Chapter 59: Let me sing a Singaporean folk song for everyone!

When the game reached a 3-0 lead, the Chinese team sent Singapore's Cai Wenli to replace Tan Jiangbai, who pretended to be "broken" (because the rules can't take the initiative to make substitutions, they can only rely on "pretending to be sick" to make substitutions. Cai Wenli's appearance also won the applause of Singapore fans, his offensive strength is definitely not as good as Tan Jiangbai's (itself is compared with offensive players, and few people can score higher than Lao Tan who plays defenders), but his ability to defend and assist is very good, and he can be regarded as showing his face in front of his hometown fathers. He has a share of the credit for keeping the goal alive.

The Chinese team won by four goals, but the 20,000 Singaporean fans in the stadium still refused to leave, and they were reluctant to give up - the team only played this game in Singapore, and then they were about to leave for the East Indies, which was really not enough, and it was not enough to watch! They shouted: "Stay!" Kick it again! ”

"Let's play again!"

In the end, the whole people chanted in unison, refusing to let them go.

The players had no choice but to come to the center of the field and constantly thank the Singapore fans for their enthusiasm and retention.

Xiao Dong and Xiao Hua have nothing to do, so they can only wait in place. Xiaohua saw that they were completely wearing new sneakers, all covered with mud, and they became unrecognizable in a game, and they were distressed when they looked at it, and said: "It's really a waste, I can't easily take out the shoes that Lu Shi gave me, let alone wear them on a rainy day." You can't wear it in the game, it will be trampled on by the opponent...... Well, I'm going to find a spacious place to wear alone in the sunny weather, and I don't run ...... just walking."

Xiao Dong asked strangely: "What are you used for playing football without wearing sneakers?" ”

Xiaohua: "......"

The fans were too frenzied to cause the situation on the pitch to get a little out of control, and the security measures at this time were also very inadequate, almost impossible to sort out, more than 20,000 fans crowded to the side of the stadium, black and oppressive, have stretched out their arms, asking to shake hands with the players. The players didn't dare to get closer to them, so they could only keep waving at a distance, afraid that if they really shook hands with them, they would pounce. - Rao is like this, the fans are even more disrespectful, and the exit of the passage on the other side has been blocked by the fans who have swarmed them, and the players are not allowed to go out.

The audience shouted: "Stay!" Stay! Stay! ”

Lu Zhuhu felt a little unbelievable about the love of Singaporeans - even if they all came out of China before, they have also multiplied for several generations, not to mention that the Chinese team won this time is still your "own" player!

Li Huitang wrinkled his brows, patted Lu Zhuhu's shoulder, and sighed: "It's difficult!" ”

Lu Zhuhu nodded, and wanted to say, yes, mom egg Singaporeans are too enthusiastic, and now it is difficult to get rid of them and return to the hotel smoothly!

In later generations, if the fans were too excited, the players would quickly evacuate under the escort of the police and security guards, for fear of causing a riot. It's like now, there's not even a way back!

"It's so hard!" Li Huitang pointed to the fan stands: "The fans have placed too high hopes on us, too high hopes for our nation - if we go to Berlin this time, we will not achieve good results, what face will we have to face their enthusiasm again!" ”

Lu Zhuhu was very different, he didn't expect that Li Huitang said "too difficult" to mean this!

In his subconscious, he never regarded the Chinese Singaporeans as his own "race", and did not regard them as his own people. Lao Tzu plays football, naturally for Chinese fans-

Playing for Singaporeans, what are you kidding me!

