No one cares when the Senegalese left. More than 10,000 Chinese fans were the protagonists of the stadium after the game. They were so excited that they still did not leave, and kept shouting the names of everyone in the Chinese team, although those names have now entered the locker room.

Qiu Suhui looked at the disciples who were still very excited. He understood the mood of these people. The Chinese men's football team has always been the object of teasing and venting. Seeing the women's football team glory in international competitions, what do you think in their hearts? Now, they have waited for this moment, and they created it themselves. Whether it is young or old players, they have a common goal - to win. Therefore, no matter what happened between them before, they are united at this moment.

He smiled and signaled the players who were still celebrating to calm down. He had something to say: "I know you are very excited, very happy, and very unusual. Because I am in the same mood as you now, but I want to tell you that in this World Cup, this feeling will definitely not be the only one, as long as you all listen to me. No one wants to make this victory the only one, right?"

"right!"

"That's right!"

"Yes!"

The players shouted.

"As long as you think so, there is no problem. Our lowest goal for this World Cup is not just a victory, but what?" Qiu Suhui stretched out his right index finger and shook it. "It's the group qualifying and entering the semi-finals! Will anyone be surprised by this goal now?" Qiu Suhui observed the expressions of the players with interest.

Some are excited, some are surprised, and some are confused.

Then Qiu Suhui looked down at his watch, then raised his head and said to everyone, "Okay, I have to attend the press conference. You guys, change your clothes and go out to thank the fans who came from afar. They are still cheering in the stands outside."

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Zhang Jun stood at the entrance of the passage and looked at the Chinese fans gathered in the stands facing each other, but he had not taken a step forward for a long time. Many teammates around him rushed out excitedly to accept the cheers of the fans.

Yang Pan caught up from behind and patted his friend's shoulder: "Why don't you go out to celebrate with everyone? There will be no reporters now, and the reporters are all going to the press conference."

Zhang Jun shook his head: "No, I don't care about the reporter. I just...uh, some are not ready."

"Not ready?" Yang Pan found that since Zhang Jun left him to go to Florence, he had a little confused about this friend who had been playing since childhood. Will different environments really change people so much? "Just run out and raise your hands to the fans like them, look." He pointed at Xiang Tao who was howling and rushed out.

"No, I don't mean that, Yang Pan, you haven't understood it yet... I mean I'm not ready for such a victory, the cheers and worships of the fans."

Yang Pan was stunned for a moment. What Zhang Jun said makes sense. For the Chinese men's football team, who have been poor and weak, are they all ready for such a victory suddenly? If Zhang Jun didn't do it well, did you, Yang Pan, do it well?

But it is obvious that what Zhang Jun is thinking about in his head is different from what Yang Pan thought, and is completely of different levels.

Zhang Jun sat down by the door: "I can't imagine that four years ago we were just playing football on behalf of a university, and we can't imagine that we were all carefree middle school students five years ago. In just a few years? Kaka has won the World Cup championship, and we have all started our own professional football path. If we continued to go to college, but now we have just graduated for a year, we still don't know if we have adapted to this society..." He just kept talking, was he complaining or feeling? Only ghosts know.

Yang Pan is not in the mood to hear Zhang Jun chatter like an old man, so he pulled Zhang Jun up from the ground: "I want me to tell you, no matter where you were or what you might be doing now, go out with me to meet the fans. Today you are the protagonist, and you are sorry for those fans if you don't go out."

"It's simple." Zhang Jun finished speaking, shook Yang Pan away, jogged into the stadium, held his hands high and clapped on his head, just like when he was at Warrendam, AC Milan, and Fiorentina. His appearance naturally aroused the warmest cheers of the fans. They were like those experts and reporters. The best game in this game was Zhang Jun. One goal, one assist, and several times threatened Senegal's defense. Who else can do so well besides him?

Yang Pan looked at Zhang Jun's skillful movements that were no longer proficient, and said to himself: "Are he ready, or isn't he ready?"

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That night, the Chinese people's celebrations did not stop in China and Germany. They cared all night, as the commentator said - tonight, no one in China fell asleep. They changed the impression in the hearts of foreigners before: they used to think that Chinese people are polite, cautious, not arrogant, and a little shy, but now they finally see the crazy side of Chinese people.

