When Mark Clattenburg blew the final whistle, the substitutes who had been waiting on the sidelines for a long time rushed onto the field with open arms, cheering and reveling in their joy in front of the Brazilians.

And not only them, but even the usually composed coaches were celebrating the victory like mad at this moment.

Only Blazevic was relatively calm. He walked towards the Brazilian coach Menezes and took the initiative to extend his hand to him, which was the etiquette after the game.

The two shook hands, but did not exchange anything. Menezes was in no mood to chat with Blazevic at this time. It was already very good of him to shake hands with Blazevic.

As the head coach with a mission, his team stopped in the semi-finals, and the huge pressure made him not want to say anything.

"Congratulations to the young men of the National Olympic team!" He Ping said excitedly. "This is a stroke of great significance in the history of Chinese football! Chinese men's football can finally stand on the top stage of international competitions! Led by Zhou Yi, this National Olympic team has completed a feat that their predecessors would not have dared to imagine! Although the Olympic men's football competition is not at the same level as the World Cup, it is, after all, a global event. As a Chinese football commentator, I am deeply proud!"

At the same time, on the Chinese internet, it was as lively and celebratory as if it were the New Year.

"Awesome! The National Olympic team is awesome!"

"This is the happiest news I've heard from this Olympic Games!"

"The National Olympic team defeated Brazil to enter the final. This final qualification is worth its weight in gold! You know, the Brazilian team is the biggest favorite to win the championship!"

"So what if you have a two-hundred-million-dollar forward line? They still went home obediently!"

"Damn, is Chinese football about to see the light of day?"

"Yesterday, there were reports that Gao Hongbo was also in London. I wonder if he watched this game? I think the outstanding players in the National Olympic team can join the national team after this Olympic Games, right? Now, I can finally seriously look forward to us making it to the Brazil World Cup!"

"This Olympic Games is enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life!"

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Although it was already past 4:00 AM Beijing time on August 8th, the messages on Weibo were still being refreshed constantly. In addition to Weibo, the National Football Zone of the famous football forum Dog Brother was also bustling with activity. New posts and replies were constantly emerging. People who had watched the game were not tired at all and were happily exchanging their feelings about watching the game on Weibo and forums.

Even when the Chinese team won the runner-up in the Asian Cup at the beginning of last year, they were not so excited and excited.

He Ping was right. Although the Olympic football game is not at the same level as the World Cup at all, it is, after all, an international competition, and the Olympic Games has a halo bonus. Being able to reach the Olympic finals is enough to make Chinese fans ecstatic.

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Some of the excited Chinese players wanted to exchange jerseys with the Brazilian players, but they were rejected. In surprise, Zhou Yi put his arm around the teammate and said to him, "Don't take it to heart. Now we are the victors. They should be begging us to exchange jerseys. Besides, I can't bear to exchange a jersey from such a memorable game!"

As the captain of the National Olympic team, Zhou Yi did not exchange jerseys with any Brazilian players. He pulled his teammates back to the celebration camp and let the Brazilians be heartbroken themselves. They were the victors and did not need to care about the feelings of the losers.

In the post-match mixed zone, Zhou Yi was interviewed by Chinese and foreign reporters. A British reporter asked him, "Is it a miracle that the Chinese team can reach the final?"

Zhou Yi spread his hands and said, "When we were still in China, we set the goal of this Olympic Games as a gold medal, so reaching the final is just a necessary process for us to achieve our goal. How can it be said to be a miracle? I understand that you reporters always want to make big news, but this is really not a miracle. This is a normal reflection of our strength."

Zhou Yi's words left the British reporter speechless. They didn't know how to continue asking... They had seen confident people, but they had never seen such confident people! The team you just defeated was the number one favorite to win the championship! Why does it sound like an ordinary little thing?

The Chinese reporters excitedly asked, "You once said to the Japanese team before that if Japan wants to win a gold medal, they must first pass your test. Does this mean that you are more confident in defeating Japan?"

But unexpectedly, Zhou Yi, who was still relaxed and taking things for granted just now, became serious and said, "It's not like that. We will not be afraid of the Japanese team, but we are also clear that this final will definitely not be easy. I think there are no weak teams that can make it to the final. Disrespecting the opponent is disrespecting yourself."

Zhou Yi's answer surprised the reporters. Everyone thought that meeting Japan would make Zhou Yi full of fighting spirit and utter bold words. The grievances between China and Japan, whether in football or non-football, could be talked about for three days and three nights. Many people would be full of enthusiasm when they met Japan.

