Johannesburg, Ellis Park Stadium.

The small number of Colombian fans erupted in loud cheers. Just thirty seconds ago, their number one idol and the team's most famous midfielder, Martin . Abelani just used his personal skills to force a breakthrough into the penalty area at the edge of Mexico's penalty area, but was helplessly brought down by the opposing defender, and the referee awarded a penalty without mercy.

Now the Mexican players are surrounding the referee to explain, while the Colombian players are hugging and celebrating like the fans.

Both sides are Latin American teams with delicate skills. It's on par at the time of the game. After a stalemate of 77 minutes, it was still 1:1 Colombia now only has one point, and they had no expectations for qualifying, but they didn't expect to get a penalty at this time!

If they had been awarded a penalty in the opening 10 minutes, they might still not have dared to dream of qualifying. But with such a crucial penalty at the end of the game, they are now more than qualified to dream of beating Mexico and accumulating four points to qualify. As long as the Chinese team can win against Italy, everything can come true.

Jones excitedly hugged Abelani, who was the team's number one penalty taker, and he was the only one to take the penalty. A chance to score at the World Cup, and a goal that could qualify for the team, Jones will naturally have to thank Abelani for making the penalty.

The noisy Mexicans waved the referee away, and Jones stood in front of the ball with a steady mind. He felt that the goal in front of him was so big, and the opposing goalkeeper standing in front of the goal with open arms was so small.

This goal will definitely go in! I swear!!

Jones heard the referee blow the whistle in his mouth, he ran and then hit the football. The goalkeeper was completely wrong in his direction – he pounced to the left. Jones pushed the middle.

“Ole————————！！”

"The ball went in!! Colombia leads Mexico 1-0! Who would have thought before the game? The first game was a 0:5 defeat to the Chinese team, but unexpectedly, Colombia woke up, they drew with the mighty Italy in the second game, and now they are ahead of Mexico by another goal! It's worthy of Group G, which is known as the Group of Death, and this situation is really messy! The team that is considered to be the weakest team in this group is now very likely to qualify! ”

Jones was running wildly, he had no purpose, he just wanted to feel the wind in his face, listen to the cheers from the stands, he felt like a Colombian hero.

Behind Jones was a group of cheering teammates.

******

"Colombia is ahead?" Qiu Suhui looked at Hu Li with some doubts, and Hu Li gave him an affirmative answer.

"It's really messy...... Qiu Suhui raised his head and rubbed the sun**. The Italians must have seen hope that they would only need to beat us to qualify, and although we are on the same number as Colombia, we can still rely on the win-loss relationship to qualify...... You say, Lao Hu, should we let Italy go? ”

Hu Li looked at Qiu Suhui in disbelief: "This shouldn't have come out of your mouth." ”

Qiu Suhui laughed: "It's good that you know, I won't let Italy go easily, I prefer Colombia with vigor than them." But football is not something I can win if I say I can win, if the Italians want to qualify, they will take it themselves. ”

****

When Trapattoni heard the news from Johannesburg, his spirits lifted. Mexico's defeat to Colombia was the perfect result, so that as long as his team can win this game, they will qualify with five points. And the Chinese team will not be eliminated because of the defeat in this game - whether it is considering the relationship between victory and defeat, the number of goals scored, and the number of goals difference, China has an overwhelming advantage over Colombia.

The ideal result is naturally that Italy and China will join hands to qualify!

He stood up again and asked his assistant to whisper the latest news to the field, Mexico is behind, and our chance has come!

The Italian offensive went even further.

Anke is going to scold her mother. Italy, which has been cornered, is truly terrifying!

Andrea Pirlo fired a shot from 25 yards away, but no one stopped him, Anco slid out without touching the ball, and the ball flew off the line by grazing the post. Although the dye did not enter, it made the Chinese break out in a cold sweat.

Such a thrilling scene appeared in front of the Chinese team's goal in the last period of time.

The Chinese team's counterattack came to an abrupt halt with 27 meters from the goal. Crewe's push was stopped by a duo of Andrea Pirlo and De Rossi – with a foul.