For the 21st century's Lu Zhuhu, Singaporeans are completely Westernized Caucasians, and the Singapore team meets opponents on the field - no, the opponent is not counted, it should be a "fish belly", in this kind of team, it is extremely shameful not to brush enough points, or even lose a goal, and the fans don't scold you to death! (For example, the 7-2 Singapore in the World Preliminary Tournament, which led to the complete collapse of the national team in the first high school, no one cares and doesn't need to care that you scored seven goals in Singapore, and what is unacceptable is that your dignified Chinese team was scored two goals by the fish belly, and they also led you in the first half.) )

But in this era, they still regard themselves as a member of the Chinese nation, believing that this group of players not only represents the hundreds of millions of people who have stayed in the motherland, but also represents those of them who have left their homeland to seek a living in a "foreign land". (At this time, Singapore had not yet become an independent state.) )

Lu Zhuhu was about to comfort Li Huitang, but he saw the other party clench his fist and take a deep breath - Lu Zhuhu shouted in his heart, "It's not good to lie down......

Sure enough, Li Huitang said slowly: "In this situation, I want to chant a poem for my brother......"

Dadan this brother Guangliang plays football and is good at everything, but he has the bad problem of an old-fashioned Chinese literati, a little sour, a little pedantic, and he has to use poetry and articles to express his heart at every turn......

Look at the books he wrote, "Miscellaneous Fruit Plate", "Ball Garden Vegetable Root Collection", "Lu Wei Yincao", "European Travel Essays", ...... Obviously, they are all football rough guys who write about the things on the field, but some of them are written very elegantly......

This may be the big difference between him and Lu Zhuhu and other new generation players.

Anyway, Lu Zhuhu himself is not good at these, and his ambition is not on this, if someone calls him to recite poetry, he can't stand it......

Li Huitang ignored Lu Zhuhu's ideological activities, lowered his head and thought for a while, slowly spoke, and took a poem:

"Happiness is always about national feelings,

Shame on the ball.

What do you want?

Half a lifetime of wind and dust for the country's struggle-"

Lu Zhuhu didn't want to get involved with him, but when he heard the sentence "Half a lifetime of wind and dust fighting for the country", he was still greatly touched. Feelings are in Li Huitang's heart, and he also regards these people as his own!

The country and the nation – they are indeed our people.

Thinking about Li Huitang's own experience, it can indeed be regarded as half of his life helping the nation and the country in sports. Moreover, the well-known Asian football king is actually 32 years old this year, and he is no longer the age of being sharp and self-explanatory. After the death of such a player, how many years will it take for China to produce another leading big brother who not only has superb skills, but also has a comprehensive understanding of team construction, tactical design, and development theory?

After a little feeling, Lu Zhuhu patted him and said: "Okay, brother poet, don't be decadent and sad anymore - our top priority now is not to think about how to get out of this stadium?" I'm going to take a boat to Indonesia tomorrow...... "There are already fans on the railing trying to climb over the railing to get into the stadium......

Li Huitang was stunned: "For my brother...... There is nothing to be done......"

"Is it just spending time here with the fans?" Lu Zhuhu was helpless, shook his head, and turned around to find the staff.

I'll figure it out......

A short time later, just as the circle of fans was shrinking more and more, the voice of a megaphone came from the viewing platform: "Hey, hey, hey—please pay attention, fans—"

The players and fans all looked at the viewing platform, and at some point, Lu Zhuhu had already appeared there, and with the help of the staff, set up the microphone.

"If you don't let us go, we won't be able to go—what's the point of everyone sitting like this, we don't care about dinner!"

Everyone laughed.

Someone else shouted; "As long as you stay in Singapore and play one more game, we'll let you go!"

And they all said yes.

This is not going to work, Lu Zhuhu said, "Since the 'confrontation' is really boring, why don't I sing a Singaporean folk song to everyone to help the fun......

Well? Does Lu still sing Singaporean folk songs?

None of his teammates had heard of him and looked at him curiously.

Singaporeans also wanted to see how the national team players were singing, and they were quieter.

Singing is not the goal, distracting the fans and killing their fanaticism is the most important thing!

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Lu Zhuhu cleared his throat and began to sing:

"Looking forward to a lucky, and a shock,

What a wonderful encounter,

Over the top of the hill in front, and the layers of white clouds,

Where is the green light ......"

That's right, Singaporean folk songs -

Singapore's national diva Stefanie Sun's song ......

"Green Light" ......