Overlooking the People's Stadium in Jingyang City from the air, beyond the green stadium area is a red plastic runway, and outside the plastic runway is a blue and white grandstand area.

Now the blue and white stands are gradually being occupied by red.

There is a trickle of water pouring out from the various entrances of the stands and then to all corners of the stands.

Outside the stadium, such a red color is much larger and more spectacular. Several red streams thicker than the "streams" in the stands gathered at several open entrances.

[ www.biquwu.biz] Those are the fans of the Chinese team waiting to enter the stadium.

The way to distinguish them from the fans of the Japanese team is to look at the color of the clothes on their bodies.

Some people wore the jerseys of the previous Chinese teams, but more people did not wear the jerseys of the Chinese team, they only wore red clothes, all kinds of clothes, including down jackets, jackets, and red cotton jackets......

Many of them may not have been fans in the first place.

But at this moment, for a common goal, they gathered outside the gate of the historic stadium, waiting to enter and cheer on the young men of the Chinese Olympic team.

On the aerial footage, the excited voice of CCTV beautiful reporter Wang Shanshan came: "Audience friends, please look, through the picture from the air, we can clearly see how many fans are gathered outside the People's Stadium now...... They all came to see the U23 Asian Cup final to cheer for the Chinese Olympic team! It's like a great river that eventually joins this ocean! ”

The camera returns from the air to the ground and into the interior of the stadium.

The locker rooms of the Chinese team and the Japanese team are still on the way, and the locker room is empty, but the jerseys they will wear next are neatly folded and placed in the seats of each player who is about to play.

The starting line-ups for both sides have been announced, and as expected, the two teams did not give up the fight for the title just because they had already qualified for the Olympics.

They've all fielded the best squad they can field and will face each other head-to-head in this stadium to see who can have the last laugh.

The camera stayed in the Chinese team's locker room for a longer time, slicing over the jerseys of Lin Zhiyuan, Wang Guangwei, Guo Junfu, Luo Kai, and Chen Xingyi, and finally stopped on the No. 14 jersey.

That's Hulay's jersey.

Or Wang Shanshan's emotional voice: "Before Hu Lai, this number was generally considered a curse of Chinese football, and whoever wore it was unlucky. But now, more and more people don't think that way anymore. When we see this number, we will think of the 'Koreanophobia' that has come to an end, the '95 Supreme' with five goals in nine minutes, and the fact that we have reached the Olympic Games...... Good memories are gradually replacing those unbearable past! Just as the night will pass, there is no tomorrow that will not come! ”

Finally, the live broadcast came to the stadium, where a huge five-star red flag was being passed by enthusiastic Chinese fans in the stands. It was as if there was water supporting the flag, carrying the national flag, and wherever the five-star red flag flowed, there would be a burst of cheers in that place.

Even the modest number of Japanese fans had to be swept up as the Chinese flag flew over their heads, and when they looked up, the stadium lights and the night sky turned red, as if blindfolded by a huge red cloth.

They opened their mouths and stared blankly at the scene, and their ears were full of cheers from the Chinese fans.

The commentator of Nippon TV looked at the footage from the broadcast camera in front of him and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I completely lost the momentum......

The commentator also nodded: "The poor performance of Chinese football before has made us completely forget the enthusiasm of the people of this country for football...... To be honest, it reminds me of the 2004 Asian Cup final, which was pretty much the same before the game. ”

The narrator smiled: "Ah, I feel a little more relieved when you say that." Because we won that game! ”

The guests also laughed: "That's right, so I hope our Olympic team can win the championship this time!" After all, we didn't win last year's East Asian Cup! ”

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When the Chinese players went out from the locker room to warm up, everyone would be attracted by the huge national flag circling around the stands when they stepped out of the passage, and then stopped to look twice.

In the stands at this time, the Chinese fans were singing, they were singing: "The big knife cut off the heads of the devils-"

After hearing the lyrics clearly, Hulai laughed, raised his arm to the Japanese players who were warming up in the other half, and swung it hard:

"Kill!"

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"What is that Hulay doing? Suddenly waved at us...... "The Japanese players who were warming up also noticed Hulai's movements, and caused them to talk.

"Morikawa, is he greeting you?"

Junhei Morikawa raised his chest and raised his head: "It should be!" ”

"Then why don't you hurry up and say hello to people? Didn't you say you wanted to thank him in person for his gift of clothes? ”

Junhei Morikawa shook his head again: "No." I'm going to wait until the game is over to thank him, and if I go now, won't I show weakness in front of him? ”

"Morikawa is right." Tatsuya Sugiyama came behind Junhei Morikawa at some point. 'It's going to be a very tough game for us and I want you to realise that.'

When he said this, his eyes were on the dense red-clad fans in the stands.

The Japanese fans wearing the blue Japan jerseys are almost as small as grit in the sea of red, and they can't be found without looking closely.

