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But only slightly, the fanatical Chinese fans pulled out thick sticks out of nowhere, spewing colorful smoke and enveloping the small half of the Maracanã stadium.

FIFA President Sepp Blatter looked at the chaotic scene in the stadium and shook his head with a wry smile.

The most influential big man in world football has no way to deal with these hot-blooded Chinese.

He does not know Chinese Chinese, and his name is not enough to convince these audiences, even if they stand up and shout silence, the Chinese audience will probably definitely not have any reaction.

Fortunately, someone on the scene solved the problem for him.

"Hello Chinese fans."

The voice of a deep and deep Chinese man echoed at the Maracanã Stadium.

Immediately afterwards, eight large electronic screens over the stands simultaneously showed footage of the Chinese leader.

He didn't introduce his last name because he knew that it didn't need to be introduced.

Maybe Brazilian fans can't tell the difference between him and other Asians, but the Chinese in the stadium know themselves, and that's enough.

Chairman Xi, who was standing in the VIP box, was waving to the more than 10,000 Chinese fans in the stadium.

Even the most crazy fans stopped their movements after seeing this resolute face, and the blood that was close to boiling slowly returned to its original temperature.

"Be careful with the safety of the players." Chairman Xi didn't say anything big, but first reminded the fans who were doing dangerous moves not to forget Qin Gude and his teammates flying in the air because of listening to his own teachings.

It wasn't until everyone had landed smoothly that he spoke again:

"Our national team won the first World Cup in history, and as a fan, I'm just as happy as you, but it shouldn't affect the normal order of the tournament, right?"

"Let's watch the final award ceremony from the stands, and let's witness this great moment together!"

His words were short, but the fans immediately scrambled to climb into the stands and run back to their seats.

Despite this, the fans who ran past him still hugged him warmly, both men and women—but at least a few young girls gave him hot kisses and soft and fragrant eyes, and there were no more than just sweaty men.

Due to the unexpected riots, the medal ceremony had to be postponed a little, and FIFA staff rushed to clean the stadium and set up a simple podium, while the Chinese and German players returned to the dressing room to rest and prepare for the final ceremony.

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in the locker room.

Marcello Lippi, the head coach of the Chinese men's national football team, looked at the more than two dozen naked players, and before he could speak, he was sprayed in the face by two oncoming golden shockwaves.

"Ah, my glasses!"

The Italian silver fox immediately held the gold-wire glasses that he had just prepared for less than half a month to prevent himself from becoming blind again.

It wasn't until the shockwave had waned that he wiped his face in embarrassment, ready to find the bastards who dared to spray champagne on his head.

However, the players who had just played 90 minutes did not seem to be affected at all, and the two guys who had just been smiling brightly disappeared as soon as the manager turned his head.

Before Lippi, who was half drenched in champagne, could complain, a second wave of beer baths followed.

Qin Good, the captain of the team, directly carried a plastic bucket and smiled at him.

A slight smile is very captivating.

Thereupon...... Lippi was completely wet.

Zheng Zhi, who was wearing only a pair of pants, whistled vigorously, and then poured the second barrel of champagne on Qin Good, who had just withdrawn.

The "angry" Qin Gude immediately picked up a bottle of champagne from the ground that had not yet been opened, and shook it vigorously three times, ready to seek revenge on Zheng Zhi.

Then he found that he couldn't find the cunning captain of Evergrande, so he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and opened the cannon when he caught someone.

"Captain! Don't fire, it's me! ”

Wang Xiaolei screamed miserably, as if he had been hit in the chest by a torrent, and he took three steps back in an exaggerated manner before sitting down.

Qin Gude just wanted to say something, but was doused by another golden torrent.

So he picked up his spear and cannon and continued to fight fiercely with his teammates......

Chairman Cai, who pushed the door in and was about to give an enthusiastic speech, was also dizzy by the first shot, and even though the faces of the staff behind him changed drastically, the players who were on the rise ignored them.

Chairman Cai had no choice but to walk out of the locker room with Lippi and others, smoking and chatting in the corridor.

