Yang Pan walked to the penalty spot, and he was placing the football. He got up and stepped back......

A hoarse voice came from the TV. The fans in front of the TV held their breath one by one, staring at the TV, and their glasses did not dare to blink.

"Start running...... Shot! The ball is in!! Yang Pan took the lead for the Chinese team! ”

"Good shot!!" The people who were still quiet just now erupted in loud cheers, but the tense nerves were not relaxed, because it would depend on Anke's performance later.

***

"Wenwen, did Anke pounce out?" Anke's mother's voice came from the back room.

"Not yet, not yet!" He Wen sat in front of the TV to do a "live broadcast" for her aunt, and the aunt didn't dare to watch it, at this time she said that her heartbeat was very strong, and it was better to hide for the time being.

He Wen and her uncle have good psychological quality, so they stayed in front of the TV and continued to watch.

"Oh, tell me when you have a result."

"Got it......" He Wen stopped talking, her glasses staring at the TV screen, where Anke was walking towards the goal.

***

Anke moved his body as he walked towards the goal. When he was on the goal line, the whole stadium fell silent, and that silence quickly turned into pressure coming at him.

As a goalkeeper, there has never been a time like this. Whether it's pressure or glory, withstand the pressure and save the opponent's penalty, he is a hero!

The first to play on the Argentine side was their captain Carlos Tevez.

Like Yang Pan, he placed the football very carefully to make sure that the football would not shake suddenly before he got up and retreated, ready to run.

Anke had been watching Tevez and after he had stepped back to get away, he turned his attention to Tevez's feet, and if there was any change in the shot, it would have been from the ankle.

A whistle blows, Tevez runs, and then in one fell swoop!

Anke misjudged the direction and pounced to the left, but Tevez's penalty flew into the net from the middle!

"Argentina also scored a goal, so the score is 1:1!"

The Chinese fans let out a huge sigh and felt sorry for the ball. Anke pounded the ground in dissatisfaction, then got up and walked out of the restricted area. Ceded the place to Argentina's goalkeeper Saiya.

***

"Aunt, brother, he didn't pounce on ......" He Wen's tone was full of regret and unwillingness.

***

Seeing that Anke did not save the penalty, the Chinese team standing in the middle circle just shook their heads. It's normal for a goalkeeper to not be able to save a penalty.

***

It was Li Yongle's turn to play. Before leaving, other teammates would come up and give him a high-five, blessing him.

"Now it is Li Yongle who is on the field, the core of the midfield who is known for his stability in the Chinese team, and he is very calm and has the demeanor of a general no matter what the situation." Huang Jianxiang is introducing the players of the Chinese team to the audience, in fact, these many moves, how many people in China are not familiar with Li Yongle? How many people don't know about the current Chinese team?

***

Li Yongle's appearance made He Wen nervous, just like her aunt. Her heart was beating so fast that she didn't dare to watch it, so she could only close her glasses and listen to the commentary on TV.

"Li Yongle walked to the penalty spot, and he was going to come and take this penalty."

***

Almost all players who come to take a penalty will be very careful and careful about the placement of the football. Li Yongle was no exception, and he only took a step back after placing it. He is still confident in his foot strength.

The referee blew the whistle, ran and shot on the spot, very suddenly. Saiyan didn't save, and the football went into the net!

"Okay! Li Yongle also kicked in! Although it was the first time we had faced this scene, our players were very calm! ”

Li Yongle, who scored the goal, clenched his fists and waved, and then ran back.

***

"Li Yongle shoots! The ball is in!! ”

Hearing the sound coming from the TV, He Wen dared to open her eyes and cheered with her arms raised.

***

The Argentine player who came out next was Messi, and in the face of Anke, he calmly scored the ball, this time Anke judged the right direction, but the distance was far away, Messi's ball was very tricky, and he rolled into the goal by grazing the goalpost, and Anke couldn't reach it.

Messi, who scored the goal, opened his arms and cheered, which made Anke behind him very unhappy.

***

"Auntie, my brother still didn't pounce on ......"

***

Crewe's appearance caused a slight commotion, first, because he was a handsome guy; Second, because of his nonchalant attitude towards penalty shootouts.

Walking up slowly, he didn't put the football with his hands like the people in front of him, he stretched out his foot to pull the football to the penalty spot, and it was frozen. Then he stepped back, looked at the referee, and waited for the whistle to blow.