The distance of this free kick was a little far, and Zhang Jun, who was standing in front of the football, looked at the distance and gave up the idea of hitting the goal directly. He grabbed Yang Pan, who was covering him, and then hooked his hand to call Li Yongle.

The three of them have to discuss how to play the next game. Anyway, now that they are holding the advantage, he doesn't mind delaying a bit.

"Colombia is ahead." Zhang Jun gets straight to the point.

The other two nodded, indicating that they already knew.

"Italy must have seen the hope of qualifying, so they will attack so fiercely, they can't give them a chance, and if it continues like this, I can't say whether Anco's goal will be lost, so we should give them a fatal blow when they are pressing so hard now, so that they completely break the idea of qualifying."

Yang Pan raised his eyebrows: "You are really 'cruel'......"

Li Yongle helped Zhang Jun speak: "To show mercy to the enemy's subordinates is to be cruel to yourself." I agree with Zhang Jun that we have to let the Italians know that they have no hope of qualifying. ”

Zhang Jun patted Li Yongle on the shoulder: "You kid still understands me...... Let's kick this ball, let's get ready to sneak up on Italy while they're attacking! ”

Yang Pan also nodded: "Find the most suitable time, one blow is fatal!" He waved vigorously.

When the Italian players were waiting impatiently in a crowd wall and were about to protest to the referee that the Chinese team was blatantly trying to delay the game, the three-person meeting was over. Zhang Jun and Yang Pan did not go to play football. This made the Italian wall of people feel like they were being smashed.

Li Yongle's long pass is very accurate, but in the penalty area where there are many people and can squeeze people to death, no matter how accurate it is, it is not easy to shoot. Wu Shangshan leaned on the opposing defender Bonella, but he couldn't turn around and hit the goal, forcing his feet to just let Buffon easily confiscate the football.

Another Chinese offensive on the ground is over.

*****

Italy continue to bombard the hinterland of the Chinese team, and if it weren't for the amount of attacking talent they have now, these attacks might not pose any threat to Anco's door at all.

But they have Cassano, Gilardino, Pazzini, Montorivo, Pirlo, De Rossi and others. No matter how powerful Anke is, he is a person, not a thousand-armed Guanyin. Now under the strong pressure of Italy, Zhao Pengyu and Yang Pan are basically fixed in the position of full-back, and rarely assist.

During this time, the fans in China stopped making loud noises, and one by one they held their breath, all staring nervously at the TV screen. Italy's hunger, every attack, can make them raise their hearts to their throats. If the ball doesn't go in, the crowd keeps shouting, "Like!" Attaboy! "Cheer yourself and the Chinese team up.

And every time the Chinese team counterattacked, they kept howling, and even wanted to go up and kick the football into it themselves.

Before today's game, many calm analysts pointed out that as long as the Chinese team does not lose, it will definitely qualify. But in the face of this team that eliminated itself four years ago, everyone hopes that this time the Chinese team can defeat Italy and avenge the elimination four years ago.

No matter how critical the defensive situation is, Qiu Suhui insists on not letting Zhang Jun return to defense, leaving him in front is naturally for counterattack, if Zhang Jun needs to return to defense, then it is better to replace him and replace him with a defender.

The other one who was forced to stay in front was not Kru, but Wu Shangshan!

It can be seen from this that Qiu Suhui's obsession with winning is strong.

*****

Anke held a shot that didn't pose much threat in his arms, as if he was afraid that the ball would jump out of his arms. Then he got up from the ground and saw Li Yongle raising his hands and asking him for the ball.

Anke did not hesitate to throw the football to Li Yongle.

Li Yongle took the ball and turned around, and then passed to Crewe in the front court. Crewe dribbles the ball, and it seems that there is nothing special about this knowledge of one of the countless counterattacks of the Chinese team. Sure enough, Crewe's dribble was soon cut off by Pirlo and De Rossi.

Italy immediately counter-attacked, they had to take every opportunity to attack, time was running out, and they couldn't afford to waste it in midfield.

Pirlo made a long pass to Cassano, who looked back at the ball and then ran forward, he didn't intend to stop the ball, but wanted to pass the ball directly again, just like when they scored, with a continuous pass, and then tear through the Chinese team's defense.

