Twenty minutes later, the team had returned from the warm-up on the pitch. It's finally time to enter the final stage.

The locker room was quiet, even Anke and Xiang Tao, who had always talked a lot, were silent at this time, and everyone clearly felt the huge pressure brought by the fans when they went out to warm up.

For a moment, all I could hear was the heavy breathing of the players.

The atmosphere was a little oppressive and a little wrong. Qiu Suhui didn't want this effect, he should be nervous, but excessive nervousness would only make his team weak before the game was played.

He remembered the disc.

The Greenpoint course in Cape Town is a very modern course, how can it be modernised? It even has projectors in its dressing room! Qiu Suhui put down the white projection screen, then connected the projector to the laptop he brought, and then debugged it on the computer.

The team members felt strange, at this time, Qiu Suhui would definitely say something to boost morale, why did he fiddle with his laptop without saying a word today?

Even Yang Pan, who has always been very accurate in his guessing of the head coach, doesn't know what Qiu Suhui's intentions are in doing this.

After everything was ready, Qiu Suhui clapped his hands with satisfaction, "Well, there is something I want everyone to see before the game." I don't think we've had a long month, but it's not a short month. Everyone is busy training and competing, and I am afraid that there is not much time and time to re-examine the road we have traveled this month. So I asked someone to help me make this thing for everyone to see. How did we get to where we are today? ”

He waved his hand and motioned for Hu Li to turn off the lights in the locker room. When it was pitch black in the room, he clicked the video play button on his laptop.

The first scene on the screen is the noisy airport, apparently filmed from a reporter's point of view. The Chinese team had just come out of the exit, and the scene was a little chaotic, and the camera lens was still shaking slightly, and it seemed that the cameraman was squeezed around by the people around him, unable to maintain his balance. The questions of the reporters, the shouts of the security guards, the click of the shutter and the screams and cheers of the fans were all intertwined.

The players of the Chinese team were stunned, they didn't know what Qiu Suhui was doing when he showed them this.

At this time, the screen played subtitles: On May 30, 2010, the Chinese team arrived in Johannesburg, South Africa.

"Brazil didn't win the title four years ago, so this time they must be aiming for it." Zhang Jun's face then appeared on the screen, "So are we." ”

"Tell all the participating teams that our Chinese team is here."

Then, the golden light flashed, and the picture was already the first game of the Chinese team when it appeared, and their 5-0 victory over Colombia was hearty.

Zhang Jun was stunned, this is exactly the same as what he recalled last night, does the person who made this video have a heart for him?

As the picture continued, Sun Nan's "Red Flag Fluttering" sounded.

In addition to the slight rustle of the projector turning in the locker room, there was only the sound of a group of old and young masters breathing thicker and thicker, and the occasional "rattling" sound, which came from the knuckle bones.

When he saw the moment when Anke saved Mascherano's penalty at the end, there was a "whew", and Anke stood up from his seat.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted to him.

"Teach...... Coach, where did you get this stuff? Anke stuttered a little because of the excitement.

Qiu Suhui didn't answer him in a hurry, but always kept his eyes on the screen, the singing gradually faded away, the picture slowly went black, and a row of text appeared in the middle of the screen:

July 15, 2010, let us witness......

This line of text faded away, followed by another line of text:

We are champions.

"This thing, I asked a friend from the TV station to help drive it out, and I want to release it at this time." Qiu Suhui answered Anke's question. He didn't ask Hu Li to turn on the lights, and at this time he needed the players to relive what they had just seen in the dark. Turning on the lights will be distracting.

"Any idea why I'm showing you this? I think you've got the answer from your reactions, right? Come, take a closer look at this last line, what do you think? As the Chinese men's football team, we have been burdened with countless infamy, and when we come to this point, I don't want you to have a 'it's okay to end here' mentality! Now that we've all made it to the finals, why don't we go home with a championship? We're not dark horses, we have the power to take everything we want! In the dark, Qiu Suhui's voice became louder and louder, and obviously, his emotions became excited because of this.

No one answered, but it was obvious that the breathing was getting heavier. Qiu Suhui knew that the effect he wanted had been achieved.

"Old Hu, turn on the light." Qiu Suhui said that the time was ripe.

When the lights came back on, many people didn't react for a while, squinting their eyes, or covering their faces with their hands, and even worse, closing their eyes when they heard the lights on.

