Chapter 1 The Beginning

The Chinese fans were all holding their breath, and even the commentator Wang Jianxiang was holding his breath, hoping that this highly anticipated National Olympic team would give people a surprise in the game.

But...

"Huh?" Wang Jianxiang was stunned in front of the microphone. He hadn't seen clearly just now, only that the Greek players suddenly raised their arms and cheered, while the football lay quietly in the Chinese team's goal. "What's going on?"

Qiu Suhui stood up, he hadn't seen it clearly either. A corner kick from the Greek team turned the penalty area into a complete mess, and then they saw the other side celebrating a goal.

The TV was replaying the goal, and all the Chinese fans were staring wide-eyed, hoping to find any clues that the other side had committed a foul that would invalidate the goal. But everyone saw that after the corner kick was taken, no one contested for the ball, and the football landed in the penalty area. Then, the Greek striker Amanatidis poked it in front of Liu Peng, and the football hit the post and bounced out.

Then, Xiang Tao cleared the ball with a big kick. But, but the football hit Amanatidis' back, who was instinctively dodging, and flew towards the goal again!

Si Hongxin hurriedly pounced to save, but he was a step late!

Seeing that the football was about to go in, it actually hit the crossbar and bounced back! The Chinese players, thinking they had escaped, hadn't even finished breathing when the football miraculously hit Si Hongxin's head and slowly flew into the goal...

"Too...too exaggerated, right?" Qiu Suhui looked at the big screen with his mouth open for a long time. Si Hongxin was flying in the air, and the football actually hit that small part of the back of his head. You wouldn't have such good luck even buying lottery tickets!

"This...I don't know if the goal should be credited to Xiang Tao's foot, or Amanatidis' back, or Si Hongxin's head?" Wang Jianxiang said helplessly, it was truly a combination of natural and man-made disasters. No one expected that the Chinese team would lose a goal in less than twenty minutes, and in such a comical way...

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Xiang Tao looked at the celebrating Greeks and spat unhappily, "Lucky bastards!"

"Such a goal can go in? Unbelievable!" Zhao Pengyu was a little flustered. He came to the competition full of confidence, but he didn't expect to be poured a bucket of cold water over his head, and the courage he had mustered was instantly gone.

Si Hongxin sat on the ground, helplessly watching the football in the goal. He blamed himself, this goal was equivalent to an own goal.

But Yang Pan walked expressionlessly to the goal, picked up the football, and said to Si Hongxin, and to everyone else, "What's with the long faces? There are still seventy minutes left, are we going to be defeated by one goal? Everyone get in position, let's kick off!"

"Hey! Interesting!" Xiang Tao grinned and said, "I'm going to avenge that shot! If you can get the football in with your back, I'll use my dick to head it in!"

"Damn! Keep your voice down, it's a live broadcast! Idiot!" Yang Pan felt that all the killing intent he had accumulated was destroyed by this idiot.

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Hu Li looked at Qiu Suhui sitting next to him. He had just stared blankly at the big screen, and then sat back as if nothing had happened. "Aren't you going to shout a few times? The first game and you encounter such a situation, aren't you worried that the team will be discouraged?"

But Qiu Suhui just smiled slightly, "It's a little too early to shout and scream now, I'm still observing the Greek team's strength. Besides, we have a master of boosting morale in our team, with him here, the team won't be demoralized."

The game continued, and the Chinese team launched a fierce attack after losing the goal. Yang Pan also consciously strengthened his long shots, and for a while, the Greek goal was in a state of chaos. However, the Greek team quickly noticed Yang Pan. As long as the ball was passed to him, two Greek players would definitely pounce on him for close interference, not letting him get the ball comfortably.

Now, let alone shooting, Yang Pan couldn't even turn around. Several times, he couldn't even stop the ball before it was destroyed by the opponent.

He originally wanted to coordinate with Li Yongle, but the opponent was pressing too hard, and he couldn't even pass the ball well, so how could he coordinate?

It seems that Greece is determined to make me disappear completely in this game. Yang Pan was not just brave and reckless, he knew that he had become a thorn in the side of the Greek team, and he couldn't play any role at the moment. So why not attract the opponent's attention, as Qiu Suhui said, to create space and opportunities for others.

When Li Yongle passed the ball to his side again, Yang Pan accelerated towards the ball, followed closely by two Greek players. But Yang Pan didn't stop the ball, instead, he passed the ball back to Li Yongle directly.