But as soon as he received the football, he noticed a wall in front of him.

Li Yongle, the opponent when he was in the club, is now doing good things to sabotage his attack in the national team as always.

In a panic, Cassano planned to bypass this tough midfielder, and there was no way to put the ball into practice. First of all, he has to be able to avoid not being disconnected.

Unfortunately, the ball was stopped too close just now, and there was no way to completely shift the center of gravity. Li Yongle saw Cassano's intentions, and he naturally wouldn't let the opponent fight a quick counterattack - no, or a quick counterattack could be fought, but it couldn't be completed. Now Italy's two full-backs are plugging in and De Rossi is running forward.

Cassano's upper body swayed to the left, Li Yongle didn't eat his set, and directly stabbed the football from the middle!

He then flicked away Cassano, who was blocking him, and then slammed the ball to Crewe in front of him. The Chinese team fights back again!

Crewe didn't ask for it, he didn't even turn around, he turned his back to the direction of the attack and knocked the football with his heel to Yang Pan, who was very far away from him. I don't know when Yang Pan has run from the position of "right fullback" to "left fullback", his speed is really amazing, you must know that just when Cassano got the ball, Yang Pan was still in the backfield, waiting for Italy's attack.

He was on the street with Crewe's pass, and Pirlo had just run to Crewe's position. The Italians exclaimed, the Chinese team's counterattack was surprisingly fast!

"Back to the defense!" Nesta shouted to his teammates as she retreated. Bowo and Zambrotta hurriedly rushed back from the front, they had just rushed up, and they were going to cooperate with the team's attack, but they didn't expect to even touch the ball, and they had to run back again.

"Attack! Offensive! Crush them! Anke roared excitedly in the back. Let those grandchildren see our strength! ”

"Oh——!!" The Chinese fans in the stands let out loud cheers. "Team China! Come on! China! Come on! ”

Since Zambrotta, who was in charge of defending this side, had not returned to the defense in time, Bonella had to rush over to fill the position, and defending Yang Pan had to know that Yang Pan's long-range shot was also threatening.

As soon as Yang Pan saw Bonella rushing towards him, he knew that there was only one Nesta defending in the center of the Italian penalty area, so he directly passed the football to Zhang Jun, who was receiving in the middle.

Now in the Italian penalty area, Zhang Jun, Nesta, Buffon, three people, for Zhang Jun, this situation is equivalent to a one-on-one single knife!

He was in a rather disadvantageous position, but Nesta calmed down. He knew very well what it would mean for Italy if the goal was conceded with less than ten minutes left.

He was eliminated after failing to qualify for the group stage. For them who were in high spirits before the World Cup, it was too cruel......

Zhang Jun! This former teammate in Milan, in Serie A, has ruined their Milan good deeds again and again, snatched the championship from Milan again and again, and let himself taste the pain of defeat again and again...... Is he still going to bury all this with his own hands now in the national team and on the stage of the World Cup? And to make him taste even more pain?

No! I don't want to! Nesta let out a loud roar erupted in his heart, his wooden light became sharp, and his movements became swift, not at all like what a thirty-four-year-old veteran should be.

As long as he can delay Zhang Jun, prevent him from making a successful shot, or interfere with him while he is shooting, so that Buffon can catch the football, his task is done.

At the same time, Zhang Jun looked at his opponent in front of him: Nesta. After so many years, the hatred for Milan in his heart has long since disappeared with his defeat of Milan in the league again and again. Now he doesn't play with hatred.

But not remembering hatred does not mean that you will sympathize with your opponent. Qiu is right, in order to avoid Argentina, who could eventually finish top of Group E, they must win this game to top the group with an unbeaten record. For the sake of China's interests, there is only at the expense of Italy.

It's not a question of who's right and who's wrong, who made us the opponents in this game? Alessandro ...... Or rather, who made you so uncompetitive and draw two games in a row? In the last game, we could have played harmoniously and then qualified together. What a perfect ending that was......