"Kicker", the most influential football magazine in Germany, sighed in a comment on the second day: "Although Brazil won Ukraine and got the qualifying spot in advance, yesterday's night belonged to the Chinese. They won the first victory in history, and everyone performed very well. Nearly 10,000 Chinese people were partying all night in the streets and taverns in Munich. The citizens of Munich may have never seen so many Chinese in this city at the same time. After the Chinese team won one game, the speculations about the group appeared were not just speculations. Again, the night of June 19 belonged to the Chinese team and Chinese fans!"

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"This is both good news and bad news for us." In the routine tactical class in the evening, Qiu Suhui said to everyone, "I believe everyone has known the result of another game. Brazil defeated Ukraine 3:1 and they have already qualified in advance. The good news is that we still have the chance to compete with Ukraine for the second qualifying place in the group, and the bad news is that Ukraine will definitely do its best in the last game because they also have to qualify."

"Ukraine has strong attack power because they have Shepchenko. But in fact, their overall strength is also very good, otherwise they would not be able to qualify as the first in the group in Europe. We need to note that Ukraine is not a team of Shepchenko alone. If we don't recognize this, we may lose the game, and we may lose." Qiu Suhui emphasized his tone and repeated the last sentence, "Tonight's tactical class, we will watch Ukrainian game videos, and no one will doze off. This is related to whether we can qualify!"

At the same time, in another hotel 500 meters away from the Chinese team's hotel.

"Let's take a look at the video of the Chinese team's game. This is a very distinctive team. They are very young, have poor defense, and can have sharp offenses. Especially a few people who play football in the top European leagues, scored four goals in two games, and they made a great contribution. So I hope you are serious and play this game as the final!"

When the Chinese team appeared on the TV screen, all Ukrainian players corrected their postures and focused their attention on the game.

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When Zhang Jun came out after taking a shower and found that Yang Pan was calling, he waited for Yang Pan to finish calling before asking jokingly: "Why are you calling Yilan again?"

Yang Pan shook his head: "No, Sheva called him."

Zhang Jun was a little surprised: "He?"

Yang Pan nodded: "Call over here to reconnaise the enemy situation."

Zhang Jun stood there. He was not very familiar with Shepchenko. He didn't know if Yang Pan was true or was joking. Yang Pan remembered Zhang Jun's performance and smiled and said, "Of course it was a joke. He just said that they were watching our game video at night, and then I told him that we were watching theirs too."

"And what did he say?"

"He said... your No. 11 performed very well, and our head coach asked us to pay attention to him." Yang Pan said to Zhang Jun in the tone of Shepchenko. This made Zhang Jun laugh, "What did you say?"

"I said... your No. 7 performed very well, and our head coach asked us not to be polite to him."

Zhang Jun continued to laugh. "You two have a good relationship."

"Aren't you?" Yang Pan asked back.

Zhang Jun stopped laughing.

"Okay, let's not talk about Milan." Yang Pan stood up, "I'll go take a shower. You should really think about the game. Two goals in two games, Sheva was definitely not joking just now." He pointed at Zhang Jun, then picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Zhang Jun sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at the night sky outside. He didn't think Shepchenko was joking. Just like the Chinese team attached great importance to Shepchenko.

Although Qiu Zhi said at the beginning that Ukraine was not Shepchenko's team alone, he spent 50% of his time talking about Shepchenko, Shepchenko's team, and Shepchenko's team... Analyzing every move of Shepchenko for the Chinese team members. This is another way. Who gave Shepchenko the most opportunities to perform? Ukraine had a threatening offense, so he won as much as 40%. Although Ukraine is not his team alone, he is indeed the core of Ukraine's offensive.

Qiu pointed out that China's defense must keep the whole game 100% vigilant against Shepchenko. So is the same in Ukraine?

Zhang Jun hopes that, he is looking forward to this game.

Ancelotti chose the latter between him and Shepchenko and Inzaghi. He wanted to defeat Shepchenko on the court and defeat Inzaghi, not only for himself, but also for the team.

Although he didn't want to go back to Milan, he still wanted to prove to everyone that he was no worse than anyone else.

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During the training days since then, the Chinese team's training was very targeted. During the training, Qiu Suhui asked the Chinese team players to use Ukraine as an imaginary enemy in their minds. They studied Ukraine repeatedly at night, and during the day, they conducted targeted training on the videos they studied the night before, and this is the case every day.