When Saiya was still guessing how Crewe would kick this ball, the referee blew a whistle and startled him, and then Crewe, like Li Yongle, barely helped to run, and came up with a kick!

The soccer ball flew into the goal from the top right corner of the goal! Saiya, on the other hand, didn't have time to make any moves, just froze in place, turning his head to look at the football behind him.

Good precise footwork, such a relaxed attitude! It's as if it wasn't a penalty shootout, but in normal training.

Crewe, who scored the goal, turned away expressionlessly, and even the huge cheers of the Chinese fans in the stands could not make his emotions fluctuate in the slightest.

This attitude infuriated Saiyan.

What is this?! walked up casually, kicked the football out indifferently, and then turned around and left, does he still have me as a goalkeeper in his eyes?

Qiu Suhui kept clapping on the sidelines, and that's what he wanted, and Crewe's performance was perfect, and to a certain extent, it angered the opposing goalkeeper, which laid a good foundation for the Chinese players to play in the future.

***

What Qiu Suhui didn't expect was that Crewe's performance not only angered Argentina's goalkeeper Saiya. It also angered Argentina's penalty players. Rodriguez, who was substituted in the second half, was the third player in the Argentine team, and from the close-up, his expression was a little hideous, and he was angry at Crewe's performance.

Football games should respect each other, but they don't see a shred of their own respect in Crewe. He wanted Crewe to know that Argentina could not be underestimated and that Argentina had its own dignity.

Anke stood still on the goal line, lowering his center of gravity and spreading his hands slightly. After doing all this, he quietly waited for the moment when the referee's whistle sounded.

Comeon,baby!

Hearing the referee's whistle, Rodriguez started to run, a decent penalty.

Left!

Anco pounced on his left side, the opponent's right, the moment Rodriguez's foot touched the ball.

The real touch of the soccer ball hitting his hand made Anke excited, and he pounced!

"Rodriguez...... Pounced! Anke pounced!! Wonderful. It's so exciting!! Wang Jianxiang roared in the commentary seat.

***

"Brother pounced!" He Wen screamed, "He pounced!" Jumped ......" She didn't know what else to say except to keep repeating it.

There was a loud noise in the door behind her, and it was obviously an excited mother Ann running out.

***

"Hooray!! Anke! The Chinese fans chanted in unison, cheering for their heroes.

In the stands, on the bench, in China...... Everywhere there is a TV in China, everyone is cheering.

Our protagonist Anke, on the other hand, didn't show much excitement, he walked out with his head down, just waving his fist lightly when Hosaiah passed by.

The moment I saved the penalty, I was very excited. But when he got up from the ground and heard the overwhelming cheers, he calmed down, the game wasn't over yet, it's too early to cheer, guys.

Have the last laugh. It's the best laugh.

***

Rodriguez returned to the team in frustration and his teammates comforted him. In fact, everyone has no bottom in their hearts.

And after Anke saved Argentina's third penalty, it was regarded as setting off a ** for this penalty shootout, and the Chinese were very emotional, and they fantasized in their hearts: Xiang Tao scored, and then Anke continued to save the second, then Zhang Jun, who was fifth, did not have to play. We will be in the finals! Reach the final of the World Cup for the first time in history!

Just thinking about it makes people so excited, not to mention that this dream is about to become a reality?

Xiang Tao took a deep breath and spit out again, and now everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"The fourth player in the Chinese team is Xiang Tao, and like Yang Pan, he is a player marked by a powerful shot, although he is a defender, but he has a shooting footwork that is not inferior to that of a striker."

Saiya is naturally very aware of Xiang Tao's ability, he is the one with the most goals among the Fiorentina defenders, and he can be ranked first in the Fiorentina team's ** player list, with a strong shot**. The shot is powerful and you need to be extra careful.

Saiya remembered Yang Pan, who was the first to appear, and that kick was estimated to have a speed of more than 140 kilometers per hour, right?

No! Maybe sooner......

Xiang Tao set up the football, he had always laughed, but he couldn't laugh at this time, he could clearly hear his heartbeat and breathing...... My heart was beating faster and faster, and my breathing was getting heavier.

Day!

Xiang Tao shook his head violently, what was he doing? Isn't it just a penalty? It's so nervous, look at people Crewe, how chic!