If Italy is doomed to hell, let me push you in the back! As a professional athlete, this is the best reward for you defending me so hard, Alessandro!

The two of them have a lot of thoughts, of course, this is only a momentary thing, and to outsiders, they may not be more than two seconds when they meet each other.

Nesta's defense was very tight, and Zhang Jun couldn't find a suitable opportunity to kick up, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a red figure in the high-speed ** penalty area - Wu Shangshan!

Zhang Jun raised his foot to shoot, Nesta and Buffon were fully focused, tensed their nerves, ready to block the ball, and then take advantage of the situation to counterattack.

They didn't see the ball fly over as they wanted, Nesta pounced, Buffon also misjudged, Zhang Jun passed the ball to Wu Shangshan, who was rushing towards the goal on the left!

Although there was a Pirlo behind Wu Shangshan who was desperately pulling him, he was still left behind half of his body. Buffon had been deceived by Zhang Jun to the ground just now, and it was impossible for him to make another save in such a short period of time. His eyes were filled with despair and terror as he looked at the football.

Looking at the football in front, there is also a Wu Shangshan in the middle. Pirlo decided that no matter what the consequences of this action would be for himself and his team, he would also resolutely shovel it!!

Wu Shangshan thinks that Zhang Jun will definitely shoot at this kind of opportunity, which is a brace. A great opportunity to become a hero of all China, he rushed up purely out of the instinct of a shooter, hoping to have a chance to make up for it. Unexpectedly, after Zhang Jun's false shot, he actually pierced the ball to him!

Although Pirlo interfered with him behind him, Wu Shangshan was already stuck in position, and he was confident that he would shoot the ball into the Italian goal, if he couldn't even do this, how could he dare to compete with Zhang Jun for a position?

Pierre Loco Wu Shangshan shoveled down almost at the same time, the difference is that the former shovels people, while the latter shovels the earth.

The ball was touched by Wu Shangshan's toes, which suddenly changed lines in the process of rolling sideways, and then rolled at a right angle towards the Italian goal......

"Oh no—" the Italians all clung to their heads and cried out in pain.

The Chinese fans all raised their hands in the air, ready to cheer.

Nesta looked back in horror as the football was touched by Wu Shangshan, and then rolled into the goal quickly without being stopped!

He closed his eyes in agony, then went limp, and collapsed on the turf.

“GooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooL”

A counterattack, a four-legged pass, a goal, this is what Yang Pan said about a one-hit kill.

The heart of the whole of Italy was broken, and Trapattoni collapsed directly in his seat as if he had grown twenty years old.

Buffon only saved the ball after the ball had come in, and he threw it out of the net, but what good did he do? If you go in, you go in, and the whole world sees it, and the goal goes into the door that Buffon guards.

Wu Shangshan jumped up from the ground excitedly, and he scored the first goal in this World Cup! He was going to run to the corner flag to celebrate, but just after running two steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned around again, and then pounced on Zhang Jun, who was assisting him behind him. The two hugged each other tightly, much to the surprise and disappointment of the media who were planning to make a big splash about the feud after the game.

"This ball is dedicated to the 2004 Olympic team, the 2006 national team! They were knocked out twice by Italy, a past they didn't want to look back on, and now they have beaten Italy. Or those people! They have completed self-transcendence! Italy was hit into the abyss by Wu Shangshan's ball! Although Wang Jianxiang's words were a bit exaggerated, the excitement in his heart was not exaggerated at all.

"It's not over yet, we still have at least seven minutes to counter-attack! Stand up, everyone stand up! Gattuso was like a mad dog, roaring wildly on the sidelines. But by this time, not many people could hear him shouting from the sidelines.

****

Meanwhile, inside the Ellis Park Stadium in Johannesburg.

"What? You repeat!! "The head coach of Colombia, Evori Montocarlo, who has always been quite personable, was grabbing his assistant's shoulder very ungracefully at this time, shaking it hard and non-stop." I, I said...... The Chinese team just now, once again ahead of Italy, Italy...... We, we're about to qualify! Soon! "The assistant was shaken by Montocarlo, and his words didn't make sense.

