"Xiao Rong, hurry up, no matter how slow you are, you won't be able to catch up with the opening ceremony." Lao Rong took Xiao Rong's hand and ran fast in the fan tunnel.

The Bukit Jalil National Stadium, which was completed this year, is the most modern international stadium in Malaysia and will also be the home of the Malaysian national team. It was built for next year's Commonwealth Games, and the top 10 play-off was held to help attract popularity to the venue in advance.

The 100,000-capacity modern stadium has spurred a wave of tourism in Malaysia, and China and Japan are not far from Malaysia, and the stadium sold out 100,000 tickets for this play-off. That is, at least 100,000 fans crowded into the stadium today to cheer on both teams.

While running, Lao Rong and Xiao Rong tied the headband of "China Victory" bought in Jinzhou to the top of their brains, took off their raincoats, and changed them into red T-shirts.

took out two small red flags from his bag and held them in his hands, turning into two hardcore Chinese fans.

Although Lao Rong is engaged in business in Fuzhou, he has a certain reputation in the local area. Coupled with the last time I went to Golden State to watch the game, I made several posts on the Internet, and I have become a "little celebrity". But even then, he prefers to buy cheap tickets.

This is because most of the people who buy cheap tickets are fans who watch the game very seriously.

Here, you don't know anyone, you can blend in, you can shout, curse, jump, hug, laugh, cry to your heart's content, and you don't have to worry about whether a reporter is sneaking at you with a camera, and you don't have to pay attention to your demeanor like sitting on the rostrum or VIP stage. In the stands, there are no chairmen, CEOs, intellectuals, students, white-collar workers, laid-off workers, retired cadres... There is only one kind of person, and that is the fan who forgets all the dedication.

Even if it is as difficult as the Long March to go to the toilet or buy Coke, even if you are often watched vigilantly by the stadium security guards, even if you almost spend twice as long as others every time you enter, even if sometimes it is just to sit in that seat for an hour and a half, in order to devote yourself to that kind of indulgence... It's also worth it for these two hardcore national football fans, one big and one small!

"You two are really good! Running over to watch the game in the rain? The fans who had already been seated on the side laughed loudly, and it seemed that they were also in a hurry from China.

After talking, Lao Rong learned that the online name "Quan Kan" actually abandoned his financial settlement in Singapore and directly bought a ticket to fly to Malaysia. I tossed back and forth for days, just to sit in this seat for an hour and a half.

Soon, Lao Rong and Xiao Rong mingled with the fans around them. During this period, Lao Rong took out the telescope he bought for more than 3,000 yuan and looked around the stands.

Most of the seats here are Chinese fans, and everyone is dressed in red, which can be seen at a glance.

The fans carrying the Japanese flag huddled in the corners of the stands, like a small boat in the ocean.

A lot of the stands are obviously centralized for ticket buying, and groups are very organized. There are those who jump collectively, beat drums collectively, change colors collectively, lead singing, and lead shouting slogans.

However, there are more stragglers like Lao Rong and Quan Kan, who don't know anyone before and after. Everyone shouted slogans, sang songs, made waves, and slowly moved huge national flags and large slogans, and it was not easy to coordinate as a whole.

The sky was gray, and the lights around the stands lit up the stadium, and you could even see the reflective water droplets on the lawn.

The grandstand of Lao Rong is a little remote, but it is condescending and has an unobstructed view.

After a while, a commotion rang out below the stands. With a sudden high-pitched shout, through the binoculars, Ladd appeared on the side of the court at some point.

The old man followed the customs, and now he is dressed in red, and he is very chic.

He held an umbrella in one hand and waved the other to the fans in the stands before duckling into the dugout.

"It seems that Ladd also counted the mobilization of fan emotions in the whole tactics today, tsk tsk, today is a must-win!" Looking at Ladd, who slipped out to command the fans while the players were still warming up, Wang Junsheng sat in the chairman's stand and said with a smile.

The stadium of 100,000 people was attended by more than 60,000 Chinese fans. And the local fans in Malaysia have only squeezed in more than 20,000. With these two waves, Ladd can be regarded as an experience of what it means to "respond to all calls".

At this time, the Japanese team members warmed up in laps under the leadership of the captain. What they didn't expect was that it provoked a lot of boos, and it was very rhythmic.

When they arrived at the north stand, a "woo" on the north side drove the Japanese players away; Running back to the south, the south side is also a "woo", which looks like a pack of wolves being locked up in a small courtyard by tens of thousands of people, and being shouted back and forth by a huge sound.

Xiao Rong laughed widely, and from the binoculars, he clearly saw the Japanese team's eyes flashing with unconcealable horror.

There are too many Chinese!

In the end, the Japanese players had to huddle in a small open space under their fans' stands to warm up.

And when the Chinese team began to organize running circles, everyone let go of the wolves who were already a little out of their souls. Everywhere the Chinese players went, the audience stood up and cheered through the sky.

When the live broadcast began to broadcast the list of Chinese players, every name was pronounced, the audience of 60,000 people responded loudly, and Ou Chuliang and General Fan received the most applause.