Xiang Tao patted his face with both hands, and then waited for the referee to blow the whistle.

"Toot!"

Run up.

Kicker.

Shot!

Saiya pounced on the right, but he immediately realized that he had misjudged again this time - Xiang Tao shot in the middle!

Is it going to be scored again this time? This puts the team at an even greater disadvantage...... Hell, why do you think that two power players will choose angles?! Damn it!

Saiyan feels like he's lost, but God doesn't want the game to end so early, and he seems to have a penchant for keeping the suspense going.

"Bang!"

Xiang Tao's vigorously volleyed football smashed the crossbar, and then bounced back!

"Uhhh

"Ahh Didn't even enter! Xiang Tao's penalty kick was kicked on the crossbar! "Regret, great regret." So...... Anke, it's up to you! Block Argentina's shot! ”

Looking at the ecstatic Argentine goalkeeper, Xiang Tao bit his lip and turned to leave the penalty area. He was in great pain, but there was still a glimmer of luck. Fortunately, he was not the last to play, so there were still two chances, left for Anke and Zhang Jun.

An Ke caught up with Xiang Tao who came back, and then hugged him: "Don't cry, kid, it's just a draw." ”

"Day...... Who cried? Xiang Tao struggled.

"Huh? You didn't cry? Zhang Jun let go of Xiang Tao, "Damn, what am I doing hugging you without crying, it's like a mountain with a broken arm!" ”

“Fuck!” Xiang Tao stretched out his middle finger to Zhang Jun.

Let Zhang Jun stir up like this, and his depressed mood just now was a little better.

"But it's like your style, even if you miss a penalty, you have to be a little bit careless. You can rest assured, Anke will definitely live up to expectations, and I am not so easy to be soft-footed. ”

Xiang Tao forced a smile and gave Zhang Jun a punch, "It's you kid who has no heart and no lungs......"

***

Anke didn't save a penalty from Aimar, who had the experienced Aimar tricked Anke into the back of the net. Anke had no choice but to kick the goalpost to vent.

Zhang Jun noticed that everyone was looking at him, and he smiled: "Are you worried that I will be very nervous and nervous?" ”

No one spoke, but judging from the look in his eyes, Zhang Jun guessed correctly.

"Am I going to play, and you don't have any indication at all?" Zhang Jun opened his arms and hugged Xiang Tao at the front. "I shot in, and Anke pounced. Trust the two of us. ”

He gave a thumbs up, then turned and walked towards the goal.

Sophie's fingers on the top of the shutter were trembling slightly, and if Zhang Jun couldn't kick in, then all the pressure would fall on Anke. The possibility of the Chinese team losing is very high.

Therefore, more than a billion glasses in China are staring at Zhang Jun, and the huge pressure is on Zhang Jun's head.

Will he be able to handle it?

Zhang Jun kept his head down and walked, others couldn't see his expression, and naturally there was no way to infer whether he was nervous or not nervous now. The Argentine commentator thought that Zhang Jun must be very nervous, otherwise he would not have lowered his head so much to hide his expression. Wang Jianxiang has the opposite attitude, believing that this shows that Zhang Jun is calm and calm.

A football appeared in his field of vision, and Zhang Jun knew that he had reached the predetermined position. At this time, he looked up, but at a glance he saw the familiar face behind the goal - Sophie was looking at him nervously.

Zhang Jun smiled at Sophie, he could make the world nervous with his expression, but he had to make Sophie feel at ease forever and never worry about me.

Don't worry, I'm all right. I was just kidding them.

Seeing Zhang Jun's warm smile, Sophie breathed a sigh of relief, the way Zhang Jun walked with his head down just now really startled her.

***

Zhang Jun!

Saiyan looked at the opponent in front of him. A super-heavyweight has appeared, and that's the kind of opponent he can't defeat without giving his full attention.

Legend has it that he has never missed a penalty in a hundred shots. It is also said that his penalty kick has no fixed pattern, and it is completely a matter of where to play, which makes the goalkeepers who study him completely unable to grasp any rules and cannot study it.

Saiya didn't believe that this was a legend, because he did study Zhang Jun's penalty video, and finally found that he really didn't see Zhang Jun's kicking pattern, the bottom left corner, the bottom right corner, the top left corner, the upper right corner, and the middle ...... There are all goals recorded, and none of them are accidental once or twice.

