Chapter 121 An Old Grudge

To grab readers’ attention, news media naturally dig up any news that can be sensationalized. With the Chinese team’s situation looking bright, analyzing both sides of the game seemed outdated. Therefore, Krew’s feud with England was conveniently brought to light.

The English media tirelessly listed Krew’s misdeeds during his time in the English Premier League, such as antagonizing fans, refusing interviews, pushing reporters, and assaulting opponents. They even dredged up events from his time with the Chelsea youth team. Of course, they didn’t forget to repeatedly remind readers that Krew was once a street thug in London, nurtured by English football, allowing him to enter the professional league and have the chance to be selected for the national team. Yet, in the end, he defected to China.

All of this helped to unite the fans against a common enemy and disrupt the opponent. However, they underestimated Krew’s mental fortitude; this level of interference seemed non-existent to him. He continued to train as usual, just like before.

Regardless of how the outside world stirred up the issue, the English team and the Chinese team remained remarkably calm, as if nothing had happened.

Players related to Krew in the English team consciously refused to reveal a single word about him to the media. As for the Chinese team, if anyone asked the players questions about Krew, those with good temperaments would evade the issue, while those with bad temperaments would glare back. The worst would even say a few harsh words.

When faced with such questions from reporters, Qiu Suhui impatiently urged them to focus more on the game itself, rather than sensationalizing trivial gossip.

At the same time, he announced that all members of the Chinese team were forbidden from accepting media interviews before the game against England. The relationship between the Chinese team and the domestic media became strained once again.

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"Fucking hell!" After finishing a day of training, Qiu Suhui grumbled to Hu Li in his hotel room. "Those idiotic reporters never do anything good; they only cause trouble. Even a fool can see what the English media is trying to do by bringing up old news at this time, yet the domestic media is happily joining in the sensationalism. What are they so excited about!"

Hu Li knew that Qiu Suhui had been plagued by the media these past few days. Several times, when faced with those kinds of questions from reporters, he wanted to burst out cursing. If it weren't for considering the overall situation and not wanting the players' minds to be affected, he really would have done it.

"Which is more important, the game or the players’ gossip?! Those reporters… I think the domestic sports media should just change its name to *Apple Daily*! More gossipy than Hong Kong paparazzi!" Qiu Suhui paced around the room, occasionally stopping to wave his hands, expressing his inner dissatisfaction.

After venting, Qiu Suhui stood in the center of the room, looking at Hu Li. "But I believe in my players, especially that aloof Krew. He will be the key figure in tomorrow's game. Our tactics will revolve around him."

"The ancients said: Don’t put all your eggs in one basket…"

"The ancients were farting."

"…" Hu Li said nothing.

"Old Hu, Krew isn’t an egg; he’s harder than rock. He’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside. The English media dredging up old news and exposing Krew’s scars will only provoke a strong sense of resistance, which is a good thing for us."

"Then you were just cursing those media people."

"Not everyone on our team is like Krew. Of course, I have to curse them; I've actually wanted to curse those people for a long time. Alright, let’s not discuss this issue anymore. Let's talk about tomorrow's tactical arrangements."

"Since you want to make Krew the tactical core, then for tomorrow's game, I think we can't rely too much on counter-attacking defense," Hu Li said.

"We can't rely on it anyway. England is a master at that. Their two main forwards are very fast, their midfield has a quick tempo, and the Premier League style is all about powerful long passes and high crosses. All of this is conducive to their counter-attacks. When they play against us, they will definitely use counter-attacking defense, so giving Krew more freedom and ball control will help us break down England's defense. Moreover, Krew is familiar with the habits of English players; he will have more ways to deal with England."

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Because the Chinese team had historically made it into the top eight of the World Cup, CCTV5 also moved up their live broadcast time by a few hours. Even before the game started, they began to run specials about the match, introductions to both teams and star players, World Cup historical results, qualifying results, main personnel analysis, etc. Everyone was waiting for the start of the game.

