Chapter 2 Training

The next day's training saw Hu Li watching a team that was different from before. Everyone was working hard and full of fighting spirit. Hu Li couldn't help but admire the greatness of a movie; it could really inspire many people.

This also proved one thing: this team really had a future.

China's pre-match training camp was finally able to start normally, but at this time, they were only three days away from officially entering Germany.

Even if the internal unity problem was successfully resolved, the time left for this team to train was too short. The media was still not optimistic about China's prospects in the World Cup. They believed that China's goal was to score a goal and tie one game; don't expect to qualify from the group.

Qiu Suhui didn't care what the media said. He even often used the media's contempt to motivate his players, letting them know that they were looked down upon. If they wanted to prove themselves and change other people's opinions, they had to take practical action in the World Cup.

People will always have a mentality of not admitting defeat, especially when they are underestimated. The Chinese team players now just wanted to prove themselves. As for any team conflicts, they had long been thrown aside.

Under the guidance of this mentality, the team's training efficiency was greatly improved. Three days passed in a flash. On June 4th, the Chinese team arrived in Munich by plane to make final preparations for the opening match four days later, officially starting their World Cup journey.

After solving the problem, Qiu Suhui once again announced a ban on the media. He didn't show any consideration for the media's "outstanding sharing" in this incident, kicking them away after using them.

This also made Sophie feel helpless. Many times, she could only take some worthless photos. Zhang Jun called her to explain that now was a critical moment, "We all have only one word in our minds: Brazil, Brazil."

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On the Brazilian side, the defending champions had a relaxed attitude in preparing for the game. They had been fighting in international football for many years. What kind of storms hadn't they seen? A small Chinese team couldn't make them feel threatened.

When Ronaldo was interviewed, he politely said that he knew that China now had many players playing in Europe, even in top teams, but he also emphasized that Brazil's goal was the championship, and they were confident of defeating any opponent.

Even Pereira only said politely that the Chinese team should not be underestimated. In fact, it could be seen from the training that he still underestimated China, because he had been training offense, not defense.

It seemed that only Kaka maintained sufficient attention to the Chinese team, because he was the only one who knew the strength of several people in the Chinese team. In an interview, he said that although the Chinese team had been affected by the fighting incident before, they still couldn't be underestimated. Their attack was good. When a reporter asked about his relationship with several main players in the Chinese team, he smiled: "We are friends, very good friends. But we will all do our best, because that's football. If we win, I will treat them to dinner, haha!"

Kaka certainly didn't think that the Chinese team was strong enough to defeat Brazil, so he was ready to treat them. But they could still cause trouble for the Brazilian team in the special opening match.

What about the Chinese team?

Zhang Jun didn't accept any interviews. Yang Pan stood up and said: "That's right, we have this agreement. But I'm more looking forward to us treating him to dinner. Football is round, anything can happen. We want to learn from Senegal in the Japan-Korea World Cup and pull the defending champion down in the opening match."

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After entering Munich, every day was still just training, just like in the Netherlands. It's just that some people would circle dates on the calendar: xx days until the opening match. This was the same as the countdown on CCTV5, which made people feel a sense of urgency and anticipation for the upcoming battle.

Many fans started planning how to watch the game when they saw the previews. June 9th was a Friday, and the game would kick off at 5:30 p.m. local time. Beijing time was exactly 0:30 a.m. on June 10th, which was already Saturday, so fans didn't have to worry about going to work early after staying up late to watch the game.

This was destined to be the opening match with the most television viewers in history.

Although they had criticized Chinese football a lot in the past, everyone still wanted to watch when there was a Chinese team game.

What's more, this was a game between the Chinese team and Brazil?

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The red circles on the calendar gradually increased, and the countdown numbers on television became fewer and fewer. Time passed quickly, but some people felt it was too slow.

Until one afternoon, Qiu Suhui said to all the players participating in the training: "Go to the conference room tonight, we're going to watch a movie."

This day was the day before the opening match.

Many people knew what movie Coach Qiu wanted them to watch, because that movie was indeed very suitable to watch before a big competition.

So, after dinner, everyone gathered together again to relive *Any Given Sunday*. Although it was the second time watching it, no one felt bored. In fact, many people had been looking forward to watching it again.