Montocarlo slammed his assistant away, then looked up at the night sky and shouted excitedly: "Qualify!" Top 16! Ha ha! What an alluring prospect! Now Colombia is about to become one of the top 16 in the spotlight! My God! I praise you! ”

Forgive him for his gaffes, any team that was grossly underrated before the game, or even dismissive, would have reacted the same way he did on such a high-profile day.

Looking at the mexican team that was embarrassed on the field and was still struggling for the last time, Montocaro really wanted to announce loudly to everyone now: Colombia is not a fish belly! Colombia is not the weakest team! Colombia is not here to give points to Italy, Mexico! We have the same pursuit, we are the same desire to qualify! Now that we've done it, to hell with the "powerhouses" of Mexico and Italy!

The Colombian fans, who had already learned about the situation on the other pitch in the stands, were even more anxious than their manager, shouting: "China 2:1 Italy!" This is our hope! Guys! Take Mexico and we'll qualify! ”

The sound is so loud that even the TV broadcast can be heard clearly.

The Colombian players on the pitch naturally heard clearly, and Jones and Abellani looked at each other, and they saw ecstasy in each other's eyes. Outlet. It's not that they haven't thought about it. But after the 0:5 defeat to China in the first game, the domestic media almost scolded them as scum, at that time they absolutely did not dare to expect that they could qualify, they just hoped that the last two games would not be too ugly, not to lose all their dignity. Now that they have a chance to qualify, I really have to thank the Chinese team that has defeated them by a big beat.

"Martin, you said Cape Town is a very beautiful and lively city, and now we have a chance to see it!" Jones shouted at Abelani on the other side. If they progress from the group, they will move on to Cape Town.

"John, don't get carried away for the rest of the time, just hold on until the end of the game!" The two friends cheered each other on, then turned and got back into the fight.

****

The World Cup stadium in Cartabia is bustling with people, and now it's a sea of red. You may never see so many Chinese at the same time in any overseas course. Wearing red jerseys and waving the five-star red flag in their hands, they created an artificial red wave in the stands.

With less than five minutes to go, the countdown has already begun on the eagerness of the Chinese fans.

This is not the first time in the history of the Chinese team to qualify for the World Cup group, but for fans who have been depressed for decades, any qualification is enough for them to celebrate.

The Italians managed to recover from the grief and pain of conceding the goal, and they gathered the last strength to launch a stormy attack in front of the Chinese team's goal, and it could even be said that their attack was like a moth to a fire, which was suicide. Because at this time, they can no longer think about whether they are one person or two people in the second half, for them, losing one is losing, losing two goals is also losing, so why not let it go? Maybe they still have a chance to pull off a miracle and level the score at the last minute – they don't have the time to care about the match between Colombia and Hungry Mexico, and they don't know that Colombia have a one-goal lead, but the Colombians are firmly in control.

It was an all-or-nothing gamble, with the Italian having three shots in two minutes, one of which was almost scored, only to be kicked out by Yang Pan, who had returned to the goal line. The soccer ball whirled up the side stands.

There was a burst of exclamations in front of the television and in the stands at the same time.

"Brothers! Hold on! This is the Italians' last counterattack, and we just have to withstand it to win! Don't take it lightly! The Italians fight us like men, and we have to resist like men! Yang Pan roared loudly to boost the team's morale. In this regard, he has done much better than Zhang Jun.

"Defend! Look at the people! Watch the ...... Damn it! Don't leave anyone out! Anke is also roaring, as a goalkeeper, he likes the atmosphere now, the atmosphere that is so nervous that his breath is shaking, the air seems to be distorted, his body can't stop just want to keep taking off, saving, pressing every shot under him, holding it in his hands, holding it in his arms. Again and again, it ended the few hopes of the Italians, and snuffed out their flame of hope little by little. The goalkeeper, as the finisher of the opposing attack, enjoyed the resentful eyes and desperate struggles of the opposing striker.