When the TV started playing the last round of pre-match commercials, the players from both sides were already standing in the player tunnel, separated by a short railing, looking at each other.

Frank Lampard had originally wanted to greet Krew before the game, but the recent media frenzy surrounding their relationship forced him to abandon his original plan.

The English have a strong "Britannia complex." Years ago, a Turkish player became a public enemy for provoking English players, and he was pitifully released from his contract by the Premier League team he played for.

With this background, it is not difficult to understand why the British have such a deep-seated resentment and anger towards Krew’s betrayal.

Only Terry didn't care what the outside world thought. He reached out his hand to Krew across the railing. "Good luck. I hope it's a great game."

Krew hesitated for a moment and then extended his own hand, and the two men shook hands.

Terry laughed. "Actually, I've wanted to shake your hand like this for a long time, but you've become colder and colder, just like a London winter…"

Lampard turned around and patted Terry. "Alright, John, your jokes aren't funny at all. It's our turn to go on." Then he smiled and nodded at Krew, who was standing there dumbfounded. "Good luck, kid!"

He was also infected by Terry. To hell with what the outside world says about this; they did know Krew, and they all liked this young man very much. They were also very sorry that he didn't play for England, but that was his personal choice, and no one had the right to interfere or criticize him. Even if they were opponents now, what was the big deal about greeting each other and saying hello off the field?

His teammates in front of him began to run out, and after Lampard finished greeting him, he followed them out. Zhang Jun pushed Krew, who was standing in front of him. "Don't be dazed, let's go, it's our turn!"

The English fans are known worldwide for their fanaticism, so after enjoying the "home" treatment in the last game, the Chinese team will face an unprecedented challenge this time, a challenge from the stands. There were far more English fans in the stands than Chinese fans, and they were more professional and experienced than the Chinese fans, knowing how to create an atmosphere, cheer for their own team, and put pressure on the enemy.

Just entering the stadium, one could hear deafening singing, all from English fans, while the voices of Chinese fans were drowned out. This was just the pre-match momentum; who knew what it would be like during the game.

However, Zhang Jun, Krew, and others didn't care. It was like this when they played against Chelsea away from home, and they survived it. This was just a game on neutral ground, what was there to be afraid of? It was the teammates who played in China who felt a little weak in the legs.

When Krew appeared on the field, the English fans' singing suddenly turned into angry boos and abuse. This scene made the Chinese reporters present feel a little unbelievable, let alone the members of the Chinese national team.

Swear words like "fuck" and "shit" were endless. In addition to swear words, English fans also gave Krew the middle finger, and there were many banners in the stands insulting Krew.

"What the fuck… what's going on?" Zhao Pengyu stood in the middle of the field, looking around the stands. Although he knew it wasn't directed at him, it still made his heart beat faster and he couldn't stand it.

Looking at the others, they weren't much better. It was impossible to maintain their usual state playing in such an environment!

He couldn't help but secretly look at Krew, but he was surprised to find that Krew had nothing unusual at all, his expression as usual, and his movements showed no stiffness or unnaturalness. Moreover, not only him, but Zhang Jun and Xiang Tao, who were also Fiorentina teammates, showed no discomfort at all. On the contrary, Xiang Tao was talking and laughing with Krew!

"Hey, how is it? Does it feel like returning to an old place?" Xiang Tao said to Krew with a grin.

Krew didn't answer, and Xiang Tao didn't expect him to answer. Because he knew very well what Krew would do.

Yang Pan clapped his hands hard. "Alright, everyone, don't talk about that anymore. Focus on preparing for the game!"

It seemed that the only normal ones were the players who played for top European clubs.

Hu Li, on the coaching bench off the field, also saw this and said to Qiu Suhui beside him, "Is it okay for the players to be in this state?"

Qiu Suhui's expression was solemn. "At this point, we have to go on even if it's not okay… Some people have to experience this sooner or later. Let's put our hopes on those players who are performing normally for now."

It was normal for players' states to fluctuate, especially in such an important game as the World Cup. Qiu Suhui knew this, so he didn't blame the players for not performing well enough.