It was still that speech. This time, many people felt deeply. For those players around thirty years old, this World Cup was likely to be the last World Cup of their careers. There would be many opportunities to make money, but they only had one chance in their lives to participate in the World Cup and play in the opening match against Brazil. Would they let this opportunity slip away easily? No, absolutely not!

After the movie was over, Qiu Suhui didn't say anything. He just told everyone: "Rest early, get a good night's sleep, and prepare for the game tomorrow afternoon."

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Zhang Jun was lying in bed, looking forward to the opening match tomorrow. He found that the more he looked forward to it, the more nervous he became. This was the first time he had participated in the World Cup, the World Cup that he could only watch on TV before. Even though he had been abroad for many years, he couldn't help but be nervous. Because this was the World Cup, the dream stage for every professional player.

"Yang Pan, are you asleep?"

"No." In the darkness, Yang Pan's voice came clearly.

"Are you nervous too?"

"A little bit, maybe."

Yang Pan finally felt nervous too. This was indeed the World Cup. Zhang Jun felt a little more balanced. Zhang Jun turned over, facing Yang Pan: "What do you think I should say to Kaka when I see him? It feels weird, it's the first time I'm competing against Kaka on the field."

"What else can you do? Shake hands, and then pat him on the head and say: 'Kid, you've gained weight again'." This wasn't the first time Yang Pan had competed against Kaka, he didn't feel anything special.

Zhang Jun laughed: "Although I don't know what to do, I'm still looking forward to the game starting soon."

Yang Pan also turned over: "Kaka must be looking forward to it too. Go to sleep, you need to have a good spirit tomorrow."

Zhang Jun didn't speak, but he didn't close his eyes. He was staring at the ceiling in a daze. The atmosphere of the World Cup was getting stronger and stronger. The hotel they were staying in was covered with German World Cup promotional flags. As long as he turned his head slightly outside, he could see something related to the World Cup.

Yesterday, when he went to the Allianz Arena to adapt to the field, he saw that almost all the scenery along the way was related to the World Cup. Because they had to make up for the training debt owed during the early training camp, the Chinese team was training every day even after arriving in Germany, and they didn't have much opportunity to go out. Zhang Jun had very little contact with the outside world. Sophie occasionally called him to tell him about the fresh things outside, but that was just listening after all. These things didn't have much feeling without seeing them with your own eyes. Only in the past two days, on the way back from the Allianz Arena, did he really feel: The World Cup is here.

Tomorrow, what will the game be like tomorrow?

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Sophie was calling home. She had to call home every day, even if she only said a few words, it was better than not calling, otherwise her parents would worry.

Tomorrow was the World Cup. As a photojournalist, Sophie would appear behind the goal to capture every wonderful moment.

"Yes, I will pay attention, Mom. Are you going to watch the game tomorrow? Hehe, maybe you can see me. Let's cheer for Zhang Jun together, it's his first time. Okay, I won't talk anymore, it's too late. Dad, Mom, good night."

Sophie sighed softly after hanging up the phone, and then lay down on the bed. Tomorrow was Zhang Jun's first time, but it was also her first time. She was also nervous.

She had checked the camera countless times, and she was sure there shouldn't be any problems.

What else wasn't ready? Sophie always felt something was wrong.

What was it? What was forgotten?

Sophie turned over, changing from lying down to lying on her stomach. She suddenly remembered that she needed to pray for Zhang Jun. So she sat up and held her hands together in front of her mouth.

I wish Zhang Jun a great performance, I wish he wouldn't get injured again, I wish he could score a goal. Finally, good luck to the Chinese team.

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June 9, 2006, Friday, sunny to cloudy, easterly wind level 2 to 3, temperature 34 degrees Celsius, humidity 10%.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The huge white circular roof building behind me is the Munich Allianz Arena, where the opening match of this World Cup will be held. It will host three group matches and one semi-final. It is one of the most modern stadiums in the world." Qi Wei from CCTV5 was holding a microphone and standing on the square opposite the Allianz Arena. He looked at his watch, "It's 3:40 p.m. local time. In another hour and twenty minutes, the 2006 German World Cup will kick off! As you can see, many, many fans have gathered in front of the stadium. We see Brazilian fans wearing Brazilian flags, and we also see a large number of Chinese fans! They have traveled thousands of miles to Germany to cheer for the Chinese team! This will be an exciting moment! The Chinese team will play the opening match of the World Cup against the Brazilian team in this modern stadium!"

