() "It's useless to cry blood, it's better to keep your mouth shut and spend the last spring!"

"Well said, well said!" Uncle Wang turned over a copy of the "Central China Morning News" and continued to read the submission.

After the draw in Malaysia, the Central China Morning Post solicited contributions from the general public to see how the national Olympics draw was felt by the people.

A contribution by the pen name "Watching the Storm" was selected for publication after being selected and published, and her contribution was titled "Don't look at the National Olympics, go to see Chelsea".

"On March 20th, the sun was just right. I was told that the peach blossoms had already bloomed. ”

"After that day, my boyfriend asked me: 'Apart from football, what other sports in China will lose to Malaysia?' ”

"After asking, he and I were silent."

"Four years ago, before Li Jinyu's National Olympic Games, I wrote a "Waiting for Homecoming" with passion."

Four years later, I saw a lot of absurdity and farce, and I only had "words". ”

"Now, the clowns are on the loose, the farce continues, and I still have nothing more than "words". ”

"When the speech is sorted into the basket that should be put in it, all I have is that..."

'I proposed to my boyfriend: 'Let's go see Chelsea!' ”

'There's John Terry, there's Frank Lampard, there's Duff, there's Claude Makelle. Of course, there is also the handsome young man Tang Wu who can pin our hopes on the department, and the quiet football between his flexible six fingers. ”

'Well, I like Chelsea too.' My boyfriend said. ”

"We looked at each other and smiled, and we coincided."

'Of course, in addition to watching Chelsea, I'm going to see Peach Blossoms this weekend.'

"Tut-tut, it's so well written!" After reading the last word, Uncle Wang felt like he had drunk a hot drink, and every pore on his body revealed happiness.

What to watch? What's so nice about those stinky feet in Guoao? It's also a thief's heart.

Why don't you go to Chelsea!

Even the little girl understands the truth, how can my old man be inferior?

However, what Uncle Wang didn't know was that the author of this article, Li Jing, was riding on her boyfriend's shoulder, waving her arms outside the gate of the Wuhan Sports Center and shouting: "Tang Wu, Tang Wu!" Let us in! We want to see Tang Wu!! ”

The news of Tang Wu's return to China was instantly spread by major media.

Now that mobile phones have become more popular, sending a text message is basically a matter of a minute.

After the morning newspaper, the major newspapers stepped up the printing of a batch of morning newspaper supplements dedicated to reporting on Tang Wu and the National Olympic Games, and sent them to various stalls.

Websites are very relaxed, such as the old wave, when you log in to any old wave-related web page, a pop-up window will pop up.

Through the pop-up window, netizens will click on the news about Tang Wu's return to China.

Under the scramble of the major media in the country, even the children who were doing recess exercises after the second class knew the news.

"Wuhan Sports Center was surprised by a strange man, you wouldn't have thought it was him"

"The reason why a 20-year-old man is so impulsive that he loses his mind is..."

"There are many eye droppings and haven't given up the National Olympics? Inviting the savior of the Olympic Games from abroad"

When people looked at these printed news with all kinds of curiosity, they discovered a fact: Tang Wu is really back!

What is Tang Wu doing when he comes back?

Does it still make sense to come back at this time?

Did Tang Wu and the Football Association reach some ulterior secret?

Huang Jianxiang, who had just come to the stage, had not swallowed the xiaolongbao in his mouth, and Zhan Jun excitedly came to him with a newspaper he had just bought.

"Brother Huang, look, Tang Wu has returned to China!"

"Returning home? What did he come back for? Traveling? Huang Jianxiang thought that Zhan Jun was joking, and he didn't care.

"No, Shen Xiangfu went to London in person yesterday and invited Tang Wu back!" Zhan Jun put the newspaper on Huang Jianxiang's soy milk.

"What? You didn't lie to me? I couldn't take care of breakfast, Huang Jianxiang hurriedly opened the newspaper and read it carefully.

After a while, Huang Jianxiang showed an incredible expression. "Really back? Is he really back? Why are you coming back at this time? Isn't he punching and looking for death?! ”

"Yes, Brother Huang, I don't believe that Tang Wu is not invited to see the current situation, do you think the Football Association is secretly making any small moves?"