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In this game, the Chinese team kicked off. Having learned from the Swedish team in the last game, the English team paid special attention to marking Yang Pan when kicking off, so that he could not easily break through and cross. And the Chinese team was not the kind of team that didn't know what was good for them. One successful surprise attack was enough, and there was no need to keep using it every time.

Not only would it not work, but it would also make people think that the Chinese team's tactics were monotonous, and that Qiu Suhui was incompetent.

So the opening of both sides was conventional, with no highlights but no mistakes.

However, every time Krew touched the ball, deafening boos and curses would erupt from the stands. Because this stadium was newly built for the World Cup, it was a professional football stadium without an athletic track, built in the style of the Premier League stadium, so the stands were very close to the field, with only an advertising board between them. So the sound from the fans was particularly clear, and the psychological pressure was particularly prominent.

When Krew made a mistake and dribbled the football out of bounds, the English fan closest to him waved his arms and cursed Krew loudly. There were many nasty words, but what about Krew's performance?

He was expressionless, instead slightly raising his head and turning away, leaving those fans with an aloof back view.

In fact, the purpose of cursing is not to vent one's own emotions, but to see the other party's angry expression after hearing oneself curse him. The sense of accomplishment of successfully angering the other party is the main reason why many people like to argue with others. But these English fans were very depressed, because they found that their scolding had no effect at all, as if they had kicked with all their strength, but painfully saw themselves kicking an iron plate.

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Li Yan praised Krew's performance, what is meant by not changing face when Mount Tai collapses in front of you? Look at Krew.

This kind of psychological quality, the number one in the Chinese team!

He had not participated in the hype about Krew's feud with England from beginning to end. Now his status and position no longer needed to rely on hyping up these gossip news to earn popularity. He had always hated reporters repeatedly bringing up Krew's background, and he really didn't know if those reporters would continue to mention such things in future reports after seeing this scene today. Any one of them would have been unable to bear it and gone crazy in today's scene. And Krew had played football at Chelsea for two years under such circumstances, and this season he had taken down his former club in front of tens of thousands of English people at Chelsea's home.

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"Why don't you fucking die?!"

"Traitor! Judas!"

"May your whole family die! Krew. Li!"

"Shit! You are a pile of smelly shit!"

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Wherever he appeared, that side of the stands was filled with such voices, all of which were clearly transmitted to Krew's ears. Krew was cold on the outside, but inside he was constantly accumulating his anger. He was looking for and waiting for the right opportunity to shut all these annoying flies up.

Li Yongle intercepted the ball in midfield, then looked up to observe the situation on the field, and then passed the football directly to Krew on the wing. When Krew received the football, the boos sounded again, and some people couldn't stand it and covered their ears.

Krew dribbled the ball as if nothing had happened. Because he was dribbling the ball on the right, Yang Pan went to the middle. At this time, Ashley Cole was defending him. Ashley Cole, who was known for his speed, was naturally the best candidate to defend Krew, because Krew's dribbling speed was quite slow. No matter how you shake him off, he could rely on his speed to catch up again, which was very headache-inducing.

Seeing Ashley Cole face off against Krew, the English fans began to sing loudly in excitement.

Ashley Cole did not dare to underestimate this person. He kept his center of gravity very low, his eyes fixed on the football under Krew's feet, for fear that the ball would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Krew's right foot circled the football, without touching the ball, Ashley Cole still did not move. He knew that Krew would definitely have feints at the beginning. As a person with excellent skills and superb dribbling skills, it was absolutely impossible to rely on speed or body to force a breakthrough from the start.

Circle again with the left foot, very fast, very light, completely unlike what a person of one meter eighty-six could do. Step-over!

Ashley Cole had been shaken down by this step-over before, causing England to lose a goal, that was in the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup eight years ago. But at that time, Ronaldinho not only had skills, but also speed. He was passed by Ronaldinho's acceleration breakthrough after the step-over. Now Krew didn't have any speed, he wasn't afraid at all. So what if you can shake it again?