It is recognized in world football that if Zhang Jun's archery skills are the second in the world, then no one dares to call him the first in the world. With such terrifying shooting accuracy, isn't it normal to point where to hit a penalty without interference?

Watching Zhang Jun put the football in place, then got up and stepped back. Saiya felt like he was drenched in sweat. He lowered his weight as much as he could, leaning forward slightly, his toes on his toes, and his calves trembling slightly.

Left? Right? Middle? Topmost? Below?

In the face of a shooter like Zhang Jun, the goalkeeper will have a lot of things to consider, and all aspects must be considered. This will also cause them a lot of psychological burden.

On the contrary, look at Zhang Jun, who has a very calm and natural expression, without tension or relaxation. Just stand on the line of the big penalty area and wait for the referee to blow the whistle.

At the same time, his glasses kept looking at Sophie on the right side of the goal.

Saiya noticed Zhang Jun's eyes, right? Do you want to shoot in this direction?

"Zhang Jun is the fifth player of the Chinese team, and the rules of the penalty shootout are that each team kicks five goals first, and the winner is decided among these five goals. If not, the game continues in the order of one goal per team until the best winner is determined. This is also why the penalty shoot-out is the most cruel reason, just one goal can make the team out of the game after 120 minutes of hard work, and this exit is very lucky. The team that people generally favored before the game may not be able to win, and here, luck is much greater than strength, and strength does not equal victory......"

It took a bit of time to prepare for the penalty and the commentator had time to babble on and on, but his explanation only added more tension to the crowd. Because he said that "strength is not equal to victory", Zhang Jun's strength is beyond doubt, since it is not equal to victory, is it equal to defeat?

Looking at the nervous goalkeeper Saiya, Zhang Jun suddenly smiled.

Saiyan was stunned.

Just then, the whistle blew.

"Shoot!"

Without hesitation, Saiyan pounced on the right side of the goal, to his left. In this case, it's a gamble to see if you can hit it.

At this moment, Saiyan seemed to see a scene of slow motion. He flew to the right side of the goal, but the ball flew straight to the center of the goal, and to his surprise, the ball drew a parabola in the air and fell towards the goal.

It's very typical of a spoon sling!

“Goooooooooal!!! Zhang Jun has scored! The fifth to appear lived up to expectations!! Wonderful spoon!! Wang Jianxiang and the Chinese fans cheered together.

Not only to get through your door, but in the most elegant way!

Zhang Jun gave a thumbs up to Sophie's camera, allowing Sophie to take a picture of herself and turn away from the restricted area.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Mascherano walking towards me.

It turns out that he is also the fifth......

"We've been teammates for three seasons, and it's good to be opponents once in a while. Since the group stage, I have met a lot of acquaintances, and this circle is really small. ”

'I don't want this game to be decided by penalties.

"I don't want either." Mascherano said.

……

Unexpectedly, the game was dragged to the point of penalty shootout. What he didn't expect was that he and Mascherano were the last to appear on both sides. Providence or coincidence?

Mascherano showed an age incommensurate with his age when he was in Florence, and Zhang Jun could always see Yang Pan's shadow from this teenager, the only difference between them was their nationality and position.

Bianchi put him in the last game, and he must have taken the situation into account. Now the two sides are 4-3 for the time being, and Mascherano will have to put the ball in to ensure that the game can continue.

Zhang Jun stood in place, waiting for Mascherano to come up.

When Mascherano saw that Zhang Jun, who was about to walk back, suddenly stopped, he knew that he was waiting for him.

It's always awkward to meet in this situation, but it's even more awkward if you suddenly change your route to avoid it, after all, the two have to work together in the same club.

I had to bow my head and walk up.

The performance of the two is also strikingly similar, both walking with their heads down.

"I just want to tell you that now I'm in the Chinese team and you're in the Argentine team. Don't think too much about it......" As Mascherano walked past him, Zhang Jun whispered in Italian, confirming that although the voice was small, Javier would be able to hear it. Because now the whole stadium is silent.

Mascherano didn't stop for a second, he walked directly past Zhang Jun, very naturally.

And Zhang Jun turned his head to look at Bianchi, who was nervous on the sidelines, and walked back to his team with a smile, and he was greeted by heartfelt praise from his teammates.