Seeing that Li Yongle was slightly surprised, he shouted to Li Yongle, "Don't get me wrong! You are the midfield core, go forward!"

That's right! I am the midfield core! Li Yongle tapped the ball and then accelerated past a Greek player. I should be the one controlling the situation on the field!

"Li Yongle suddenly dribbles forward!"

Wang Yu saw Li Yongle's posture and quickly leaned towards the middle. Now that Li Yongle was up, he was the defensive midfielder, responsible for protecting the rear for Li Yongle, letting him attack with peace of mind.

Li Jie followed and ran to the wing, pulling out the gap in the middle. Li Yongle was dribbling the ball, he could see where there was a gap on the field that he could use, this was the so-called "overall view," right.

Because Li Jie pulled to the right, the Greek defense revealed a gap, that was it! Li Yongle passed straight through, the football rolled quickly along the grass towards the left side of the penalty area, but the speed of this ball seemed a little too fast...

"As the midfield core, the brain of the entire team on the field, you must clearly understand the abilities and characteristics of each of your teammates, then you will know what kind of ball you should pass to them, the strength, angle, and speed must all be included." This was what Qiu Suhui had told him more than once in training.

So Li Yongle believed that this ball would definitely be received, because he was passing it to Zhao Pengyu, the "Flying Legs," whose speed was second only to Yang Pan in the team.

"It's Zhao Pengyu! He's very fast, he caught the ball from behind, and he's not offside!"

After receiving the ball, Zhao Pengyu didn't cross, but twisted his body and went towards the goal! Then he immediately kicked the door!

Greek goalkeeper Aparis flew to block the ball that was shot towards the near corner, but the football directly hit the side net, giving him a false alarm, and also giving all the Greeks present a false alarm.

Qiu Suhui looked at his watch, there were less than ten minutes left in the first half. Well, it would be best to equalize the score before the end of the first half. He stood up, walked to the sidelines, and shouted to the field, "Xiang Tao! You can go up!"

This seemed to be a spell that released the shackles, Xiang Tao's eyes began to shine, and his whole person became radiant. He had been waiting for Lao Qiu's words for thirty-seven minutes, and now he could finally gallop up and down the left wing at will.

Li Yongle got the ball again, he wanted to pass the ball forward, but he saw that the situation in the front field was not very good, it was a bit chaotic, and he couldn't find a gap for a while, and if he delayed any longer, the opponent would press up. His eyes suddenly glanced at Xiang Tao, who was full of anger in the rear, and he thought of Coach Qiu Suhui's arrangement.

That kid has been suppressed long enough, it's time to let him move around. There are still five minutes left in the first half, try to equalize the score before the end of the half! Damn it, the goal was lost in such a comical way, if they lost the game because of this goal, the Chinese National Olympic team would be laughed at.

With a thought, he passed the ball to the rear with his right foot, and Wang Yu cleverly leaked it, deceiving the Greek midfielder Konstantinos.

Xiang Tao received the ball, and because of the cover Wang Yu made for him, there were no Greek players in front of him. This was really a case of letting the birds fly in the sky, and the fish leap in the sea. "Haha! Yatiou, help me take care of the back, I'm going up!" he shouted and rushed up with the ball.

When Zhao Pengyu saw Xiang Tao coming up, he also started to run forward, taking the opponent's full-back towards the baseline, bringing out the space for Xiang Tao.

However, the Greek defensive player number 15, Sapanis, quickly came up to block Xiang Tao's path.

Qiu Suhui only told Xiang Tao to go forward, but he didn't say how to handle the ball after going forward. So he decided to force his way through, instead of passing the ball.

The opponent, a tall defensive midfielder with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, came up. Xiang Tao didn't even look, he just lightly pushed the ball to the right, then braced with his left hand, and cut his body again, standing between the opponent and the ball. He planned to fight the opponent head-on like this!

"Idiot! Sapanis is the strongest one in our team, that Chinese guy is actually going to have a physical confrontation with him?" A Greek player couldn't help but shout.

Xiang Tao didn't understand what the other side was shouting, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the other side's screaming. He only knew that this person was very strong, and his height of nearly 1.9 meters was indeed not for nothing, he was pressing against him with all his strength.

"Damn it! If this continues, the ball will definitely be lost!"

The opponent seemed to be deliberately playing with him, applying force sometimes strongly and sometimes weakly, making Xiang Tao even more uncomfortable.

