Johannesburg, Ellis Park Stadium.

For this World Cup, Johannesburg has two stadiums, as well as a larger stadium, the Soccer City Stadium, which hosted the opening ceremony.

Ellis Park Stadium will host the first group stage match between China and Brazil.

June 15 is the first match, and on June 14, the players of the Chinese team and the Brazilian team will come to the field, which is the only chance to adapt to the field before the game.

The bus drove into the stadium and many fans gathered outside the stadium, including Brazilian fans, but more Chinese fans.

"There are so many Chinese in Johannesburg, there are flags everywhere." Han Peng said with a smile.

"Hehe, it's normal, where in the world are there no Chinese?"

Walking into the stadium, you are greeted by the Brazilian players.

"Don."

"Curly."

"Hahahaha."

The two hugged each other, happy like a 200-pound child.

The Brazilian player and Tang Zhenglong also know each other, and they are not friends, but they can also say hello.

"Don, I've watched the news, you threw 1 million euros into the water, it's really bold."

“……”

Poke me in the heart.

"Hehe, less nonsense, I have confidence in the Chinese team, and if you have the ability, you can also invest 1 million Chinese team to win."

Marcelo shook his head, "I'm not going to throw money in the water." ”

"Okay, I'm going to step on the field, and I'll abuse you tomorrow."

Marcelo Khan.

"What's wrong?"

It turned out that Dunga chose Lyon's left-back Bastos for the first game instead of Marcelo.

"I played as a substitute in the first game."

"Why?"

"The boss said I knew you too well."

Tang Zhenglong Khan died.

"Bastos is a bastard, can he compare to you?"

Bastos was on the sidelines, and he could hear it clearly.

"Hey, I'm standing here."

"I never talk about people behind my back, you're the best."

Burst!!

Tang Zhenglong pulled Marcelo aside.

"Do you want to play?"

"Of course I do, but the boss has already decided on the list."

'Hehe, always be ready to come off the bench, you can play in the first half within 10 minutes.'

“……”

"I see, you're going to get a red card and kick Bastos down."

“……”

"you!! You're the one who gets the red card. ”

"That's?"

"I can stun him, kill him."

Hehe.

Marcelo chuckled.

"Don, Bastos is also a top player, you think he's a rookie?"

Tang Zhenglong patted Marcelo on the shoulder, "You don't care about it, anyway, get ready to play and warm up well." ”

Marcelo was stunned, but Tang Zhenglong occasionally made unexpected moves, so he believed it.

*********

Woooooooo

"What's wrong?"

Han Peng's fake crying is quite funny.

"I just heard that there will be no me in the starting line tomorrow, it will be Qu Bo and Gao Lin who will start."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, one high and one fast, it's very suitable.

"It's quite suitable, Qu Bo has speed, Gao Lin can fight."

“……”

"Brother Long...... I'm obviously better than Gao Lin. ”

"Really?"

Han Peng's eyes widened, "Brother Long, do you never look at Deyi?" ”

"Yes, what am I doing with Deyi?"

Han Peng Khan died.

Tang Zhenglong comforted: "Han Peng, you think so, the first game against Brazil is actually a war of attrition, we must defend to the death, Gao Lin is the same as you, anyway, they are all in their own half, and you will definitely play in the second half." ”

Han Peng thought about it, too.

"Tomorrow we will definitely be in a 901 formation anyway, with nine men defending behind and one man in front."

"Brother Long is mighty!!"

"Hahaha, no way, those who can work hard!!"

At the door, Zhu Guanghu's right hand stayed ten centimeters away from the door, he was about to knock on the door to talk to Tang Zhenglong, but when he heard Tang Zhenglong bragging with Han Peng, it was really outrageous.

"These two guys should really go and talk about cross talk."

At this time, Gao Lin passed by and shouted Zhu Gui.

It was quiet as soon as I heard it.

Then the conversation changed.

"Han Peng, do you know why the Chinese team can enter the World Cup?"

"Why?"

"Thanks to Director Zhu's wisdom and martial arts."

Burst.

"I see."

"Is Director Zhu stronger than Milu?"

"Who is Milou? I don't know, I only know Director Zhu. ”

Zhu Guanghu listened to it for a minute, and felt a little sick to his stomach.

"I finally know why Tang Zhenglong is loved by everyone now, this guy is so good at talking, but why do I have nausea?"

"Slipped, slipped, can't listen to it anymore, the sugar-coated cannonballs are terrible."

Han Peng whispered, "Brother Long, it seems to be gone." ”

"You go check it out."

Han Peng went to take a look.

"Gone."

"I'm finally gone, this sycophant has disgusted me."

"Huh."

"Okay, I'm sleeping, and I have to get ready for tomorrow's game."

"Race?"

At the mention of the game, Han Peng was unhappy again, Tang Zhenglong didn't see it, and fell asleep.

******

Johannesburg.

Airplanes circled in the sky.

South African officials dispatched police cars to ensure the safety of the team's buses.

Police cars escorted the Chinese team bus, starting from the hotel and all the way to the stadium.

Fans were held out of the cordon, but players waved through the glass of the bus.

"It's so exciting all of a sudden, it's like a samurai going on a campaign."

"Haha, so football is a war in peacetime, so many players want to participate in a World Cup at the risk of their lives."

Zhu Guanghu said with a smile: "Don't be so excited for me one by one, and save your passion on the court." ”

"That's right, I'm going to take my passion out on my opponent." After Gao Lin finished speaking, he felt weird.

Get off the bus.

The camera is focused on the Chinese players.

The camera swept over the Chinese players one by one, and finally locked on Tang Zhenglong.

Channel 5 is broadcasting the World Cup matches live.

Duan Xuan said excitedly: "Tang Zhenglong, whether the Chinese team can score or not depends on Tang Zhenglong's performance." ”

"He was the top scorer in the Champions League and La Liga last season, and I hope the first World Cup goal of the Chinese team will come sooner."

Tang Zhenglong looked at the camera.

Walking into the locker room, the atmosphere was a little tense.

The players didn't say it, but they were all nervous, and they finally came to the big stage of the World Cup, many people were the first time, although Li Tie was the second time, but he was also nervous.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Tang Zhenglong began to be a demon.

"Oops!!"

Everyone was stunned.

"What's wrong? Little Dragon Dragon. ”

Tang Zhenglong took out his mobile phone.

"I'm ready to invest another 1 million to buy the Chinese team to win."

……

……

The people sweated to death.

Han Peng said timidly: "Brother Long, don't pretend, everyone knows." ”

“……”

"What did you say?"

"There's no signal in the locker room."

Burst.

After a brief silence, a burst of laughter rang out.

"Hahaha."

"Xiaolonglong, you are so funny, Han Peng told us, you cried miserably."

"Nonsense, if you lose today, I can't spare you!!"