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Everyone was sitting in the hotel lobby, with their backpacks at their feet. The hotel staff was busy transporting these backpacks with names written on them to the door and loading them into the bottom of the bus. The players were waiting for their coach.

In his room, Qiu Suhui asked Hu Li: "Lao Hu, do you think I should dress formally or casually?"

"Just wear what you usually wear today." Hu Li was sitting on the bed, wearing black and red-edged sports trousers and a red and white-edged short-sleeved t-shirt.

Qiu Suhui looked at the suit spread on the bed, then looked at Hu Li, and then said: "Forget it, I'll wear a t-shirt, it must be very hot to wear a suit today."

After changing his clothes in the bathroom, Qiu Suhui came out and said to Hu Li: "Grab your bag, let's go, I hope the boys downstairs aren't getting impatient."

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Xiang Tao was constantly muttering to himself: "World Cup, World Cup, World Cup..."

Yang Pan was listening to mp3, leaning on the sofa and closing his eyes to rest. An Ke was busy calling home, Li Yongle was silent, and Ke Lu simply fell asleep on the sofa. Didn't he take a nap?

Some people were wandering around, refusing to stop, because their legs would keep shaking once they stopped. The rest were chatting in small groups, naturally talking about the World Cup, the opening match, and the Brazilian team.

Zhang Jun was fine, studying the red lucky bracelet on his wrist, which Sophie had specially woven for him before the World Cup, hoping to bring him good luck.

He leaned on the sofa, looked up through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and squinted at the blue sky outside.

Well, the weather is good today, it's a good day to play football.

Qiu Suhui's applause reminded everyone that it was time to leave. The players stood up one after another almost at the door, and Ke Lu even stretched.

"Okay, get on the bus, let's go!" Qiu Suhui waved his hand, and then got on the bus first. The players followed him in single file. In another hour, they will witness the opening of the World Cup at the Allianz Arena, which for many of them is the first time in their lives.

Zhang Jun looked up again at the blue sky above his head. The sun was not too dazzling, and he could feel a breeze blowing. It must be very cool at night.

This will be a game that he will always remember, whether we win or lose. An Ke had asked him what kind of celebration he would use if he scored a goal in the World Cup. Zhang Jun didn't answer him at the time, because he hadn't thought about it yet. He still hasn't thought about it now, because he hasn't been thinking about this question. What he's thinking about is not scoring goals, what he's thinking about now is just playing football.

Zhang Jun was still walking at the back of the team. He took a deep breath, raised his foot and stepped up. The car door slowly closed behind him. In front of him were twenty-two teammates and coaches.

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Niu Jianhua also came to Germany. For this trip to Germany, he started saving money a year ago, quit smoking and drinking, and saved his weekends and holidays to spend together this month. In addition to his job, he also worked part-time to earn money. His wife felt sorry for him, but he said that cheering for China was the right thing to do.

After ordering all three group match tickets for the Chinese team online, he could only save money on food and accommodation after arriving in Germany.

Today, to cheer for the Chinese team, he dressed himself up as the Monkey King from Peking Opera in a unique way. The colorful costumes and the pretentious tablecloth, and the paper paste golden cudgel in his hand were waving up and down, making him the focus of everyone's attention. Many reporters took out their cameras and took pictures of him, and some foreign fans came up to ask for a group photo, including Brazilian fans, and he satisfied them all.

Some people will give tips after taking a group photo, and he will not refuse. This is also a way to solve his living expenses.

A Brazilian fan dressed like a peacock came up and hoped that the two would take a group photo with gestures. Maybe he thought Niu Jianhua's dress was very similar to him. Niu Jianhua naturally would not refuse, so the two hugged each other and let the reporters take pictures and videos.

Then a two-person interview team carrying a video camera came to Niu Jianhua and said in English that they wanted to interview him. Niu Jianhua's English was okay, and he nodded in agreement.

He noticed that these were Brazilian reporters, because their t-shirts had "Brazil" on them.

"The game between the Chinese team and the Brazilian team is about to begin. You are a Chinese fan. What do you think of this game? Or what do you hope the result of the game will be?" the Brazilian reporter asked.