As the head coach, Qiu Suhui is full of Ukraine. He is thinking about eating, going to the bathroom, taking a shower, and walking. Even the ones he dreams of sleeping are Ukraine's starting list.

As a partner, Hu Li saw it. This is a proof of Qiu Suhui's hard work and serious work, but it may not necessarily be a good thing.

The time for a walk after dinner was to let the two of them gossip and relax themselves, but this has not been the case these days.

Seeing that Qiu Suhui had been addicted to the data and planned to pull out his mind, Hu Li asked Qiu Suhui jokingly: "Xiao Qiu, it's been almost two years since he got married. When are you planning to have a child?"

"Ah... Um, it's coming soon." Qiu Suhui responded vaguely.

"What name is going to be taken?"

"Worenin..." As soon as he said that, Qiu Suhui realized something was wrong. He looked at Hu Li, who had a strange expression, and smiled embarrassedly.

Hu Li shook his head: "Xiao Qiu, it's not me who said to you. You have been a little crazy these days. It's not that hard work is not good, but everything is too much. You can do it in the same way as a civil and military. I think you should relax."

Hu Li is older than Qiu Suhui, so sometimes he can speak to Qiu Suhui as an elder, and as long as it makes sense, Qiu Suhui listens.

Qiu Suhui looked up at the stars in the night sky, then stretched: "I think you are right, it's time to relax. Our game with Ukraine is the day after tomorrow... Well, there will be a day off tomorrow, without training, let the players move freely, and go wherever they want."

"Okay. So where do we want to relax?" Hu Li was filled with joy when he moved Qiu Suhui.

"We? Continue to study Ukraine. Lao Hu, do you think there will be any variables in these two forwards in Ukraine? Both of them are very good, but Vorenin is not as stable as Shepchenko, and Rebrov on the bench looks like he is about to rise again..."

Hu Li sighed helplessly in his heart. The players can rest, but the head coach cannot rest. Psychological pressure and physical burden, how many years will Qiu Suhui's life be lost in the long run?

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"What? One day off tomorrow?" Zhang Jun opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Pan.

"Well, Qiu Zhi just notified."

Zhang Jun heard a loud cheer from the room next door of Xiang Tao and Wang Yu. "Look, they know too." Yang Pan pointed to the wall.

"Awesome!" Zhang Jun turned over from the bed to look for his cell phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Call Sophie and ask her to come out tomorrow." Since the start of the World Cup, the two have not been together alone, and he has been suffocated.

Yang Pan immediately looked lit up and he rubbed "shamelessly": "That's great! I want to go too, I want to go too!"

"Go and go!" Zhang Jun pushed Yang Pan aside like chasing a puppy, "If you have Yilan, don't make a light bulb."

"Yilan is still in Italy..." Yang Pan said very "sadly".

"I won't come to cheer you on the World Cup?"

"The relationship has not been made public and it is difficult to show up."

"Look at you, the 'underground lovers', you are so tired!"

"You have the nerve to say to me! You don't even look at what happened to you and Sophie before? You have to hide it even when you shoot an advertisement together."

Zhang Jun suddenly remembered the years when he and Sophie were secretly together. "Actually, Yang Pan. I think it will not have any impact even if you exposed it. You are already a little news, and Yilan will not be implicated. You are not Beckham and Victoria, so don't worry too much about the paparazzi pestering you every day."

"Hey! I'm a veteran, and I'm starting to talk about my experience. Well, I won't tell you anymore. I'd better go and talk to Li Yongle and the others about where to go tomorrow." Yang Pan turned around and went out to visit him.

He was actually like leaving a space for privacy to tell Zhang Jun and Sophie about sweet words that would make them lose their teeth.

Zhang Jun looked at Yang Pan and took the door with him, smiled and shook his head, and then dialed Sophie's cell phone.

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Sophie had just hung up the photo printed when she heard the phone ringing in her pocket. She shook the water from her hand and took out the phone. She was surprised to find that it was Zhang Jun's phone call.

"Sophie, do you miss me?" Zhang Jun's voice came through the radio waves.

Sophie pouted: "I don't want to."

"Ah?" Zhang Jun was a little surprised.
To be continued...