Liaoning, Dalian.

"The ideal outcome of the Chinese team in this World Cup is one win and one draw, winning against Costa Rica and drawing with Turkey, while there is almost no chance of winning in front of Brazil." On TV, a pale player was interviewed by reporters with a stern expression, and his tightly knit brow could be clearly seen on the screen.

"Let's wish the Chinese team good luck!" The young female reporter curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and her smile was very sweet.

Outside the TV screen, a young man sighed softly with a rice bowl: "It's a pity that Xiao Xie was not selected, otherwise our strength would be stronger." ”

The son, who was sitting on the sofa, laughed so much that he almost fell to the ground.

"Silly boy, what are you laughing at?" His father glared at him unceremoniously.

"You kid, eat well!" The mother sitting on the other side hurriedly supported her baby son, who was about to fall off the sofa.

The thick-eyed boy stuck out his tongue.

"In the past few days, you have to accompany Lao Tzu to watch the Chinese team's games!" The age of being a father is not very old, only thirty-four or five, and there is still the vitality of a young man between his eyebrows and eyes.

The little furry boy in his early teens immediately objected: "I still have to go to school, Dad!" ”

"Come less!" Dad smiled, "Don't think I don't know, on the day of the Chinese team's game, schools in Dalian will be closed!" ”

The boy opened his mouth: "How did I not know?" Don't lie to me! ”

"You Principal Cui and I are old classmates, and you just sued me when you played football yesterday." The father put down his rice bowl and showed his white teeth.

The boy rolled his eyes and could only bow his head in resignation.

His name is Qin Goode, eleven years old this year, fifth grade, his father's name is Qin Wenbin, a local self-reliant Chinese medicine doctor, although for Chinese medicine, the age of thirty-four is still a little young, but because of the family inheritance, Qin Wenbin is also a good hand in the entire Dalian medical circle, especially there is an old man Qin Yuanshan who occasionally solves incurable diseases in the family, so Qin's clinic is still slightly famous in the local area. The teenager's mother, Sun Xiaoying, was also a nursing, and originally worked as the head nurse in a local hospital, but after Qin Wenbin opened a clinic, she simply resigned and ran the clinic with her husband, and her income was by no means less than that of the hospital.

Like most Dalian men, Qin Wenbin's family is quite fond of football, so they also infected their son, and did not hesitate to send their son from Ganjingzi District, where they live, to the Northeast Road Primary School across the district, because this is a "famous school" that has left a deep mark on Chinese football. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, with the development of football, Gai Zengsheng, Gai Zengjun, Li Fusheng, Zang Cailing, Han Wenhai, Zhao Mingjian, Lin Lefeng, Chi Shangbin, Huang Xiangdong, Xu Jianping, Yang Yumin, Sun Jihai, Yang Xu, Feng Xiaoting, Zhao Xuri, Li Xuepeng, Zhu Ting, Qin Sheng, Yu Hanchao, Wang Dalei, Yang Shanping, Dong Fangzhuo, Zhou Haibin, Yan Xiangchuang, Cui Peng...... There are many famous players, and its football atmosphere is so strong that it is rare in the whole of China.

The two generations of Qin Yuanshan and Qin Wenbin, since the age of two or three from the age of their little grandson, threw him into a barrel full of strange smells, saying that it could "invigorate blood circulation and strengthen muscles and bones", but until the age of eleven, Qin Gude's physique was no different from that of an ordinary teenager - if it was effective, he had indeed rarely gotten sick in the past few years.

The reason why he was smiling just now was that he already knew the outcome of this World Cup, so he couldn't stand the optimistic predictions of the "former national team player".

Losing all three games, swallowing eight eggs, and not scoring a goal, this is the experience gained by the national football team in the only World Cup trip in history. In each World Cup since then, they and their juniors have been fighting hard for a place in the Asian qualifiers, and even changed from regulars in the quarterfinals and top 10 to jokes in the top 40 group games......

But now in 2002, China is at the peak of the football boom, and the media is almost filled with a kind of blind optimism and enthusiasm of "competing with Brazil for the first place", not to mention that Qin Gude is just an 11-year-old primary school student, even some sane football celebrities, do not dare to publicly pour cold water at this time.

Then they saw the cruelty of this world.

Ten days later.

“…… It was our first time in the World Cup, and although we didn't score a goal, we had a head-to-head encounter with a mighty Brazil team, and we gained valuable experience for these lads to pack their bags and go to the World Cup in Germany again four years later! ”

The narrator's voice on the TV was still echoing, but the atmosphere of the Qin family was a little heavy.

The faces of Qin Yuanshan and Qin Wenbin, father and son, were very ugly, and the old man who was nearly sixty years old had even kicked and smashed the thermos next to the sofa: "Forget about Brazil, don't talk about Turkey, Costa Rica, Costa Rica...... Can anyone sue me for what a small country this is? Can you also pour us three balls in China?! ”

"After all, it's the first time to enter the World Cup, and I have no experience," the daughter-in-law was busy putting out the fire for the two of them, "Didn't you also say it on TV, this time it will be a training force, and the next time it will definitely be much better." ”

Qin Goode stretched out his arms and slowly stood up from the small bench - the sofa had long been occupied by two true fans, and there was no place for him at all.

"You kid!" Qin Wenbin immediately drank him, "You didn't enter the school team this year?" ”

"Uh...... Didn't go in. Qin Gude replied honestly, "The physical education teacher said that I am not tall, my body is not strong, I can't run fast, I can't jump high, and I can play by myself, but I don't have any future in training." ”

Qin Yuanshan blew his beard and glared: "Grandpa made you a medicinal soup worth tens of thousands of yuan, how can you not be strong?" Do you understand it?! ”

"Their physical education teacher is an illiterate gymnast from an amateur gymnast, where can he understand football!" Qin Wenbin sighed, "I thought that I might be able to make a difference if I sent it to Northeast Road Primary School, but I didn't expect it to be a pearl secret investment!" ”

His daughter-in-law was a little unhappy: "My son studies so well, he is the first in the whole grade in the back exam, and he is at least a national cadre after he comes out of college, why do he have to play football!" Although Sun Jihai and Fan Zhiyi have gone abroad, I also know that most domestic players can't make a lot of money! ”

"Now that there is no distribution, where are the national cadres ......" The three ancestors and grandchildren of the Qin family muttered in unison.

"It's better than kicking a broken leg!" The daughter-in-law in charge of the house glared, and the three men immediately stopped talking.

"Goode! Come out and kick the ball! ”

Someone in the courtyard shouted.

Qin Gude answered, put on shoes and socks from the corner, and jumped out of the crack in the door.

There were already five or six teenage boys gathered in the yard, and there was a dirty leather ball.

"You've all watched the game?" Qin Gude stretched out his foot and jerked the ball and asked.

The boys nodded.

"Although Turkey is more ferocious, it is still the Brazilian team a few days ago, and those Ronald or something, it seems that they didn't use all their strength to beat us 4-0."

"Even if we go on the pitch and play, maybe we can score one." It was said.

Qin Gude couldn't help but laugh.

The slightly fat boy crossed his fingers seriously and said: "My father said that this World Cup will be held every four years, and in eight years, we will be nineteen or twenty, and we will be adults...... You will be able to participate in the World Cup. ”

Qin Goode's feet couldn't help shaking, and the falling ball smashed on the side of his instep and fell lightly to the ground.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at the slowly rolling football, and sighed faintly.

He wasn't laughing at the little fat man's indiscretion, just because he already knew what the outcome would be eight years later.