When Tang Hong questioned his teammates, he didn't expect answers, he needed them to act!

Take action that is bound to defeat Iraq!

He saw the time on the big screen, with less than 20 seconds left in stoppage time.

He didn't think too much about it, put the ball in place and knocked it back, then turned and sprinted forward.

But he was still the only one who sprinted forward!

A number of Iraqi players flanked him from front to back, left and right!

When Zheng Zhi hoisted the ball into the Iraqi penalty area, Tang Hong fell to the ground because he was entangled by the opponents left and right before he entered the penalty area!

He turned his head on the ground, hoping that the referee would blow the whistle for a foul!

But the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game!

Tang Hong, who was kneeling on the ground, angrily slapped the turf with both hands!

The Iraqi generals were relieved, but their coach Zico stared at Tang Hong from the sidelines, like a spectator.

Zico muttered in a low voice before turning to walk over to Camacho for a post-match handshake, "A lion can't lead a flock of sheep into battle." ”

Just as Zico walked towards Camacho and the two managers shook hands after the game, a scene suddenly appeared on the field that surprised the audience.

Tang Hong stood up and quickly rushed to his teammates who had relaxed and seemed to be ready to leave.

The defenders don't rush up, understandably.

The midfielder can barely accept it without rushing up.

But the striker was still walking, and it was unbearable for him.

He rushed to Gao Lin like a wounded and enraged beast, and roared at him with a hideous expression: "Why don't you force it? Can't run? Still don't want to win at all! ”

Tang Hong almost sprayed saliva on Gao Lin's face, Gao Lin pushed Tang Hong away with his backhand, and frowned: "You only played in the second half, but we played the whole game!" Don't think you're the only one who wants to win! If you don't win, why don't you score a goal again! ”

Tang Hong took a few steps back, staggered under his feet, and almost fell to the ground, he stabilized his body and rushed forward again, angrily scolding: "If you can't run, roll down!" What else is there to play if you don't want to win, not to win? Don't you know that if you can't win this game, your hope of advancing will be slim? ”

Gao Lin suddenly became angry, and yelled at Tang Hong: "You have high talent and good skills, but it doesn't mean that you are qualified to blame your teammates!" Who doesn't want to win! Not winning the game is not a matter of one person or two, everyone has worked hard! ”

Zheng Zhi came to the middle of the two at this time to separate the two, and Tang Hong was furious!

"Don't use any talent here as an excuse! Don't use the team as a shield! It depends on how much you give! Worked hard? Your effort is to watch that time is running out, but you can still walk on the field, but you don't even have an active confrontation and scramble, right? Don't insult the word effort! ”

Zheng Zhi blocked Tang Hong and whispered to him: "It's understandable that we didn't win and were in a bad mood, but we are teammates, don't say it as if everyone didn't pay to defend the honor." ”

There have been a lot of teammates gathered around, and it seems that Tang Hong's words to Gao Lin just now made many teammates stand on Gao Lin's side, and even Tang Hong can feel that he is the object of being hated by most people.

Tang Hong was deflated, took a step back, raised his hand and gently pushed Zheng Zhi's chest, then shook his head and said astringently: "Let's put the honor aside, what qualifications do we have to talk about honor for this performance?"

Football is a very simple game, run more, grab more, pass more, this is the most basic.

I really don't know why we play like a draw when we're behind, like a lead when we're drawing, like we can accept it without losing, and we don't have the belief and fighting spirit to win at all.

Yes, without fighting spirit and faith.

Talent?

Where were these Iraqi players when some of you played at the World Junior Championships six or seven years ago?

Team?

What is our team spirit?

We don't have a lot of people playing football, but we have the most people in the world who support us.

Kicking like this, who can hold their heads up......"

Tang Hong's voice was already very small in the end, so small that only he and Zheng Zhi, who was closest to him, could hear it.

He blinked vigorously, like a sore throat and unwilling to make him ashamed of all the Chinese fans in the stands.

Those people didn't come here to wave their flags and shout, and those people didn't know anything about football and walked into this stadium by chance.

Tang Hong lowered his head and walked towards the players' tunnel around everyone, his back full of loss and gloom.

