On December 16, several luxury buses drove up outside the Rajamangala Stadium in Bangkok.

As soon as the car door opened, a group of red fans with Chinese characters written on their bodies walked out one after another.

Under the leadership of the team leader, a huge queue formed and poured into the stadium gate.

Whether you are the first to arrive or the last to arrive.

When the two sides meet, the best way is to wave flags and whistle.

"Old Mao, are you here?"

"Come on, come on, there are so many Dalian fans here today, there are almost not enough seats before departure!" the fan named Lao Mao nodded.

Seeing the two, many fans from other places also waved and said hello.

"Rosie! Rosie!"

The person shaking hands with Lao Mao was fan Rossi!

Nowadays, Rossi's iconic outfit has long become a flag for Chinese fans.

As long as you see this middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat and spurs, you will know where the large army of Chinese fans is.

In this Asian Games, Rossi and Mao Deqi failed.

In their words, wherever the Chinese team plays, they will see it.

The two chatted briefly, and Rossi continued to stand at the door, taking the initiative to "receive" the game.

"Okay, I'll lead the team in first! I have a lot to bring with me today."

"Go ahead, go ahead, I'll wait a little longer." Rossi nodded.

As soon as he entered the stadium, there was a group of fans with regional letters printed on their chests who shouted loudly.

"People from Dalian go this way!"

"Come here from Wuxi!"

“Chengdu’s is here!”

“It’s from Guiyang, it’s from Guiyang!”

As soon as they saw Chinese-speaking fans entering the venue, these people were like hawkers at the train station taking people to the hotel. They rushed forward and asked eagerly.

"Brother, what's your last name? Are you from China?"

"If you want, you can sit without a ticket and just come to our hometown stand!"

"Working locally? Where is your hometown?"

Feeling the long-lost enthusiasm, one of the four fans stood up and said: "My surname is Yang. I am from Jinzhou. These are my comrades. We came to Thailand to work after we were demobilized."

"Um, from Jinzhou!"

He nodded in a "soliciting" manner, and then shouted to the back, "Brother Liu, you are from the Northeast."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man called Brother Liu immediately stepped forward and asked in Northeastern dialect: "Where is the Northeast?"

"Golden State."

"Surname, let's sit together with Lao Mao! We are all from Dalian!"

"Um!"

The four of them were brought to Mao Deqi by Brother Liu, who was directing Dalian fans to hang a giant banner.

"Here you go, buddy? Help me!"

"Why!"

Mao Deqi showed no courtesy, and the four of them didn't care.

Together with other Dalian fans, this eight-meter-long giant banner was hung directly opposite the rostrum.

The words "Dalian, China" are printed on the banner, with a large football embroidered in the center.

"Brother Mao, you really don't forget to promote our hometown wherever you go!" Xiao Yang praised.

"Hey! What's the point of publicity?" Mao Deqi waved his hand, "When we go abroad, we have only one identity, and that is Chinese fans!"

After Rossi entered the field, these "heads" of fans gathered together to communicate with each other and set a unanimous cheering slogan.

Everyone has people and things.

In a short period of time, these fans from all over the world have formed a strong unit.

The East Stand, West Stand, and North and South Stands echo each other. According to their "assigned tasks", fans shout slogans, blow trumpets, wave red flags, and sing the national anthem.

Facing the admiration of Xiao Yang and others, Mao Deqi laughed loudly: "At the very least, we cannot lose to Iran in terms of the number and momentum of our fans!"

...

The players from both sides have finished warming up.

In the locker room of the Chinese team, Zeng Zheng is doing pre-match mobilization.

"...Even though it is a semi-final, everyone should play this game as a final!"

"Thailand deliberately arranged for us to play against Iran in order to enter the final, because they know that among the top four, we and Iran are the strongest."

So far in this Asian Games, Japan and South Korea, which are training for the Olympics like the Chinese team, have all been eliminated.

The only truly strong team left is the Iranian team, which is based on the World Qualifiers.

In this Iranian team, eight people participated in the preliminaries, including Alidai, Bagheri, Madavekiya and other main players.

"But you don't have to be afraid."

"Despite their experience, they are basically unable to play anymore."

Zeng Zheng introduced the collected intelligence to everyone.

"There is a match every two days, and they don't have as much physical strength as us."

"And they also have to participate in the cup competition in West Asia, so this period of time is basically a non-stop game."

"If nothing else, we can kill them by just running!"

"Once you get on the court, there is no need to be timid. You can just play as you normally train."

“It’s not difficult to win against Iran!”

After speaking, Zeng Zheng took the lead in applauding.

After the applause, Zeng Zheng stepped aside.

"Brother Ou, please say a few words."

Ou Chuliang, who was wearing the captain's armband, was stunned for a moment. He looked at the expectant players in the audience and forced a smile on his face.

"What Coach Zeng said is what I want to say."

"Everyone, play hard. Iran is not as scary as you think."

"We can win!"

"We can win!" Zeng Zheng took the lead and shouted, raising his fist.

"We can win, we can win, we can win!!!"

the players shouted in unison.

As the bell rings, the mobilization ends.

The players with high morale walked out of the locker room one after another and ran towards the tunnel.

Zeng Zheng walked at the end, shoulder to shoulder with Ou Chuliang.

When the two of them stood together, Ou Chuliang seemed taller.

"Brother Ou, do you still think about that?"

Ou Chuliang slapped his face hard and shook his head.

"No, I forgot about it a long time ago."

"I didn't even say anything and you said you forgot it. Did you forget it?"

Ou Chuliang fell silent and his face became extremely ugly.

...

At the pre-match press conference, the head coach of the Iranian team stretched out four fingers in front of reporters, Zeng Zheng and others. He made it clear that the 3-1 victory over Iran in the last group stage match was entirely his fault.

Mistakes.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In this game, he must score four goals for the Chinese team.

After the press conference, many Iranian reporters at the scene also came to Zeng Zheng and Ou Chuliang and proudly held out four fingers.

As the saying goes.

Don't slap people in the face when you hit them, don't expose others when you scold them.
To be continued...