Chapter 178 Entering the Finals!

"Yang Pan walked up to the penalty spot. He's placing the ball. He steps back..." Wang Jianxiang's hoarse voice came from the television. Fans in front of their TVs held their breath, staring at the screen, not daring to blink.

"Starting his run-up... Shot! Goal!! Yang Pan scores the first goal for China!"

"Great shot!!" The previously quiet crowd erupted in cheers, but their tense nerves didn't relax, because they still had to see An Ke's performance.

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"Wenwen, did An Ke save it?" An Ke's mother's voice came from the inner room.

"Not yet, they haven't started kicking yet!" He Wen sat in front of the TV, giving her aunt a "live broadcast." Her aunt didn't dare to watch; she said her heart was racing too fast at times like these, and it was better to hide for a while.

He Wen and her uncle had better mental fortitude and continued watching in front of the TV.

"Oh, let me know when there's a result."

"Got it..." He Wen stopped talking, her eyes fixed on the TV screen, where An Ke was walking towards the goal.

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An Ke walked toward the goal while warming up his body. When he stood on the goal line, the entire stadium fell silent. This silence quickly turned into pressure, bearing down on him.

For a goalkeeper, there was never a moment like this. Whether it was pressure or glory, if he withstood the pressure and saved the opponent's penalty, he would be a hero!

Argentina's first player to step up was their captain, Tevez.

Like Yang Pan, he carefully placed the ball, making sure it wouldn't suddenly move before stepping back and preparing to run.

An Ke kept watching Tevez. After he stepped back to gain distance, An Ke focused his attention on Tevez's feet. If there was any change in the shot, it would definitely start from the ankle.

A whistle blew, and Tevez ran and shot!

An Ke guessed the wrong direction. He dove to the left, but Tevez's penalty flew into the goal from the center!

"Argentina also scores a goal, making the score 1:1!"

Chinese fans let out a huge sigh, feeling sorry for the goal. An Ke pounded the ground in frustration, then stood up and walked out of the penalty area, giving his position to Argentina's goalkeeper, Saya.

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"Aunt, my brother didn't save it..." He Wen's tone was full of regret and disappointment.

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Seeing that An Ke didn't save the penalty, the Chinese team standing in the center circle just shook their heads. It was normal for a goalkeeper not to save a penalty.

It was Li Yongle's turn to play. Before he left, his teammates all came up to give him a high-five and wish him luck.

"Now, it's Li Yongle, the central core of the Chinese team, known for his composure. He remains calm in all situations and has the air of a great general." Wang Jianxiang introduced the Chinese players to the audience. In fact, this was redundant. How many people in the country didn't know Li Yongle? How many people didn't understand the current Chinese team?

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Li Yongle's appearance made He Wen nervous, just like her aunt. Her heart was beating very fast. She didn't dare to watch, so she could only close her eyes and listen to the commentary coming from the TV.

"Li Yongle walks to the penalty spot, ready to kick this penalty."

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Almost all players who came to take a penalty would carefully place the ball. Li Yongle was no exception. After placing it, he only took one step back. He was confident in his kicking power.

The referee blew the whistle. Run-up, a ground shot in place, very sudden. Saya didn't save it, and the ball went into the net!

"Yes! Li Yongle kicked it in too! Although it's the first time facing this kind of scene, our players are quite calm and composed!"

Li Yongle, who scored a goal, clenched his fist and waved it before running back.

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"Li Yongle shoots! Goal!!"

Hearing the sound coming from the TV, He Wen dared to open her eyes, raised her arms, and cheered.

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The subsequent Argentine player was Messi. He calmly scored a goal against An Ke. This time, An Ke guessed the direction correctly, but the distance was too far. Messi's ball was very tricky, rolling into the goal off the post. An Ke was out of reach.

Messi, who scored a goal, cheered with his arms open, which made An Ke behind him very upset.

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"Aunt, my brother still didn't save it..."

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Kru's appearance caused a slight stir. First, because he was a handsome young man; second, because of his nonchalant attitude toward the penalty shootout.

He walked up slowly, not placing the ball with his hands like the others. He stretched out his foot and pulled the ball to the penalty spot, simply fixing it there. Then, he stepped back, looked at the referee, and waited for the whistle to sound.

