Somewhere on a soccer field.

This is a game of unequal strength, and for the Chinese team, this is an unprecedented tough battle.

Win and they make history!

If they lose, they can only bear the pressure of countless dreams of countless people for countless years and continue to forge ahead.

The scene was almost one-sided beatings. The possession rate of their players was so low that they didn't even make a decent attack, and the few shots on goal didn't pose a big threat. There is no way, the gap in strength cannot be made up in a day or two.

Zhang Jie stood still and thought to himself: The only thing I can do now is that the goal can't be broken before I fall!!

There are still ten minutes left, fight!!

In the last ten minutes, his hands were no longer able to be used, Zhang Jie was purely blocking the ball with his body and head, his body was hurting everywhere, and his head was bleeding in many places, how miserable and miserable it looked.

The audience was already collectively muted, and the focus was on this young man who looked a little thin. Everyone was worried about whether the young man would fall to the ground after the next ball. But he has been insisting, his head and body, pushing out one ball after another. No one knows what his persistence stems from.

Three minutes.

Two minutes.

The opposing players went even more frenzied. Almost all the lines were pressed up, bombing in turn.

The crumbling Zhang Jie didn't dare to relax for a moment, he had a feeling that once he relaxed, it was estimated that he would fall down entirely. So he kept gritting his teeth, feeling that his vision was a little blurry, so he simply didn't use his eyes to see, and judged by hunch.

The ball hit his head, and he didn't feel any pain in his body. He was just passively picking it up, but seeing that his spirit was about to lose and there were signs of collapse, there was still a minute to go.

The ball came again, and the people in the audience couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Zhang Jie mustered up his energy for the last time, and pounced in the direction where the ball came, and the person pressed on the ball, and then the whole person fainted.

One last realization, I did my best. Then consciousness plunged into endless darkness.

When he woke up, Zhang Jie's mood was very beautiful.

Last night, I made another contribution to Chinese football in my dream, although I don't know the final ending, but it always made the national football team show its face in the world, didn't it?

After many such dreams, Zhang Jie himself almost believed that he was the savior of the national football team.

In addition, last night, as always, I dreamed that my super ability was awakened, and the feeling of flying on the wall was quite refreshing. No, I was refreshed early in the morning.

Zhang Jie, 23 years old this year, still lives in a rented two-bedroom apartment with his parents, no girlfriend, no savings, but he has a dream. The dream is to one day, become a superhero and achieve world-renowned achievements, such as leading the national football team out of Asia to the world, such as leading the army to successfully recover Taizhou. Of course, the premise is to be a superhero first.

For now, I still have to go to work first. Because he is still an ordinary ordinary person after all.

This ordinary is ordinary in the true sense of the word.

The family background is ordinary, as a representative of the family of rural people who come to the city to work hard, the first three generations did not have landlords and political and business leaders, and there are no particularly outstanding talents in the contemporary era.

Looks ordinary, not ugly, but it can't be said to be particularly handsome, it can only be said to be medium and slightly upper.

The work is ordinary, a small private enterprise with about 400 employees, and it is ranked low in the huge Jincheng, not to mention the commercially developed China.

Talent is ordinary, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, omniscient. Well, I know what the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are, and when it comes to myself, it's not good.

Ordinary education, bachelor's degree, if this was placed ten years ago, it would be absolutely bullish, but unfortunately it can only be obscene, and it is really ordinary enough now. In the current popular parlance, a board fell from the upper floor and hit ten people, nine of whom were undergraduates, and one of his subordinates was in charge of the number one hundred and ten.

And so on and so forth......

After washing, eat breakfast, ride a bicycle and run to the destination: the company, the tragic day of white-collar workers is about to begin.

The usual ordinary day is about to start again, if not for that accident......

Zhang Jie, who was riding Xiaolan with headphones plugged in and listening to the song, noticed that there was an old woman next to him who was crossing the road, walking slowly, and then slowed down the speed of the car in a cautious manner, although the green light was still a few seconds away, and the next light would take two minutes. But to be cautious, how much is it to be late once, and if you touch your grandmother, it's not a question of whether you're late or not.

Although Zhang Jie slowed down the car, the accident still happened.

The big brother in Huayi behind Zhang Jie saw that there were still a few seconds left in the green light, and he came out directly from behind Zhang Jie and galloped towards the opposite side, perhaps because Zhang Jie blocked his view, and the big brother in Huayi didn't notice that there was an old grandmother staggering in front.

Seeing that the emergency brake was ineffective, the big brother in Huayi was also dumbfounded, and the sharp twisting of the handlebar could only ensure that the front of the car did not hit it.

Seeing that the tragedy is about to happen, if this happens, it is estimated that the grandmother's body is enough to choke, and the big brother in Huayi is fine, but the economic estimate after the collision is enough to choke.

Zhang Jie, who thought he still had a little sense of justice, saw it, gritted his teeth, bit it again, and turned his heart down, the car that had been slowing down increased his speed and crashed into the car of the big brother in Huayi...

Duang, Brother Huayi and Zhang Jie fell on the side of the grandmother with the car, and the grandmother walked over step by step without squinting.

The remaining Brother Huayi and Zhang Jie glanced at each other, and then both wailed on the ground.

Although the two of them looked very miserable, in fact, strictly speaking, the injuries of the two were not serious, nothing more than a bruise, plus a broken ......

At this moment, Brother Huayi has no complaints. Zhang Jieke was depressed, what is this called, seeing that he is almost at the company, can he still have a good time? I don't know which tendon is wrong.

Ren is unlucky, you still have to get up, or you must be late. Zhang Jie, who had just gotten up halfway, didn't hear the sound behind him from the headphones in his ears, and he didn't notice that a battery car behind him couldn't brake.

Duang, the second time, Zhang Jie fell to the ground again, this time Zhang Jie was not depressed.

He fainted.