Krew certainly knew how Ashley Cole would defend him. He had played against Arsenal a lot when he was at Chelsea. He also knew that he couldn't waste time with Ashley Cole in this place. The team let him play as the tactical core, not to slow down the overall speed. He had to solve the opponent as soon as possible.

Draw another circle, and suddenly pull the football back, Ashley Cole thought he was going to change direction and turn around to break through, so he didn't follow up, but waited to see his next move. Anyway, his speed was faster than him, even if he moved first, he could catch up. Speed was an advantage!

Seeing that the other party did not force up, but gave himself room to play, Krew seemingly casually pulled the football to his left with his right foot, while the toe of his left foot was slightly raised, and the pulled football happened to hit the toe, and then jumped up vertically, followed by Krew's right foot picking up the football again, picking it over Ashley Cole's head!

Originally, Ashley Cole pressed his center of gravity particularly low in order to prevent Krew's ground breakthrough. He didn't expect Krew to break through from the air. When he suddenly wanted to straighten up and then turn around to defend Krew, he found that his knees were weak, and his body did not turn around quickly as he wished to block the position, but directly fell to the ground!

Fast speed? Fast to chase back? Shake you down on the ground, see how fast you are!

Krew elegantly picked it over Ashley Cole, and then broke into the penalty area. At this time, the Chinese fans, who had been suppressed by the English fans for nearly ten minutes, were finally able to vent their anger. They screamed wantonly, and humiliated the English fans as much as they wanted.

Krew, who got rid of Ashley Cole, entered the penalty area, and Terry rushed to make up for it. At this time, the football fell from the air, Krew did not give Terry a chance to stop him, and directly kicked the ball when the angle was not very big!

The current English goalkeeper Paul Robinson reacted obviously half a beat slower, and when he rushed to the near corner, the football had already flew into the goal.

The English fans let out a cry of surprise, if this ball went in, it would definitely be a huge blow to ambitious England.

Some impatient Chinese players had already opened their arms, ready to cheer for this beautiful goal. But the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and the football slammed hard on the side net, and did not fly into the goal!

A huge sigh followed.

Krew, who watched the football not go in, also changed his previous cold expression, and kicked the advertising board next to him.

"Wow! Krew's performance at the beginning gave the English team a warning: don't mess with us! Or we will make you look good! Haha, he did a great job, poor Ashley Cole was completely cheated, look at his appearance lying on the ground, it's really embarrassed!"

Ashley Cole grabbed a handful of turf next to him and threw it out hard. Looking at Krew's receding back, he bit his lower lip tightly.

At the moment when Krew shot, Qiu Suhui also stood up from the sidelines, ready to cheer for the goal. Although the result disappointed him, he still applauded and cheered for Krew's wonderful performance just now.

"Look, Krew is in good shape, there is no problem in letting him be the core." He turned his head and said to Hu Li behind him.

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This was of course not a scene that English fans wanted to see, so after Krew's shot missed the goal, they briefly stopped the boos and curses, and soon re-launched their sound wave attack on Krew.

Under this kind of booing, some players of the Chinese team began to perform abnormally, such as Zhao Pengyu. When he was dribbling the ball on the wing, he tried to pass people, but it was obvious that his feet softened, and he directly kicked the ball to the opponent's players.

The English fans were experienced. After seeing this situation, they knew that the Chinese team's players were not mentally strong, so they changed from only booing Krew to booing as long as the Chinese team's players got the ball.

This kind of psychological warfare was really effective, and many Chinese players showed obvious maladjustment.

"The performance of the Chinese team is a bit abnormal, their active mistakes are increasing again."

Yang Pan also saw it, he yelled loudly at his teammates, reminding them again and again not to be disturbed by the sound from the stands.

Unfortunately, in the noisy stadium, the effect of this reminder was not very good.

Li Suisheng even made a rare passing error in the backcourt.

At that time, he received the ball passed back by Li Yongle, and he should have passed it to Xiang Tao in front of him, but under Rooney's pressure, he strangely passed it horizontally to Liu Peng, who was unprepared!

