That time he was replaced because of his mediocre performance on the field, and he was more like a deserter, running away in a hurry.

But in the next two games, he performed very well - against Russia, he assisted Luo Kai and scored the only goal of the Chinese team, helping the Chinese team draw with Russia 1:1.

In today's game, it was his shot that finally gave Hu Lai the chance to make a header.

Although according to technical statistics, he neither assisted nor scored in this game, his performance in the game cannot be summarized simply by technical statistics.

"Zhang Qinghuan was substituted. His handling of the Chinese team's frontcourt in this game was the key to the Chinese team's three-goal draw with Brazil... In a contest with Dudu Carlos, Europe's top midfielder,

He is not at a disadvantage either. Think about how much Chinese fans and media had high hopes for him when he first debuted... And think about all the ridiculous things he did later... Who could have imagined at that time that this person could actually appear in the world?

What about the World Cup?" After He Feng made a few comments, he couldn't control his emotion.

As a CCTV commentator and living in the capital, he naturally watched Zhang Qinghuan play football and knew all about Zhang Qinghuan's past. Because of this, he was particularly sad.

"Anyway... He Feng, Zhang Qinghuan took a detour, but in the end he returned to the path we all expected him to take. And he went very well! I watched his performance in this World Cup

, I think even though he is 26 years old, he can still go to Europe to play football! He originally relies on his brain to play football, not his body, so what does it matter if he is a little older?"

"Yes, you are right, Yan Kang. Since he is a prodigal son... he should be brave enough to wander and explore! I hope his performance in the World Cup can be seen by more eyes from Europe. This is the most important moment for China in China.

A good midfielder, he deserves to go to Europe!"

He Feng sighed again: "Someone once said that if Zhang Qinghuan had not made the detours he made in those years, maybe we could have reached the World Cup four years ago. But that was a hypothesis after all. Maybe even if he had not made the detours, we would have won the World Cup.

We won’t be able to enter in 2022... The important thing is that now we are really in the World Cup. The extra detours have made Zhang Qinghuan what he is today. After washing away his glory, he has become more stable. Life is like this... you go

Every journey you have taken, every mistake you made when you were young, has ultimately made you who you are today...

"You and I are all mortal, and no one can avoid making mistakes, but how to face one's own mistakes is the key to whether a person can truly grow. Some people are trapped in their own mistakes and cannot extricate themselves, but some people are able to recover from their mistakes.

Learn lessons, muster up courage, get up and move forward. I think true maturity should not be about pursuing perfection, but facing your own shortcomings. This is the essence of life... Romain Rolland once said: There is only one person in this world.

The true heroism is to recognize the truth of life and still love it. In this sense, our 'prodigal son' is a real hero! A strong man who can dominate himself!"

In front of the TV, listening to He Feng's words, the little nurse sat cross-legged on the bed, tears streaming down her face.

Through her tearful eyes, she seemed to see the heartbreaking figure sitting on the hospital bed in the warm afternoon sun.

She wiped away her tears and saw the face with a smile as bright as the sun on the TV screen.

The tears couldn't stop flowing down.

I cried over the carefully prepared makeup.

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The exhausted Zhang Qinghuan walked slowly to the sidelines. He passed Hu Lai, and Hu Lai said to him: "Brother Huan, do you want me to help you down?"

"Get lost!" Zhang Qing scolded with a smile.

"Delay time, Brother Huan!" Hu Lai explained hurriedly.

"Nonsense, I know. I can walk slower without your help!" Zhang Qinghuan waved to him and continued walking slowly to the sidelines.

When passing by Luo Kai, he took the initiative to extend his hand, and Luo Kai also extended his hand to give him a high-five.

Then Zhang Qinghuan walked off the stage with a satisfied smile on his face.

Some Brazilian players yelled at him on the road and told him to go faster, but he completely ignored them and neither argued with them nor obeyed to speed up.

He just shook his head and walked like an old man walking in the alleys of the capital.

Look up at the sky again.

Dad, did you not embarrass your old man?

As if he heard his father's praise, his smile became even brighter, and he even hummed a song happily: "...After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, and reading all the joys and sorrows, my heart will be tired and I will betray you. Your face is covered with dust and your body is covered with mud.

, what a white-haired lost man..."

It’s not too late to come back today

Colorful clouds fill the sky

The bright moon as a candlestick

Come back too, come back too

Use suffering as a boat

Use tears as sail

Heart like an arrow leaving the string

Don’t say that the sky is limitless and the sea is limitless.

Even if the return journey takes ten thousand years

It’s not too late to come back today

Reconnect with old friends

Being a naive boy

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Chapter completed!