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Because he didn't want to see Qin Good, his old teammate.

When he saw the veteran players in the starting line-up on the opposite side in high spirits, he could almost imagine the end of his team.

"Get up!

People who don't want to be slaves!

...... our flesh and blood"

The feeling of 80,000 people singing the national anthem is enough to make every Chinese remember it for a lifetime.

Qin Goode's body seemed to be trembling, and the hot blood was surging in his body.

His original intention of playing football was not to save the already desperate national football team, but when he put on the bright red shirt, watched the crowd full of red, and listened to the 80,000 people cheering for him, he felt that he was fighting for this country!

Fight for these adorable fans!

Like him, the Chinese team members also trembled to varying degrees.

But the difference between them and Qin Gude is that Qin Gude is excited and excited, but they are really nervous. Qin Goode was able to devote himself to the game as soon as he came on the court, and his teammates were afraid that they would have to tremble for a while.

But that's okay, it just adds to the core players' abilities.

“1-0！”

Before many people could turn on the television, Liu Jianhong's voice full of ecstasy came from the house next door.

"The opening 45 seconds! The Chinese team scored a lightning goal! The scorer is No. 22 Qin Good! ”

"I was worried that the Chinese players were generally a little nervous before, and I was afraid that they would not be able to perform at their original level under huge pressure, but I was obviously worried a lot." Zhang Lu curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and then threw out the central idea of his words, "Qin Gude deserves to be Qin Gude!" He calmed the anxiety of his teammates with a very unreasonable personal performance! What's so scary about the Japanese team?! ”

The whole Japanese team did not expect the opposition to launch a resolute attack from the start, and their left wing-back had not had time to distinguish their markers, and the score was rewritten.

In fact, even Shao Jiayi didn't expect that his extremely simple pass would directly become an assist.

Yang Xu knocked the ball to Artemisia Jun, who kicked him back, and the captain of the Chinese team just handed the ball to his most trusted teammate according to his own habits.

Then he saw countless grass and mud flying behind Qin Good, and a red flying dragon slaughtered into a flock of panicked hens.

Qin Gude directly knocked into the Japanese team Nagato Hohito and blasted the away team's goal open with a merciless blast, which also opened the scoring frenzy of the game.

“2-0！ In, in, in! The spectators who missed the first goal had just poured their teacups with the first cup of hot water, and Liu Jianhong's machine-gun-like celebration made their hands tremble.

"Just the seventh minute! The Chinese team is in the next city! Goalscorer: Qin Good! Liu Jianhong picked up his cup and drank most of the steaming tea in it, "Shao Jiayi's left foot was stuffed directly behind the Japanese team, and Qin Goode instantly completed the anti-offside position, a relaxed and freehand outside instep!" ”

"Hehe," Zhang Lu laughed, "The Japanese goalkeeper just closed his eyes directly, he must have thought that Gude would shoot again, so he completely gave up resistance!" ”

Luo Guangming is just an ordinary office worker, in his early forties, he belongs to the inconspicuous category of people in the tens of millions of people in the imperial capital, as a pseudo fan, he usually only watches the airport European league broadcast live on the central sports channel, and has no interest in domestic football, if it weren't for the twelve-year-old son who likes it, he would definitely not spend more than a thousand yuan to buy these two expensive tickets.

For these two tickets, his pocket money for the month was completely overdrawn - because they did not dare to apply for activity funds from the house's female treasurer.

And in order to watch the match, which was held on Tuesday afternoon, he had to ask the company for a day off, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to have additional leave this month.

Damn the national team, why not on the weekend?

On the way to the Bird's Nest, they waited for three subway trips in a row before they barely squeezed in, and in the crowded carriage, Luo Guangming carefully covered the wallet of Grandpa Mao, who no longer had a few pieces, while protecting his son in front of him.

In just half an hour, his shirt was already wet with sweat, and the slightly chubby Luo Guangming even felt a little tightness in his chest.

Damn the national team, why don't you play outside the five rings!

After queuing for nearly two hours outside the aisle with the crowd, and after going through extremely strict security checks, Luo Guangming really entered the stadium, and when he found a seat, he ignored his son by his side, and scolded the eighteen ancestors of the ticket gate staff eighteen times with those fans.

These stupid hangers, knowing that they will definitely be full today, you won't open a few more wickets?!

In order to ensure safety, let everyone line up, so only four entrances and exits can be opened?

Which stupid logic is this?!

You might as well not sell tickets at all!

Isn't it safer to put no one in it!

Of course, he didn't know why the security level of this game had suddenly been raised to an extraordinarily strict level.

But after only watching the game for 7 minutes, Luo Guangming had no complaints at all.

Together with his son, he sang along with 80,000 of his compatriots.

sang the "March of the Volunteers", which he had never touched since graduating from elementary school and was considered too vulgar by him to be vulgar.

Although he hadn't sung it for 30 years, and he thought he had forgotten it, the lyrics seemed to pop out on their own, and the familiar melody came out of his mouth.

In the eighth minute, he and 79,999 of his compatriots let out an earth-shattering cheer.

“3-0！” Liu Jianhong's voice resounded throughout the Bird's Nest - while he broadcast live to hundreds of millions of TV viewers, he also gave an explanation to the 80,000 live audience, "In less than ten minutes after the opening, the Chinese team scored three goals in a row!" The scorer, number 22...... "He deliberately dragged out his voice.

"Qin Good!"

"Qin Good!"

"Qin Good!"

Luo Guangming felt that he was about to explode, and the blood that had been sleeping for a long time seemed to be about to erupt from his veins, and he couldn't help himself to let out the loudest roar, which converged with the voices of seventy-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine compatriots, and overturned the roof of the bird's nest.

Ring the clouds!

This time Qin Gude did not celebrate, he snatched the football from the Japanese goalkeeper and rushed back to the center circle as fast as he could.

He looked up at the big screen on the sidelines, and it was just 8 minutes and 25 seconds.

"Interesting."

In a certain box, a middle-aged man in his sixties smiled.

The head of Chinese football can only stay behind through the guards, and he doesn't know what the big guy in front of him is laughing at.

But it's always good to laugh.

“4-0！” Liu Jianhong felt his throat tear at this moment, and he was almost going crazy, "Oh my God, my God, my God!" ”

"With a four-goal lead in 10 minutes, the game can be declared over." Zhang Lu wiped the corners of his eyes, "No one can stop him." ”

"Long live Qin Gude!" Liu Jianhong issued his last cry, "Long live China!" ”

With his shout, the bird's nest of 80,000 people completely boiled.

This is not a bird's nest, this is the place where dragons rise.

That red dragon is on a killing spree!

Oh, no.

He's close to going berserk!

By the way, there seems to be a monthly pass event?

Then I'll ask for a monthly pass, thank you. (To be continued.) )