At that time, the English fans cheered in the stands, because Owen appeared between the two people like lightning, and at the same time stretched out his foot to block the football!

"Owen successfully intercepted the ball! One-on-one! A great opportunity for England!" The commentator got excited.

"I fuck his mother!" An Ke cursed angrily and abandoned the door to attack. He rushed towards Owen quickly. At the same time, Owen had just dribbled the ball into the penalty area!

Owen originally wanted to shake An Ke off and then shoot, but he did not expect An Ke to attack so quickly. When he dribbled into the penalty area and then looked up to observe the goalkeeper's position, he was surprised to find that the opponent was less than three meters away from him!

It was impossible to shake off the goalkeeper in this situation. Owen chose to shoot.

Kicking hastily was still very accurate. An Ke ran to the near corner, but Owen shot to the far corner. But the football was blocked by An Ke's foot dragging on the ground, and flew directly to the sideline on the other side.

"So dangerous! An Ke made a beautiful save! He saved the Chinese team! If England scored a goal only fifteen minutes after the start, then the subsequent games would be difficult to play. Everyone knows that England is best at counter-attacking defense."

Successfully saving this one-on-one did not make An Ke seem very happy, on the contrary, he was very angry. "Li Suisheng!! What are you doing? Who told you to pass the ball to the middle? The intention is so obvious, are you looking for death?!" He roared loudly at his teammates on the defense line.

Li Suisheng also knew how serious the mistake he had just made was, so even though An Ke scolded harshly, he could only accept it silently.

"Okay, don't take it to heart, go defend the throw-in." Li Yongle patted Li Suisheng on the shoulder, signaling him not to stand here in a daze. Then he said to An Ke again: "Yell less, go back to the goal to command the defense."

The English team's throw-in did not pose much of a threat to the Chinese team. Although they threw the football directly into the penalty area, this time Li Suisheng did not soften his feet. He beautifully blocked the position, and then used his height advantage to head the football out.

Owen was far inferior to him in heading the ball.

The football was headed out and landed at the feet of right midfielder Yang Pan. Just now Krew couldn't beat Ashley Cole in speed, so he didn't choose to use his speed to break through. But this time Yang Pan got the ball was different, he looked at Ashley Cole not far away.

Boy, just now it was Krew dribbling the ball, this time try my breakthrough!

He first made a feint to cut inside, and then suddenly threw the football out five meters, followed by himself accelerating to chase the ball. Cole was really deceived by Yang Pan's inward cut at first, but he quickly reacted and accelerated to overtake from the side, trying to block Yang Pan's breakthrough.

There was no dazzling technique in the duel between the two, it was just speed, speed, speed!

The two soon made the first physical contact. Ashley Cole planned to rely on his rushing energy to push Yang Pan crooked, but he did not expect Yang Pan to be stronger than he imagined. His impact had no effect at all, and Yang Pan's body did not even tilt.

Soon Yang Pan bumped back, Ashley Cole was not so easy to deal with, he swayed his body slightly, and immediately stabilized again. However, Yang Pan had already taken advantage of this bump to throw the football out ten meters again!

The next job was simple, he just needed to take out his fastest speed and race against Ashley Cole like a 100-meter race in the Olympics.

Don't say that this has no technical content, the simplest and most direct on the football field is often the most effective and terrible.

Yang Pan was confident that his speed would not lose to anyone in the world, and Ashley Cole, who was thirty years old, was even less of his opponent.

The two could still keep pace with each other at first. But after running three steps, Yang Pan gradually led Ashley Cole, from a quarter of a body to half a body, and then to one body, the distance between the two became larger and larger. Ashley Cole also saw this situation, he stretched out his hand to try to grab Yang Pan, even if he fouled, he could not let the opponent break through so easily.

When he thought his right hand could grab Yang Pan, Yang Pan suddenly accelerated again and窜out of his control range. Ashley Cole did not expect it, stumbled under his feet, and when he finally maintained his balance, did not let himself fall to the ground in embarrassment, and then straightened up to prepare to catch up with Yang Pan, his opponent had already run out five meters away!