But why is Zhou Yi's performance not in line with common sense? He said that defeating Brazil was a matter of course, but he was cautious when facing Japan. Why is that? Is the Japanese team really that strong? Everyone thinks that at least compared to the Brazilian team, the Japanese team is not as strong. Since the Chinese team can defeat Brazil 3:1 and think that this is normal, why are they cautious when they meet the Japanese team?

Coincidentally, at the post-match press conference, the head coach of the Chinese team, Blazevic, also expressed similar opinions to Zhou Yi. When talking about defeating Brazil and entering the final, he thought there was nothing to be surprised about: "I am the head coach of this team. I have been with this team for more than a year. I know their strength very well. I don't think defeating Brazil is an incredible thing. We have this strength."

When talking about the final and the gold medal, he seemed very conservative: "We will try our best to win."

He didn't say much, and what he said was very cautious. Trying to win is a correct but useless sentence. Although there is nothing wrong with it, it is meaningless.

The captain and the head coach were so low-key in their post-match interviews, which should have been a commendable thing, but some people were still dissatisfied because the opponent was the Japanese team! Is it necessary to be so cautious when facing Japan?

However, most people still stood on Zhou Yi and Blazevic's side, believing that respecting the opponent is also respecting yourself.

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On the bus from Old Trafford Stadium back to the hotel, Zhou Yi, as the captain of the team, stood at the front of the bus and said to the whole team: "I know that defeating Brazil must have made everyone feel confident and feel that the Olympic gold medal is within reach, but I hope everyone forgets this game. Any team that enters the final is completely different from the team before entering the final. If we lose the gold medal because of arrogance and complacency, I think you won't be able to accept it, right? So don't be too happy too early. Even if you are happy today, you have to hold it back. Let's celebrate after we win the gold medal!"

"Guys, there's only the last step left, don't die before the finish line!" Sun Pan also stood up and responded to Zhou Yi. "Kill the little Japanese and win the gold medal!"

"Kill the little Japanese! Win the gold medal!" A uniform shout resounded in the bus.

Fortunately, no one recorded the video on the spot, otherwise, if it was posted online, it might cause some "diplomatic disputes"...

After returning to his seat, Zhou Yi took out his mobile phone and began to bury his head in browsing Weibo.

Yang Muge next to him glanced curiously and found that Zhou Yi's fingers were flying on the virtual keyboard.

"What are you posting?" he asked.

"Cursing idiots," Zhou Yi said without raising his head.

"Damn, you're addicted to cursing!" Sun Pan leaned his head from behind. "No, I have to register a Weibo account too!"

"Panpan, you're still in the banned period," Zhou Yi said to Sun Pan while typing on his phone.

"Weibo is not allowed either?" Sun Pan's eyes widened.

"Don't you know that some reporters are too lazy now, so they spend all day squatting online browsing Weibo for news materials? If you say something casually, reporters will immediately write it into a news story and send it out. What's the difference between this and you accepting an interview with a reporter?" Zhou Yi explained. "So don't post anything during the Olympic Games, at least don't post anything before our final is over. After the final is over, you can post whatever you want, I don't care."

"Damn, then why can you browse Weibo?" Sun Pan was very unconvinced.

Zhou Yi stopped and spread his hands: "Because I haven't been banned."

His expression and tone were very annoying, but Sun Pan didn't dare to really beat him, so he could only grit his teeth and curse, "Damn it!"

"Who are you cursing?" He Ying, who was sitting in front, heard their conversation and turned around to ask Zhou Yi.

"A certain financial official microblog that is not doing its job properly," Zhou Yi said, and then he pressed the send button. "Okay."

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After the game, fans and netizens brushed online for almost an hour. It was past 5:00 AM. At this time in August, the sky was already getting bright. Many people couldn't hold on anymore, pulled themselves out of their excited emotions, and prepared to go to sleep, or had already gone to sleep.

There were fewer and fewer new messages on Weibo.

But at this moment, a Weibo suddenly appeared and attracted the attention of those night owls who had not yet slept.

"Zhou Yi is not a fortune teller" posted a Weibo!

"Don't say it's a small ditch, even an insignificant drop of water can have the ideal of becoming a river, which is one of the most valuable qualities of mankind. Of course, I think the pathetic brain capacity of the salted fish editor of Finance.com probably can't understand this, it will only laugh at ordinary people who work hard for their ideals, and even proudly hang people up for display. I don't know what's so proud about this, we normal people really don't understand the brains of salted fish."

Below these words, Zhou Yi attached a screenshot, which was the Weibo of Finance.com hanging up netizens and mocking them for saying "Small ditches also have the ideal of becoming rivers, it's simply touching China."