Niu Jianhua would not call out "China will win" indiscriminately like the Chinese fans who were watching behind him. "Brazil is the defending champion, and we are only entering the World Cup for the second time. The possibility of defeating Brazil is too small, but I have practiced martial arts and won the championship, so at least I have to be able to cause you a little trouble." He smiled confidently.

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"This is really a feast..." Li Yan murmured, looking at the increasingly lively stands. In the middle of the field, there were still many staff making final preparations for the opening ceremony. He also saw from a distance that Sophie had arrived in the shooting area and was setting up the machine. She had only taken pictures of domestic leagues before. This was the first time she had participated in a World Cup-level competition. I hope she doesn't make any mistakes.

Sophie was indeed very excited. Her hands were shaking, and it took two tries to install a lens. After setting up the machine, she sat on the ground and looked up at the magnificent Allianz Arena.

The originally empty stands were slowly being filled. Germany's security was good. They didn't let so many people pour in all at once, but let them in little by little. As expected of the Germans, they were thoughtful, serious and responsible in doing things.

In fact, Sophie was not interested in the opening ceremony performance that would be held here later. She only cared about the game. She would also leave more of her film for the game. There was not much meaning in the opening ceremony, which was just a formality. Moreover, this year's theme song "The Time of Our Lives", which was said to have exhausted the efforts of countless musicians, sounded to Sophie inferior to the two theme songs "La Copa de la Vida" and "The Cup of Life" from the French World Cup, and even inferior to the theme song "Un'estate italiana" from the Italian World Cup. It was even inferior to the theme song "Força" from the Portuguese European Cup.

In China, there were not a few fans who had the same mentality as Sophie. They were so looking forward to this game that they felt even a five-second commercial was too long, not to mention a twenty-minute opening ceremony.

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"Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! As you can see, the Chinese team's bus is here! They arrived at the stadium earlier than the Brazilian team!" Qi Wei's voice sounded very excited. In the camera, three police motorcycles led the way, followed by the red and white bus with the word "China" sprayed on it. Through the light blue car windows, you can clearly see the expressions of the Chinese team players.

The Chinese fans surrounding both sides of the road cheered. Although the Chinese team had been affected by the fighting scandal, the fans still unconditionally supported them at this critical moment.

"We saw Yang Pan, and An Ke and Ke Lu! Zhang Jun is waving to the outside, he is saying hello to the fans! More and more players are standing up and waving to the fans!" Qi Wei had to increase the volume in the noisy crowd, "It can be seen that Qiu Suhui's work is very effective, he did bring them together!"

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"Look! Sun Wukong!" Zhang Jun suddenly pointed to a strikingly dressed fan outside and shouted, immediately attracting the attention of other players. That person was Niu Jianhua. Seeing that the Chinese team players were looking here, he waved a "golden cudgel" up and down even more, shining with golden light.

This move made many players in the car laugh. This fan was really funny.

Qiu Suhui didn't laugh. He felt that the fan dressed like this would never just be to attract attention.

The players didn't think so much - in fact, they didn't need to think so much - their eyes looked around, marveling at everything they saw. There were not so many people when they came to Allianz the day before.

This is the World Cup, this is the opening match! The eyes of all the fans in the world will be focused here.

The bus slowly drove into the interior of the Allianz Arena under the escort of the police car and stopped in front of a passage leading directly to the dressing room. The players got out of the car one by one, took out their backpacks from the bottom of the car, and walked towards the dressing room.

The shooting could only end here. Qi Wei handed over the remaining time to the studio, and the cameraman took the opportunity to put down the heavy machine and rest.

"The rest is up to them." Qi Wei said in the direction of the dressing room, "Go to the stadium, they will come out to warm up soon." He waved to the hardworking cameraman, and then ran to the stadium like he was rushing to a fair.

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"Okay! Everyone hurry up, change your clothes and shoes and go to warm up, we only have fifteen minutes!" Hu Li kept reminding the players like a nanny, he was also very nervous.

Zhang Jun, who had changed his clothes, sat on the bench in a daze. Yang Pan went over and patted him: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Jun raised his head and smiled: "It's nothing, let's go."

"Have you called your mother?" Yang Pan asked Zhang Jun while running towards the stadium.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm afraid of being distracted." Zhang Jun shook his head, "I want to only think about football, I will call her after the game."

"Oh." Yang Pan responded, and the exit was in front of him.

