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"Wow!! This wall is full of displays!"

The children wearing red Chinese team jerseys all made such exclamation when they saw the stadium's outer wall.

They were standing in the square outside the stadium at this time, lined up in two teams, waiting to take pictures.

But instead of looking at the camera alone, they were looking at the stadium behind them.

The big screen of the whole wall is playing the promotional videos of the participants of the next game.

The red, white and blue flags of France are very eye-catching, as are the stars Gleitzman, Pogba and Mbappe.

"Don't look away, stand up, turn around! Look here!" Zhao Ju shouted with a throat, he held a small flagpole in his hand, a small yellow flag on the flagpole, and a fluorescent blue on his head The peaked cap is very striking when looking at 100 meters.

It looks like a tour guide...

"Eh, President Guo, President Guo, are you all right?" He asked Guo Wei in front of him anxiously.

Guo Wei put the camera on a tripod and was debugging the camera, and he said without looking up: "It's going to be done soon."

Then I went on to study the camera again: "This is shutter priority...I should use aperture priority...Yes, aperture, aperture...minimum aperture... Then here, take a photo with a delay of ten seconds...Okay!!"

After he pressed the shutter, he ran to the team with a big belly, and pulled a banner with Zhao Juyi: "Yang Wenlong football training institution cheer for the Chinese team!"

"Look at the camera--!!!" Zhao Ju shouted with a hoarse throat.

In his roar, the children turned back and looked at the camera.

Yang Wenlong was surrounded by a group of children, standing in the middle of the team, with a serious face.

"Three, two, one! Eggplant--!"

Click.

Against the backdrop of the Kazan Arena's giant screen, everyone's smiling faces and raised banners were frozen in the photos.

Behind them, the large display of the Kazan Arena just shows the national flag of China. The flying five-star red flag extends from the left side of the large screen to the far right. Under the effect of visual effects, it looks like it is in the wind. The same as the exhibition.

In the middle of the five-star red flag is a close-up of the representative of the Chinese team Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng, above the red flag, waving his fists and shouting, as if celebrating a goal.

At the end of the national flag, there is an English sentence: "The hope of 1.4 billion people!"

These are all fixed on the photo at the same time.

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It was nearly an hour before the game started, but Lin Yuan and his sister Lin Sisi had entered the Kazan Arena, stood on the stands, looked around, and inquired curiously.

They are not special cases. There are already many Chinese fans around them. They are wearing Chinese team jerseys or red cheering T-shirts. They have a small national flag on their hands and flag stickers on their faces. My entire face was painted with a five-star red flag...

Lin Yuan is not the first time to watch the game live, whether it is Atletico Madrid game or the Chinese team game, he is not the first time to watch the scene.

However, it was the first time for the Chinese team in the World Cup to see the huge red around him, and he was filling up the stands a little bit.

"Look, this is the Chinese fan! Who said we don't like football? That's because he didn't come to the World Cup!" Lin Yuan pointed to the red in the stands and said to Dong Jin around him.

Dong Jin, like him, wore the Chinese team's jersey, with a national flag sticker on his face, and was waving a five-star red flag in his hand. After seeing this scene, he said fascinatingly: "I will also wear the Chinese team jersey to play in the World Cup!"

Lin Yuan hummed: "Dream you! You are a Spaniard! You can honestly play for the World Cup for Spain!"

"No! I'm Chinese!" Dong Jin countered.

"You are a Spanish national!"

"I can change my nationality!"

"Hey, I tell you, the nationality of our country is the hardest in the world..."

When Lin Yuan said this, he saw a sly smile on Dong Jin's face: "I have checked. It is not as difficult as you say for people with Chinese origin to join Chinese nationality. My parents are Chinese, I just Born in Spain, as long as I am willing to give up Spanish nationality, I can apply for Chinese nationality. By then I will be a thorough Chinese and I can join the Chinese team to play in the World Cup!"

Lin Yuan froze for a moment, but he didn't expect Dong Jin to specifically investigate the problem.

His eyes turned, and he thought of the reason for attacking Dong Jin: "Don't think that the Chinese team can join any cats and dogs. I will tell you that the future Chinese team must not be as high as it is now. ! Because of me!"

He also patted his chest hard.

Dong Jin gave him a glance: "If you can be selected for the Chinese team, I will definitely be able to. If I can't, then you can't!"

"Bah, I can!"