The wind was whistling in his ears, and everything on both sides was transformed into colorful thin lines, retreating quickly. The English fans' booing became intermittent in his ears, and in the end he couldn't hear anything at all.

Yang Pan enjoyed this feeling very much. There was nothing more exciting for him than using his speed to smash the opponent's defense on the field.

He looked up at the penalty area. It was wonderful. Although he was running at high speed, everything in the penalty area was very clear in his eyes. He saw Wu Shanshan pulling laterally to help Zhang Jun attract defenders, and also saw that Zhang Jun was still near the penalty arc at this time.

Without the slightest hesitation, he kicked the ball into the middle!

Terry guarded the inside line, intending to head the football out in advance, but he did not expect that Zhang Jun, who was still on the outside line just now, suddenly sprinted, almost rushing in front of him in an instant, and then jumped high, a powerful header!

Terry was half a beat slower, did not jump up, and was firmly pressed under Zhang Jun, watching the football fly to the goal!

Robinson made a save, but did not touch the ball, and the football flew out of the bottom line again by the post!

"Too bad! Too bad!" The commentator kept shaking his head and sighing. "After the start, the Chinese team has gained two must-score opportunities, but their luck is a little bit worse."

The Chinese team had two threatening shots at the beginning, and England had one. It seemed that the Chinese team still had a slight advantage, which gave some comfort to the depressed Chinese fans.

If the game continued according to this situation, then the Chinese team would score sooner or later.

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But this was the quarter-finals of the World Cup, how could it be so easy and simple for the Chinese team to take the lead? The English team was definitely not a weak team either.

As Qiu Suhui thought before the game, England really played a counter-attacking defense. They had a midfield with excellent long passes, forwards with extremely fast speed, and a solid defense line. Why not play a counter-attacking defense?

Watching England take the initiative to take back their defense line, letting the Chinese team attack their half with confidence, Qiu Suhui had a cloud in his heart.

The Chinese team did not lack ways to break this kind of dense defense. After all, there was a skilled Krew and several players with excellent long-range shooting ability. But if they could not score early, the situation would be a bit bad.

Wang Yu tried to pass the football to Krew in front, but he was interfered by Lampard, and he did not kick the football with his first kick. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, stepped forward, and planned to pass the football out again.

This time, because Lampard continued to interfere, although he kicked the ball, he did not kick the right part. The football rolled softly to the side. At this time, Gerrard, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed up and snatched the football.

England's counterattack!

Gerrard did not dribble much, he passed the football to Owen who was waiting in front, and Liu Peng saw Owen get the ball and immediately forced up, trying not to let the opponent turn around.

But Owen did not intend to dribble the ball either, he passed the football back again, Lampard followed up and received the football, and also without stopping, immediately divided the football to Rooney's feet on the other side!

Rooney was the top scorer in the Premier League this season. He had outstanding speed, strong physique, exquisite shooting skills, and comprehensive skills. He was a popular striker in the current football world. Countless giants were vying to recruit him. He currently played for Manchester United, but there were rumors that after the World Cup, he might go to Serie A and join Inter Milan.

Rooney smoothly led the football forward, and adjusted his steps and direction. This was a beautiful move.

Li Suisheng was defending him head-on, while Xiang Tao was detouring from the side, wanting to join forces with Li Suisheng to contain Rooney's breakthrough.

As long as they stopped Rooney, it would be their chance to intercept the ball!

Rooney dribbled the ball and looked at the situation in front of him. He did not continue to dribble and break through as everyone imagined, but suddenly kicked the ball while running!

This ball was shot suddenly. Li Suisheng and Xiang Tao were still about five meters away from Rooney, and there was no way to stop this shot.

Not only Li Suisheng and Xiang Tao did not expect him to shoot suddenly, but also An Ke, who was behind, did not expect Rooney to shoot from a place 30 meters away from the goal.