While Saya was still guessing how Kru would kick the ball, the referee blew the whistle, startling him. Then, Kru, like Li Yongle, barely ran up and kicked it!

The ball flew into the goal from the upper right corner! Saya didn't have time to make any movements. He just stood there, blankly turning his head to look at the ball behind him.

What precise footwork, what a relaxed attitude! It was as if he wasn't in a penalty shootout, but in ordinary training.

Kru turned and left expressionlessly after scoring a goal. Even the loud cheers from Chinese fans in the stands couldn't cause his emotions to fluctuate in the slightest.

This attitude angered Saya.

What was this?! He walked up casually, kicked the ball indifferently, and then turned around and left. Did he even see me, the goalkeeper?

Qiu Suhui kept applauding from the sidelines. That was the effect he wanted. Kru's performance was perfect, and it had angered the opponent's goalkeeper to a certain extent, laying a good foundation for the Chinese players who would come later.

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What Qiu Suhui didn't expect was that Kru's performance not only angered the Argentine goalkeeper Saya, but also angered the Argentine penalty takers. Rodriguez, who was substituted in the second half, was the third Argentine player to appear. From the close-up shot, his expression was a bit ferocious, angered by Kru's performance.

Football matches should respect the other side, but they didn't see a trace of respect for themselves from Kru. He wanted to let Kru know that Argentina couldn't be underestimated, and Argentinians had their own dignity!

An Ke stood on the goal line, lowering his center of gravity and slightly spreading his hands. After doing all this, he quietly waited for the moment when the referee's whistle sounded.

Come on, baby!

Hearing the referee's whistle, Rodriguez started to run, a conventional penalty.

Left side!

An Ke dove to his left, the opponent's right, the moment Rodriguez's foot touched the ball.

The real feeling of the ball hitting his hand made An Ke excited. He saved it!

"Rodriguez... saved! An Ke saved it!! Wonderful, too wonderful!!" Wang Jianxiang roared on the commentary stand, gesticulating wildly.

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"My brother saved it!" He Wen screamed, "He saved it!! Saved it..." Apart from repeating this sentence, she didn't know what else to say.

There was a huge sound from the door behind her, obviously An's mother had rushed out excitedly.

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"Long live!! An Ke!" Chinese fans shouted in unison, cheering for their hero.

In the stands, on the bench, in the center circle... Anywhere in China with a TV, everyone was cheering.

But our protagonist, An Ke, didn't show much excitement. He walked out with his head lowered, only gently shaking his fist when he brushed past Saya.

He was very excited the moment he saved the penalty. But when he stood up from the ground and heard the overwhelming cheers, he calmed down. The game wasn't over yet, it was too early to cheer, everyone.

The one who laughs last, laughs best.

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Rodriguez dejectedly returned to the team, and his teammates comforted him, but everyone was unsure.

After An Ke saved Argentina's third penalty, it was considered a climax to this penalty shootout. The Chinese people were very excited, imagining in their hearts: Xiang Tao scores, and then An Ke continues his efforts, saving the second one, then Zhang Jun in the fifth doesn't have to play. We will enter the finals! Entering the World Cup finals for the first time in history!

Just thinking about it was so exciting, let alone that this dream was about to become a reality?

Xiang Tao took a deep breath, then exhaled sharply. Everyone's eyes were now focused on him.

"The fourth Chinese player to appear is Xiang Tao. Like Yang Pan, he is a player known for his powerful shots. Although he is a defender, he has a shooting ability that is not inferior to a forward."

Saya naturally knew Xiang Tao's ability. He was the defender with the most goals in Fiorentina, and he could even rank among the top scorers in Fiorentina, with an extremely strong desire to shoot. His shots were powerful and heavy, so he needed to be extra careful.

Saya thought of Yang Pan, the first player to appear. That kick was estimated to be over 140 kilometers per hour, right?

No! Maybe even faster...

Xiang Tao placed the ball. He, who was always laughing, couldn't smile at this time. He could clearly hear his heartbeat, his breathing... The heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

Damn!

Xiang Tao shook his head violently. What was he doing? Wasn't it just a penalty? Why was he so nervous? Look at Kru, how free and easy!

Xiang Tao patted his face with both hands, then waited for the referee to blow the whistle.

"Beep!"

Run-up.

Kick.

Shot!