"No, you can't! I can!"

Lin Sisi looked a little helplessly at the two quarreling kids around her, and came to Russia these days. She has become accustomed to such quarrels...

Sometimes she really doubts whether Dong Jin is a good friend of her brother...

But the younger brother begged himself to bring Dong Jin to Russia to watch the game, because he told himself that it was his good partner in the Atletico Madrid echelon.

Did you bring Dong Jin to quarrel with him?

She decided to ignore the two middle school teenagers and turned her attention to the big screen.

The competition has not started yet, so the big screen of the scene is playing the promotional videos of both parties.

Now the promotional video of the Chinese team is playing. In the video, Wu Lei, who is the efficiency of the Spaniard, also appeared in the team’s old captain Zheng Zhi, but the number of occurrences is the most. Obviously, the C position is only high. Hey.

At the end of the final screen freeze, all the Chinese team players lined up in an arrow formation, spreading from the middle to the sides. The person standing in the front and middle was Gao Zheng, with his hands around his chest and his head slightly raised, from the top of the court On the big screen, overlooking the fans and stadium in the stands.

Lin Sisi groaned in her heart: "So handsome..."

She seemed to have returned to the afternoon when she saw Gao Zheng at the gate of the tattered football training class for the first time.

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Gao Zheng's parents were sitting in the VIP box, and Xiao Yingying accompanied them.

Not far away, Feng Shiyao was smiling and talking to a few people.

She wore a female version of the Chinese team's home jersey today, with long hair tied into a ponytail, hanging behind her head, with tight jeans and sneakers, the whole person is very sporty and casual.

She has national flag stickers on her left and right cheeks.

This has almost become the standard for Chinese fans on the scene.

After a few chats, a few people said goodbye to Feng Shiyao.

Feng Shiyao said goodbye to them, and returned to Gao Zheng's parents. Gao Zheng's mother asked curiously, "Rhymes, who are they?"

"The FIFA is responsible for business activities, mom..." Feng Shiyao briefly introduced, "They wish me success in the performance of the day after tomorrow."

In the same period of the World Cup, multiple cultural performances will also be held in various parts of Russia at the same time, such as inviting singers from participating countries to hold concerts in Russia, which is also part of the World Cup activities.

This is a bit like an album that will be released during each World Cup. The album contains songs for fans of various national teams.

But now the album is moved directly to the offline, through a lot of literary and artistic activities to help the World Cup competition.

Feng Shiyao, as a representative of the Chinese-language music scene, was also invited.

Others come to Russia to watch the ball, but Feng Shiyao still has to work, and the schedule is very tight.

But even so, in the days when there was a Chinese team game, she would arrange nothing.

Cheer for the Chinese team, cheer for Gao Zheng, and accompany Gao Zheng's parents.

This is the most important thing for her to come to Russia.

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Gao Zheng and his teammates are standing in the player channel, waiting for their appearance.

It can be felt that the teammates around him are more or less nervous.

Gao Zheng is not nervous, but he is a little excited.

Participating in the World Cup, this is his dream since childhood.

Since the first day of his football, he has dreamed countless times that he appeared on the World Cup in Chinese jerseys.

This time, he and his teammates experienced a lot of hardships, from the Asian qualifiers to the Asian qualifier play-offs, and then to the final play-offs, all the way through, and Australia and Honduras were cut off. Only today's trip to Russia.

But they are not the same as they were 16 years ago. This time they are not here for the group round.

Although their group opponents have a strong French team.

But did he want to play in the World Cup, isn't it because he played against these strong teams in the world?

This is the same as he wants to transfer from Sampdoria to Atletico Madrid.

If you can't play against a strong enemy, what is the point of playing football?

"Hi, high."

Just as Gao Zheng was fascinated, a voice rang beside him.

Gretzman stood beside him with a smile.

"Did you know? After the World Cup group stage group results came out, I was always looking forward to playing against you. I can wait long enough on this day," he said.

"No wonder you always have such fighting spirit when training in the team." Gao Zhengle.

"I admit that you are very powerful, high. But this time, my teammates are better than your teammates. I think the final victory will belong to us in France." Griezmann pointed his finger at his teammates.

Without waiting for Gao Zheng to answer, Pogba stepped up and grinned at Gao Zheng, showing his white teeth: "Our goal is a world champion!"