"The training has been very focused on the past few days, and everyone understands what level our opponents are. I don't want people to be underestimated, but I also don't want people to be arrogant. I've said everything I have said in these days of training, and the rest ...... I thought, you guys should know what you're supposed to do, right? Qiu Suhui just looked at the players who had just recovered from the contrast between darkness and light.

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Inside the dressing room of the Brazilian team.

There was no sound of manager Dunga laying out tactics, and there was no sound of players joking and playing. A group of people knelt on the floor of the cleared locker room, praying reverently.

Among the world's strongest teams, the Dutch team is notoriously intrigued, and there are various factions such as France, Spain, Germany, Italy, and Argentina. But only Brazil is surprisingly united. It stands to reason that any player in the middle of the game is a big star at the club, and it is impossible for a group of stars to be united and stable when they get together, such as Real Madrid in the early years. However, it is really rare to hear the news of the players in the Brazilian team, and they showed the world their unity by playing hand in hand in the '94 World Cup.

In addition to the fact that Brazilians are optimistic and cheerful and attach more importance to the sense of national honor, there is another very important factor that cannot be ignored is religious beliefs.

After winning the 2002 World Cup, the scene of more than 30 members of the Brazilian team kneeling and praying in the middle circle of the stadium must be fresh in people's memories, and after winning each World Championship, the Brazilian national team and youth team will celebrate the victory in this way, thank God.

China is an atheist country, so this situation seems a little strange in the eyes of many Chinese. However, in Brazil, football has risen to the same level as religion, and the power of religion is absolutely impossible to ignore.

Kaka is also in this group of praying people, at this moment, he is not usually childish in front of Zhang Jun, Yang Pan and others, his expression is serious, his expression is serious, he is really a devout believer......

"May God bless us, Amen." The lead assistant coach and priest took the lead in reciting the last sentence, and the first one stood up, and then more people stood up from the ground holding hands.

It was only at this time that the Brazilian team regained their identity as a team.

Dunga looked at the players and nodded in satisfaction. Their game ended earlier than the Chinese team, and they did not fight with their opponents for 120 minutes like the Chinese team, and finally had to decide the winner through a brutal penalty shootout. Physically and mentally, Brazil now have the upper hand.

He remembered the World Cup in France in '98, which was a World Cup that he didn't want to recall for almost his entire life, and the Brazilian team, which was favored by countless people before the game, would lose so badly. Perhaps it was because they were exhausted by the Dutch in the semi-finals, and the players were physically and mentally exhausted, that they lost the final.

He felt that today and history were so similar, the only difference was that the objects were reversed.

The Chinese team is a tired team, and their Brazilian team is waiting for work.

In terms of strength alone, the two sides are not equal, but the Brazilian team has a deep foundation to win, the bench thickness is far greater than that of the Chinese team, and there are more variable surnames in terms of tactics than the Chinese team. According to his research, the Chinese team almost relied on a set of main lineups to win the world in this World Cup, and the strength of the substitutes obviously could not keep up with the main force. If their main squad is world-class, then the substitutes are at best second-rate in Asia - Dunga has played in the league and he knows very well what the second tier of Asia is.

As long as there is an injury or abnormality in the main squad of the Chinese team, then the Chinese team will face a very passive situation, and when the time comes, the team will collapse if they put pressure on themselves. After a month of continuous competition, he didn't believe that there would be no physical problems in the Chinese team, not to mention that Zhang Jun had played the most games this season, and he must have been very tired.

In addition, because the main lineup of the Chinese team is fixed, it may not be able to replace three people in a game, so this also leads to the single tactics of the Chinese team, which is easy to be thoroughly studied by the opponent. It can be said that the current Qiu Suhui has almost no secrets in front of Dunga, and people even know who you will change when and how your tactics will change.

In addition, he also made special efforts to study Qiu Suhui and understand his surname, which is helpful to analyze his tactical choices. Through his understanding, he knows that Qiu Suhui is a very capable coach, has rich coaching experience, does very well in China, and has backstage support. At the same time, in terms of surname, Qiu Suhui is a coach with a comprehensive surname, he is not as avant-garde and extreme as Sabato, nor is he as conservative as Trapattoni. In some ways he was more like his buddy Fan. Basten. Know when to attack and when to be conservative. In general, although he has been in Europe for many years, the "moderation" in the bones of the Chinese is still reflected in him at any time.