Saya dove to the right, but he immediately realized that he had guessed wrong again—Xiang Tao shot in the middle!

Was he going to be scored on again this time? That would make the team's situation even more unfavorable... Damn it, why did he think that both power players would choose an angle?! Damn it!

Saya felt like he had lost, but God didn't want the game to end so early. He seemed to be very fond of maintaining suspense.

"Clang!"

Xiang Tao's powerful shot hit the crossbar hard, then bounced back!

"Ooh—" Sighs and cheers were mixed together.

"Oh no! It didn't go in! Xiang Tao's penalty hit the crossbar!" Regret, great regret. "In that case... An Ke, it's up to you! Block Argentina's shot!"

Watching the ecstatic Argentine goalkeeper, Xiang Tao bit his lip and turned to leave the penalty area. He was in great pain, but there was still a trace of luck. Fortunately, he wasn't the last to appear, so there were still two chances left, for An Ke and Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun met the returning Xiang Tao, then hugged him, "Don't cry, kid, it's just a tie."

"Damn... who's crying?" Xiang Tao struggled.

"Huh? You're not crying?" Zhang Jun let go of Xiang Tao, "Damn, why would I hug you if you're not crying, it's like Brokeback Mountain!"

"Fuck!" Xiang Tao gave Zhang Jun the middle finger.

Zhang Jun's stirring made his depressed mood slightly better.

"But this is also like your style. Even if you miss a penalty, you have to pretend to be nonchalant. Don't worry, An Ke will live up to expectations, and I won't get weak legs so easily."

Xiang Tao forced a smile and punched Zhang Jun, "You're the one who's nonchalant..."

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An Ke didn't save Aimar's penalty. The experienced Aimar tricked An Ke and sent the ball into the goal. Apart from kicking the goalpost hard to vent, An Ke had no other way.

Zhang Jun found that everyone was looking at him, and he smiled, "Are you worried that I'll be very, very nervous?"

No one spoke, but from their eyes, Zhang Jun guessed right.

"Am I about to play, and none of you have anything to say?" Zhang Jun opened his arms and hugged Xiang Tao in the front, "I'll shoot it in, and An Ke will save it, trust the two of us."

He gave a thumbs up, then turned and walked towards the goal.

Sophie's finger on the shutter was trembling slightly. If Zhang Jun couldn't kick it in, then all the pressure would fall on An Ke, and the Chinese team's chances of losing would be very high.

Therefore, billions of eyes across China were staring at Zhang Jun, and tremendous pressure was on Zhang Jun's head.

Could he withstand it?

Zhang Jun kept his head down as he walked. Others couldn't see his expression, so they naturally had no way to infer whether he was nervous or not. The Argentine commentators believed that Zhang Jun must be very nervous, otherwise he wouldn't be hiding his expression like that. Wang Jianxiang, on the other hand, held the opposite view, believing that this showed that Zhang Jun was calm and composed.

The ball appeared in his field of vision, and Zhang Jun guided himself to the designated position. At this time, he looked up, but at a glance, he saw that familiar face behind the goal—Sophie was watching him nervously.

Zhang Jun smiled at Sophie. He could play tricks and make the world nervous with his expressions, but he had to make Sophie feel at ease forever, and never worry about him.

Don't worry, I'm fine. I was just teasing them!

Seeing Zhang Jun's warm smile, Sophie breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Jun's appearance of walking with his head down had indeed startled her.

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Zhang Jun!

Saya looked at the opponent in front of him. A super heavyweight player had appeared. He needed to concentrate fully and exert 200% of his effort to defeat this opponent.

It was rumored that his penalties were 100% accurate, and he had never missed a penalty. It was also said that his penalties had no set pattern. He shot wherever he wanted, so goalkeepers who studied him couldn't grasp any pattern at all, making it impossible to study him.

Saya didn't believe it was a legend, because he had indeed studied Zhang Jun's penalty footage, and finally found that he really couldn't see Zhang Jun's kicking pattern. Lower left corner, lower right corner, upper left corner, upper right corner, middle... all had scoring records, and they weren't just one or two accidental situations.

The world football community recognized that if Zhang Jun's shooting skills were second in the world, then no one would dare to call themselves the best. With such a terrifying shooting accuracy, in a penalty situation without any interference, wasn't it normal to hit wherever he aimed?