***

Anke took off her gloves and wiped the sweat from her hands with a towel. Then he put the gloves back on, and he did the whole process very carefully. Because he also knows very well that now, these hands are related to the fate of the Chinese team, and they have to be taken care of.

Mascherano was carefully arranging the football, and in the penalty shoot-out, it had become a standard move for everyone – except, of course, for Crewe Lee, who didn't care about anything.

Anke, who had already made preparations, did not stare at Mascherano this time, but looked up at the sky.

The night sky in South Africa, illuminated by the roof lights of the stadium, made it impossible to see anything, and his eyes narrowed.

……

"You remember me, Anke! The goal of the dawn can only be guarded by you! On the rainy court, Yang Pan said to him viciously. The deep affection of gnashing teeth was as if Anke was his enemy.

"Anke, my parents went to great lengths to send you abroad so that you can have a good future when you come back from studying abroad in the future, and you have to study hard over there." The night before leaving the country, his mother took his hand and admonished.

"My parents didn't send me to Germany to learn how to play, but to find a job in the future...... I may have to go back to my home country as well. There's no way I'm going to make a living out of football, unlike you guys, who have decided to go down the path of professional football almost since high school. When Zhang Jun asked himself if he had given up football, this duplicitous guy said so.

"Hey, Anke! Are you really no longer playing? On the station platform in Amsterdam, Zhang Jun asked.

"In the future, when you are old, I am also old, let's play football together again!" Until this moment, fools are still pretending to be cool.

"If you dare to play tomorrow, I won't have your son!" Father's roar poured cold water on Anke's head. The icy cold kind.

But Anke still stepped into the professional arena without hesitation. In today's World Cup in South Africa, my father will definitely watch his game with my mother, worry about him, and cheer for him. Because he's also a standard fan.

I'm going to hold my future with these hands.

……

Mascherano finally set up the football, and Anco took his eyes off the sky. Move past Mascherano in the distance, move the football at his feet, move to the turf in front of him, and finally freeze on his flat hands.

No, my future has been grasped, and now it's time to change my lines.

I'm going to grasp our future with these hands!

***

He Wen has never been so nervous as she is now. When Li Yongle took a penalty, she could resist watching TV. But now, even though she was trembling with nervousness, she still forced herself to keep her eyes wide open, and she wanted to see her brother's performance.

In this World Cup, because of the increase in the strength of the Chinese team, there is less and less time for Anke, but isn't it the time that belongs to her brother alone? Noda's stadium was just a stage for him, and Mascherano was just a supporting role for her brother.

The wide and thick back, which once gave her a great sense of security when she was a child, is now standing in front of the goal, as steady as a mountain.

- Anke, you know what? Why is the goalkeeper the only player on the pitch who can catch the ball with his hands? Because he's special. He's the last line of defence for the whole team and he has a lot more responsibility than anyone else on the pitch. He's a position where he can't afford to make mistakes, strikers and defenders can make mistakes, but goalkeepers don't have that right. Because your mistake is the death of the team. Remember that the hope of the whole team is in you and when you step on the goal line, you must never retreat. No matter what situation you face, you must be calm, you must not make mistakes, you cannot retreat, and you cannot even regret it.

You can't make mistakes, you can't go back, you can't regret it...... What an exciting profession it is!

***

"Toot!" The referee blew the whistle that would decide the fate of both sides.

Mascherano started to run, and he was very powerful and didn't hesitate. It seems that he is full of confidence and grasp!

Anke didn't move. Like a rock, he didn't move his body to interfere with the other party's feints.

Kick out, shoot!

Anco slammed off the ground, and the target was the ball shot by Mascherano!

There was no problem with the judgment, the preparation was terrifying, and the reaction was as fast as a civet, and this was the best goalkeeper in Europe last season - Anke.

Mascherano has a lot of power and a lot of speed, and he has that confidence - even if you Anco is right, you can't get faster than the ball I shoot!

But he clearly underestimated Anke's speed.

Jumping out, his right hand raised high in the air, horizontally in front of the football, and then his fingers flicked hard!

He felt like he had hit the ball, as long as nothing happened......

The football was dialed by Anke, but the castration continued. Slightly biased and keep flying towards the goal!

This was just a momentary happening, but everyone's hearts were raised to their throats, and many female fans even covered their mouths, for fear that their hearts would jump out of there.