Bovo had already been substituted, and in the final moments, Trapattoni made a desperate move to bring on a striker, the experienced Totti, hoping to force a goal. Bovo, who was substituted, refused to return to the bench, and he even refused the jacket handed by the assistant coach, and he didn't feel cold at all. He knelt on the sidelines, tears in his eyes, and looked helplessly at his teammates who were still working the court. He must have regretted why he scored an own goal in the second game, and if Italy were on four points, how could they end up in such a field now?

At the beginning, after scoring an own goal, although he was frustrated, he also felt that there was still time, everything was not to the point of no return, and in the rest of the game with Colombia, Italy would definitely win, and everything would end amicably with the Chinese team, and then the two teams would join hands to qualify.

What now? Everything really got to the point of no return.

The aging Totti used to be the prince of Italy, but now he is replaced in the most critical moment of Italy, but he cannot save his Italy like the hero in the fairy tale who saved the prince of the United States.

The Chinese team retreated almost entirely. At the same time, Qiu Suhui still has one last card in his hand - he still has a substitution, which can be used to delay time in injury time.

Crewe has been replaced, and the remaining one should be Zhang Jun, right?

Unexpectedly, when he was on the dead ball, Zhang Jun made a gesture to Qiu Suhui: Don't replace me, I want to play until the last minute!

Zhang's idea is simple, he doesn't want to rely on this way of delaying the game time to get the final victory. The Italian's performance in the second half left him in awe, and this is an opponent he deserves his respect, and he intends to finish this game with the same attitude.

So now he is back in the edge of the box and involved in the defense.

Qiu Suhui saw that Zhang Jun was resolute and took the initiative to participate in the defense, and he planned to let Shao Jiaying come back with his hand again.

****

"Come on, Italy! Italy!! "The Italian fans cheered on the team in the stands with tears in their eyes, hoping that their players could do a miracle and qualify, although the hopes were getting slimmer. They still want to...... The obsession does not change.

Totti had just come on the pitch, but his white jersey immediately turned green and black, which was a sign of hard work. Cassano gave the football to his big brother in Rome, and Totti looked ahead, the crowd was densely packed, and it was not easy to pass or shoot.

But he's not going to pass the ball anymore, what does Cassano mean by passing the ball to himself? He needs to take that responsibility.

Wang Yu gave up on Montorivo beside him, he staggered towards Totti, stumbled on his feet when he was about to be in place, and threw himself forward.

At the same time, Totti suddenly shoots with his feet! A long-range shot from 27 meters from goal! Everyone felt that Totti's shot was too irresponsible, and maybe his pass to Montolivo would be a good option. But anyway, instead of passing, Totti opted for a direct shot!

Wang Yu, who threw himself on the ground, felt that the top of his head was cold, and he was planted after dyeing.

Anke saw Totti suddenly rise to his feet at a very long distance, and he didn't dare to slack off, and his body crumbled as if the bowstring was crumbling. He's in the right direction. But still somewhat underestimating Totti's speed and power, he jumped a little slower and watched the ball fall from behind him.

In fact, Anke and everyone know that even if Italy draws, they will still not be able to qualify. Because now stoppage time has entered the last minute - the third minute. Just 30 seconds ago, the match between Colombia and Mexico was over, and Colombia had an important victory, they now have four points, and they have sent Mexico home with two points, and even if Italy draw this game, they will be eliminated with three points.

But Anke just didn't want to let the opponent score, he pushed his body in the air, stretched out his hand an inch, and dialed the football. The soccer ball hit him in the hand, jumped up slightly, and then slammed into the crossbar, straight up and down.

Anke had fallen to the ground by this time, and there was nothing he could do about the ball. There was a mess in front of the goal, Xiang Tao roared, rushed over from the outside, just like a basketball rushing to grab a rebound, jumped high, and then rubbed the header, and the football that had just fallen was pushed out of the bottom line by him At this time, it doesn't matter if the corner kick is gone.

Watching the football be pushed off the crossbar, Totti's feet went limp, and he fell to his knees. And Pirlo wanted to run over to take a corner kick, but he heard a whistle!

He was stunned for a moment, then heard two hurried voices.

"It's over! We've won! We're out! Wang Jianxiang excitedly raised his hands and stood up from the commentary seat.

