In the applause of the 80,000 spectators, Qin Gude wore the captain's armband and went off the field, without handing the armband to Sun Jihai or any other teammate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He is the captain of the Chinese national team, and he is the unique soul and core of the team!

No one can replace you!

Although the general rule is that a team must have a captain on the field, referee Rizzoli acquiesced to this.

After all, there was not much time, and he would not call Qin Gude back again, and then re-tie the armband to another teammate in half a minute.

Qin Gude did not deliberately delay time, he even ran two steps slightly, and then high-fived Cai Huikang, officially disconnected from the game.

Lippi, who was guarding behind, smiled and stretched out his right hand to him: "If I could be 20 years younger, I would definitely impulsively kneel down and polish your shoes and do a good job." ”

"Now you're the most decorated manager in the world, Marcello." Qin Gude clapped his palm, and then hugged each other.

He certainly wasn't afraid of offending the club's manager: Alex Ferguson was retired and Neville was poor.

"Then I want to congratulate you...... became the leading scorer in World Cup history, and ...... It set a record that stunned all future generations. "Lippi and his core will tout each other.

However, the core did not appreciate it: "Oh no, this record will not last long. ”

Lippi was slightly stunned.

22 goals in a single game, a stat that most strikers can't reach all season...... Who can break this record?!

But I heard Qin Gude say with a smile: "Shouldn't you also think about four years later?" ”

Lippi's eyes couldn't help but bend, and he smiled and patted Qin Gude's back: "God...... You're crazy. ”

-

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind,

How loud the victory song is......"

Those red people had already stood up from their seats, and they didn't know who was the first to sing, and when Qin Gude noticed it, even the domestic audience thousands of miles away heard this familiar song from the speakers of the TV.

"Sing of our dear Motherland,

From now on, we will be prosperous and strong......"

The last two minutes were just enough for the spectators in the stands to finish singing a song.

While the final line of the victory song was still echoing over the court, Rizzoli puffed out his cheeks one last time and blew hard outward.

"Drip, drip, drip!"

When the final whistle finally sounded over the Maracanã, the historic stadium erupted in the most enthusiastic cheers since the start of the game.

The red wave became even crazier in an instant, and large swaths of the stands were dyed in bright colors.

The German players fell to the ground in pain, covering their faces with their hands, or they were so sad that tears fell from their eyes.

They looked at the Hercules Cup close at hand, but they couldn't reach out and lift it.

They couldn't even bear to look at the Chinese players who were crazily hugging each other, those who were crying with joy...... It was supposed to be themselves.

-

The 22 Chinese players cried with joy, whether it was the 11 standing in the field or the 11 who had just rushed to the turf from the bench at the moment, they were running in one direction at the fastest speed of their own.

It was the stand where the red wave was most turbulent, and in this stand, there were more than 10,000 black-haired, black-eyed and yellow-skinned fans crying with joy.

Some people are frantically shaking the red flag in their hands, others are enjoying tears of happiness, and countless fans are pouring over the low electronic billboards under the stands towards their heroes!

The heavily armed on-site security guards couldn't stop the enthusiastic and tearful Chinese fans, who only made two symbolic resistances before they went from interceptors to guides, and they even manually pushed the billboards to help the Chinese fans pour into the stadium that had been trampled for 90 minutes.

Qin Gude, who was celebrating with his teammates, was the first target to be targeted.

"Qin Good!"

"Qin Good!"

"Qin Good!"

The first fan was probably a sprinter, he shook off countless opponents with the speed of a 100-meter sprint, hugged the captain of the Chinese team, and then kissed him viciously!

"I love you! I love you to death! ”

This big man, who was taller than Qin Goode and had muscles almost breaking through his vest, suddenly burst into tears after a wild gnaw, and the words that he wanted to blurt out were choked in his throat at the moment, and he couldn't spit it out anymore.

Before Qin Gude could comfort him, he was pulled out of the arms of the strong man by the compatriots who came from all directions.

Those who can rush to the front are, of course, five big and three thick, strong men with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, he is like a doll, ravaged and gnawed by these strong men, and then he was thrown directly into the air!

Wu Lei, who was not far away, showed a look of envy in his eyes, he just wanted to sigh, but found that he was thrown high by those enthusiastic strong men like other teammates!

All 22 players took to the skies!

And then there are those simple roars:

"Long live Qin Gude!"

"Long live the national football team!"

"Long live China!"

-

"I'm sorry." Lippi expressed his regret to his opponent.

At this moment, he won't ramble on too many words, such as "It's a shame, you've done a great job" and "I'll come back next time", which will only make people feel hypocritical.

Loew's face was still ugly, and he had once again brushed shoulders with the trophy he had missed for eight years!

And this time, he's closer than ever to this trophy!

Falling in front of the trophy is definitely much more uncomfortable than falling in the semi-finals, quarter-finals, round of 16, or even qualifying from the group!

For him, the medal of the runner-up is not even an honor, but a disgrace!

He gritted his teeth, tried not to look too fierce, and then congratulated the Italian coach: "Congratulations. ”

-

High up in the VIP seat, German Chancellor Angela Merkel has recovered from her pale face.

She turned her body slightly and stretched out her chubby right hand to the Chinese leader beside her: "It's really an amazing game, congratulations to the Chinese team for winning the World Cup, Mr. Xi." ”

"Thank you." The small-eyed man smiled and accepted her congratulations, "It's a pity that there can only be one winner, but the spirit shown by the German team is worthy of admiration." ”

Merkel shrugged her shoulders, and with her size, these movements were not chic at all: "I have to go and comfort these boys, I am out of company." ”

Despite her efforts to maintain the demeanor of a leader in front of outsiders, the small-eyed man could already sense her mood from her cold right hand.

The Chinese leader's gaze shifted from the German chancellor to the red wave that had taken up most of the field, and he smiled with relief as he looked at the 22 players who were tossed high by the crowd.

World Cup winners?

What a surprising and surprising result.

This is really the best Chinese dream.