According to the rules, it is not allowed to shoot in the penalty shootout, so if you don't score the first kick, that is, you don't score, there is nothing to discuss. But if you just let the goalkeeper block it, you end up in the goal. Then count in.

All the hopes of the Argentines are on this ball, while the hopes of the Chinese are on the tips of Anke's fingers.

Putting all the hopes of so many people on one person is really a career that stimulates the family.

Anke had done everything he had done, and now he could only watch the ball and see where it ended up.

"Bang!" It's not very loud, but even people in front of the TV can hear it clearly.

The ball hit the post and bounced into the goal......

"Argentina was eliminated from !!"

As soon as Mascherano's knees went limp, he fell to his knees, his hands covering his face, and he didn't want to look at it anymore.

Anke jumped up from the ground, and it was only then that he could really open his heart and shout in celebration. The one who has the last laugh. I laugh the best. He Anke had the last laugh.

The players on the bench, the coaches in the dugout, and the teammates in the center circle all threw themselves at Anke in front of the goal with open arms. The red in the stands has boiled, and it is believed that in China, more red will be dyed all over the country at this moment.

"Finals! We're in the finals! This is a historical ...... For the first time! For the first time! Wang Jianxiang's voice was trembling, even if he couldn't speak tomorrow, he would roar. This is the pride of Chinese football and the pride of Chinese! I saw the overwhelming red! I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen...... I don't have the words to describe what I've seen now, see for yourself......"

Xiang Tao, who had been gritting his teeth and nervous since Mascherano walked out of the penalty spot, could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and Anke completed his redemption.

And Zhao Pengyu had already rushed to Anke with the national flag, and then pressed him under him. Looking at his sprint speed, it was completely indistinguishable that he had been running for a hundred and twenty minutes.

The crowd celebrating the victory on the court split into two groups, one rushing towards Anke and crushing him under him. Another group of people surrounded Zhang Juntuan, and if he hadn't kicked the football in under pressure, then maybe there would have been no Anke's last successful save at all.

As soon as Hu Li rushed into the field, he stumbled under his feet, fell to the ground, and cried so much that he cried. And Qiu Suhui, who has always given people a calm and calm impression, kept wiping his tears with his hands. From Jang Jun's equaliser in the final moments of extra time, he felt like he had taken a turn from hell and then came back. Narrowly escaped death.

The photojournalist kept filming around Anke, who was crushed underneath, and the flash kept flashing. And Anke, although his body was suppressed, his hand was pounding the ground all the time, and he was using this way to vent the excitement in his heart.

Yang Pan circled around the venue draped in the national flag, running from one place to another, completely without the seriousness of the captain.

All of them were in a state of madness, and great happiness had never befallen them all at once, as it was today.

When Zhang Jun reacted and planned to exchange jerseys with Mascherano, there was no Argentine player in the entire stadium.

"Zhang Jun, what are you looking for?" Xiang Tao grabbed Zhang Jun, who turned his head and looked around.

"It's nothing, they're going to swap jerseys with Javier, what about them?"

"Hey! Leave the Argentines alone, tonight is our night! Let's have a blast! Follow me! Xiang Tao took Zhang Jun's hand and ran to the other side. The fans are still waiting for us, we have to go and thank them! ”

The losers have quietly withdrawn, and only the victors are here to greet the cheers.

***

"This is a night that deserves to be written in the history of Chinese football, and although I am in South Africa now, I can also imagine how lively it will be in China at this moment. Even if the Olympic bid is successful, it will definitely not be as good as today. From Asia's third-rate to world-class, the Chinese team only took eight years, the 2002 World Cup swallowed nine goals, no goal painful experience has finally become history, to welcome us is a bright, brand-new, full of hope tomorrow! ”

The excited Li Yan expressed his inner emotions so wildly in his article, he wrote a lot of comments criticizing Chinese football, even today when China's football reform is gradually showing achievements, he has not given up pouring cold water on the Chinese people from time to time. But now he feels that pouring cold water at this time is very pretentious, and it is also a very SB behavior.

People need to be happy, Chinese fans need to be happy, and they have waited for more than half a century for this. Now, what reason should not let them rejoice and forget all the unpleasantness?

Let's cheer for tonight! No one sleeps tonight!