amaotonovel Chapter 145 Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills
Chapter 145 Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills
Chapter 145 Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills
Just as everyone expected, Chu Yang was the last player in the Chinese team to play.
He came to the penalty spot and stood still.
Saini doesn't seem to be affected by the missed penalty just now, at least it doesn't seem to be.
He bounced around the goal line, then suddenly twisted his body, swayed from side to side, and performed a strange dance set.
All the audience were baffled, and ten thousand grass-mud horses ran wildly past in their hearts.
Only the reporters were happy from the bottom of their hearts.
The penalty shootout was already exciting enough, but the goalkeepers on both sides were not fuel-efficient, and kept adding drama to themselves.
But whether the addition is a classic or a joke depends on the result.
"Senni made a very...uh...strange move. He was distracting Chu Yang. Fans who are concerned about Serie A must be familiar with this scene, because it was staged once in Serie A last season, when Inter Milan played against Fiorentina. It was Viola's striker Allejo who was disturbed by Cenni's extremely controversial move."
Chu Yang shook his head, turned his head aside, and covered his eyes with his hands.
Meaning at a glance: Can't bear to look directly at.
The tense audience were all happy.
This one is also an actor.
Now even the referee couldn't stand it anymore, and after asking, he signaled to start.
Chu Yang retreated five or six meters. After the referee's sound, he quickly ran forward and made a vigorous volley.
Saini naturally knew how fast Chu Yang shot the ball. He didn't dare to hesitate at all, and the moment Chu Yang touched the ball, he threw himself to the left, decisively and quickly.
Then he saw the football slowly flying up from Chu Yang's feet, and finally fell lightly into the goal from the middle.
Four or two moves a thousand catties, and the spoon is a penalty.
Chu Yang ran to the sidelines, opened his arms, and glided on his knees.
The entire stadium erupted, countless cheers resounded throughout China, and countless tears welled up in their eyes.
"The goal was scored! Chu Yang scored the winning penalty! This is a very deceptive spoon penalty! The Chinese team won the game with a total score of 8:7. They are the third place in the World Cup! They have created a miracle and made history! Seven games, five wins, one draw and one loss. Although it is a pity to stop in the semi-finals, this team gave the fans hope. The 25-year-old Yang Shaotian and the 21-year-old Chu Yang met at their best age. They still have a lot of room for improvement. We believe that the Chinese team will be in four years. They will definitely achieve better results, let us expect them to create greater brilliance."
This time, Chu Yang failed to avoid the reporters' siege and interception by running precisely. He was blocked by beautiful CCTV reporters at the side of the court, and reporters from several other countries also rushed forward.
"Chu Yang, hello, can I interview you with a few questions? I think fans across the country must want to hear your voice." Qin Zi took the lead and was the first to ask.
"Can I say no?" Chu Yang looked at the long guns and short cannons in front of him, and smiled wryly.
To be honest, he was terrified of dealing with these people.
"Thank you," Qin Zi said with a smile, "First of all, congratulations to the Chinese team for making history, and congratulations to you and Team Yang for scoring another goal. I want to ask about the penalty shootout first. Lowe was the first to hug you after saving Saini's penalty. Everyone guessed that you gave him the note. Is that true?"
"No," Chu Yang said, "Director He made full preparations for the penalty shootout, and I did make some suggestions. The small note is the result of all the members of the coaching staff and all the technical statisticians. I'm glad their hard work was not in vain."
Qin Zi was very dissatisfied with this answer, and said, "That means you came up with the idea of the little note, right?"
"You can say that."
"Okay," Qin Zi said, "Excuse me..."
Qin Zi wanted to ask more questions, but reporters from other countries hurriedly interrupted her.
"Chu, hello, I'm a reporter from Brazil's "Reims Sports". May I ask what you mean by the action you made before taking the penalty kick? Did Seni's action not affect you at all?"
"Which action are you referring to?"
"Turn your head and cover your eyes with your hands."
"The meaning is very simple," Chu Yang said, "The dance is too ugly to watch."
Brazilian reporter: "..."
"Chu, hello, we meet again. Congratulations on leading the team to create a new history of Asian football. It is just as good as what you did in Valencia. The team will play in La Liga next season, but we all know that many clubs have shown great interest in you. Valencia fans are very worried that you will leave. Do you have anything to say to them?"
"Hi Elena, we meet again, I have nothing to say to them, let's see you at the Mestalla next season and next season."
"Hello, Chu, I'm a reporter from "German Football". Tomorrow, the German team will meet the Argentine team in the final. Who do you think will win the championship?"
"When two powerhouses meet, the outcome is hard to predict."
"Chu, hello, we know that you have opened Weibo, but when will you enter Facebook?"
"I already have a Facebook account, and I will greet everyone when I am free."
"Chu, we know that you have always played as a center forward, and you played on the wing in this World Cup, but you retreated to the midfield in this game. Is this the coach's arrangement or..."
After finally dealing with the reporters, it was the awards ceremony.
The podium was quickly set up. Firstly, commemorative medals were awarded to several referees who enforced the game. Then the captain of the Chinese team, Yang Shaotian, was the first to go up. FIFA President Orlandi put on the third place medal for him.
The members of the Chinese team walked by one by one, and Chu Yang was the last one.
After Orlandi put on the medal for him, he didn't let him leave directly like the others, but stopped him and said a few more words.
As one of the two football kings recognized in the world of football, Orlandi not only achieved great success in his career, but also lived a colorful life after retirement. He has served as a coach and club president, and later entered FIFA. He successfully reached the top three years ago.
If the football king in Brazil is a commoner emperor who came out of a slum, with unscrupulous words and deeds, and a free and easy life, then Orlandi is a natural nobleman with grace and luxury. His elegant words and deeds and legendary experience bonus make him very attractive. He is definitely the kind of person that all football players want to be.
The two didn't communicate much. Orlandi just encouraged Chu Yang as an elder, and then helped him put on the medal.
The third runner-up did not have a trophy. All the team members lined up in two rows. He Qingyuan stood in the middle and took a group photo. The entire award ceremony was over.
But for fans and reporters, the fun has only just begun.
Yang Shaotian led the players around the field to pay tribute and accepted the cheers and applause from the fans.
The land of China is doomed to have no sleep tonight.
The national team competition has come to an end, and the intrigue within the national football team is not written, nor is the warm-up match, qualifiers, friendly matches, etc., only large-scale events.
(End of this chapter)