This can be seen from his performance in this World Cup, and since the Colombia game, he has been holding high the banner of attack, and the Chinese team has the second most goals among all participating teams, second only to Dunga's Brazilian team, which gives others the illusion that Qiu Suhui is advocating offense. Then I didn't expect to play Argentina, when everyone was looking forward to a good offensive show, he unexpectedly played a passive defensive counterattack tactic, and the scene was suddenly stuffy, if it wasn't for Zhang Jun's goal in the last minute of extra time, the Chinese team is likely to hate the World Cup because of his unexpected tactical arrangement.

Dunga's analysis believes that the reason why Qiu Suhui did this must be because the pressure is too great, so he has to be so conservative. So what kind of tactics will he choose in the final? Dunga was looking forward to it. No matter what tactics the opponent uses, he has a way to crack it. Brazil is the king of today's football, so what if Germany won the last World Cup? Brazil is still the number one team in FIFA's rankings and is still the world champion in the minds of world fans. We in Brazil have never been afraid of anyone!

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The security guards for the final were 100 times stricter than for the semi-finals, not only to ensure the safety of the fans and players in the stadium stands, but also for the important reason that the presidents of South Africa, Brazil and the prime ministers of China came to watch the games......

Football and politics are so closely linked......

Because the security check is extremely strict, so fans on both sides can be allowed to bring into the stadium, only their own person and tickets, as well as the flagpole to remove the flagpole, in the past, Chinese fans like to bring into the stadium drums are also confiscated by security personnel, and every entry ticket must be subject to strict searches at the same time.

This is also destined that fans on both sides can only fight in the stands.

The 70,000-strong stands were slowly filled, with red and yellow distinctly occupying the stands on both sides, and some other variegated neutral fans had been submerged in a sea of red and yellow.

Sophie put her right hand in front of her forehead, built a pergola, and looked into the stands, where the lights on the roof of the pitch were too strong for she to see anything without it.

South Stand – Red, Boundless Red. The red flag was rolling, the crowd was surging, and if you looked closely, the Chinese fans who were very interested actually played the Mexican wave before the game!

The North Stand - naturally the yellow of Brazil, a bright yellow, shining golden like the World Cup in the light of the lights. The yellow color is naturally green, and it looks a bit like Van Gogh's famous painting "Xiang Yuekui......

"Wow, it's spectacular!" Sophie couldn't help but sigh. She can be regarded as following the Chinese team from the first game of the group stage, game by game, even if the Chinese team and Italy, England, and Argentina, the atmosphere in the stadium is far from the present. "The final is really different...... she muttered as she looked at the packed stands.

Although she was also present in the Champions Cup final, how can the highest club competition on a continent be compared to the highest competition in football in the world?

The mobile phone in his pocket rang, and it was Li Yan calling. Because of his parents' arrival, Li Yan has not contacted Sophie today. I'm just calling now, and I must have wanted to confirm the work.

"How's it going, Sophie? How's your preparation going? "Sure enough.

"Everything is fine, just wait for the game to start."

"That's good...... That's good......" Li Yan repeated this sentence, and Sophie could tell from his distraction that Li Yan was also nervous.

"Brother Li, what's wrong with you?"

Sophie's voice brought Li Yan back to his senses: "Oh, nothing! I'm a little worried, so I'll give you a call, and since you're all set, then I'm fine. I'm ready for that too. ”

"Well, thank you Brother Li for your concern, hehe!" Sophie smiled and hung up.

She looked up at the press gallery, but couldn't see anything. There are so many people, how can she tell who Li Yan is?

Looking further up, there was the VIP box under the roof of the main stand, also because it was too far away, Sophie could not distinguish the figure in the box, but she knew that in one of the boxes there, there must be her parents watching her, as well as Zhang Jun.

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Sophie's laughter made Li Yan suddenly come back from his state of distraction, and he looked at Kaliani who was smiling and staring at him next to him.

"Ahem, you're in a good mood!" Li Yan coughed a little embarrassed.

"Of course, I'm a complete neutral right now, haha!" Kaliani is right, although he is Zhang Jun's number one fan, he is also a die-hard Inter Milan fan, and their family has been a fan of Inter Milan for three generations. And the top scorer of the Brazilian team, Adriano, is the "king" of Meazza.

Li Yan snorted, "Then if your Adriano scores a goal later, you'd better be careful when you cheer." ”

Kaliani glanced around, this was a section for Chinese journalists, and he was surrounded by Chinese journalists. Fools know which side to be on at this time.