"Damn your ancestors! Isn't it just about strength? I'm not afraid of you!" Xiang Tao became fierce, suddenly exerting force with his right leg on the ground, leaning his body to the left against the opponent, and then exerting force again, his body suddenly窜up, and Sapanis was actually knocked away by him!

"Ah! Xiang Tao knocked away the Greek Sapanis! The referee didn't blow the whistle! Reasonable collision!" Wang Jianxiang shouted.

"Damn! Too reckless!" Yang Pan shook his head on the other side of the field. It was actually very dangerous just now, if Xiang Tao's explosive power hadn't surpassed the opponent, the ball would have been quickly intercepted by the Greek players who were coming up to surround him, and then directly hit behind him - a quick counterattack. "But that's really your style, Xiang Tao..."

Xiang Tao took advantage of the force to hook the ball to the left, passing Vienetras, number 16, who was planning to come up and encircle him. Now he was twenty-three meters away from the Greek goal, and no one was blocking him!

Could he easily let go of such a good opportunity? Of course not, but Xiang Tao, who had passed two people in a row, wasn't doing much better himself, his center of gravity was a bit chaotic, and the distance between the football and his body was not in a position conducive to direct shooting. But the unwilling Sapanis had already grabbed a hand from behind, and time didn't allow Xiang Tao to adjust any further!

Either pass the ball or shoot. But Xiang Tao was looking down, and he didn't know where to pass the ball either? So there was only one answer...

"Xiang Tao suddenly shoots!"

Xiang Tao took a long shot before his body's center of gravity had even adjusted! But wouldn't that be too forced?

But the speed of the football shattered the doubts into pieces, the ball was fast, and it was coming fiercely!

Greek goalkeeper Aparis was on high alert, but the ball was still so fast that he was a little caught off guard. In a hurry, he could only use both fists to punch the ball out of the penalty area. After a muffled sound, the football jumped high and flew out of the penalty area!

"The ball didn't go in, too bad... wait!" What surprised Wang Jianxiang was the person who was now appearing at the landing point of the football - Yang Pan.

Ever since he was given "special care," he had been holding his breath, and now he had finally found an opportunity, how could he not vent it properly? He pulled his body back, and his right leg swung out like a whip!

The football was still in mid-air, and it was hit by Yang Pan's thick right leg, and then it blasted towards the goal like a cannonball!

Aparis, the Greek goalkeeper who had just been bombarded by Xiang Tao's powerful long shot, hadn't even gotten up from the ground when he saw a terrifying scene, Yang Pan - the person who was called the number one dangerous person by the coach - had shot, and the ball was flying towards him!

The ball was fast, even faster than the one just now! It was indeed a shot from "Heavy Cannon" Yang Pan.

Aparis didn't even have time to react before the football flew into the goal over his head, and then powerfully crashed into the net. With a "whoosh" sound, the ball went in!

After scoring the goal, Yang Pan ran to the corner flag and roared at a camera there, and then ran to the coach's seat, he also wanted to hug Qiu Suhui!

"The ball went in! The ball went in!! Yang Pan!!! This is the first goal in the history of the Chinese men's football team in the Olympics! Let's listen to Yang Pan's roar!" Wang Jianxiang also roared along. It was great to start with such a magnificent goal.

"It was Yang Pan's powerful shot that shattered the humiliating memories of the past, opened the door to the Olympics, and what was presented in front of them would be another brand new history, waiting for them to create." The next day, the media evaluated Yang Pan's goal in this way, believing that it was a goal with "historical significance."

But Yang Pan didn't think so much at the time, he only knew that he had scored a goal, and helped the National Olympic team equalize the score.

Xiang Tao looked at Yang Pan's back with some unwillingness, "This goal should have been scored by me..."

"Idiot!" Li Yongle gave him a slap on the ass from behind, "Your explosive power is indeed better than Yang Pan's, but you don't know how to use it. You only know how to use brute force. That shot was too straight, you didn't pursue any angle at all, even if the opponent's goalkeeper was made of wood, he could have blocked it."

"What do you know? Strength is what I'm pursuing! I want to knock the goalkeeper into the goal!" Xiang Tao growled. Although he knew in his heart that Li Yongle was right, he would never show weakness on his mouth.

When Li Yongle heard this, he thought of the scene where he had seen Yang Pan blast Zhang Lintao into the goal in a match. In a blink of an eye, we have all grown up, and we are in Athens wearing the same jersey and working hard for the same name, fighting side by side.

Yang Pan was still retreating to the field, while waving to the Chinese fans in the stands. Li Yongle looked at Yang Pan, and at this moment, there was still one person missing by his side!

