Chapter 222: We Are the Champions
"Ahh Champions, we are champions! ”
"Long live China, come on China!"
"The Chinese team is awesome, the Chinese team I love you!"
"I am Chinese, I am from China, I will still be Chinese in my next life, and Chinese football will rise."
In the Sydney Stadium, 60,000 Chinese fans instantly burst out of their most enthusiastic and passionate side. The Sydney Stadium was like warm water reaching the boiling point, and at that moment it burst out with tremendous energy, and more than 60,000 Chinese fans jumped up, shouting some long-suppressed words and shouting the voice of Chinese fans to the world.
Then I knew people I didn't know, good friends or just ordinary colleagues, as long as they were around, whether they were men or women, young or old, they all hugged each other and shared this happiness that they had never had.
"Win, we win!"
"Yes, we are champions, we are Asian champions!"
The Chinese team won, not because of our Germany, my A, and my West, but because we won.
The 60,000 Chinese fans have a common glory and pride at this moment - the Chinese team, the Asian champion.
Gao Tian was excited, as a football columnist, he naturally loved football very much, the Chinese team won the championship, he was excited, excited, happy and proud, but he hugged a beautiful girl next to him and let go, he didn't want to continue, but he still had something to do, he picked up his mobile phone and quickly took a few photos, and then immediately uploaded Wei @Bo, "The strongest Chinese team topped Asia." ”
"Li Yun deserves to be the king of Asian football, with 10 goals in three games, and his crazy performance is lonely and defeated."
"Li Yun is comparable to Ronaldo, and he should go to the five major leagues."
Determined to be Li Yun's No. 1 fan, Gao Tian immediately posted a few brainless blowing articles, but he still felt that there was something flawed, that is, he, a fan, did not have a photo with Li Yun.
"If you have the opportunity, you must find Li Yun to take a photo, Ma, I will definitely be the only one Li Chui after today."
Li Yun didn't know Gao Tian's thoughts, he rushed to Ren Hang, shouting as he ran: "It's really good, Ren Hang, you are really good." ”
Ren Hang laughed, lay down, he turned his head sideways and kissed the grass, "That's for sure, Ma's, you won't score such a good pass, I'll pump you in the end." ”
Li Yun ran over, he lay on Ren Hang's body, and said excitedly: "Good brother, thank you so much." ”
Ren Hang hugged Li Yun, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, tears flowed down instead, and then shouted in a hoarse voice: "Champion, we are champions!" ”
Wang Dalei pounced at this time, "Yes, we are the champions." ”
Then Zheng Zhihaojun, Min Meifang, and all the team members surrounded him, "Champion, we are the champion!" ”
The Chinese team cheered heartily, while the South Korean team was wordless and bitter, Kim Jin-so was lying on the grass, covering his eyes with his right hand, and choked softly; Kim Young-kwan sat on the grass, clasped his hands on his knees, and looked at the sky blankly; Lee Geun-ho held the doorpost with one hand and wiped his tears with the other; Ji Chengyong bowed his head with a gloomy face and was silent, Son Heung-min stood next to Kim Jin-so, looking at Kim Jin-so but couldn't say anything comforting.
The bald Che Duri was panting for air with his hands on his hips, he was in a bad mood just as bad, but he knew he had more important things to do.
"Alright, get up, it's time for us to thank the fans."
Cha Du Li is a senior, and when the other team members heard his words, they hurriedly wiped away their tears and followed Che Du Li to the area where Korean fans gathered.
South Korean players hold hands under the stands in the South Korean fan zone, and the players bend down and bow to the fans.
"Republic of Korea, come on!"
"Republic of Korea, come on!"
The South Korean fans cheered for the South Korean team in unison, and the louder and more shocking cheers resounded throughout the Sydney Stadium.
"Team China! Champion! ”
"Team China! Champion! ”
After a period of disorderly noise, the Chinese fans began to cheer for the Chinese team in unison, and the voices of 60,000 people instantly overshadowed the voices of more than 2,000 Korean fans, and the Korean fans screamed and hoped that the Korean players could hear their encouragement, but soon they found that the entire stadium was the sound of Chinese fans cheering, and there was no room for any other abnormal sounds.
Sun Xingmin looked at the fans who were shouting hard, his eyes gradually turned red, and he couldn't help shedding two lines of tears, but he quickly wiped them off, he turned his head to look at the Chinese team players who thanked the fans on the other side, and looked at Li Yun who was waving to the fans, Sun Xingmin secretly decided, "Li Yun, I will definitely beat you." Chinese team, in the next World Preliminary Round, China and South Korea will be in the same group, and I will definitely beat you. ”
After thanking the fans, the players of both teams immediately went to take a shower and change their clothes, and when they came out again, each wore a traditional Australian wreath, and a few minutes later, the senior AFC officials returned to present them with trophies.
Li Yun was very excited, he took out his mobile phone to take a group photo with his teammates, Yang Xu and others were more fashionable than Li Yun, and they had already posted a photo on Weibo @Bo, Li Yun didn't play Weibo @Bo, so he chose two good-looking ones and sent them to Li Sheng.
After a while, Li Sheng replied, "Well done, keep up the good work." ”
When Li Yun saw the text message, he suddenly felt that all the efforts were worth it, and he clenched his fists excitedly, infinitely eager to bring greater and more honors to the Chinese team.
At the time of Lee's photo, the humble podium was set up, and senior officials from Australia's Football Association presented the South Korean team with a silver medal.
Moments later, AFC President Salman led several senior AFC officials to present the gold medal and the Asian Cup championship trophy to the Chinese team.
Salman shook hands with the Chinese team members very warmly, and when it was Li Yun's turn, he patted Li Yun on the shoulder and said in English: "You are the pride of Asia, young man, come on, the Chinese team is stronger because of you." ”
Salman is a native of Bahrain, and the Bahraini referees have not been less black with the Chinese team, Li Yun has no good impression of Salman, he nodded indifferently, "Thank you." ”
Salman showed that he didn't care about Li Yun's attitude, but in his heart he was thinking about what opponent to give the Chinese team in the world preliminaries, so that this rising opponent could be drowned in the group stage.
After all the Chinese team members received the gold medal, Salman handed Zheng Zhi the Asian Cup championship trophy, the Pressure Mountain Cup.
Zheng Zhi burst into tears in an excited moment, he wiped a handful of tears, and then wiped his hands on his clothes, and then took the trophy tremblingly and cautiously.
Feeling the weight of the Alexander Cup, Zheng Zhi couldn't help but cry again, he is the Chinese Super League Footballer, the Asian Footballer, and the captain of the national team. 02 World Cup, the Chinese team is full of masters, he did not participate with the team, 04 Asian Cup, he was selected for the best team, the Chinese team is infinitely close to the championship, but in the end it was a failure, after ten years, Zheng Zhi continued to work hard, but whether it is the Asian Cup or the World Preliminaries, the group can not qualify, this year he is 35 years old, this time is undoubtedly his last Asian Cup, but he did not expect to win the championship.
"I will die without regrets in the future."
Zheng Zhi sighed in his heart, and then Li Yun shouted: "Boss, lift the trophy." ”
Zheng Zhi smiled, his hands were forced, and he raised the trophy high, "Champion, we are champions!" ”
All the team members of Li Yun Ren Hangmei shouted in unison: "We are the champions!" ”