Chapter 1128: The pretending offender at halftime

——!With the referee's short and long whistle, the first half of South Korea vs. Algeria ended, and the Korean fans were stunned, holding their heads in their hands, and watching the Korean players on the field slowly leave the field with blank eyes.

The Algerian fan stands in white jerseys have been transformed into a sea of joy, with fans coming from Africa to Brazil to cheer and cheer.

The bench players and coaching staff had already gotten up at the whistle and walked towards the dressing room.

Park Tae-yan, who was wearing a fluorescent vest, did not move at all, holding his chin with one hand, looking at the Korean players on the field speechlessly, walking in front of him one by one with his head down, and walking towards the passage towards the locker room.

Waiting for the last Korean player to leave the field, Park Tae-yeon still sat still, and then looked at the stadium and began to look slowly, the cheering white jerseys, and the red jersey fans who were not yet confident came into his eyes little by little.

This feels like when he first watched the 02 Korea-Japan World Cup, those three Celestial Dynasty group games were the last three football games he watched in his previous life, and he never watched football again.

Reaching out and covering his chest, he felt his heart beating steadily and powerfully.

What was the score at the beginning?0:2,0:3,0:4?

When he watched the game with medicine, he thought that as long as he was there, if he was given 10 minutes, he would score a goal.

But there is no if, he can only sit in the dark room, watching his former teammates, come back with regrets, and the feeling of powerlessness is really uncomfortable.

Retracted his gaze to the stands, and then looked at the artificial turf of the Bellario Stadium in front of him, which was much better than when he played here.

But the first time I stood here, even if it was just a friendly match of the youth team, I was like a dirt bun, and I went up and pulled it out as a souvenir, which was not man-made at that time.

In fact, when he came over with Xiao Bury that night, he knew that it was different, and the Riverbank Stadium had been renovated for the World Cup.

It's no longer the lucky home field I thought I was in my heart, and I'm not the boy with a dream at the beginning.

"What do you think?"

There was a sudden tapped on the shoulder, and then a familiar aroma was smelled, and a familiar voice came into my ears.

"Nothing. ”

"It's nothing, why are you sitting here stupidly? Portugal also lost 0:4 to Germany, and Ronaldo is still playing, at least you didn't play today. Xia Yan opened her mouth to say that Portugal lost 4-0 to Germany in the first game, and then played a 2-2 draw with the United States in the second game.

If nothing else, Park Tae-yeon has already gotten a return ticket in advance, unless they win Ghana by a big score in the last game, and the United States loses to Germany by a big score, they have a chance to change positions with the second place in the group that won Ghana.

"Heh, people have at least worked hard. ”

Park Tae-yeon was so tight-chested that he couldn't speak, like Ronaldo, both of them were playing with a group of pig teammates, but at least they were still fighting on the field, and Park Tae-yeon had already sat on the cold bench for one and a half days, and it was estimated that his World Cup journey would end like this.

It's really strange to say that, but when I was in the military, I also wore the Olympics once, in fact, I have let go of my heart, but I don't really have a chance, and I haven't shown myself well on the World Cup stage once, and I am really a little unwilling.

0 to 3, this is the answer sheet taught by the South Korean team at halftime, this is not the most speechless thing that makes Park Tae-yeon, but in this half of the game, the number of shots of the South Korean team is 0 shots.

Touting himself as the world's No. 1 striker, his team had 0 shots on goal in the first half of the game, and he can imagine what will be written in the sports headlines of various countries tomorrow.

It's really unwilling, Park Tae-yeon got up and opened up, Ha Yeon looked at his back, and then got up and looked at him, she had a staff card on her chest, so no one would come to get rid of her, I originally thought that Oh Ni-chan would go back to the locker room and have a player meeting.

As a result, I saw him walk through the passage like this, and then walked slowly along the court, Xia Yan's feet moved, and finally he didn't take a step, just stood in place and watched Oh Ni-chan's figure.

I had already heard about his fate with this stadium that day, and I guess after so many years, standing on this stadium with spectators again, or playing in this stadium once, has some different meaning for him.

looked at his back, and suddenly thought of the Korean entertainment written by fans of the Celestial Empire, in her opinion, these Korean entertainments should be liked by Korean entertainment fans, and the most pleasing thing is that the protagonist is from the Celestial Empire, and then came to South Korea to play with Korean girls and step on Korean men.

Even if it's reborn, it's good, but oh Ni-chan, it's so pitiful that the author chose the protagonist to be an athlete and won glory for South Korea, and he really got shot in the brain.

Therefore, only he knows everything about him in this world, and only he is the little padded jacket he chases intimately, and at this time Ernie or Yun'er is by his side, which makes him even more embarrassed.

At least I never shouted 'Republic of Korea' in his ear.

From the Olympic Games two years ago, after every goal, Ohni-chan just smiled faintly, and she had never scored a goal celebration like a goal in the league, she understood.

Park Tae-yeon walked slowly along the court, without looking up at the stands, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Maybe it's because of Park so-yan's message that suddenly appeared on her phone, or maybe it's getting tighter and shorter.

From the World Cup stage, which is about to end, I think about saying goodbye, thinking about next season, whether I want to continue playing football or not, and the rest of the time may be a little bit.

"Park Tae-yeon, come on, !!"

After going around most of the court, he stopped, then looked to the right-hand side, and then immediately saw a group of people who were very conspicuous and unprovoked, and a group of people in his sight were looking at him with red circles, and Son Ye-jin's face over there had become no makeup, and he probably pretended to cry.

Park just nodded at them and continued walking.

Suddenly, a football rolled over at his feet, Park Tae-yeon looked at the Brazilian ball boy on the sidelines, pursed his lips and smiled, and he didn't know the two teams of Brazil International and Gremio, the youth team of that team.

I was also a caddie in the Brazilian league.

I guess I watched myself walking, thinking that I wanted to practice with the ball.

Directly trotting a step, with a pinch of his feet, the football flew up in a rainbow movement, went around the top of his head from behind, and then stretched out his feet to catch it, and then walked towards the goal that would be attacked in the second half.

Slowly came to the front of the big penalty area, and then kicked the ball into the sky hard, I remember Xia Yan later told herself that the video of Xiao Luo's kicking the door bar was edited, and she listened to Yun'er brag about her performance in high school before, to remind herself, don't do such a thing in the future, it's too exaggerated.

"Is it an exaggeration?"

Park Tae-yeon took a step behind his right foot, then waited for the ball to fall, and volleyed it up.

"Bang!"

A powerful shot from the arc of the penalty area hit the goal beam, attracting the attention of fans who did not leave the audience to release the water, in fact, from Park Tae-yeon began to walk around the stadium, most of the fans looked at him.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The whole stadium slowly fell silent.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Only the sound of a football colliding with a goalpost echoed over the pitch.

"Huh!"

In the ninth kick, Park Tae-yeon kicked in the door fiercely, then turned around and walked in the direction of the player's tunnel with his head down.