A local hospital in Rio. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Many Brazilians have seen a glittering trophy slowly enter the largest hospital in the region.

It was the trophy they had just seen on TV a day earlier.

That's the Hercules Cup that they already own.

It is the sixth trophy that the Brazilian wants to lift on his home soil.

But this trophy does not belong to them, to a team that they have almost no memory of.

The Brazilian patients' eyes twinkled with doubt as they watched as the young lads carried the trophy quietly to a hospital room and pushed the door open with the doctor's permission.

"Brother Shao, we are the champions."

Qin Gude placed the Hercules Cup, a symbol of supreme honor, in front of the white hospital bed and whispered.

The man in the hospital bed closed his eyes tightly and did not react.

Wu Lei, the youngest in the team, wiped his eyes, and his voice was a little choked:

"Brother Shao, we will not forget the sacrifice you have made for us...... The whole country will always remember you......"

"You're going to give me a memorial service?!"

A calm voice rang out.

"This kid, can you speak?!" Sun Jihai slapped Wu Lei's head, "How long do you have to lie down?" We're going home tomorrow, can you catch up? ”

"It's just that the skin is scratched, and there is a slight concussion, and I will be able to recuperate overnight today, and I can be discharged from the hospital early tomorrow morning."

Shao Jia glanced at Qin Goode: "Your voice was too small just now, so I didn't hear it!" ”

Qin Gude rolled his eyes: "You can't hear it yourself...... Can I be blamed for this? What about sister-in-law? ”

"I'm going out to bask in the sun with my daughter, don't talk about this, you bring the trophy and let me touch it......" Shao Jiayi beckoned to him.

Qin Gude smiled and put the small trophy on his hospital bed.

"Yo, it looks small, it's quite heavy to pick up......" Shao Jia was amazed, and then couldn't put it down.

"By the way, here's your piece." Qin Gude took out a gold medal from his pocket and threw it on Shao Jiayi's chest with a "snap".

Shao Jia put down the trophy slightly, picked up the gold medal, reflexively stuffed it into his mouth, and bit it hard, then he shook his head and told all his teammates with a serious face: "...... This TNND FIFA also sells fakes, right, just this material...... Definitely not pure gold! ”

"Almost, if you dislike it, give it to me, I'm worried about how to divide it between the two girls." Sun Jihai reached out to grab it without saying a word.

"Brother Hai, why don't you give me your gold medal? I'm two girls, too! Shao Jia lifted the quilt and kicked his legs in a dashing manner, kicking away his old teammates who were trying to take it from him.

"Look at your vigorous skills, where is the dying patient...... Hurry up and pack up and get out of the hospital. Qin Gude waved his hand, "Save netizens from thinking that you sacrificed for the country, and the Football Association is ready to recognize you as a martyr." ”

"I'm just not discharged from the hospital," Shao Jiayi hurriedly lay back down, "If I am discharged from the hospital, your sister-in-law will definitely take me to walk the street for another day, and just rest quietly...... Isn't it good? ”

Thinking of his shopping plan with Ether in the afternoon, Qin Goode felt that he could understand the mood of this old teammate.

His legs were limp.

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Qin Goode's legs really weakened.

It's just that after accompanying Aiser for an hour, Qin Gude feels that his two legs are no longer his own.

After all, he had only experienced the most critical fierce battle yesterday, and all the muscles in his body were recovering.

"Hey," he shook his head, and persuaded his little girlfriend Lubeck who was holding his arm, "You should buy two, I think that dress just now looks good, at least ...... You should try it. ”

Just give it a try, and he, as a boyfriend, can get precious respite......

Ether snorted, "I'm in a bad mood and just want to see." ”

"You're racing," Qin Gude pleaded, "I'm just a football player......"

The little German fairy snorted again: "Do you bully us and there is no one in Germany?" ”

"If it goes on like this, the muscles in my whole body will stiffen, and it will be difficult to soften any longer," Qin Gude blinked, like a lewd uncle who seduced and committed crimes, "Are you sure you want to punish me like this?" ”

-

Early in the morning of the second day after the final, all members of the Chinese national men's football team chartered a flight back.