"Small movements? What small movements can be made? Huang Jianxiang slapped the newspaper on the table. Even if the Football Association has a small move, will he make it? Does he dare to do it? ”

"Don't forget, Tang Wu is less than 20 years old this year, and he has never played for the national team. In other words, if Tang Wu is willing, he can change to British nationality at any time and play for the Three Lions! ”

"The Football Association dares to threaten him? What is the threat? Take his parents? How many years have this been reform and opening up, and the Football Association is not a bandit! ”

Huang Jianxiang didn't even bother to eat breakfast, and spun around the room like a headless fly.

"No, Xiao Zhan, I have to go to Wuhan. While it's still too late, I can't let the National Olympics destroy Tang Wu, so I'll go to Taili to ask for leave now. ”

"Okay, Brother Huang, I'll help you talk to Taili."

Looking at Huang Jianxiang's back in a hurry, Zhan Jun shook his head and sighed.

"Although the Football Association is not a bandit, it is more dangerous than bandits, and there is not even scum left to eat people..."

In the past few days, as many people saw Tang Wu's figure at the gate of the stadium, the news of Tang Wu's return to China was also confirmed.

"Alas, I really blamed Tang Wu before!" At the gate of the Wuhan Sports Center, a middle-aged man with glasses and a Mediterranean hairstyle sighed.

"Originally, I thought that Tang Wu was just a hairy boy who didn't care about other things for his own future, but now who would have thought that he would give up such an important game and return to China, this, this... This is really the road to know the horsepower, and I will see the hearts of the people for a long time! ”

"What did you say he came back for? Figure Olympic qualification? Or is it a figure of what? ”

"If we win the first two games, it's okay, you said that he came back at this time to mix up qualifications and make extra money or something."

"But now that the players of the National Olympic Games are looking for opportunities to run out, is he coming back at this time for money? Is it for fame? ”

"I don't think so! He came back to help the National Olympic Games and save the National Olympic Games! ”

"Don't care if he can do it or not, just this heart, the waste x of the Football Association is not as good as him!"

What the uncle said was not enjoyable, he stretched out the thumbs of his two hands and gestured in front of the screen, "Tang Wu is this now!" ”

After praising Tang Wu, the uncle sighed again.

"The hearts of these young people in the National Olympic Games are too impetuous, and they were okay when they were in the youth team. Now as soon as I make some money, I buy a house and a car, and I can't even play the ball well. What like a soccer player..."

"To be honest, through this qualifier, I can see it. Who is Yue Fei and who is Qin Hui. ”

"From today onwards, I will be a fan of Tang Wu, no matter where he plays for which team, I will be his unwavering supporter!"

"Tang Wu, Tang Wu, Tang Wu, Tang Wu!" Before the uncle finished speaking, a parade passed by shouting slogans, and the cry shook the sky.

These fans want to meet Tang Wu in this way, even if they can't meet each other, they have to cheer for Tang Wu in their own way.

In the fence of the sports center, a small security guard whispered: "Boss, it's not a matter for these fans to make trouble like this every day, should we talk to the leaders and suggest that the National Olympic Games hold a press conference or something, so that the fans can meet Tang Wu?" ”

"QT Meetup!" The security captain slapped the little security guard on the head, "What do you eat?" Dare to say this to the leaders? ”

"Tell you, now that the National Olympics are training, even if the king of heaven comes, he will not be allowed to enter!"

"What's more, if something happens like South Korea and leaks secrets, who can afford it? Is it you or me? ”

"Tang Wuda came all the way from the UK to bring the National Olympics up, we can't take off his hind legs at this time, you know?"

"Got it, got it!" The little security guard nodded repeatedly.

Looking at his subordinates' "teachable" looks, the security captain glanced around, leaned over and whispered: "One more, we can see Tang Wu now, don't you think this is an advantage?" ”

"Last night, during my shift, I went to the sidelines to take a picture of Tang Wu from afar, and I was very excited to go home to my son. If you want to take a photo, Lao Zhao has a rental Polaroid over there, a hundred yuan a piece, without a counteroffer. ”

"But this photo can only be seen at home, and we have a record of who took which photo. If you catch someone selling to a reporter, you'll spend your next life in a hospital bed, you know? ”

"Got it, got it!" The little security guard looked excited, "Brother Bao, I will never pass on the photo, I still have to take it to Tang Wu for an autograph!" ”