"Lao Li, I heard that the National Olympic Games have won again!"

"What? Won again? Good guys, how many wins in a row?! ”

"It's two!" A bare-chested belly stretched out two sausage fingers, "There are only three Olympic qualifiers, and we have won two, cow or not?" ”

"Cow !!"

"Come, cheers to these 'cow' Olympians!"

Cheers !!

At a barbecue stand in the capital, a group of shirtless drinkers gather around the barbecue table, gulping beer. In the small color TV at the entrance of the barbecue restaurant, the game of winning Saudi Arabia in the afternoon Olympic Games is replayed.

Huang Jianxiang sat in the corner, and the table was full of hard dishes.

That night, a colleague from the finance department gave a verification: the old man had indeed remitted the money.

According to the regulations, Huang Jianxiang can get a bonus of about 40 yuan at the end of the month.

"Xiaoli, today is Brother Huang's treat, you're welcome!" Xiao Zhang clipped a duck neck and put it in Xiaoli's bowl.

"Brother Zhang, you're welcome." The operator, Xiao Li, also took a piece of old-fashioned pot wrapped meat and sent it to Xiao Zhang. Xiao opened his mouth and took a bite, sweet and sour, even the air was full of the sour rot of love.

Huang Jianxiang looked helplessly at the two young people who were engaged in the object, thinking about his own pocket, thinking about the current National Olympic team.

If you win this game, you should be able to qualify for the National Olympic Games!

As an old fan who has experienced "5.19" and two "black three minutes", he is still a little uneasy when the Chinese team does not really qualify.

Three games and three "tragedy", these hazes imprinted in the hearts of old fans will not be able to dissipate at all until the day they really qualify. Although the level of the Olympics is not as good as the World Cup, it is good to "quench your thirst" first!

Recalling the difficult pace of Chinese football in recent years, Huang Jianxiang sighed: the patience and love of football are limited, and if he doesn't show some results, the football fire in the hearts of fans will become as empty as his wallet.

After eating and settling the bill, Xiao Zhang and Xiao Li left with their teeth picked their hearts and left. Huang Jianxiang accompanied the night and walked on Chang'an Avenue.

The streets of Chang'an Avenue are illuminated by towering street lamps, and after a leisurely walk past the Palace Museum and the Tiananmen Tower, a familiar melody can be heard in the small alleys of Wangfujing.

“... How could I cry so badly,

Am I still looking forward to your presence?

Unable to believe it anymore,

Believe in myself,

Superficial and absurd me,

He who weeps bitterly..."

"The cold wind of tonight tears my heart apart,

I don't get drunk and don't return to the footsteps of the rush,

The hazy drizzle has a hazy beauty,

Another glass of wine,

I've never regretted falling in love with you..."

A song by Zhou Huajian, "The Man Who Cried", sang directly into Huang Jianxiang's heart under the hoarse roar of the singer.

Yes, I haven't regretted falling in love with you since the day I fell in love with you. Chinese football, will you break my heart again?

After singing a song, Huang Jianxiang took out a wad of banknotes from his wallet, trying to find out the five yuan inside. One was not paying attention, and a denomination of ten pieces fell to the ground.

Huang Jianxiang was stunned for a moment, then sighed, picked up the money and put it in the guitar case of the microphone singer.

"Dude, can I order a song?"

Looking at a pile of one, five, and one dime coins, a ten-yuan bill suddenly appeared, and the singer with long shawl hair and a worn-out guitar hanging from his chest shook his hair, and said proudly: "Dude, I'm a rock singer!" ”

"Rock singer? Cui Jian? Huang Jianxiang asked casually.

"Of course you can, 1, Uncle Cui is the originator of our rock industry!" The singing brother saw that Huang Jianxiang was still "knowledgeable", so he directly picked up the guitar and sang.

"I'm shirtless in the wind and snow,

Running on the road out of the hospital.

Don't stop me, I don't want clothes,

Because my illness just doesn't feel anything! ”

"Give me some flesh, give me some blood.

Replace my ambition and perseverance!

Make me cry, make me laugh,

Let me sprinkle some wild ground on this snow..."

Huang Jianxiang originally just mentioned it casually, but in fact, he wanted to listen to Gao Feng's new song "Great China" last year. Under the orange street lamp on Chang'an Street, I didn't expect the "handsome guy" in front of me to ignore him as a customer and sing to himself.

“YIYE YIYE~~~

Because my illness just doesn't feel anything,

YIYE YIYE~~~

Let me sprinkle some wild ground on the snow.

YIYE YIYE~~~

Because my illness just doesn't feel anything,

YIYE YIYE~~~

Let me sprinkle some wild ground in the snow! ”

Listening to this, the corners of Huang Jianxiang's mouth curled up slightly. With his hands on his chest, his toes gradually beat to the rhythm of the music.

Under the exaggerated performance of the little brother singing and shaking, many people gradually gathered around.

Cui Jian's rock music is originally an "advanced" thing in this era, and rock has a strong infectious function, but it will take some time to reach thousands of households.

And the spectators around the singing brother are all young people without exception.

There are white-collar workers who are tired after working all day, and there are also college students who have been running all day at night, all humming to the simple rhythm and releasing the resentment they have accumulated during the day.

Huang Jianxiang also felt much more comfortable at this time, and the national team had never won consecutive games in the first few games in the qualifiers.

From standing on the same starting line as other teams at the beginning, to the situation is not optimistic, to only the theoretical possibility of qualifying, and then to completely accompany the prince to study.

The national brand is a tragedy in the qualifiers for world-class competitions, and the more games played, the more the slogan "Fight for Honor" is shouted.

Not to mention that the players and coaches are under a certain psychological pressure in the end, what is really painful is the fans who still come all the way to the scene to cheer desperately in the last game, knowing that there is no hope of qualifying. They know that the door to the competition has been completely closed, but they are still desperate to pour out their blood.

What kind of love is this? What kind of torment is this?

Day after day, year after year, four years like one day, one dream and four years.

Now, when you wake up, you find that your dream has come true!

"Haha, let the young men of the National Olympics scatter some wild on the field!" Huang Jianxiang laughed and pushed away the crowd and walked away.

March 21, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

Players from both the Olympic team and the South Korean team lined up to enter, sparking cheers from all the fans at the Bukit Jalil Stadium.

In this modern stadium with a capacity of 10W spectators, the main stand is almost full of fans from China.

Being able to travel to Malaysia and watch the National Olympic Games qualify, such a happy convergence of the two major events, the Chinese fans laughed in the stands before the game began.

Huang Jianxiang in the broadcast room sat down with headphones on, took the starting list of the two sides handed over by Xiao Zhang, and suddenly chuckled in his heart, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.

"Rad, what's wrong? How reassuring this is! Sending so many substitutes on the field? ”

"What about Qu Shengqing? What about the tail? What about Wu Chengying? Where have all these key players gone? ”

"Sun Gang ???"

"Why don't you let Ou Chuliang play?"