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"They're out! Although it's just a warm-up, they still received applause from the audience. The Brazilian team hasn't arrived yet, only the Chinese team is on the field now. We saw the players running out one after another, as if they were in a hurry."

"Wow! It's spectacular!" Zhang Jun exclaimed, looking at the stands that were already full.

"Hey, don't let your eyes be dazzled by the flashes when the game starts later, go warm up!" Yang Pan patted Zhang Jun, ran onto the field himself, Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment, and followed.

Sophie's spirits lifted, because she saw Zhang Jun. But Zhang Jun didn't see her, because the goal she was at was not the area where the Chinese team was warming up. In order to see clearly, she could only use the camera lens to shorten the distance between them.

In the lens, Zhang Jun gently tossed the football up, and when the ball fell, he used his foot to lift the ball up again, and then passed it to Yang Pan.

Sophie pressed the shutter and took this photo. In fact, she didn't know why she wanted to take this ordinary warm-up photo, at that moment, her fingers were out of control.

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Zhang Jun also saw the fans from Volendam in the stands. They were here to support him. They were holding up their "Dragon Soaring" image. Even if they didn't shout anything, Zhang Jun knew what they meant.

He waved to that stand.

Everyone was here, although he didn't deliberately look for them, he also knew that Sophie must be on the sidelines, in a certain shooting seat.

When the Chinese team started warming up, the audience saw several Brazilian players walking out of the exit, and then more Brazilian players came out, which caused the most enthusiastic applause and cheers from the audience, which was much more enthusiastic than when the Chinese team came out just now. Many Chinese fans were applauding for the Chinese team's opponents, after all, they were a star team.

Zhang Jun saw Kaka, who was waving to him. But he didn't come up, but turned around and plunged into the warm-up training.

Finally, he was going to compete with Kaka, and Zhang Jun found that his current feeling was not "weird", but excited. He was a little eagerly looking forward to the game starting.

He and Kaka had played football together in high school for two years, and had never been opponents since high school. He was very curious to know what it would be like to compete with Kaka.

Before, Kaka always passed the ball to him for shooting, but this time it was different. Hehe, Zhang Jun smiled.

"What are you giggling about?" Yang Pan passed the ball to him.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, hehe!" Zhang Jun shook his head and smiled, he didn't want Yang Pan to laugh at him for being naive.

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The fifteen-minute warm-up was very short. The Chinese team returned to the dressing room one step ahead of Brazil. They would have a long time to prepare, because the opening ceremony would be held outside. Those fancy literary performances had nothing to do with them. The only thing Qiu Suhui was worried about was whether so many people stepping on it would ruin the turf.

Other than that, he didn't care what theme song was sung, what content or meaning was performed.

After everyone sat down, Qiu Suhui pointed to the tactical board and said: "We should all be very clear about what formation we are playing, right? We have been practicing this formation for more than a week, of course, it seems to give up the wing. Everyone knows it in their hearts, so I won't say much. Here is the starting lineup: goalkeeper An Ke, left back Xiang Tao, center backs Li Suisheng and Zheng Jun, right back Wang Hui, defensive midfielders Li Yongle and Li Yi, left attacking midfielder Ke Lu, right attacking midfielder Yang Pan, forwards Zhang Jun and Wu Shangshan."

A burst of cheers rang out outside. Qiu Suhui knew that the opening ceremony had begun. He looked at his watch. There was still nearly half an hour left, twenty minutes for the opening ceremony, and it was estimated that ten minutes would be left for the sponsors' commercials.

"Everyone knows that Brazil's attack is the best in the world, but their defense is not good. Their two full-backs Carlos and Cafu are old and like to assist. Center back Lucio is also a player who likes to assist. The other center back Juan has huge flaws. These are all places we can use, so we choose to counterattack defensively. Zhang Jun and Wu Shangshan, you are both very fast, the speed of our forwards will make the Brazilian team very afraid, and this is also our weapon. The ball must pass through the midfield quickly, which requires fast passing. When encountering positional warfare or when the counterattack is blocked, the ball must be passed to Ke Lu, and you will reorganize the attack. You have good scoring ability, and you and Yang Pan are on the left and right, and you can take long shots when necessary."