"In such a situation, we need to pay more attention to maintaining momentum! Don't care about the Chinese team now, warm up seriously and go all out! ”

"Yes, Captain!"

Everyone changed their names, and they were obviously infected by the serious Tatsuya Sugiyama.

Junhei Morikawa took one last look at Hu Lai and saw that the latter was warming up for a switchback run.

He withdrew his gaze and devoted himself to the warm-up training of the Japanese team.

When the game is over, I'll introduce myself to you, Hulaisan!

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When Yan Yan and the others came to the bar with Li Ziqiang in their arms, the bar owner complained: "I thought you weren't coming......

Yan Yan glanced at the live broadcast screen of the players from both sides already lining up on the field, and apologized to the boss: "I'm sorry, I drank too much and forgot the time......"

The bar owner glanced at the young men behind him who were shouting excitedly, didn't say anything more, and ran back to the bar to get the drink list.

And Yan Yan beckoned everyone to find a place to do it by themselves, and then he and Chu Yifan led Li Ziqiang to sit in the best position, facing the projection screen, unobstructed, and it was the C position for watching the ball.

After Li Ziqiang was dragged by his players to pour a few bottles of beer, he is now a little upset, and he has been holding Chu Yifan's hand along the way, caring about his work and living situation.

It's not like a football team coach, it's just an elder of Chu Yifan, and the usual unsmiling "devil coach" is like two people.

But when he saw the Chinese Olympic team players lined up on the projection screen, he fell silent.

Instead, the other varsity players pointed to the big screen and excitedly shouted, "Eh! It's Luo Kai! ”

"Hulai, Hulai, Hulai!"

"! This jersey is worn on the body, and Hulai is handsome......"

Meng Xi touched Mao Xiao, who was sitting next to him: "Do you regret it?" I had to go to college in the first place......"

Mao Xiao looked up at the projection screen and shook his head: "I don't regret it." ”

"Dead ducks have hard beaks. I'll tell you, I'm like that in my own right, but you're different, you're really talented......"

"I can't, Meng Xi. Three years of high school made me realize that I didn't really want to get ahead in professional football. You're right, I have some talent, but what is my talent in professional football? ”

"Hey, Mao Xiao, what do we have to do with it, don't pretend to be forced in front of me, okay?"

"It's not pretending, Meng Xi. I really don't think that talent is much in professional football. ”

"A slap in the face, isn't it? It's nothing, and there are professional teams looking for you, are the scouts of professional teams blind? ”

"And when I say talent, I don't just mean footballing ability." Mao Xiao shook his head and said seriously. "And the idea of wanting to get stronger. I am far inferior to Hulay in this regard. If I had to work several times as hard as I did in high school, just to be a professional footballer, I probably wouldn't be too determined. So in my junior year of high school, I thought about it for a long time, and finally rejected the invitation of Shining Star......"

"I think your academic performance is too good, and it is certainly more stable to go to USTC than to be a professional player." Meng Xi glanced at his friend.

"Of course, there are also considerations for this." Mao Xiao smiled, "But no matter what, I'm not as capable of pushing myself as Hu Lai." When he first joined the varsity team, you can see what the training tasks the coach gave him. I dare to say that if it were me, I am afraid that I would not be able to last a month and leave the team on my own initiative. Can you hold on, Meng Xi? ”

Meng Xi shook his head: "Who can bear being targeted like that?" ”

"But won't Hulai just put up with it? That's why he's got to where he is today. He really worked many times harder than all of us to get to where we are today. I don't think I'm as hard as Hulai, and my achievements will definitely not be as high as him, so why should I go to professional football to be an ordinary professional player? ”

After Mao Xiao finished speaking, Meng Xi didn't speak anymore, and the two of them looked at the players of the Chinese Olympic team on the projection screen without saying a word, and there were two of their former teammates in them.

Now they have embarked on completely different paths in life.

But these two paths are not opposites, but two parallel lines that go hand in hand, and they walk on this path and only need to turn their heads to see each other.

For example, now, they are watching the match between Hulai and Luo Kai through the projection through the live satellite signal, cheering for the two of them.

And the two of them must know that their former teammates are cheering them on.

A radio announcement was heard on live television: "Ladies and gentlemen, please stand and play the national anthem of the People's Republic of China!" ”

There was a sound of chair legs rubbing against the floor, and everyone got up from their seats and stood crookedly, some of whom had drunk too much and had to lean on the shoulders of the person next to them to stay on their feet.

When the "March of the Volunteers" sounded, the singing of the fans in front of the scene was heard through the broadcast signal, and the people in the bar also howled:

"Arise—those who do not want to be slaves!"

The camera of the live broadcast swept over the players of the national Olympic team in turn, and in the sound of the national anthem, the young players' slightly immature faces were full of energy.