Five-star red flag, you are my pride!

Five-star red flag, I am proud of you!

Cheer for you and blessing for you,

Your name is more important than my life!

The red flag is flying, the red flag is flying, and the wishes to soar into the sky are flying higher and higher like white clouds.

The red flag flutters, the red flag flutters, and the young heart will not age!

——Many years later, this song by Sun Nan's "*" is still the favorite of the older generation of Chinese fans.

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The atmosphere in the Brazilian locker room was not relaxed because the Chinese team was harder to deal with than they thought.

Pereira reminded his men: "Everyone personally felt it in the first half. The Chinese team did not want to be as weak as some people said before the game. In the first half, our two teams could be said to be evenly matched, but they lacked some luck. In the second half, we had to seize the opportunity and scored one goal first at the beginning. Insurance 2:0 to 1:0."

Kaka listened to the head coach's arrangement of the second half tactics, but his mind was a little daring. He wanted to know what the Chinese team's locker room looked like at this time and what Zhang Jun looked like.

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"If that ball is in, it will still be a draw now! What a pity! Tsk tsk!"

"Yes, yes! We played so well in the first fifteen minutes!"

In the locker room of the Chinese team, there are some players who are not satisfied with the score. They feel that they have more opportunities, but because they are not sure, they are now backward.

Zhang Jun did not participate. He sat on the bench, lowered his head and said nothing, and must have regretted the goal post.

Qiu Suhui knocked on the tactical board to calm everyone down.

"I know you are very dissatisfied with the result in the first half and are very unwilling to accept it. I think it should be a draw at least. It is good to have this kind of momentum, but don't be blindly confident or even conceited. You have to see who our opponent is. Brazil is not an opponent that can be defeated by just momentum. We still need to pay attention to strategy."

Some of the team members nodded because Qiu Suhui was right.

"In the second half, we will play defensive counterattack instead. We cannot let Brazil play defensive counterattack. That is the most dangerous thing. There is also the opportunity to seize any set piece. It is not in vain to practice set piece for so long. The opening game is very special. No matter how strong the team is, it cannot show all its strength in such an occasion. On the contrary, we are more motivated as challengers. This is a global live broadcast. Whether we win or draw, we are all heroes. The pressure is always on the other side, and we have nothing to worry about. Anyway, the 'bad life' is one." Qiu Suhui spread his hands and shrugged, and his last sentence made everyone laugh. The serious and depressing atmosphere just now disappeared again.

"From now on, you must remember that not only this game, but all the remaining games in this World Cup must be thought like this: We have only participated in the World Cup for the second time, and we have nothing at all, so we don't have to worry about losing anything. We lose more than any team, but once we win and we qualify in the group, we are heroes! Big heroes! Momentum is not omnipotent, but without momentum is absolutely impossible. I hope everyone can maintain such a spirit in the rest of the game. At the same time," Qiu Suhui emphasized, "Don't underestimate any opponent. With our current fame, strength and status, we are not qualified to underestimate any team."

Some people lowered their heads, probably blushing for the contempt in the first half. Qiu Suhui said it right. Now no one can look down on them, but they are not qualified to look down on others. When will they win glory for Chinese football in international football and achieve success, they can only raise their heads.

The Chinese men's football team has always had a very low status in the hearts of many people. Many people use their criticism to realize their football profession and to be a real fan. With this approach, it is also caused by their players themselves. Who told them that they have been unsuccessful for so many years? Now this World Cup, this opening match has given them a chance. Qiu Suhui wants them to know:

Respect is to win it yourself, not to wait for others to give alms.

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The fifteen-minute halftime break is too long for the anxious fans, but it is too short for the players. When Qiu Suhui finished explaining what he should have, the time was almost done. He waved his hand to let the players go out and prepare to play.

As soon as he walked out of the locker room door, Zhang Jun suddenly grabbed Yang Pan and Li Yongle: "I think we should tie the score as soon as possible, otherwise it will be a bad thing once the Brazilian team pulls the score apart."

"I think so too, but it's not easy to score a goal." Li Yongle shrugged, "Brazil's defense is not strong, but their offense is strong enough, always suppressing our midfield and cannot give you the front support." He is the Chinese team's midfield engine and is deeply touched by the situation in the first half. The Chinese team's seemingly strong midfielder, who has been suppressed by the Brazilian team's midfield since the middle of the first half, did not do much.

Yang Pan nodded and agreed with Li Yongle's opinion. For a while in the first half, his attacking forward became a full-back.

Zhang Junke didn't think so. He said to the two: "I know at least there is another time when we have absolute possession of the ball - when we kicked the ball in the second half." He stretched out a finger, "Yang Pan, do you remember the first goal we scored in the first game when we played in the high school league?"