When it was broadcast to Ladd, the roar of the audience was extraordinarily long. It can be seen how much the fans love the former Yugoslav coach who brought the Chinese team here.

By the time the players officially entered the stadium, the fans' throats had already begun to itch.

"I knew I brought the horn in!" Quan Kan complained.

When he went through security, he left the horn in a small basket next to him. But when I entered the stadium, I found that there were many people here who hid their horns in their clothes and pants and blended into the stadium.

"Dad, Dad, look, Ou Chuliang and they are in!" Xiao Rong held the binoculars and looked excitedly at the Chinese players who were holding the little caddies and lined up.

"Did you see Li Tie?" Lao Rong asked.

"No, Li Tie didn't start today, he's on the bench!" Xiao Rong pouted.

Since seeing Li Tie's "Meng" kick in Jinzhou, Xiaorong immediately became a die-hard fan of Li Tie.

Who doesn't love a player on the pitch who can score goals?

In Xiao Rong's binoculars, Ou Chuliang was smiling, General Fan was sorting out the collar of the little caddy, and Peng Weiguo was shaking his head from side to side. The caddy in front of him was so "prominent" that I don't know if it was intentional by the organizer or for some other reason, the highest of the 22 caddies was arranged in front of Peng Weiguo. In the screen, half of his face was directly blocked, which looked very funny.

At this time, a high national anthem sounded.

"Arise, you who do not want to be slaves!"

At this moment, all the Chinese stood up, stood upright, and sang in unison in the rain.

My grandson, Chen Tang, sat in the middle of a large group of Chinese fans, looking at the Chinese fans standing up one by one and solemnly singing the national anthem, and a shiver came from the depths of his soul.

"Hearing this song, I'm afraid that no Japanese in the audience can still stand..."

It wasn't until the chorus of 60,000 people finished singing that Lao Rong sat down, took out a pack of tissues from his backpack, and began to wipe the rain on the lenses.

Then set up the binoculars, put the camera, pick up the flag... When everything was ready, there was a sudden burst of deafening cheers from the stands.

"What?" Lao Rong exclaimed.

When he looked into the middle of the pitch again, the black and white football was right in the net right under his nose.

Oh my God, what just happened?

"Daddy, Daddy, the ball is in! Scored! China scored!! Xiao Rong was already cheering on the side. He, like the rest of the fans, jumped up from his seat in desperation, raised his hands to the highest level, and maximized everything that could make a sound, including the glossa.

"Scoring so quickly? Who got in? Lao Rong hurriedly asked.

"I don't know!" Xiao Rong shook his head, "I was taking a corner kick just now, and then I brushed the ground, and the ball went in!" ”

"It doesn't matter who scores, it's a goal anyway!" Quan Kan also said proudly on the side.

Hearing the answers of the two, Lao Rong wanted to laugh a little. But then I found that I wanted to yell happily.

It's all this time, who else is in?

Even if the Japanese team scored it by themselves, it would be regarded as a goal for the Chinese team!

After cheering, it wasn't until he heard the broadcast on the stadium radio that Lao Rong heard that it was Sun Jihai who scored the goal.

After his "dissemination", the "unsolved mystery" of this grandstand was solved.

In the replay screen, taking advantage of the opportunity of a corner kick, Sun Jihai cleverly chose the back point of the goal.

When Ma Mingyu's corner kick went over everyone's heads and landed in front of him, only Japan's goalkeeper Kawaguchi was left alive in front of him.

Facing the incoming ball, Sun Jihai tapped his forehead. At that moment, he stretched his neck like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole. Kawaguchi was able to reach out with all his might, but he still couldn't stop the ball from going into the net.

In this way, just one minute into the opening game, the Chinese team took the lead over the opponent.

"What a start!" Huang Jianxiang said excitedly: "Although the weather is not very good today, the Chinese team has played the advantage of heading. ”

"Compared with the Japanese team, the average height of the Chinese team is as much as three centimeters higher than that of the opponent, and the advantage of high-altitude balls is very obvious."

"Ma Mingyu's corner kick just now went around an arc over the Japanese team's penalty area, Xie Hui at the front point and General Fan Da in the middle didn't reach it, but Sun Jihai, who was guarding the back post, picked up a leak..."

"With such a fantastic start, I hope the Chinese team can make persistent efforts to maintain the lead until the end."

In the court, Hidetoshi Nakata gritted his teeth as he watched the excited and joyful Chinese players retreat.

"Yumi, my brother promised you that you must get a ticket to the World Cup and go back!" Nakata took a deep breath as he held the amulet around his neck and slowly put it back into his jersey.

At the same time, thousands of miles away in Japan, Yumi Nakata, who was kneeling on a tatami mat, seemed to feel something.

She stretched out her fleshy little hand and pulled out a talisman similar to the one around Nakata Hidetoshi's neck from her neck and clutched it to her chest. Silently prayed: "Fortunately, it wasn't Osang who lost the ball... Amaterasu is on top, bless Osang for not conceding a goal today..."