"Oh no! I'm a fan of Zhang Jun now, Zhang Jun represents the Chinese team, and I'm also a fan of the Chinese team! The Chinese team will win! The Chinese team is the champion! ”

Li Yan kept smacking his lips beside him, looking at this face, he had been with him for a long time, and he had learned to be flamboyant. Well, Li Yan wasn't talking about his original flamboyant tongue, he was just lamenting that the pure Italian was gone......

However, when Sophie smiled, Kaliani made such a fuss, and his feeling of being a little nervous just now gradually calmed down.

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In the locker room of the Chinese team, Qiu Suhui looked at his players, his eyes lingering on the faces and then looking away. What a determined expression on these faces!

With such a player, what miracle can't be achieved?

Looking down at your watch, it's time.

"Okay, now that you understand what you should do, now ......" Qiu Suhui waved his hand, "Go on!" ”

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On the side of the Chinese fan stands, when the players of both sides had not yet appeared, almost everyone's eyes were attracted by a special fan at the railing of the first layer of the stands.

This person is dressed in the costume of the Monkey King in Peking Opera, and it is in these two World Cups that he became famous, and he is known as the "leader of Chinese fans".

And at this moment, he is not only dressed up in Peking Opera alone, but also dressed up in Peking Opera costumes for dozens of people next to him. However, there is still a big difference, because Lao Niu is the Monkey King, and they are the monkey soldiers and monkey generals of Huaguo Mountain!

The Monkey King, played by Lao Niu, made a gesture, and then said loudly: "Children! Now I heard that the Western barbarians came to Brazil to fight against China, and the two sides fought fiercely in this small land of Cape Town, South Africa! We're here to help! The little ones will be shouting and cheering up! Don't let the barbarians underestimate us Chinese men! Don't insult the prestige of our Huaxia!! ”

"Yes!!" The "monkeys" said in unison, and the momentum was quite spectacular......

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The players from both sides were standing next to each other in the tunnel, and in front of them were three referees, waiting to enter.

Kaka turned back to Zhang Jun, and he knew that Zhang Jun must be at the back of the line. After spotting Zhang Jun, he gave him a smile and twisted his head away. At this time, he was very sensitive, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressing, and he didn't want to give others a sense of frivolity.

Neither player took the initiative to say hello, and even said very little. Everyone is silent, thinking about their hearts.

The noise outside the stadium is so close that once you step out of that door, it's a whole new world. Now they were less than twenty meters away from stepping out.

The referee held the match ball, then turned back to the captains of the two teams and said, "Okay, you can play, please follow me." ”

Ronaldinho turned back to his teammates and smiled: "Let's go!" ”

Yang Pan turned around and shouted like him: "It's time for us to play!" Brethren, take up your spirits! ”

"Oh!!" Everyone, whether it's Brazil or China, is roaring.

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"Look! Players from both sides are on the field! The narrator shouted excitedly.

As the players stepped out of the passage, the theme song of this World Cup, the exciting "MomentofGlory" sounded again, and at this moment it was the music to welcome the 22 heroes. Ninety minutes, one hundred and twenty minutes, or more, it will become the music of the hero triumphantly crowning the king.

"Brazil! Brazil! ”

"Long live the Chinese team! Come on, Chinese team! ”

The fans erupted in loud cheers, tangled with each other, and no one could hear what they were shouting, but the atmosphere was exciting.

Kaka looked up at the full stands, he had experienced this scene four years ago, he was not a novice, but he still couldn't contain his inner agitation in the face of this kind of scene again. And this time is different from the last time, this time his opponent is the Chinese team, Zhang Jun, Yang Pan, and An Ke. It's the partners who have struggled together......

The glittering Hercules Cup is placed on the table next to the stadium at the exit of the passage, and this is the dividing point, with the Brazilian team to the left and the Chinese team to the right entering the stadium.

Kaka glanced at the trophy he had once held in his own hands. Eight years ago, he was an ignorant teenager who didn't know anything, and he went to Han Yue just to increase his knowledge and experience. Four years ago, he was the team's main player but was unable to save Brazil in the final, watching the hosts take it for themselves. Now, he is the core of the Brazilian team, an important player known as "the new generation of Brazilian leaders after Ronaldinho", he has the ability to change his fate with his performance, and the Hercules Cup will definitely belong to Brazil for the sixth time!

I'm coming, Zhang Jun......

Watching his teammates in front of him run out one after another, Zhang Jun began to stabilize his mind.

It was the final, the World Cup final, unlike any of the finals he had played before.

