After the battle between China and Kuwait, the national football team flew directly from Kuwait to Tehran non-stop.

After getting off the plane, the Chinese ambassador to Iran and officials of the Iranian Football Association came to greet him. Subsequently, the Chinese team followed the pick-up officer to the independent hotel to settle in.

In front of the independent hotel, the driver stepped on the accelerator of the bus.

Looking at the dilapidated building in front of him, the reception official reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said: "Commander Wang, the conditions in Tehran are not very good, please bear with me." ”

"It's okay, we came all the way to pick up the airport, we were all very touched. The conditions are hard, and the team members are not afraid to endure this hardship. ”

"That's good, that's good..."

Wang Junsheng thought that the other party had said a polite word, but after leading the team to settle in, he knew what this "poor condition" meant.

Compared with the accommodation conditions of the first two away games, the facilities of the independent hotel are relatively old, and the food situation is also very worrying. Just looking at the food on the table, there are few people in the whole team who can eat it.

In addition, the whole Chinese team was scattered on eight floors, which was very inconvenient to communicate.

"It was so hot that there was no air conditioning. If you want me to say, this is the stumbling block of the Iranians, deliberately disgusting us! The watermelon on the bed moved, and he actually spoke Chinese.

"If it's hot, talk less, no one will treat you as a dumb person." Zhang Xiaorui rolled over, and he felt that his body was about to melt. On the sheets beneath him, a puddle of black water was left.

"Holy, you're chocolate-melted?" Li Jinyu deliberately exclaimed when he saw this.

The rest of the room rolled their eyes, and no one paid attention to his joke.

God, it's so hot!

In the early morning of the next day, another flight flew from China to Tehran, airlifting a lot of mustard, canned food and condiments, which solved the urgent needs of the Chinese team members.

Wang Junsheng looked at the boxes of food and drinks transported down from the plane, and muttered in his heart: "When I go back this time, should I give Liaozu a separate award?" ”

On October 16, the Chinese team submitted an 18-man roster against the Iranian team. Since General Fan, Li Ming and Yao Xia were all suspended, Ladd had a defensive formation of 541 in this game.

On October 17, the Chinese team on the bus was surrounded by a sea of Iranian fans before they could see the stadium.

Although I couldn't understand what the other party was saying, judging from the expressions on their faces, these people definitely didn't say anything good.

"Looks like we're not very popular!" Xie Hui pursed his lips and closed the curtains.

"That's nature!" Ma Mingyu said with a smile, "In Jinzhou, our momentum is not small, and we are not allowed to exchange courtesies?" ”

"Damn, what does that mean?" Li Jinyu suddenly pointed out the window and shouted.

Everyone opened the curtains and looked, across the road, a group of Iranians stretched out three fingers in the middle of their right hand, and a row of people standing in front of them looked at the national football bus with gloomy faces.

A little later in the crowd, the slightly younger fans jumped and shouted something, and the players could tell at a glance that the other party had bad intentions.

"Is this a curse peculiar to the Persians? Curse me to marry three wives in my life? Li Jinyu hugged the watermelon with an unbelievable expression.

"Put P, they are going to marry their third daughter to me! Oh! They're crazy, I'm not going to marry a girl who has covered her face since she was a child! ”

The people around them sat aside when they heard their brain-dead speech, as if they never knew them.

Obviously, those Iranians are not going to marry three daughters or give three wives to the Chinese players, but to score three goals!

Not only the Chinese players, but almost all the Chinese who came to the scene were treated like this by the locals before entering the stadium, and these Iranians would also stick three fingers out to any Asian face.

As the bus moved slowly, the silhouette of the Azadi Stadium gradually appeared in front of the players.

The real name of the Aza Stadium is Al Yamehr Stadium, which translates to the meaning of the light of the Aryans, which is also the last king of Iran, Mohammad Reza. The title of Pahlavi.

It looks like a high-end name to foreigners, but in fact it is like there is a stadium outside the fifth ring road of Beijing, called "Puyi Football Stadium".

The Azadi Stadium was one of the venues built in Iran to host the 1974 Asian Games.

After Iran won the right to host the Asian Games, it planned a large-scale sports center in the west of the capital, Tehran, to build venues for the Asian Games' multi-sport competitions, and the Al Yamehur Stadium is the main stadium of the sports center.

On October 18, 1971, the inauguration of the Alyamechel Stadium took place.

Tehran's two football clubs, Persepolis FC and Tehran Independiente FC (then known as the Crown), have their home stadiums here, as does the Iranian national football team.

The Azadi Stadium has historically hosted the opening and closing ceremonies of the 1974 Asian Games, as well as athletics and football matches. In this Asian Games, Iran set the best result in history, ranking second in the gold medal table.

In 1976, it also hosted the AFC Asian Cup, and the Iranian national team won three consecutive championships.

Tehran had originally intended to bid to host the 1984 Summer Olympics and to use the Azadi Stadium as the main stadium for the Games. Due to the turmoil, Tehran withdrew from the bid process in 1978, and Los Angeles, the sole candidate city, won the right to host the event.

Since the stadium was built on a man-made hillside, the driver began to slowly step on the accelerator, and the bus also let out the mournful sound of climbing the hill.

As we got closer to the stadium, there were more and more fans, and the expressions of the players became more serious.