Watching Zhang Jun place the ball, then step back, Saya felt that he was soaked in sweat from head to toe. He tried to lower his center of gravity as much as possible, his body slightly leaning forward, his toes up, and his calves were trembling slightly.

Left? Right? Middle? Top? Bottom?

Faced with a shooter like Zhang Jun, goalkeepers had to consider many things, and they had to consider all aspects. This would also cause them a lot of psychological pressure.

On the contrary, look at Zhang Jun, a very calm and natural expression, neither nervous nor relaxed. He was just standing on the edge of the penalty area, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle.

At the same time, his eyes were always looking at Sophie on the right side of the goal.

Saya noticed Zhang Jun's gaze. Right side? Was he going to shoot in this direction?

"Zhang Jun is the fifth Chinese player to appear. The rule of the penalty shootout is that each team kicks five balls first, and the winner is determined in these five balls. If this can't determine the winner, then the game continues in the order of one ball per team until the final winner is determined. This is why the penalty shootout is said to be the most cruel, because just one ball can eliminate a team that has worked hard for 120 minutes, and this elimination has a very large element of luck. Teams that are generally favored before the game may not win. Here, luck is far greater than strength, and strength is not equal to victory..."

The preparation time for this penalty was a bit long, and the commentators had time to chatter here, but their explanation only increased the audience's tension. Because they said, "Strength is not equal to victory," Zhang Jun's strength was beyond doubt, so since it wasn't equal to victory, was it equal to failure?

Looking at the nervous goalkeeper Saya, Zhang Jun suddenly smiled.

Saya was stunned.

At this moment, the whistle sounded.

"Shot!"

Saya didn't hesitate and dove to the right side of the goal, his left side. In this situation, it was gambling to see if he could guess correctly.

In that instant, Saya seemed to see a slow-motion scene. His body flew to the right side of the goal, but the ball flew straight to the center of the goal, and what made him even more unexpected was that the ball drew a parabola in the air and fell towards the goal.

This was a very typical Panenka!

"Goooooooal!!! Zhang Jun scored! He lived up to expectations as the fifth player to appear!! A wonderful Panenka!!" Wang Jianxiang cheered with Chinese fans.

Not only must I get into your goal, but I must also do it in the most elegant way!

Zhang Jun gave a thumbs up to Sophie's camera, let Sophie take a picture of his image, and then turned and left the penalty area.

Just as he turned around, he saw Mascherano walking towards him.

So he was also the fifth player...

"We were teammates for three seasons, it's nice to occasionally be opponents. Since the group stage, I've met a lot of acquaintances, this circle is really small."

"I don't want this game to be decided by a penalty shootout."

"I don't want to either," Mascherano replied.

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He didn't expect the game to be dragged to the penalty shootout. What was even more unexpected was that he and Mascherano were the last players to appear. Was it fate or coincidence?

Mascherano showed a maturity that was out of proportion to his age when he was in the Fiorentina team. Zhang Jun could always see Yang Pan's shadow on this boy. The only difference between them was nationality and position.

Bianchi arranged him to be the last player to appear, definitely considering the current situation. Now the score was temporarily 4:3, and Mascherano had to score this goal to ensure that the game could continue.

Zhang Jun stood in place, waiting for Mascherano to come up.

When Mascherano saw that Zhang Jun, who was originally going to walk back, suddenly stopped, he knew that he was waiting for him.

Meeting in this situation was always a bit awkward, but if he suddenly changed his route to avoid him, it would be even more awkward, after all, the two of them would still be working in the same club.

He had to lower his head and brace himself to walk over.

The appearances of the two were strikingly similar, both walking with their heads down.

"I just want to tell you that now I'm on the Chinese team, and you're on the Argentine team. Don't think too much..." Zhang Jun said in Italian in a low voice as Mascherano passed by him. He made sure that his voice was small, but Javier would definitely hear it, because the entire stadium was now silent.

Mascherano didn't stop for a second, he walked directly past Zhang Jun, very naturally.

Zhang Jun turned to look at Bianchi, who was very nervous on the sidelines, smiled, and quickly walked back to his team. He was greeted by his teammates' sincere praise.

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An Ke took off his gloves, wiped the sweat from his hands with a towel, and then put his gloves back on. He did the whole process very carefully. Because he knew very well that now, these hands were related to the fate of the Chinese team and had to be taken care of properly.

