amaotonovel Chapter 107 Amazing World
Chapter 107 Amazing World
Chapter 107 Amazing World
"The Chinese team won a free kick about three meters in front of the left side of the penalty area. Chu Yang and Yang Shaotian stood in front of the penalty spot. I don't know which of them will take the kick."
The first free throw shooter of the Chinese team is Yang Shaotian. His powerful long-range shots are not only powerful in sports battles, but also cause headaches for opponents in set kicks. However, they are all known for their strength and speed, with a small arc.
"How sure?" Chu Yang asked.
Yang Shaotian looked at the goal and said, "It's hard to say, the angle is too biased, I can only gamble on luck."
"How about I come?" Chu Yang said.
"How sure?" Yang Shaotian threw his question back.
"It depends on luck and the strength of the goalkeeper," Chu Yang said, "If you have to say a number, there will always be [-]% or [-]%."
"Then you come," Yang Shaotian said, "Which side are you going to fight?"
Chu Yang observed the position of the goal and the situation of the human wall, and said, "On the left."
Yang Shaotian nodded, left the penalty spot, walked into the penalty area, approached the left side of the goal calmly, and prepared for a follow-up shot.
The Swiss wall was set up, and Chu Yang nodded to the referee.
Almost all the fans watching the game were all focused on Chu Yang who was about to make a free throw, and they were very nervous. Only the group of Valencia fans in the stands were special.
They were celebrating the goal early.
There was no way, they were Chu Yang's fans and Xiao Luo's supporters, not the Chinese team. Facing such a game, they couldn't get nervous and their mentality was extremely relaxed.
Some of Chu Yang's goals are unprecedented for others, but for them, they are touching scenes that they can enjoy almost every month, which makes them have an urge to show off crazily.
The World Cup is the best stage, isn't it?
A close-up of Chu Yang's face clearly appeared on the screen.
His face was calm, neither sad nor happy, his eyes were as cold as eagles and knives.
Many fans escaped his wonderful shots and freehand breakthroughs, but were gently captured at this moment, and became fans from then on, and they will never change until death.
He stands five paces away from the ball, runs up, shoots.
In the goalkeeper's field of vision, the ball seemed to have lost weight and was erratic in the air, making him completely at a loss. However, in the eyes of the audience, the football flew up, bypassed the human wall, and precisely drilled into the upper left corner of the goal. Everything was as moving as a dream.
With a few minutes left in stoppage time, the Chinese team equalized the score.
The faces of the Swiss are full of confusion, while the faces of the Chinese are full of pride.
The most exciting thing on the football field is not the solitary pursuit of defeat by the strong, but the courageous counterattack of the weak.
The lucky sheep of the Chinese team to enter the World Cup finals turned into a lone wolf at this moment, baring its teeth and claws, fighting back.
Chu Yang still didn't celebrate, he ran into the goal and took the ball out, but just when people thought he would quickly return to the center circle again, they found him running towards the sidelines.
Chu Yang came to the sideline, ran along the sideline to the center of the field, held the football in his left hand, raised his right hand to his ear, opened his palms, and made a gesture of listening.
Duan Xiang was also puzzled and said: "Huh? Chu Yang ran to the sidelines. Is he going to celebrate his goal? He made a gesture of listening, did he want the audience to cheer? Probably not...I got it, Shen Qianwei's Weibo! Chu Yang wants to hear the audience sing!"
Some of the viewers who were watching the live broadcast understood it immediately, and some were even more inexplicable.
But they were not slow, and immediately opened Weibo and found Shen Qianwei's site.
The text above came into view.
"Chu Yang said that he hoped Brother Chen and I could make this song popular before the national team's game, and then let the fans sing in chorus during the game. I've already released the song, and it's up to you next."
Song?What song is it?
Those who haven't heard it quickly click on the song, and those who have heard it react immediately.
At the Soldier Field and the match scene, those who didn't understand what Chu Yang meant quickly understood it when reminded by others. Those who didn't know the lyrics quickly searched the Internet, and soon got the results. Then, I don't know who started it, and the singing bursts from small to loud, from vague to clear, from messy to orderly, and slowly resounded through the audience.
"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind,
How loud the song of victory is;
Sing to our dear country,
From now on, we will be prosperous and strong.
Sing to our dear country,
From now on, we will be prosperous and strong.
Over the mountains, over the plains,
Across the galloping Yellow River and Yangtze River
......"
Some people cried while singing, and some people shed tears while listening to it.
Outsiders didn't know why, so they inquired one after another, and foreign commentators were also confused and guessed wildly.
"Is this the national anthem of China? It doesn't sound like it."
"Is this the song the Chinese sang to the No. 11 striker? Although I can't understand it, it seems to be good."
"Incredible Chinese, they came from the desert of football, but they produced two football geniuses, especially their fans, who are lovely, loyal, and never leave. We don't understand why they shed tears, but we know that the Chinese at this moment shocked us, and the Chinese football at this moment made the world know them again."
The one who touched me the most was Duan Xiang at the scene.
He is lucky because he is a fan and a football commentator.
He is also unfortunate because he is a Chinese fan and a Chinese football commentator.
He has commented on the games of the Chinese team countless times, and watched his team fail and fail countless times, becoming a joke, a disgrace, and the worst scar on Chinese sports.
He has fantasized countless times that Chinese football can shine on the stage of the World Series one day. It doesn't have to be overwhelming, it doesn't have to score like a ball, it doesn't have to be invincible, but it must have its own blood, its own character, and its own pride.
No walking, no complaining, no giving up, self-improvement, never say never, this is what fans dream of.
Just like the Chinese football at this moment, it amazes the world.
Duan Xiang cried.
In front of hundreds of millions of spectators, on the highest stage of world football, tears flowed down my face.
"The singing of "Ode to the Motherland" resounded through the Soldier Stadium. I think that even if we lose in this game, we will still win. Any words are already pale at this moment. All the emotions and all the emotions are in the song."
Chu Yang didn't have time to be moved, what he wanted was victory.
He can't save the team by himself, he can't change Chinese football by himself, maybe no one can change it, but since he is eating this bowl of rice and standing on this court, he has to do something.
The players on the field listened to the deafening singing and looked at the firm figure in front of them. For some reason, their hearts suddenly beat so fast.
Only now did they realize that the blood in their bodies was still not cold, and their dreams... were not shattered.
(End of this chapter)