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AOL Arena dining area in Hamburg.

Croatian men's football team members are enjoying the German pre-match meal prepared by the authorities.

The food pick-up area is filled with whole wheat bread, pasta, chicken breast, salmon, canned spinach, boiled broccoli... and various fruits piled together.

Su Fei went to the baking area, and in the surprised eyes of the German five-star chef, he asked for a well-done steak, took two bananas, and sat next to Modric who was eating.

"Guess what the chef just said to me?"

"Ah?"

"He said I don't understand the art of steak, haha. Go to hell with the art."

Eating habits are engraved in the bones. After so many years, Su Fei is still not used to eating half-cooked German steak.

I still remember that at Knight's father's house, the bloody steak almost made him vomit on the dining table.

"Is this thing so delicious?"

Seeing Modric showing off, Su Fei couldn't help but scoop a spoonful of his brown rice to try it.

The taste is hard to describe.

Su Fei began to miss the soft and fragrant white rice.

However, the official diet prepared for the athletes is based on different countries and regions, and white rice is only available for the participating teams in Asia.

I can only miss it.

I can't go to the dining area next door to eat a bowl of rice.

Fortunately, the steak is good, and with two bananas in my stomach, Su Fei barely eats enough.

There are still several hours before the game officially starts.

After resting for half an hour after the meal, it is time to go to the stadium for about two hours of pre-match warm-up, then go back to the locker room to take a shower, listen to the coaching staff's tactical explanation, and ask the team's masseur to massage you, waiting to go on the court.

This is Su Fei's preparation before the game during this period.

"Let's go, I'm done."

After sitting for a while, Su Fei watched Modric show off three bowls of brown rice and a bunch of other things, and the boy showed a satisfied expression.

"I eat so much every day, and I don't know where the meat has grown."

"Using the brain also consumes energy! Do you understand?"

"I understand, no wonder you have a big head."

"Damn!"

The two of them left the restaurant chatting and laughing, and coincidentally, they met the Japanese men's football team at the exit.

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What is it called "enemies are particularly jealous of each other when they meet?"

When Su Fei appeared in the sight of the Japanese men's football team, the players immediately covered their mouths and whispered.

"It's Su Fei!"

"Ah, where?"

"Look at his eyes, too arrogant."

"Baga Yalu."

"This guy who doesn't know how to respect!"

Su Fei narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he couldn't hear what the little people were saying, looking at their expressions, they must be scolding him behind his back.

Can this be tolerated?

So.

Smiling, an international friendly gesture was directly given to the Japanese men's football team.

Raised his right hand and gave a middle finger.

Good guy, this shocked Modric, who didn't expect Su Fei to openly challenge him.

"Baga Baga!"

"What does that guy mean?!"

"Insult, he is insulting us!"

The Japanese men's football players were furious, and they all denounced, but no one dared to fight back.

1.92 meters tall Su Fei came to that station.

Muscular, tall and strong, like a small mountain.

After hesitating for a moment, the Japanese captain Miyamoto Tsuneyasu frowned and walked in front of Su Fei, speaking English with a strong accent.

"Susan, is there any misunderstanding between us? Your actions just now seemed unfriendly. I hope you can apologize, otherwise we will inform the organizing committee."

Su Fei admired Miyamoto Tsuneyasu very much, because this guy at least dared to take the initiative to find him.

Unlike other Japanese players.

A group of cowards.

But appreciation is appreciation, and respect is another matter.

"You can sue me if you want. I don't care. There is no friendship between us. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can vent it in the game later."

Miyamoto Tsuneyasu frowned even deeper.

No words.

Su Fei could feel that the boy was exerting all his strength and his fists were clenched.

He smiled and left with Modric.

Miyamoto Tsuneyasu also returned to the team with a dark face. He gritted his teeth and turned his inner frustration into encouragement for his teammates.

"Today's game represents the honor of our little brother country's men's football team. We must fight for everything and let Su Fei know that no one can easily take victory away from us!"

"Damn it!!!"

The Japanese team, which was still immersed in the humiliation of Su Fei a second ago, turned shame into motivation and became passionate.They shouted to each other to cheer.

It was very passionate here.

On the other side.

Modric still didn't quite understand Su Fei's behavior just now.

"Su..."

"What, do you think I'm a little too arrogant?"

"Yes..."

Su Fei patted Modric's shoulder and said something without a beginning or an end.

"Have you ever seen Captain Tsubasa? Now I'm the villain in the real version of Captain Tsubasa!"

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Japan vs Croatia.

This is the last match of the Japanese team in this World Cup, and it has attracted a lot of attention in the island country!

"栄光の戦い！ アジア男サッカー最後の希望！ " (Battle of Glory! The Last Hope of Asian Men's Football!)

The Japanese media even raised this game to the level of Asian football.

The live broadcast room of the NHK TV headquarters building.

The top Japanese football commentator, Akita-san, is debugging the equipment with a bitter face.

The top player has his own troubles.

He really didn't want to commentate on this game.

The last time they played against Croatia, they were beaten 8:0 at halftime, and the live broadcast was cut off at midfield, which left a psychological impact on his career.

But it happened.

The station director designated him to broadcast the game nationwide.

Now.

He can only hope that the men's football players will fight for their spirit.

This is the World Cup.

The influence of live broadcast is not comparable to that of friendly matches!

Many Japanese people who don't usually pay attention to football are waiting in front of the TV on time.

Another double-digit loss...

I dare not think about it.

Akita-san really dare not think about it.

Although he felt bitter and unconfident, when the live broadcast signal was connected, Akita-san appeared on the TV screen.

He still showed a bright smile full of confidence.

"NHK Official TV!"

"NHK Official TV!"

"Welcome everyone to watch the 2006 World Cup group stage in Germany, where our proud Japanese men's football team will play against the European powerhouse Croatia!"

"At present, our Japanese men's football team has lost two group stage games. After first breaking through the goals of Australia and Brazil, they were unfortunately reversed."

"Although the Japanese men's football team lost the opportunity to advance to the top 16 of the World Cup. However, in the match against the five-star Brazil, they were able to take the lead, which can be said to be a huge improvement and prove the unlimited potential of our men's football team!"

"Today."

"The Croatian men's football team we are facing is a super team that has defeated Brazil and Australia!"

"Whether we win or lose!"

"I hope the men's football players can show the world the perseverance and never-give-up spirit of our little brother country!"

"The entrance ceremony is in progress!"

"The game is about to begin!"

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