Farias dropped deep and looked for the ball from his teammates.

He wants to rely on his own ability to bring football to the world.

If you run out of energy to bring into the penalty area, then take a penalty kick!

But he just caught the ball and turned around. He had just taken two steps when Hu Lai tackled him from the side and fell to the ground.

He fell to the ground and turned around to look at his teammates in the club with wide eyes.

Then he heard the whistle blow!

He struggled to get up from the ground and take a quick free kick, but then he heard the second whistle.

Then the third sound!

Farias, who was halfway up, was drained of all his strength and fell down again slumped.

The game is over...

The World Cup final is over...

He lost...

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With the whistle blowing, players on both sides of the field almost collapsed on the turf.

The Argentine players covered their faces with their hands.

In fact, many players in the Chinese team covered their faces with their hands.

If you just look at this scene, it’s really hard to tell which side won the championship...

This game was too torturous for the players and supporters of both teams.

Now when he heard the whistle blowing at the end of the game, the winner's first reaction was not celebration, but...relief.

On the other hand, the Chinese team players on the bench no longer had to suppress their emotions and rushed onto the field to hug and celebrate their teammates who were lying on the ground.

Qin Lin was actually very excited, but he still remembered his identity as the head coach and what he should do first and then what to do at this time - he turned and walked to the Argentine coaching bench next door to shake hands with Argentine head coach Feisol.

Feisol was extremely disappointed with this result, but after Hulay scored, he actually had a long time to build up mentally.

So when Qin Lin reached out to him in advance, he was already able to control his emotions very well.

He held Qin Lin's hand and congratulated him gracefully:

"A wonderful game, Mr. Qin. Congratulations on making history."

"Thank you, Mr. Feisul. Your performance is also great." Qin Lin responded politely.

After completing the handshake ceremony, Qin Lin finally no longer had to suppress his emotions.

He turned around and ran to the court impatiently, raising his arms with an excited smile on his face to go find his teammates to celebrate the championship.

He and his disciples have created the history of Chinese football and Asian football. Now there is no need to pretend or pretend, he just wants to celebrate, cheer and enjoy it all!

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"Hahahahaha!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

In the stands of the Workers' Stadium, all the Chinese fans were either cheering, screaming, crying, or cheering, screaming, and crying.

No matter what his identity is, how much money he has, how old he is, or how many storms he has experienced in life.

Being in this stadium, at this moment, I can't control my emotions.

Not only in this stadium, but also in this country, countless people cheered with laughter and tears at this moment.

Things they never dared to think about before have become a reality.

The jokes they used to make fun of themselves have become reality.

"Everything is free today!" the owner of the food stall announced loudly.

But immediately someone stood up and raised their arms and shouted: "No one can compete with me! I invited you today! As much wine as you want! I won't stop until I'm drunk!!"

On the big screen in the city square, the live broadcast camera was aimed at the stands of the Workers' Stadium. In a sea of ​​red, there were countless huge five-star red flags waving in the stands.

At the same time, there was also a sea of ​​red in the square, and the same red flag was waving.

It was as if a sea of ​​red overflowed from the screen and spread to cities thousands of miles away from the capital.

The intersection has a green light, but the cars parked on the road have not moved. All the drivers are honking their horns desperately, and some people have prepared national flags stretched out from the car windows and sunroofs to wave. They replaced themselves with the sound of horns

's throat.

Lingnan's Lotus Stadium, Shanhai's Shanhai Stadium... countless such "final venues" are filled with cheering red crowds and waving five-star red flags. It's like the waves of this red sea.

The whole of China is a sea of ​​red!

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"Ahhhhh!!!"

Han Shuyu screamed first, then suddenly turned around and pounced on Li Qingliang, who was recording on his mobile phone.

Li Qingliang was caught off guard by the collision. The camera of his mobile phone kept shaking and the picture was completely unclear.

He tried hard to steady the camera: "It's too shaken! I can't take the photo!"

I heard Han Shuyu shouting excitedly: "It's great to like football! I love football! I love football!"

Li Qingliang's body finally stabilized, but he could no longer attend to recording.

He held the hand holding the phone flat, and his other hand hung hesitantly on Han Shuyu's back.

Feeling the body temperature and fragrance of the woman in his arms, he felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

He couldn't help but call out: "Han Shuyu... Han Shuyu, I love you too..."

Then he looked at Han Shuyu's widened eyes and saw himself reflected in them.

He was scared and closed his eyes: "...Football. I love football too! I love football! I love football so much!!"

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Melly stood on the turf with his hands on his hips, looking at the Chinese team players who were cheering and running back and forth in front of him.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on Hu Lai.

"Hello, Meili, I'm Hu Lai."

This is what Hulay said when shaking hands with him at the 2024 Madrid Olympics.

That was the first encounter with Hu Lai in his life.

At that time, he never thought that the young man in front of him would become his nightmare in the future.

He saw Hu Lai dove into the celebrating crowd and was quickly hugged by the excited Chinese players, who then lifted him up.

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Hu Lai rushed up to hug Wang Guangwei, and then he felt someone lifted him up from behind.

Then, he looked down and saw Lin Zhiyuan ducking between his legs, putting his legs on his shoulders, and then stood up.

He sat on Lin Zhiyuan's shoulders!

Other teammates waved and cheered to him below, with a bright smile on everyone's face.

The photographers surrounding these Chinese team players focused their cameras on them, pressed the shutter button, and the flash lights that lit up one after another were like the shining stars around the Chinese team.

"Hu was carried by Lin, the goalkeeper of the Chinese team! The players of the Chinese team used this method to let him enjoy the cheers of the audience alone!"

"There are many contributors to the Chinese team's ability to win the World Cup. For example, Wang who made the goal-line save, Lin who saved the penalty kick, Xing who scored the first goal, and Zhang who made the perfect assist... But I

I think everyone agrees that the biggest contributor is Hu! Obviously the Chinese team players also think so!"

"Witnessed by hundreds of millions of fans around the world, the new king is crowned!"

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Xie Lan covered her mouth and cried so hard that she couldn't help herself.

Hu Lixin's eyes were moist and his nose was sore, but he tried not to cry like his wife beside him.

He recalled his joy and relief of becoming a father for the first time when Hu Lai was born.

He also recalled the shock and anger when he first saw Hulay holding a football, as well as the pain and humiliation of recalling the past.

He even recalled the shocked look in his eyes when he slapped his son on the face.

There were many things that he thought he had forgotten, but he didn't expect that he could still remember them so clearly...

I am not a good father, but fortunately, I have a good wife and a good son.

He put his arms around his wife and pulled her into his arms.

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To be continued...