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Lao Niu waved the national flag excitedly, the frequency was faster than before. He seemed to want to use his strength to set off a red tide in the Greek stands. He personally witnessed the Chinese men's football team entering the Seoul Olympics for the first time, entering the Japan-Korea World Cup for the first time, and now he witnessed the first goal of the Chinese men's football team in the Olympics. He felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

At the end of the first half, the Greek players looked dejected, and it was no wonder they had such expressions. Being equalized by Yang Pan's aggressive goal would basically make them feel like a huge rock was pressing on their hearts. He deserved to be called a "morale killer."

In the locker room, Qiu Suhui said leisurely to his subordinates, "You did a good job in the first half. In the second half, Xiang Tao can attack freely, Zhao Pengyu and Wang Yu will give him more cover. Li Yongle will work harder to control the rhythm of the whole game. Judging from the first half, Greece is not strong except for its height. We must win it and lay a good foundation for future games."

Yang Pan listened expressionlessly to Qiu Suhui's arrangement. Although he scored the first goal in the history of the Chinese men's football Olympics, he was not too excited. After all, he had created too many histories that later generations could not surpass. The feeling of that ball was the same as usual, it was just another goal.

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Zhang Jun was anxious in front of the TV. He really wanted to watch the Chinese team's first game in the Olympics. But he was now in the Netherlands, not in China. The Dutch TV station did not broadcast the Chinese team's game against Greece, but instead broadcast the game between Argentina and Serbia and Montenegro, which was full of big-name stars. Argentina was already leading the opponent by three goals in the first half. It was indeed a hot favorite to win the championship.

Sophie watched Zhang Jun sulking at the TV, she picked up Zhang Jun's mobile phone, and then helped him dial Qiu Suhui's phone. Then she handed the phone to Zhang Jun. "If you can't see the game, you can also communicate in another way." She smiled at Zhang Jun, and Zhang Jun's irritable heart was immediately calmed down by her spring breeze-like voice.

Zhang Jun took the phone, and the call had already been connected.

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Qiu Suhui was explaining the tactics for the second half to the players, when he heard the mobile phone in his pocket ringing. He was wondering who was calling him at this time, and when he picked it up, it was Zhang Jun!

"Yo, Zhang Jun!" Qiu Suhui startled the other players, especially Yang Pan.

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"Well, it's me, Qiu Zhi. I'm now at home in Volendam, the Netherlands, with Sophie, haha!" Zhang Jun scratched his head and smiled.

"You two didn't do anything bad, did you?" Qiu Suhui was in a good mood, and he was joking with Zhang Jun and Sophie, a young couple.

Zhang Jun blushed and turned to look at Sophie, who was busy. "No...no!"

"Haha! You kid has the heart but not the guts!" Qiu Suhui's joking words made a group of "passionate young people" below fantasize, a lone man and a widow living in the same room, the night is long, and there is no intention to sleep...

The National Olympic team was collectively fantasizing.

"Well, to be serious, is there anything you want to talk to me about when you call? Oh, so that's how it is... Don't worry, everyone is fine, haha! It's 1:1 in the first half, and we gave Greece a big surprise." What Qiu Suhui said was that funny goal. "But we equalized the score near the end of the first half. Greece is not very strong, and the National Olympic team should have no problem winning. Who scored? Haha, your good brother Yang Pan, a long shot, very powerful! The Greek coach was scared. The goal? The top has set the quarterfinals, as for ourselves... we'll go as far as we can. This Olympics is mainly to train the team, and the results are secondary to me. I'm mainly aiming at the German World Cup. Well, okay, I got it. You have to cooperate with the doctor and recover as soon as possible! Huh? You want to talk to Yang Pan, ok. Yang Pan!" Qiu Suhui reached out and handed the phone to Yang Pan, who was sitting in the front.

"Hey, Zhang Jun! You still remember me!" As soon as Yang Pan received the call, he seemed to have become a different person, enthusiastically like a burning flame. "You haven't made a phone call in so long, are you busy happy with Sophie, forgetting your brothers?"

The other players all had their mouths wide open. Since the battle with South Korea on May 1, who had seen Yang Pan say so many words in front of so many people at once? They had always thought that being cool was his nature, but they didn't expect it was only because Zhang Jun wasn't by his side that he was like this.