So far, the Chinese team has not lost a game, and if this game wins, then a ticket to the World Cup has basically been grabbed.

The Iranian team has basically been reduced to competing for second place with other teams such as Saudi Arabia.

Such an outcome was not only expected by domestic fans, but also by Iranians.

In such a country where football is prevalent, when the Chinese team came to Tehran, almost all the people of Iran hugged together and did their best to create pressure on the visiting team.

During the few days I spent in the Independent Hotel, I saw Iranian residents shouting in the streets outside their windows every night. They even came to three shifts, and several groups of people took turns to interfere with the rest of the Chinese players.

This kind of thing, even if you inform the local government, the other party will not care.

"Sir, this is a spontaneous act of the people, and our police have been sent out to expel it."

Every time they recalled the humble faces of the opposing officials and the scenes of those police officers wearing police uniforms and big caps outside the window and local residents "disturbing the people", the team members gritted their teeth with hatred.

But so what?

In other people's territory, they can only be slaughtered by others.

The Azadi Stadium resembles an inverted bowl, and the hillside resembles the shell of the stadium, and the slope is decorated with Iranian patterns.

Going up the hill, you can reach the upper grandstand of the stadium.

The tunnel under the ramp is the entrance to the lower grandstand.

The bus arrived, and almost most of the Iranian fans were separated from the bus.

At the Azadi Stadium, it's not about sitting down, the closer you sit to the stadium, the more money you spend.

In fact, there are only 8W seats here, but every time there is a big game, 10W fans can pour in to watch the game. Here, the stadium allows fans to stand and watch the game in order to save space and cheer on the home team.

The ill-intentioned fans took one last look at the bus with "hatred" and "anger", and then slowly lowered their way towards the tunnel entrance.

But there were still some fans gathered around the bus, putting pressure on the Chinese players.

Most of them are residents who can't afford tickets to get into the stadium and either find an opportunity to sneak into the stadium or simply stand outside the stadium when the game starts.

Looking at these Iranians, who were stuck to the outside of the bus like kraft candy, the team members were irritable. From beginning to end, although they did not touch the corners of any Chinese players, they really disgusted everyone.

Imagine how bad it feels to be running during a race with an Iranian next to you who is glaring at you.

But just then, a loud song came from the window.

Although there is a windshield horse, the volume still penetrates into the ears of the team members through the cracks in the window, so you can imagine how loud the song is.

"We all have a home, and it's called China."

"There are a lot of brothers and sisters, and the scenery is good..."

Sun Jihai opened the curtains, and when he looked out, he was surrounded by a familiar red at some point.

"Look, it's our fans!"

"Yes, everyone, look, it's Chinese fans!"

Everyone pulled back the curtains, and for the first time, the bus was illuminated by the setting sun.

"Our big China, what a big home!"

"Forever, that forever, that I want to be with her !!"

"China, bless you, you always, in my heart."

"China, bless you, no need for a thousand words and ten thousand words!"

In the crowd, Ou Chuliang saw many familiar faces.

Trekking all the way, it is really where the Chinese team goes, this group of lovely fans will follow!

Seeing Ou Chuliang's gaze, Rosie took off his trademark cowboy hat and waved it at Ou Chuliang. Then continue waving the big flag in your hand to clear the way for the bus.

The group of fans acted as a protective shield to help the bus stop the hateful local fans a few meters away.

The team members in the car glanced at each other, and General Fan suddenly shouted: "Chinese team, come on!" ”

"Chinese team, come on, !!" The rest of the team shouted.

"The Chinese team will win!"

"The Chinese team must win !!"

The Chinese players, who were still gloomy just now, were infected by the fans at this time, and they were all passionate and high-spirited.

Squeak...

Whew... Whew...

Although the speed of the bus was very slow, the sudden stop still made some unprepared team members unstable. If it weren't for the saddle, you might have fallen directly into the aisle.

"What's going on? Why don't you drive forward? ”

In the midst of the team's questions, the bus remembered a few more throttle sounds, and completely turned off the fire.

"Guys, it's a pity that there was a little problem with the car." After communicating with the driver, the team leader in front of the head stood up helplessly and said to everyone: "Let's get off the bus one after another and walk into the venue." ”

The VIP entrance to the Azadi Stadium is not far away, and the distance of three or four hundred meters is nothing in the eyes of these athletes on weekdays. But at this time, in the eyes of the team, they felt a little disgusting.

Although General Fan couldn't play, he was still the captain after all.

Seeing this, he took the lead in standing up, calming the emotions of the team members, and organizing the big guys to line up to get off the bus.

As they passed by the cab, the team saw the Iranian with two mustaches leisurely pouting and leaning back in the chair as if nothing was right.

Li Jinyu just wanted to send the other party a national scolding, but was stopped by Li Tie behind him.

"Don't be taught our characteristics by foreigners, or you will suffer."

Li Jinyu thought about it, Li Tie's words were really full of philosophy. He rolled his eyes and stepped off the bus.

On the road opened by the security guards, the Chinese players lined up in a row and walked through the crowd for about ten minutes before all entered the stadium.

It wasn't until the last team member entered the passage that a series of engine sounds suddenly sounded from the bus not far behind them. He picked his head in the square and drove in the direction he came.