Yang Pan was stunned for a moment, and then recalled carefully. He and Zhang Jun cooperated with him for so many years, and even in three years of high school, he played countless games and scored countless goals. How could he still remember how the first goal was scored? Finally, Li Yongle reminded him: "The first opponent was CITIC Heavy Machinery, the strong team at that time..." As Zhang Jun's biggest opponent in his student days, he naturally knew everything about Zhang Jun, and the first goal would not be so easy to forget.

Yang Pan patted his forehead: "I remembered it! That ball is right? Are you planning... when you didn't say a word during the break, you were thinking about this?"

Zhang Jun smiled and said, "Yes, I just plan to do that."

Li Yongle was a little surprised: "We have a very low success rate in doing that, right?" He knew how difficult it would be for them who had never deliberately practiced it.

Zhang Jun patted Li Yongle: "With you, a long-term pervert, we are half successful."

Yang Pan thought about it, then nodded: "Okay, I think this is worth a try. Even if it doesn't work, you can scare them."

Both of them agreed, but Li Yongle naturally had no objection.

All three of them knew how the ball was scored, so they naturally didn't have to get together anymore, it was like this. Just go directly to the court, and they had been wasting a lot of time.

They were indeed the last three appearances. The atmosphere on the court was as warm as before, making people excited. Zhang Jun remembered his father at the moment of his appearance. He had always forced himself not to think about it, afraid that he would be distracted. But somehow he thought about it at this critical moment.

Dad is his enlightenment teacher on the road of football, but after he brought himself into the football hall, he failed to see the day when he really succeeded. Dad, I am now on the World Cup, can you see it?

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My mother sat in her home in Luoyang, and she refused all the media that the demon sword home came to interview and shoot, and wanted to watch her son's game quietly with her husband. She sat on the sofa with her husband's photo in the seat next to her. Seeing Zhang Jun and Yang Pan run out of the passage, she turned her head and said to the photo next to her: "The second half is about to begin, Weiguo."

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"I really want to know what countermeasures the Chinese team will take in the first half. After fifteen minutes of the first half, Brazil had a clear advantage. Now Brazil is leading, and they play as much as they want. What will the Chinese team do?" During the fifteen minutes of the halftime break, Wang Jianxiang was making various guesses about the second half like an ordinary fan, and then he said it by the way when he started working.

On the one hand, he is a football commentator, but on the other hand, he is also a hard-core Chinese fan. Now, it is becoming increasingly difficult for him to distinguish these two identities.

The players on both sides stood on the court and were ready to kick off. Wang Jianxiang turned off the microphone, drank a sip of water, cleared his throat, and then turned on the microphone again to prepare for work.

"Good evening, everyone! We are now broadcasting the opening game of the 2006 German World Cup at the Allianz Stadium in Munich, Germany for you! The two sides are the defending champions Brazil and China. Now the second half of the game between the two sides is about to begin! The Chinese team fell behind 0:1 in the first half, and neither side made any personnel adjustments in the second half. The Chinese team will kick off the ball in the second half. What kind of start will they bring us?" Wang Jianxiang really felt that the Chinese team played well in the first fifteen minutes of the first half was nothing to say, and it would be great if the second half could be maintained like this.

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Zhang Jun stepped on the football with one foot and looked back at Li Yongle and Yang Pan. Both of them blinked at him, knowing what to do. Yang Pan is an attacking vanguard, but he stood on the right line like a right forward, standing close to the center line, ready to sprint at any time.

"I'll kick off later. I'll give you the ball, and you will pass it directly to Li Yongle behind." Zhang Jun ordered Wu Shangshan again. If he didn't say anything clearly, he would pass the ball to someone else, but his previous efforts would be wasted.

Wu Shangshan nodded without objection.

Merck stood outside the middle circle and then blew the kick-off whistle under everyone's gaze.

Zhang Jun took a deep breath, kicked the ball to Wu Shangshan, and then rushed forward by himself. At the same time, Yang Pan, on the sideline, also took out a 100-meter sprint speed and ran wildly along the sideline toward the bottom line.

Wu Shangshan indeed passed the ball back directly to Li Yongle. Li Yongle stopped the ball again and looked up to find someone.

Qiu Suhui saw the kickoff and returned to his seat to sit down. He was still thinking about how to make adjustments in the second half. He looked at the gaze on the court and was absent-minded.

Li Yongle clearly judged Yang Pan's route and Zhang Jun's follow-up speed. He knew it was time to take action.

Swing the right leg and pass it for a long time!

The football flew from the backcourt of the Chinese team to the bottom line on the right side of the stadium.

Due to the issue of the TV broadcast angle, many people think that there are no Chinese players in that place.

"The Chinese captain made a pass and launched an attack, but it seemed that it was too much force. Maybe no one could receive this ball."