Mascherano was carefully placing the ball. In the penalty shootout, this action had become a standard action that everyone would do—of course, except for Kru Li, who didn't care about anything.

An Ke, who had already prepared, didn't stare at Mascherano this time, but looked up at the sky.

The night sky in South Africa was illuminated by the lights on the roof of the stadium, so he couldn't see anything. He gradually narrowed his eyes.

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"You remember this, An Ke! The goal of Shuguang can only be guarded by you!" Yang Pan said to him fiercely on the rainy stadium. The application with gritted teeth was as if An Ke was his enemy.

"An Ke, your parents worked hard to send you abroad so that you can have a good future when you come back to study in the future. You must study hard over there." On the night before leaving the country, his mother held his hand and exhorted him earnestly.

"My parents sent me to Germany not to learn to play football, but to make it easier to find a job in the future... I may have to return to China. I can't make a living by playing football, unlike you, you have decided to take the path of professional football almost from high school." When Zhang Jun asked himself if he was giving up football, this reluctant guy said.

"Hey, An Ke! Are you really not playing football anymore?" Zhang Jun chased after him on the platform of the Amsterdam station.

"When you are old in the future, and I am old, let's play football together again!" Until this moment, the fool was still trying to act cool.

"If you dare to play tomorrow, I won't have you as my son!" His father's roar poured a bucket of cold water on An Ke, the kind that was icy cold.

But An Ke still stepped onto the professional arena, without hesitation. Now, during the World Cup in South Africa, his father would definitely watch his game with his mother, worry about him, and cheer for him, because he was also a standard fan.

I will use these hands to seize my future!

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Mascherano finally placed the ball, and An Ke also moved his gaze from the sky. Passing Mascherano in the distance, passing the ball at his feet, moving to the lawn in front of him, and finally freezing on his flat hands.

No, his future had already been seized, and now he should change his lines.

I will use these hands to seize our future!

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He Wen had never been so nervous as she was now. When Li Yongle took a penalty, she could force herself not to watch TV. But now, even though she was shaking with nervousness, she still forced herself to open her eyes wide, she had to watch her brother's performance with her own eyes.

In this World Cup, because of the increased strength of the entire Chinese team, An Ke's time was getting less and less, but wasn't this the exclusive time for her brother now? The huge stadium was just his stage, and Mascherano was just a supporting role for her brother.

That broad and thick back, which had given her unparalleled security as a child, now stood in front of the goal, as steady as Mount Tai.

——An Ke, do you know why the position of goalkeeper is the only player on the field who can catch the ball with his hands, because he is very special. He is the last line of defense for the entire team, and the responsibility he bears is far greater than anyone on the field. He is a position that is not allowed to make any mistakes. Forwards and defenders can make mistakes, but goalkeepers do not have this right, because if you make a mistake, it is because of the death of the team. Remember, the hope of the whole team is on you, when you step on the goal line, you must never retreat. No matter what the situation, you must be calm, you must not make mistakes, you must not retreat, and you must not even regret it.

No mistakes, no retreat, no regrets... what a thrilling profession!

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"Beep!" The referee blew the whistle that determined the fate of both sides.

Mascherano started his run-up, his run-up was very powerful and without hesitation. He looked confident and confident!

An Ke didn't move, just like a rock, he didn't make any fake moves to interfere with the opponent.

Kick, shoot!

An Ke suddenly ejected from the ground, the target was the ball that Mascherano shot out!

The judgment was without any problems, accurate to the point of being terrifying, and the reaction was as fast as a spirit cat, this was the best goalkeeper in Europe last season—An Ke.

Mascherano's shooting power was great, and the speed was also very fast. He had this confidence—even if you, An Ke, judge the right direction, you can't be faster than the ball I shoot!

But he obviously underestimated An Ke's speed.

Striving to jump out, his right hand raised high, horizontally in front of the football, and then his fingers used force to dial!

He felt that he had dialed the football, as long as there were no accidents...

The football was dialed by An Ke, but the momentum was not reduced. Slightly deviated, it continued to fly towards the goal!

This was just a matter of moments, but everyone's hearts were in their throats, and many female fans covered their mouths, for fear that their hearts would jump out of there.