Only a few people who had known Yang Pan for a long time smiled as if they were used to it. That reporter's analogy was really appropriate, Zhang Jun was the wind, and Yang Pan was the fire. The fire borrowed the power of the wind, and the wind strengthened the power of the fire. Without the wind, the fire was nothing more than a lingering warmth buried in the ashes, and it would never be able to burn.

Now that Zhang Jun was in the Netherlands, blowing a small gust of wind through the phone, Yang Pan "cracked" and exploded.

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Zhang Jun grimaced as he accepted Yang Pan's scolding. He was now busy with recovery treatment and was also very happy to be with Sophie. He really forgot to call Yang Pan. He was just forgetful!

"I'm sorry, A Pan, Pan Pan..." Zhang Jun said in a very pitiful tone.

"Damn it! Don't be so mushy! Do you want my legs to go soft in the second half?" Yang Pan said fiercely, completely ignoring Zhang Jun's old-fashioned routine. "What's the matter?"

Zhang Jun scratched his face, "That, actually it's nothing. I can't participate in the Olympics, although I really want to go. So I want you to count my share in the game, please!"

Yang Pan was stunned, and then scolded, "Stinky boy! You made my legs go soft, if I don't perform well in the second half, it's all your fault! Have you finished farting? If you're done, I'll hang up, Qiu Zhi still has something to say!"

Everyone didn't know what Zhang Jun said to Yang Pan that made him so excited all of a sudden.

"Hehe! It's nothing, don't blame me if your legs are soft, it's because you did something bad last night, right?" Zhang Jun said with a smirk.

"Damn! Don't use your life to look at me. I'm hanging up, bye-bye!" Yang Pan hung up the phone, and then said to Qiu Suhui with a calm face, "Coach, please continue."

"Oh, actually, I've said everything that needs to be said. Everyone will perform well in the second half. Attack as soon as you come up and suppress the momentum they adjusted during the halftime break." Qiu Suhui looked down at his watch, and then clapped his hands. "Remember every word I said. Clarify your responsibilities on the field, and then fully trust your teammates, play to your heart's content, move towards the goal, and strive for victory. Then, go to the game!"

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The expression on Yang Pan's face was the same as usual, but Li Yongle could feel some changes in Yang Pan after receiving Zhang Jun's call, he became...

"Li Yongle, the coach said to let us attack as soon as we come up, right?" Yang Pan said to Li Yongle beside him as he walked towards the field.

Li Yongle nodded.

"Then give me the ball as soon as we come up, I'll go give them an opening speech." Yang Pan looked at the field and said.

Li Yongle shivered. He found that Yang Pan had indeed changed, um, he had become murderous.

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Just two minutes into the game, Li Yongle found Yang Pan with a long pass. Yang Pan used his right foot to unload the ball to the left, and then twisted his body, with his right foot as the supporting foot, and his left foot flicked the football that bounced off the ground to the left. His right leg exerted force and kicked, and his body moved towards the middle.

"Yang Pan stopped the ball and turned around in one go, beautiful! He dribbles the ball horizontally!"

He must not be allowed to kick! This was the common thought of Stoltidis, number 6, and Agoritis, number 7. Before the game, the coach specifically told them to strictly defend Yang Pan. But just now, Yang Pan's smooth stop, turn, and dribbling had thrown them all off.

The two, who had lost their target, gathered again and pounced on Yang Pan with murderous intent.

Under Stoltidis' impact, Yang Pan tried to keep the football from being intercepted.

"These damn flies!!" Yang Pan cursed in his heart, he braced with his right hand, carrying Stoltidis aside, and then leaned his body to the left, pressing his center of gravity on Agoritis, making him afraid to act rashly.

After doing all this, Yang Pan swung his right leg without any scruples, and suddenly took a powerful shot while running horizontally!

"Yang Pan suddenly shoots!"

The football drew a streak of white light, like a vigorous white dragon roaring towards the Greek goal!

Greek goalkeeper Aparis flew to save! But it was a pity that although his fingertips brushed the football, it only made the football jump up lightly, hitting the bottom edge of the crossbar and bouncing into the goal!

The ball went in again!

"It went in?" Wang Jianxiang was still a little unresponsive. "It went in! The ball went in! 2:1! China has surpassed the score! Yang Pan scored twice, his powerful shot made Aparis helpless!! This is really an exciting night! I believe the fans who are waiting in front of the TV will be cheering to their heart's content! This is a moment for the Chinese men's football team to hold their heads high! Those two long shots! The murderous Yang Pan severely damaged the host!!" Wang Jianxiang roared unscrupulously, because the colleagues working next door were also cheering non-stop.