"Li Yongle, you are still responsible for the overall situation. You have done this a lot, so I won't ask for much. Li Yi, you should pay attention to covering Li Yongle. If the situation cannot be opened, Li Yongle will have to go up, but most of the time it is estimated that we will face Brazil's mad attack, so put more effort into defense. Xiang Tao and Wang Hui, I know you are also people who like to assist, but your defensive tasks in this game are very heavy, so I require that the number of times you cross the midfield to participate in the attack during a normal game must not exceed three times. Carlos and Cafu are not easy to deal with, they are very experienced, be careful not to be fooled by them."

"In terms of forwards, Zhang Jun and Wu Shangshan, you have to keep switching positions and cover each other to create opportunities, just like we do in training." Qiu Suhui made a gesture of crossing his hands.

"Now let's talk about defense. Brazil's offensive mode is still mainly based on '3r'. Their frontcourt offensive methods and offensive points are very changeable. Ronaldo is fixed in the center position, while the positions of Xiao Luo and Kaka are very difficult to define. In the game, they can be an organizing attacking midfielder, or a number nine and a half, or simply a forward. If the three of them frequently switch positions, the defenders of any team will be very headache. We are the same, so I will not ask you to specifically mark who, that will only disrupt our own defense. We adopt regional defense..."

Defending against Brazil's offensive combination is a world-class problem for any coach. Qiu Suhui also has a headache. In fact, he can't come up with an effective solution right now. He can only try to arrange people in the backcourt and restrict the Brazilian team's activities by compressing the space. But for the Brazilian team, which can even pass several people with one center back, this is really a bit difficult.

What are Qiu Suhui's trumps now? The Brazilian team is a slow-starting team. He only hopes that the special atmosphere of the opening match can prevent the defending champion from letting go, and then the Chinese team will use a defensive counterattack to succeed. Zhang Jun is in very good condition now, and Qiu Suhui naturally puts all his bets on him.

Who would have thought in the opening match of the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup that Senegal, which entered the World Cup finals for the first time, could defeat the defending champion France? Football is round, anything can happen.

This is what Qiu Suhui is betting on.

Looking at his watch again, the opening ceremony performance should be coming to an end. There is nothing to talk about about tactics. They are all things that have been repeatedly practiced during training. If there are any problems, they can only be discovered and adjusted during the game. He waved his hand, letting the players think about how to play the game, and he secretly calmed down his heart that was beating too fast.

The players are nervous, but isn't he nervous too? As a young coach, this is the first time he has led a team to play in a large-scale event like the World Cup. What needs to be considered is not just the things on the court and the training ground. The previous training made him exhausted, but fortunately it had a good effect, otherwise he really didn't know how to arrange things at this time today.

The dressing room was suddenly silent, and the noise outside could still be faintly heard. It sounded very lively, but these had nothing to do with the Chinese team. Now they were only thinking about: the opening match, the Brazilian team.

Qiu Suhui came back to his senses. He looked at these players and decided to say a few more words to make them clearer in their hearts.

He clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention: "It's really unimaginable that the people sitting together now were still fighting on the training ground more than a week ago."

Everyone was stunned, not knowing why Coach Qiu wanted to say this. After that incident, many people didn't want to mention it again.

"You must all be wondering why I want to bring up the past. I'm only saying this to hope you know how difficult it is for us to get to this point as a team. Maybe there are still many differences between you, but from today on, in every game, you must unite until we are eliminated and go home. There are many media outside, both Chinese and foreign, waiting to see our jokes. They assert that our goal is only one goal and then one point. I know you are all very unhappy, so now is an opportunity, we can use our own practical actions to prove that they are all wrong! None of you want to be looked down upon, do you?"

He asked loudly, and the players also answered him loudly: "Yes!"

"None of you want to be called 'cowards', do you?"

"No!"

"Very good! We have to redeem what we owe ourselves. Brazil is very strong, very strong! So we must unite, have team spirit, and believe in your teammates, just like they believe in you."

Qiu Suhui looked at his watch again, it was almost time.

"Okay. Everything that needs to be said has been said, and everything that needs to be prepared has been prepared. The rest is the game, go out and wait to enter."

The players stood up.

The door of the dressing room was pushed open.

The noise of the stadium jumped out of the passage one after another, rushing to the battlefield. What awaited them there was not just a game, but also the eyes of more than a billion people.

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