Many Chinese fans thought to themselves after seeing Li Yongle kicking, and who could get the pass like this? Even if they barely receive the ball, how can they control it? How can they pass it? The Chinese players are too anxious? They waste a chance to control the ball!

But as the camera moves rapidly - or as the football moves, because the camera moves with the football - they see a red figure as fast as lightning, a No. 7.

"Oh my God! Yang! His speed is so fast that the camera can't keep up!" The German narrator exclaimed. It was not that he didn't see Yang Pan, he was just surprised that Yang Pan could run so fast.

Just as Yang Pan was chasing the ball desperately, Zhang Jun was also sprinting into the penalty area in the middle. His speed was a little slow, but the time was definitely just right.

Li Yongle's long pass was just right, and Yang Pan caught up with him with his full sprint. This speed made Carlos feel at a disadvantage - they pulled apart. But what could they do if they received the ball? How to deal with the ball at such a high-speed state? Even if the ball was stopped, Carlos forced him up.

Yang Pan gritted his teeth, speeded up again, took two steps, and then flew out, swung his right foot and passed it directly into the air!

"Directly cross?! Who can keep up..."

Like this German commentator, many Brazilian fans don’t know what the use of Yang Pan doing this is besides giving the ball to Brazilian players.

Dida took a few steps back and was about to catch the ball. Juan, the central defender in front, jumped up in a conditioned manner, but it was not really a shot because he heard the authentic yelling behind him: "I'll catch it!"

So he didn't jump with all his might.

Almost all the Brazilian players did not notice, Kaka noticed it, and he shouted anxiously: "Beware! There is..." Before he finished speaking, a red No. 11 figure suddenly jumped in the high-speed sprint, spreading his arms in the air like a bomber. He jumped far higher than Juan. All the Brazilian defenders looked at the Chinese team player who had almost emerged out of thin air and stood there. They didn't expect anyone to receive the ball.

Dida jumped up and was about to get the ball, but the football in her sight suddenly disappeared, replaced by a red shadow and a somewhat blurred back: 11.

Yang Pan's cross was just right, just at the height of his forehead. At that moment, Zhang Jun didn't feel that he was in the World Cup field, and he seemed to have returned to the first year of high school. Captain Suri's long pass, Yang Pan caught up with the ball and then made a direct cross, he followed the header, and the ball went in. Then there were cheers around... In that small stadium, the cheers of more than 200 people sounded like they were in the World Cup.

"Zhang Jun header! Dida... the ball... the ball is in! The ball is in! The ball is in! The ball is in! The ball is in! The ball is in! The ball is in! The ball is in! This is the first ball in the history of the Chinese team's World Cup! The ball is in! The ball is in beautiful header! Zhang Jun! The ball is in! The second half is only eight seconds! The ball is in..." Wang Jianxiang was incoherent because at this moment he was crying and burst into tears. He didn't know what he was shouting, but he wanted to shout until his voice was hoarse and could no longer shout.

At that moment, the moment the football hit the ball net, the whole of China was shouting like this. If you open the window, you can definitely hear someone as big as Wang Jianxiang in the middle of the night: "The ball is in! The ball is in!!"

Some people even set off firecrackers. They had already prepared, but they didn't know how long it would take to come in handy, and they didn't expect it to be lit so soon now.

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Zhang Jun turned his head and watched the ball hit the net. He really scored? He actually scored the first goal of the Chinese team?

I'm not dreaming, am I?

Although he planned this attack, he did not expect it to be so smooth. It was not until the shocking cheers of Allianz Stadium brought him back to reality.

Yes, I scored a goal!!

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Qiu Suhui jumped up before the leather-faced seats were warm. He was still thinking about how to play behind 0:1, so the Chinese team tied the score by itself. This was simply... a classic raid that could not be more classic!

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The teammates surrounded him frantically, hugging him, cheering, screaming, and slapping hard... At this time, they were more united than ever.

"Hey, Zhang Jun. You are the main striker. If you want to talk about the person who scored the first goal, you are the most suspicious. Tell me how you plan to celebrate after scoring the goal, right? This is an action that will be recorded in history!" An Ke asked this question that had nothing to do with him one day bored.

At that time, Zhang Jun thought for a long time but didn't know how to answer An Ke's question. He rarely deliberately prepared for celebration moves. Before scoring a goal, those tricks were all false.

There were also gossip reporters who asked Zhang Jun the same question, but he refused to answer without thinking. Li Yan also asked him as a friend, and everyone seemed to be looking forward to the Chinese team's first goal in the World Cup in this way.

Now that the opportunity has come, he is stupid and doesn't know what to do.

The crazy celebration ended with the interference of the referee. Zhang Jun woke up. He looked at the red flags rolling on the stands, and Yu Guang swept to the five-star red flag logo on his chest. He thought he had found the most suitable celebration action.
To be continued...