All the Chinese fans who were still waiting in front of the TV were also roaring unscrupulously, even if they woke up their neighbors, they would invite the sleepy neighbors to join this carnival party together.

Beer bottles, ashtrays, teacups... everything that could be smashed was smashed. Tables, chairs, floors... everything that could be patted was patted, they just wanted that movement!

Don't talk about watching the ball in a civilized way, don't disturb the people. People who can still sit quietly and civilly on the chairs at this time must not be Chinese fans.

Lao Niu was at the scene, and his feeling of pride was even deeper. He waved the national flag more vigorously and roared loudly, "Chinese team, well done! Yang Pan, well done!" In the end, his roar was already inaudible due to hoarseness, but that sense of pride, that feeling of holding his head high, could be clearly seen just by looking at his face. At this time, Lao Niu and the usually gentle and honest Niu Jianhua were completely different people.

After scoring the goal, Yang Pan roared all the way into the crowd in front of the bench, and everyone surrounded him and celebrated the goal together.

Li Yongle broke free from the crowd, those people were too crazy, he would be crushed if he didn't come out again. He took a breath and then quietly watched Yang Pan, who was still roaring in the crowd.

Ever since Zhang Jun was injured, he had always been suppressing himself, and he rarely even smiled. Although he didn't know what Zhang Jun had said to him on the phone, he could see that he had become more high-spirited, and football seemed to have become the object of his venting. The two goals not only helped the Chinese team to surpass the score, but also made him feel much better.

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"Please!"

When he was in the third grade of junior high school, Zhang Jun patted his shoulder and said this. He didn't disappoint him, and sent that crucial free kick into the opponent's goal.

When he was in the first grade of high school, Zhang Jun still patted his shoulder and said this. But this time he disappointed Zhang Jun. Although he scored two goals, Shuguang still lost to the High School Affiliated to the University of Science and Technology, lost the game Zhang Jun entrusted to him, and lost the entire year.

Now, Zhang Jun said this again, "Please!"

You always trust me so much, I will never let you down this time! You can see it, Zhang Jun! I know you can see it, cheer for me! I'm going to win and take your share with me!

Yang Pan grabbed Xiang Tao and shook him non-stop, roaring. Actually, he wasn't dissatisfied with Xiang Tao, it's just that he was in a brief trance at the moment, and he would grab anything and roar at it while shaking it.

It was just the pitiful and innocent Xiang Tao, who was shaken until he almost rolled his eyes.

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When Xiang Tao was still panting with a pale face, the culprit tightly put on the captain's armband as if nothing had happened, and shouted loudly to the players on the field, "Cheer up! We're only leading by one goal! Suppress them and don't give them any chance!"

"Oh!!!" Everyone responded with a roar.

Li Yan sighed in his heart as he watched the high-spirited team, "He's not the captain because he's the only overseas player, but because he has all the qualities to be a captain. Mature, steady, motivating... Maybe he will wear the captain's armband in the national team in the future."

In the remaining game, Greece was indeed suppressed by the high-spirited Chinese team as Yang Pan had hoped. In the remaining thirty minutes of the second half, even effective defensive counterattacks were rare.

In this way, they lost face in front of nearly 10,000 home fans. They finally lost to the Chinese National Olympic team, which was only participating in the Olympics for the second time, causing a small upset on the opening day.

Yang Pan, who helped the Chinese team win the historic first victory, was rightfully elected as the best player of the game. But as soon as the whistle sounded at the end of the game, his expression immediately returned to calm and cold. He was invited to receive the award without a smile, shook hands with the award presenter, took a photo, and then accepted the barrage of interviews from many reporters.

"Do you have any special feelings about scoring the first Olympic goal in the history of Chinese men's football?"

"No, it's just another goal. This is very normal in the game, there's no need to dwell on it." Yang Pan's cold answer completely exceeded the reporters' expectations. They all thought he would say something very happy and excited, but they didn't expect him to be so calm. He was only twenty-three years old, how could he be so mature and steady, neither arrogant nor discouraged?

"Uh, then can you predict the National Olympic team's performance in this Olympics?"

Yang Pan thought of Zhang Jun's words, and he said to the reporters, "Champion, gold medal. This is my goal."

After speaking, he squeezed out of the crowd and walked straight back to the locker room, leaving a group of reporters staring at each other with bewildered expressions.

Li Yan scratched his head behind him, "Oh, headache! It seems that the news tomorrow will be very lively!"