After he walked into the players' tunnel, the Chinese fans in the stands reacted, and they invariably chanted in unison, "Tang Hong!" ”

"Tang Hong!"

"Tang Hong!"

The fans are not blind, they can definitely see who is really fighting in the game, who is really fighting for victory.

Tang Hong did what a lot of people wanted to do, to ask other Chinese players.

Are you really unable to run?

Do you really think a draw is acceptable?

Are you still not here to play?

Let's forget about honor, promotion, and victory and defeat.

Is it wrong to simply play a football game, the game is not over, and go all out to win?

Without this dedication, what is the point of playing?

Tang Minghui looked sad in the box, hesitating whether to call Tang Hong.

And Qian Yu was expressionless and secretly gritted his teeth.

Syllable!

Lin Xingyu dropped a bottle of wine, obviously angry!

With an extremely cold expression, he took out his mobile phone and called out.

Qian Yu thought that Lin Xingyu was going to contact Tang Hong, but when he heard what Lin Xingyu said on the phone, he was stunned.

"Contact me with the General Administration of Sports, and I will personally pay 500 million yuan to smash their door! The coach of the Chinese team changed for me!

What a bunch of bullshit players are they!

They don't deserve it at all! ”

I'm afraid that only Qian Yu can understand what Lin Xingyu means by "unworthy".

It's not that he doesn't deserve the position of the national team, but he doesn't deserve to be Tang Hong's teammate!

And 500 million should be Lin Xingyu's entire net worth now.

He did not show up for the interview with Tang Hong after the game, he quickly showered in the locker room and then went to the parking lot, called a car and went to the airport.

Originally, he was supposed to rest in China for a day, and maybe even go back to Tianhai to take a look at He Zhuqing and his younger siblings, but Tang Hong only wanted to go back to Braga now.

His phone kept vibrating, there were text messages, there were phone calls.

He didn't answer any of the calls.

He was contacted by someone from the management of the national team, and he had no intention of going to an ideological education class.

Anyway, the national team competition in October has been played, and as for whether he will be called up for the national team next month, he doesn't care now.

As he himself said, put aside the honor or something.

If the game loses the meaning of football itself, it doesn't matter to him whether to play or not.

He Zhuqing sent him a message, only three words.

"Let's go home."

Tang Hong replied, "I'm going back to Portugal."

He is not going to give up on football because of today's unhappiness.

And Bai Mu, who hadn't been in touch for a long time, bombarded him with text messages, letting Tang Hong know that she had definitely watched the game, but she didn't know if she was in the stands.

"I want to give you a comforting hug."

"Tell me where you are, I'll fly to you, I want to be with you!"

"Hurry up and get in a good mood, the world will be bright and bright tomorrow."

"We can be knocked down, but no one can stop us from getting up from the ground!"

"Go do something that interests you, and you'll get rid of your worries quickly."

......

Bai Mu would send a text message to Tang Hong every 10 to 20 minutes, and there were also text messages from other people to Tang Hong, all of whom were teammates from Tianhai in the past, as well as teammates from the former national junior team.

Tang Hong finally replied to Bai Mu with a message.

"I'm fine, thank you."

As for the messages like Zhao Hanchun and Luo Hongkai scolding the street, Tang Hong was not interested in replying.

Maybe it was too fast from the end of the game to leaving the stadium and arriving at the airport, Tang Hong walked alone but did not attract reporters or fans, when the national team went from Beijing to Shenzhen, there were many reporters and fans outside the airport, and Tang Hong also signed many fans.

The plane from Shenzhen to Lisbon had to wait for a while, and Tang Hong waited patiently in the VIP lounge, but Bai Mu was still sending text messages to comfort him.

He is not a person who needs to be coaxed, but someone shushing the cold and asking for warmth naturally warms his heart.

Especially when he saw a message from Bai Mu, Tang Hong fell into a state of trance.

"I used to think I couldn't tell secrets, but now I can't say them when I find out sad."

Tang Hong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and replied to her with a message.

"It's so uncomfortable, I can't tell."

Board and go.

Keep playing in European football!

There is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine.