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This is the first time that the Chinese team has met the Azzurri in the World Cup, and the grudge against the elimination of the host has gradually dissipated, and the Russians have turned to support the Chinese team.

"Mr. Jianhong, I know you are an Italian fan."

"Hahaha, actually a lot of my generation was like that, the 1994 World Cup made us fans of the Azzurri."

"Baggio right?" Li Zibing smiled like a flower.

"Yes but not only, that group of Italian players," said Liu Jianhong began to recall the time of the 94 World Cup, when he was still very young and beautiful.

Li Zibing saw that in fact, that generation liked Italy because of their youth memories, and Li Zibing didn't interrupt it.

"Teacher Jianhong, who are you supporting today?" After speaking, Li Zibing laughed first.

Liu Jianhong smiled: "This problem is a big trap, but it doesn't bother me, I think a great game must need an opponent, only the Chinese team and Italy also play to the extreme, this will become a great game." ”

"It's not so much about who to support, but I think it's better to support the game itself."

"Hahaha, it's worthy of a famous commentary, it's very cunning."

"What about you, who do you support?" Liu Jianhong asked rhetorically.

"Of course it's the Chinese team."

"Is it because of Li Guo?"

Li Zibing glanced at Liu Jianhong, "Of course, he is the coach of the national football team, don't you support it?" ”

Liu Jianhong stuck out his tongue and thought: "This ability to beat a rake is indeed good." ”

*****

In the Italian dressing room, the players are making the final preparations before the game, and Buffon is doing the same preparation activities as always, unchanged for decades.

Buffon carefully wrapped duct tape around his ankles, and he would wrap them twice, seven times each time.

“7。”

It was Buffon's lucky number and his little secret, which he never told anyone, and after wrapping the tape, Buffon began to pray.

At this point, Ventura spoke, "Our style of Italian football has been passed down for decades, whether it's a five-year-old or our national team. ”

This is the happiness of Italian football, the country's football style is the same, so everyone knows that Italian football defends well, but the problem is that other national teams just can't learn it.

After listening to the coach's words, everyone nodded, and Ventura continued: "So whether it's the Chinese team or the German team standing opposite us, or an amateur team, we just have to play our own style, that's the style of our Italian football, you know?" ”

"Yes, boss."

*****

In the locker room of the Chinese team, Mu Fei said: "Head, I feel very nervous, it stands to reason that I shouldn't." ”

"It's normal, after all, the Chinese team has never reached the semi-finals, and people are nervous about the unknown."

"That's right, it's almost one step to make history," Mu Fei's heart also had some more gains and losses.

"I'm not going to ask you to be normal, because that's nonsense, but I'm going to tell you that only by making history will people remember you."

"Head, why don't you comfort me, but add pressure to me."

Li Guo touched Mu Fei's neck, "A player of your level should put pressure on you." ”

"I love to hear that."

*****

In the player tunnel, the players of the Chinese team and the Italian team stood on both sides of the player tunnel, the captain of the Chinese team Zhou Dun stood at the front, and the Italian side was Buffon at the front, and Buffon politely hugged Zhou Dun.

Mu Fei glanced at it, there are all big names in Italy, De Rossi, Verratti, Chiellini or something.

Especially De Rossi, the hero of Italy's championship in 2006, De Rossi also noticed that Mu Fei was looking at him and smiled at the latter.

The current De Rossi no longer has the grace of the past, with a big beard, which looks a little vicissitudes, but it is more flavorful.

Mu Fei thought to himself: "In the future, I will also change into such a look, and I will probably charm many girls." ”

After the players walked out, the Italian national anthem was played first, and the song of Mameli resounded throughout the stadium, and with the passionate melody sounding, the camera of the scene swept over the Italian players one by one, Buffon closed his eyes and sang passionately in his mouth.

Closing his eyes was to prevent tears from flowing, Buffon still hoped that he would remain calm before the game, but in the end Buffon was still too excited, and tears couldn't help but slip from the corners of his eyes.

After the national anthem was played, Buffon kept clapping his hands and the sound of snapping came out, and Buffon hoped to inspire his teammates in this way.

Then it was the turn of the Chinese national anthem, it was still the old habit, the players stood side by side, and the camera passed by the Chinese players one by one.

In the end, the camera stays on one person for a long time - Li Guo!

He was a rookie when he came, and now he has become a legend in Asian football, and Li Guo also knows that the camera is filming him, and his face is expressionless.

The national anthems of both countries were played, and the atmosphere of the scene reached its peak, and the passion of the fans on both sides had been ignited.

Zhou Dun and Buffon ran to the middle circle, the referee smiled and took out the coin, Buffon pointed to Zhou Dun, saying that the Chinese team should choose first.

It didn't matter if they picked sides, Zhou Dun and Buffon first exchanged the team flags of both sides, and then Zhou Dun asked for the front.

At the end of the pick, the Chinese team kicked off first in the first half, and Buffon ran back to his own half, where his teammates waited, waiting for the captain's final encouragement.

'Boys, it's just me and De Rossi who have won the World Cup, and I can tell you that it's a wonderful feeling.

De Rossi interjected, "No, that feeling will only be understood if you experience it yourself. ”

"Yes, it's hard to put into words."

"It's definitely the last time we two old guys will play in the World Cup, and what we're going to do is help you young people get a taste of what it's like to be a World Cup winner."

His teammates smiled, "Trust us, maybe we'll do better." ”

On the Chinese team's side, Zhou Dun is also encouraging his players, "Last time we stopped in the quarterfinals, what does the semi-finals of the World Cup mean?" I think everybody understands that those are the four best teams in the world. ”

"Don't worry, captain, I will do my best," Mu Fei said.

"Haha, I'm not worried that you don't do your best, this time against a team like Italy, brute force is useless, we have to play smarter."

Zhou Dun said a few more words, the players dispersed, each in place, arranged in formation, the referee was looking at the watch, and the assistant referee made the final communication, the first half was about to begin.