Dad, I'm standing in the tunnel of the World Cup final, do you see that? At the beginning, you were the one who gave me football as a gift, taught me to play football, let me watch football game videos, and cultivated my interest in football. Later, after I went to high school, it was you who encouraged me to keep playing football and not give up; Later, when I was torn between going to college or dropping out to play professional football, it was you who gave me the confidence to choose professional football.

I played for myself, for Sophie, for my mother, for those officials of the Chinese Football Association, for Qiu Zhi's future, for Ren Yudi's dream, for the dream of Chinese fans...... I play for countless people in the world who have nothing to do with me, but I haven't played for you. You've taken so many pictures of me playing football, since I was a child, but you haven't taken me at this moment, and only half of the photos are in the eighteenth album so far......

But, Dad, your protégé Sophie is a good successor to your talent. The big photo album with her name on it has been filled with the eighth book, and today, it is she who continues your dream on the sidelines.

Daddy, watch your son play! Bless me above......

Sophie, watch me play!

"Zhang Jun! Jang Jun ran out of the players' tunnel, and he was the last finale among them all! Let's wait a few more minutes and the much-anticipated final will begin! ”

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The two teams stood and played the national anthem, took pictures, shook hands with each other, and then the captain and the referee got together to exchange team flags and guess the coins to pick sides. After a set of standard procedures, the Chinese team won the right to kick off, and Yang Pan was lucky.

"Audience friends, audience friends! This is CCTV5! cctv5！ Wang Jianxiang started his on-site commentary work with some excitement, and his voice was a little hoarse because of the continuous work, but it did not affect him to explain the game with a full volume. We are now at the Greenpoint Stadium in Cape Town, South Africa, to broadcast the final of the 19th World Cup live to you! The Chinese team will challenge the Brazilian team! Standing on the left side of the pitch now, wearing a yellow shirt and blue shorts, is the five-time World Cup winner, the king of football, Brazil! On the right side of the court, wearing red jerseys and red shorts is our Chinese team! It's our first World Cup final, but that's not all! ”

A commentator is often asked to be neutral, because favoring one side of the game will hurt the feelings of the fans and spectators on the other side. But today, Wang Jianxiang did not shy away from calling himself the Chinese team "we" in the game, it is obvious that he has put his feelings into it, and no one will come out to accuse him when he does this, because at this time, the people who are in front of the TV to listen to him explain and watch the game are all Chinese fans, and the objects of their support are the same.

When the players on both sides stood in their respective formations on the court, there was a moment of silence in the huge stadium, and everyone was waiting with bated breath for the referee's whistle to blow.

At the same time, countless cameras have set their apertures on the pitch.

Like athletes waiting for a starting pistol, their fingers on the shutter trembled slightly.

In charge of the referee of this match was the famous referee Marcus from Germany. Merck. As a referee alongside Italy's Collina, Denmark's Nielsen, Sweden's Frieske and Switzerland's Mel, he is a key UEFA champion. He was also the only one of those referees who was still active on the pitch. At the same time, due to his age, this World Cup is also the last World Cup he blows, and this final is also the last game he blows. Using the World Cup final as his retirement farewell match, FIFA gave him enough face.

At the same time, the use of a European referee in matches between Asian and American teams also serves as a counterweight and a sign of impartiality that will not lead to some controversial decisions due to continental tendencies.

Merck looked down at the chronograph on her left wrist, and then at the other watch on her right wrist guard, which had to be the same time, and at the same time, synchronized with the timer in the hands of the fourth official on the field, all three times were the same, to ensure that the timing of the game would not be wrong. You know, in football, sometimes a one-second error can change the fate of a team......

Not convinced? Case in point: In the group stage of the 1978 World Cup, Wales referee Claire. Thomas blew the final whistle "just in time" when Zico scored a header. In the end, because of this 1-1 draw, Brazil qualified as second in the group. What happened to Brazil next...... Anyway, it was the host Argentina who won the championship in the end.

After all the time on both hands, Merck looked up to the sidelines, where he was waiting for instructions from the fourth official.

Zhang Jun trampled the football under his feet, and next to him was his striker partner Wu Shangshan. Neither of them spoke, and they were silent thinking about their thoughts. Before such an important competition, there must be a lot of thoughts in my mind.

Adriano and Kaka, who were on the other side, also stood with a serious face and didn't say anything.

Everyone is waiting.

The fourth official on the sidelines finally nodded to Merck.

Merck withdrew her gaze from the sidelines, then took a deep breath and swung her right hand forward vigorously.

"——! Toot"

(To be continued)