"Brother Hai, do you remember October 7, 2001?"

Shao Jiayi, who was teasing his little daughter, asked casually.

"October 7th? What for? Suddenly I didn't have a head and no brains to ask this, is it the tenth anniversary of our acquaintance? ”

Sun Jihai, who was sitting in the front row, first laughed and teased, and then was stunned for a moment:

"You're talking about...... What was the qualifying day of the year? ”

"Nonsense, my tenth anniversary with you isn't that early." Shao Jia sighed at the gold medal hanging around his neck, but his little daughter reached out to grab it.

Sun Jihai raised his chin slightly: "How can you forget this?" Tiezi, what about you? ”

Li Tieren sighed: "You haven't even forgotten that you have a bad memory, how can I forget?" ”

"yes, how could this be forgotten?"

Zhang Bin and Liu Jianhong, who were also sitting in the cabin, let out a sigh in unison.

Zhang Bin glanced at his colleague: "That morning, I didn't even get a taxi after work, so I had to trot all the way over, and I was half an hour later than usual when I got home." ”

Liu Jianhong smiled: "Me too, I still remember...... He Wei had just come to the TV station at that time, and he directly asked for sick leave, and in the end he did not deduct his salary. ”

He Wei scratched his hair: "Brother Liu, can't you be so good at this performance?" I was fooled by Brother Xuan! ”

Duan Yixuan laughed: "I'm going to do an on-site interview, not absenteeism!" ”

"Can I ask......" Zhang Xizhe, a post-90s player, raised his hand weakly: "What are you talking about?" ”

Captain Qin, who is also a post-90s generation, glanced at him: "That's what you said...... The national team has officially qualified for the first time, right? ”

"October 7, 2001, it was a Sunday, and I remember it very clearly......"

Duan Yixuan fell into memory:

"It was our match against Oman, it was 1-0, I remember correctly, right?"

Many people answered him: "That's right! ”

"This game allowed us to officially qualify for the finals of the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup, even if you are born in the 90s, you should know the meaning of this," Duan Yixuan inadvertently offended the Chinese captain who was born in the 90s, "After the game, tens of thousands of fans poured into the streets to start celebrating, not only male young fans, but also many middle-aged and elderly people, young girls, women holding children, and the children in their arms don't even understand why adults are happy, But everyone's faces were filled with joy beyond their means......"

"At that time, we took the subway to Wangfujing, and the subway was crowded with the same excited people, even more dense than it is now, more than ten years later. Why do you want to do Wangfujing? Duan Yixuan smiled, "With such a large flow of people, the East and West Station of the square is not allowed to get off at all." ”

He Wei took over the conversation: "I still remember the scene of leaving the station, we all thought that we were the fastest people to arrive, but as soon as we left the station, we saw an endless crowd of people, and everyone was elated. There are people on the sidewalk, there are people on the bicycle path, the cars on the main road can't move, and they probably don't want to go, honking their horns without restraint, and some people leaning out of the car window and shouting 'We have qualified', 'Chinese team Niu B'......

At the north exit of Tiananmen East Station, less than three meters in the direction of Tiananmen Square, I saw seven or eight men, some with turbans tied on their heads, some holding national flags, sitting on the road next to the north exit and crying bitterly. There are those who cry while smoking, those who cry while holding their heads, those who cry while kowtowing to the sky, and those who grin, but they can't laugh, and finally turn into crying.

There was a lot of people, but when everyone walked past them, they immediately gave way to a place. There were also people who were very kind enough to pat them on the shoulder and hug them.

I walked over to them and said, "Brother, we're qualified, we should be happy today!"

One of the men responded while crying: I'm happy! I'm so happy! ”

"You say...... How can such a once-in-a-century prosperous era be forgotten? ”