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"Dad, Dad, look at CCTV5, the Chinese team,"

"The Chinese team? What team is China? ”

"Soccer team, men's soccer team,"

Facing his son, Lao Huang looked unhappy, "For the New Year, you let me watch the men's football team, are you sincere?" ”

The son couldn't help but say, grabbed the remote control, and changed to CCTV5, the two fathers and sons only watched it for 5 minutes, and immediately forgot what the Spring Festival Gala was, "Is this still the national football team?" ”

At this time, the Chinese team has led the Iraqi team 4-0 on the field, and occupies an absolute advantage on the field, just when the father and son were happy, Zheng Zhi turned around in the midfield and passed the ball, the ball was sent to the back of the Iraqi central defender, and the Chinese team player who inserted it shot with a kick, and the Chinese team scored another point.

If you look closely, why doesn't you know this person?

Take a look at the jersey number behind you, No. 5, and then look at the name, Zhou Dun!

Xiao Huang seemed to remember something, "Oh, by the way, this is the central defender just recruited by the Chinese team, which is said to have been found by Li Guo from Chile." ”

"Damn, now the national team can also transfer?" Lao Huang said puzzled.

"No, he's Chinese, but he lives in Chile,"

After the Asian Cup held in China in 2004, Lao Huang paid little attention to the national football team.

"Dad, do you still watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

"What kind of Spring Festival Gala to watch, the Spring Festival Gala is so good-looking!"

Old Huang Yi was happy and said to his son: "Go, bring me the remaining half plate of pork knuckles from the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and my second pot head,"

After his son left, Lao Huang still said to himself excitedly, "If this state is maintained, maybe you can see the Chinese team in South Africa." ”

*****

The office of a certain newspaper office was still brightly lit on the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the big guys all came over to work overtime non-stop after eating the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

"It's really unlucky, the national football team still has a game today, so Lao Tzu has to work overtime in his Chinese New Year's Eve,"

This is the sad urging of sports reporters, especially football reporters, the Chinese New Year, which is a normal game abroad.

Now there are three people in the office, surnamed Du, Zhao, and Cui, and the three of them also add the word "old" to each other's surnames, so they are called, anyway, the three of them are more than 40 people.

The one who spat out the bitterness just now was Lao Du, and the editor-in-chief of the newspaper was not there, so it was inevitable that these editors would complain.

"I said Lao Du, instead of complaining, it's better to finish writing the manuscript quickly,"

So the three of them agreed to write one article respectively, one wrote about the Chinese team lost, one wrote about the draw, and one wrote about the Chinese team winning.

"Hehe, of course you said so, if you catch the Chinese team winning, it's better to write, because that's impossible, you just write it, anyway, your manuscript can't be published at all."

Lao Zhao didn't like to hear this, "How is it impossible?" You just look down on the Chinese team so much? ”

After saying this, all three of them laughed, even Lao Zhao himself laughed, what kind of team is Iraq? Asian Cup Champion! And the Chinese team is already showing a little bit of regression. In all fairness, before the game, the domestic media did not dare to say anything, but privately they were optimistic about the Iraqi team.

"Originally, the Football Association didn't want to die, it was done step by step, it is estimated that the Chinese team still has a play, but now the Chinese team still has a look? Look at these people called in by Li Guo, what Mu Fei, who has only been playing professional football for a few months, and Geng Chong, who came out of the TV draft, haha, just these people, I'll tell you the truth, if Li chooses these people too soon, we will lose in Manila. ”

"Yes, this Li Guo, this time the veteran doesn't need it, Dewey doesn't use it, Li Weifeng doesn't use it, what Zhou Dun, Yin Di, this Li Guo is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and he doesn't know how he died when he dies."

"I heard that the General Bureau has already released a word, as long as this game is lost, Li Guo will get out,"

"That's good, Lao Tzu doesn't like him the most, as soon as he comes to power, he will give our media colleagues a dismissal."

At this time, Lao Zhao and Lao Cui looked at Lao Du, who was responsible for writing the manuscript of the Chinese football defeat in Doha.

"Lao Du, write hard, slap Li Guo's face hard,"

Lao Du took a puff of cigarette, "We have more than ten years of knowledge as a text reporter, but nothing else, isn't this okay?" ”

After speaking, the three of them laughed, and suddenly, Lao Cui seemed to remember something, he picked up the remote control, "You said that we should change the channel and watch the national football game." ”

The other two seemed to see Uncle Benshan's sketch in advance, and laughed, "Looking at the national football team in the Chinese New Year's Eve, you are not afraid of being awkward next year." ”

Lao Cui shook his head, feeling funny in his heart, put down the remote control, put his feet on the office, and watched the Spring Festival Gala happily.

A hurried phone rang, and Lao Zhao picked up the phone, "Editor-in-chief, Happy New Year." ”

"Happy you're big,"

Lao Zhao was depressed, although the editor-in-chief had a bad temper, but for the New Year, besides, he didn't stretch out his hand to hit the smiling person.

"Something's wrong!"

As soon as these words came out, Lao Zhao became nervous, "What's the matter?" ”

"Didn't you watch the national football team?"

"No, the three of us are watching the Spring Festival Gala,"

The editor-in-chief on the other end of the phone almost got emphysema, "You three idiots, hurry up and watch the game." ”

Hung up the phone, the three of them hurriedly transferred to CCTV5, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you are startled when you see it, the Chinese team leads Iraq 5-0!

Seeing this situation, the three of them were wow cool in their hearts, this newspaper is famous for relying on the black national football team, this game, they are also ready to bombard the national team, and they want to make a good fire again, but now......

"MD, how could the national team become so powerful all of a sudden,"

As football reporters, all three of them feel that this is unscientific, but if the three of them know about Iceland and Wales in world football later, they will understand that as long as the road is right, it is not impossible to counterattack in football.

"Lao Du, you slap me, I think I'm dreaming," Lao Zhao said.

Lao Du sighed: "No need, we have been swollen by Li Guo, I have a bad premonition, maybe this bowl of rice of our Black Country Football Team will come to an end in the future." ”

Brewed a pot of coffee, the three of them lowered their heads, all the previous work was in vain, Lao Zhao's ten fingers hung on the keyboard, and he couldn't fall for a long time, he had been black for too long, and suddenly wanted to praise the national football team, he really didn't know how to open his mouth.

After thinking about it for a long time, Lao Zhao finally knocked down a few words - "Congratulations to the Chinese team for their big victory and a good start to the top 20 competition." ”