What was even more fatal was that his pouncing action was a second late. It was this second that let Rooney's shot roll quickly into the goal behind him along the grass!

"goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!!!! England! Wayne. Rooney!"

Rooney was the top scorer in the Premier League this season. He had outstanding speed, strong physique, exquisite shooting skills, and comprehensive skills… Oh, I forgot to say one point, and also, he had a very strong long-range shooting ability…

After scoring the goal, Rooney did a somersault on the spot, and waved his arms very excitedly. Then he was quickly overwhelmed by his excited English teammates.

An Ke turned around and scooped the football out of the net, and kicked it hard to the center circle. He could not blame any of his teammates for this loss, because he himself had an unshirkable responsibility.

Besides shaking his head, he had no other expression. Rooney's shot was indeed tricky, and it had both speed and power. Even if he was the best goalkeeper in Europe this season, he could not stop any shot.

O'Neill excitedly raised his arms and hugged and high-fived his colleagues on the coaching bench. This ball was too crucial. For the English team, who were good at counter-attacking defense, leading by one goal was the prelude to their victory. This game would eventually be gradually brought into the rhythm they were familiar with. And the Chinese team could only do nothing about their dense defense outside the penalty area.

Qiu Suhui, like An Ke, kept shaking his head off the field. This loss was very helpless…

Only Wang Yu was immersed in self-blame. If it was not for his mistake in passing the ball in midfield, there would not have been everything that followed.

Yang Pan went up and pulled Wang Yu up: "Don't blame yourself here, England's strength is there, it is impossible not to let them score. Now it is not a big deal to be behind, we will score another goal to tie the score, and then continue to work hard to overtake the score!"

Yang Pan's words reignited Wang Yu's fighting spirit.

After comforting Wang Yu, Yang Pan raised his head and shouted loudly to the other teammates: "Cheer up! It's only twenty-five minutes in the first half, we still have time! Do your duty, do your best!"

After being scored a goal, even someone like Zhang Jun would be a little frustrated more or less. Only Krew did not have any expression changes. He stood outside the center circle, waiting for the kick-off. Yang Pan was right, there was still a lot of time, and he would have many opportunities.

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The Chinese team's loss made the Chinese fans' hearts suddenly hang up, the World Cup game was getting harder and harder, because the opponents were stronger and paid more attention to you.

And everyone knew what tactics England liked to use. This situation was just to the English people's liking.

They were not willing to let their team lose the game, nor were they willing to lose to the English fans. Someone began to sing loudly, singing the heroic "Loyally Serving the Country."

"Beacon fire rises, I look north to the rivers and mountains,

Dragon soars, horses neigh, swords gleam like frost!

My heart is like the Yellow River, vast and boundless,

Who can resist in twenty years of striving?!

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I am willing to defend the land and reclaim territory,

Let all sides come to congratulate the magnificent China!!"

More and more people joined in, and all the Chinese fans in the audience sang in unison. Especially when singing "Who can resist" and "Come to congratulate," everyone tacitly emphasized the tone, which sounded really impressive. The sound was like a monstrous wave, starting from the north stand and quickly sweeping over the entire stadium. At this moment, the momentum of the Chinese fans surpassed the English for the first time in the game.

The sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly in China on the other side of the TV, not to mention the players on the scene.

They played for different clubs, and maybe they were deadly enemies in the league cup, but at this moment, they were players playing for the same team, they wore the same color jerseys, and they all had a five-star red flag on their chests, they were members of the Chinese team.

Many people could not restrain the excitement in their hearts, and even Wang Yu, who had been frustrated just now, clenched his fists tightly, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

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The English people's celebration finally ended, and both sides stood on the field again, waiting for the game to start. But at this time, the situation was very different from just now when they were frustrated by the loss, the entire Chinese team felt that they were full of strength, no matter which world-class team they were facing, they were confident to cut them down.

Heroic spirit was constantly surging in their chests, and they had to use their hands and their feet to do it…

Who can resist in the world?!

Let all sides come to congratulate the magnificent China!!