"A great victory, a successful World Cup." Chairman Cai took the towel from the hand of the accompanying secretary and vigorously wiped his hair, which was drenched with wine, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face, "Isn't it, Mr. Lippi?" ”

Lippi had already finished wiping his head, he carefully wiped the lenses, and replied with a smile: "Of course, Mr. Cai, today will definitely become the most memorable day in the history of Chinese football." ”

Chairman Cai nodded: "Perhaps...... Can we think about the next four years? ”

It's only been a year since Lippi took over the national team, and the old Italian fox also nodded: "Perhaps, we can talk slowly when we return to China, and I believe that we will have a lot of time to discuss the details." ”

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Maybe 2 minutes, maybe 5 minutes, there was a shrill whistle in the dressing room.

Chinese coach Li Tieren wiped his long flowing hair while helplessly conveying the head coach's words: "If you don't want to accept the award, then I will represent you, Chairman Xi is still waiting in the stands." ”

If it were just FIFA President Blatter, I'm afraid the players wouldn't have reacted much, but as soon as the name was mentioned, the players who had just won the game had to put away their guns and start bathing and changing.

Everyone washed away the golden liquor as fast as they could, and then changed into clean spare jerseys.

By the time Qin Goode and his teammates walked out of the court, the award ceremony had already begun.

FIFA has won bronze and silver medals for third runners-up Argentina and runners-up Germany.

In the third-place match the day before, Messi led the Pampas Eagles to defeat the leaderless Brazil 4-1, and the brace King did not at least let Argentina lose to his old enemy, which can be regarded as a hatred.

When he saw the dejected German players, he suddenly felt a little happy.

In a way, the third-place runner-up was even slightly more comfortable than the second-place runner-up......

"Now it's the final champion, the Chinese team takes the stage to receive the award!"

Zhang Bin's voice trembled slightly.

"This is the first time in the history of the World Cup that a team from Asia has won the championship trophy, although several other Asian teams have ......all failed in the group stage," Liu Jianhong rarely laughed at several neighbors, "This is not only the pride of the Chinese team, but also a proud day for the whole of Asia!" ”

In their voices, the players, coaches and officials of the Chinese team took the stage one after another, and FIFA President Sepp Blatter personally hung the golden medal above their heads.

Blatter didn't know anyone other than Lippi, and the football big man only said congratulations to Lippi: "How do you feel about being the only coach who has led different national teams to World Cup titles?" ”

"Very well, Mr. President," Lippi said with a cordial hug and a humble self-expression, "we are all just the ones who promote the sport of football to less developed regions. ”

Blatter smiled and hung the last gold medal around the neck of the last man.

The last man is, of course, the captain of the team.

"Congratulations, my dear God, you who are omnipotent have really performed miracles here." Blatter patted Qin Goode on the cheek and lifted a golden boot trophy from the ceremonial hand, "There is also a super record of 22 goals." ”

"Thank you, Mr. President." Qin Gude took over the trophy symbolizing the honor of the top scorer in this World Cup, "This is what I should do." ”

Then he realized that he might not be able to get the last Hercules Cup, because Blatter turned and pulled out a small trophy.

"The honor of the best player of the tournament is rightfully awarded to you." The FIFA boss handed it to him with a smile, "You should find a teammate to help you share these honors." ”

Qin Gude had no choice but to hand over these two trophies to Wu Lei and Wang Xiaolei respectively.

Then he stood there with his bare hands, waiting for the last moment.

The tall Hercules Cup was lifted by two strong men, and Blatter solemnly handed it over to the winner of this World Cup, the captain of the Chinese team.

Qin Gude took a deep breath, bent down slightly, and grabbed the edge of the trophy tightly from their hands.

Then he turned to the red stands, stiffened his waist, and raised it high against the red tide of 10,000 people!

The cheers reached their peak in an instant.

The whole grandstand was trembling.

The whole Maracanã was shaking.

The whole of China is trembling.

The whole world seems to be trembling!

"Audience friends, when you grow old in the future, sitting by the fireplace and holding your grandson to tell him the story of the World Cup, you will not miss the 2014 World Cup in Brazil, because the Chinese team won the final championship, and this day will forever remain in the memory of every Chinese football and will never be erased."

Duan Yixuan's voice was transmitted to hundreds of millions of families in a tremor:

"At this moment, a thousand words can't describe the feelings in my heart, I just want to say one word......

Long live Chinese football!

Long live Qin Goode!

Long live China! ”