The Chinese substitutes and coaches, who had been waiting on the sidelines for a long time, rushed into the field at the same time, running towards the players on the pitch with open arms. While they are celebrating their victory and qualifying, they are also celebrating the success of revenge.

Pirlo bit his lower lip and quietly watched as the Chinese players ran around him, shouting and screaming.

The league title, the Champions Cup, I lost, what's the big deal about losing one more game? I don't cry, I definitely don't cry! A voice in Pirlo's mind kept repeating. But the more he thought about it, the more sour his nose became. In the end, he still lifted his jersey and covered his head, and no one could see what the expression on his face was at this moment.

"The referee blew the whistle, the game was over, and the qualification place for Group G was finally determined. This result is truly astonishing...... The Chinese team's qualification was expected, but Colombia's qualification was beyond the expectations of the world. The worst underdog team was the one who came out on top, which is the best irony for analysts. In addition, it was a wonderful game, we saw the best Chinese team, and we saw the Italian team desperately defending their dignity. Congratulations to China and Colombia, who deserved the glory of qualifying, as well as Italy and Mexico for their efforts and good luck. It was truly an unforgettable evening......"

*****

Zhang Jun sat slumped on the turf, he felt a little cramped, and he felt more tired in the last ten minutes than in the first eighty minutes. On a few occasions, he even thought he was going to be equalized by the Italians. It's okay, it's okay......

When I looked up, I saw Pazzini crying alone not far away. He struggled to get up from the ground, then staggered over to Pazzini and put his arm around his neck, "GianPaul ...... You're doing a great job, don't cry like a woman. ”

Hell, why would I comfort an opponent of mine like that? Zhang Jun thought in his heart, then straightened up, took off his jersey, and handed it to Pazzini: "Take it, I know you don't lack my jersey, but this is the jersey I wear for the Chinese national team...... A month ago we celebrated the Champions Cup together and now I have to send you off with my own hands, but that's football, sometimes it brings you so much joy and sometimes it gives you endless pain. Thank you, Gian-Paul, it was a good game. ”

Pazzini stopped crying, he took Zhang Jun's jersey: "I know that you are wearing the jersey of the Chinese team, I will cherish it, although we were eliminated, but life will go on." I'm going on vacation, I'm going to cheer you on the beaches of Spain, beat our team, and you shouldn't stop before the final! ”

Zhang Jun smiled: "Don't worry, we won't." There's an even stronger opponent waiting for me. He remembered Kaka.

Pazzini took off his No. 11 jersey - the reason why he is also No. 11 is because he admires Zhang Jun, so he also chose 11 as his number in the national team - handed it to Zhang Jun: "Next season, we will play side by side together." I'll be waiting for you in Florence then. ”

Zhang Jun took Pazzini's jersey: "A word is a certainty. ”

Zhang Jun, who saw off Pazzini, saw countless reporters rushing towards him, and they opened their mouths to ask: "As the best player in this game, a goal, an assist, can you tell us a few words?" ”

Zhang Jun turned his head and saw Wu Shangshan passing by with his teammates cheering, and he hurriedly rushed over and pulled Wu Shangshan over. Then he said to the reporters in a serious manner: "Don't joke, the real hero of this game is him, if it wasn't for his last goal, maybe now the Italians are celebrating the victory, let him say it!" After speaking, he pushed Wu Shangshan to the reporters, and slipped away from behind, so fast that he didn't look like a person who had been running with all his strength for ninety minutes.

Wu Shangshan turned his head to look at the back of the man who ran away, and then looked back at the stunned reporters, and asked with a smile: "Is there anything wrong with you?" If it's okay, I'm going to celebrate with my teammates. ”

Without waiting for the reporters to recover from the shock, Wu Shangshan turned around and ran away.

A reporter cried with a sad face: "We are so uncooperative, how can we write a script?" Who is the hero of this game? ”

"Stupid!" An old reporter next to him taught him, "The heroes of this game are all the people who are desperate on the field." There is only one winner, but the hero ...... There are a lot of them. He looked up at the night sky in South Africa, and the shining stars represented the heroes who fought the pitch.