According to the rules, re-shots are not allowed in the penalty shootout, so if the first kick does not go in, it does not go in, there is nothing to discuss. But if the goalkeeper just blocked it and it still entered the goal in the end, then it counts as a goal.

All of Argentina's hopes were pinned on this ball. The hopes of the Chinese people are all on An Ke's fingertips.

Putting the hopes of so many people on one person is indeed a thrilling profession.

An Ke had done everything he could, and now he could only watch the ball and see where it would eventually go.

"Clang!" It wasn't very loud, but even the people in front of the TV could hear it clearly.

The football hit the post and bounced out of the goal...

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"Argentina was tragically eliminated!!!"

Mascherano's knees softened, and he fell to the ground, covering his face with his hands, and he was no longer willing to watch.

An Ke jumped up from the ground, and at this time, he could truly open his heart and celebrate wildly. The one who laughs last, laughs best, and An Ke laughed last.

The players on the bench, the coaches on the coaching bench, and the teammates in the center circle all rushed towards An Ke in front of the goal with open arms. The red in the stands had boiled, and it was believed that in China, more red would spread all over the country at this moment!

"Finals! We have entered the finals! This is the first time in history... the first time!" Wang Jianxiang's voice was trembling, even if he couldn't speak tomorrow, he would shout. "This is the pride of Chinese football, and also the pride of the Chinese people! I saw an overwhelming red! Sorry, everyone... I can't describe everything I see in words now, you can see it for yourself..."

Xiang Tao, who had been biting his teeth nervously since Cong Mascherano walked to the penalty spot, could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and An Ke completed his salvation.

Zhao Pengyu had already rushed to An Ke in front of him with the national flag draped over him, and then pressed him under his body. Judging from his sprinting speed, it was impossible to see that he had been running for 120 minutes.

The crowd celebrating the victory on the field was divided into two waves, one wave rushed to An Ke and pressed him under their bodies. The other group surrounded Zhang Jun, and if he hadn't kicked the football in under pressure, then maybe there wouldn't have been An Ke's final successful save.

Hu Li had just rushed into the stadium when he staggered and fell to the ground, crying with tears streaming down his face. Qiu Suhui, who had always given people a calm and composed impression, also kept wiping his tears with his hands. From the moment Zhang Jun equalized the score in the final moments of extra time, he felt that he had turned around from hell and then returned. He had escaped death.

The photographers kept taking pictures of An Ke, who was pressed under his body, and the flashes kept flashing. Although An Ke's body was pressed down, his hands kept hitting the ground, and he was using this method to vent the excitement in his heart.

Yang Pan was running around the field with the national flag draped over him, running from one place to another, completely without the seriousness of the captain.

Everyone was in a state of madness, great happiness, never like today, all fell on their heads at once.

When Zhang Jun reacted and planned to find Mascherano to exchange jerseys, there was not a single Argentine player in the entire stadium.

"Zhang Jun, what are you looking for?" Xiang Tao grabbed Zhang Jun, who was looking around.

"It's nothing, I was planning to exchange jerseys with Javier, where are they?"

"Hey! Don't worry about the Argentine people, tonight belongs to us! Let's have a good time! Come with me!" Xiang Tao took Zhang Jun's hand and ran to the other side. "The fans are still waiting for us, we have to thank them!"

The losers had quietly left the field, only the winners were here to welcome people's cheers.

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"This is a night worth writing a strong and colorful stroke in the history of Chinese football. Although I am in South Africa, I can imagine how lively it will be in China at this moment. Even if the Olympic bid is successful, it is absolutely not comparable to today. From Asia Third-rate to world-class, the Chinese team only took eight years. The painful experience of conceding nine goals in the 2002 World Cup and not scoring a single goal has finally become history completely. What awaits us is a bright, brand-new, and hopeful tomorrow!"

The excited Li Yan let out his inner emotions so unrestrainedly in his article. He wrote many comments criticizing Chinese football. Even today, when the reform of Chinese football is gradually showing achievements, he has not given up pouring cold water on the Chinese people from time to time. But now he thinks that pouring cold water at this time is very pretentious, and it is also a very stupid behavior.

People need happiness, and Chinese fans need happiness, for which they have waited for more than half a century. Now, what reason is there not to let them cheer to their heart's content and forget all the unhappiness?

Let us cheer for tonight! No one sleeps tonight!