an indelible mark on the world. As long as this can be achieved, this World Youth Championship will be remembered forever by the world. Correspondingly, no matter how flawed this World Youth Championship is, it will not affect its popularity and will establish a good image for the organizer.

Just like the back of Baggio when he missed the penalty in 94.

Especially a tragic hero like Shen Bin can touch the deepest part of people's hearts.

The TV screen slowly turned from the stands to the stadium, swept across the national youth team players lying on the ground, and finally focused on Shen Bin. Shen Bin was seen with his hands on his hips, looking up at the starry sky. His wet white jersey was tightly attached to his iron-like body, and sweat plowed wet marks along his unyielding cheeks.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at Shen Bin's tall and majestic back, Liu Yifei wanted to cry. He tried hard to hold back, but in the end his eyes were still blurry.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. Her heart ached as if it was being cut by a knife. She wished she could fly like in her dreams, fly to the country with white windmills and tulips in the fields, fly to the Utrecht Arena, fly to the boy who was in urgent need of comfort, and hold him tightly in her arms.

Her eyes gradually turned red, like the delicate peach blossoms in the morning light, with the crystal and tenderness of dewdrops. As her emotions surged, she couldn't help but let her tears flow, slowly flowing down her soft cheeks, falling as delicately and gently as spring rain.

"Wow... I'm so touched! This is what the man in my mind should be like. He is ten thousand times better than those colleagues. If I could marry him, I would be willing to die the next day." Shu Chang's untimely confession broke the tranquility of the Fairy Sister.

Liu Yifei turned her head and stared at her best friend warily like a cat guarding its food.

Looking at her best sister's eyes, Shu Chang suddenly came to her senses, "No... I just admire him... You don't think I'm competing with you for this man!"

Liu Yifei felt that it was inappropriate for her to stay in the house any longer under the circumstances, so she tiptoed out to the yard.

To be honest, she didn't really misunderstand her bestie just now. He was so dazzling, and his radiance touched countless people of flesh and blood at that moment, whether they were Chinese or foreigners. Regardless of whether they were men or women, he thought of Spain on the other side of the Aegean Sea, where there was also a woman, a little sister whom he once admired so much. What was she doing now? Would she want to embrace that upright man like she did?

I don’t know why they broke up. Maybe only the parties involved know the inside story!

No matter what, even if they are still together, what does it matter! My marriage is arranged by God, even if there are thousands of excellent women in the world who like and love him! What does it matter? I will still do my best to win him back.