Gao Zheng looked at them and looked a bit like Mbappe of Donatello, the ninja turtle, and nodded: "You really have the power to win the championship."

He is telling the truth, the Chinese team will never think about such a thing as winning the World Cup.

Their public goal was to win a game, get three points, and score goals.

But Gao Zheng's own goal is to hope that the Chinese team can enter the knockout.

When Pogba saw Gao Zheng saying this, he smiled happily, and squeezed his eyes at Glezman next to him.

"But the Chinese team will be your only regret on the road to winning the championship." Gao Zheng smiled and added the second sentence.

Pogba's smile froze on his face, and this time replaced Gretzman with a laugh: "I told you, Paul! This is high!"

Then Gretzman and Gao Zheng gave a hug: "See you on the field, brother! Enjoy the World Cup!"

"See you on the field." Gao Zheng hit him with his shoulder. "I will."

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Zheng Zhi stood on his own position on the court, waiting for the game to start.

As captain, he has completed all pre-match ceremonies.

But the sound of the national anthem just now echoed in his mind.

The sound seemed to have electric current, causing him to tremble slightly.

When he faced the camera, he finally suffocated and did not cry.

Standing on the court of the World Cup finals, this is what he dreamed of.

He really didn't expect that he had caught up at the end of his career...

There were several times in between, and he thought he could not realize this dream all his life.

But when he met Gao Zheng, he changed his mind.

So when he suffered an ankle injury and was absent for five months, he had only one thought in his mind-I must catch up with the World Cup!

Now his 100th national team match has been played before the World Cup warm-up match.

But Zheng Zhi still regarded this game with France as the 100th national team game of his career.

His 100th game, his first World Cup game.

Zheng Zhi suddenly found that Gao Zheng, who was standing in the front, looked back as if looking at him, so his focus was on Gao Zheng again.

He found that Gao Zheng was giving him a thumbs up.

So he laughed, and gave Gao Zheng a thumbs up.

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"CCTV, CCTV! Audience friends, good afternoon everyone!"

He Ping and his commentary partner Xu Yang sat on the commentary table of the Kazan Arena, trying to keep his voice stable, because he was a little emotional, he was too excited to control his voice.

"Welcome everyone to watch the live broadcast of the World Cup game. This is the first game of Group C. At six o'clock in the afternoon of Beijing time, France will play against the Chinese team! Now the game is about to start! This is the Chinese team’s current World Cup match. The first appearance on the World Cup is also the second time the Chinese team has appeared in the World Cup after 16 years!"

Xu Yang said with emotion: "Yeah, and this time the Chinese team was able to participate in the World Cup really has gone through all the hardships. It is just like the Tang monk's sutra. It can be said that it has gone through the difficulties of 1981 before finally standing. On the stage of the World Cup..."

"Zheng Zhi was injured in the quarter-finals against Qatar. Everyone thought that his career would be over... but he didn't expect that he not only recovered from his injuries, but also recovered his condition. Zheng Zhi also said in an interview This is because Gao Zheng gave him confidence and courage. He also said that when he recovered after surgery, he supported it by listening to Feng Shiyao's album... Haha!" Xu Yang said with a smile stand up.

"Ha! Feng Shiyao this game should also come to the scene, then we can follow her in the stands!" He Ping also smiled.

Many viewers in front of the TV heard the two commentators talking about the anecdote inside the Chinese team, and couldn't help raising their mouths.

On this day, every Chinese fan is filled with joy, and any small thing can make them happy.

They feel that they are the happiest person in the world.

Whether it is a Chinese fan in front of the TV, or a Chinese fan who went to the scene.

They looked at the stadium with a smile on their faces, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

The very noisy Kazan Arena quieted down before.

Uruguayan referee Andres Cunha, who stood outside the middle circle, raised his wrist to face the watch.

The eyes of the Chinese fans are on Gao Zheng who is standing in the middle circle.

Before the World Cup, FIFA revised the rules, and now it does not require two people to kick off, you can directly pass the football back, so only one person needs to stand in the middle circle.

Gao Zheng was there, stepping on the football, waiting for the whistle.

He Ping and Xu Yang on the commentary were also silent, waiting intently for the whistle to sound.

Cunha set the time, pressed the timer button with his hand, and then raised his hands flat, blowing the whistle in his mouth!

"Game start!!!"

(End of the book)

PS, there should be a postscript at seven o'clock in the evening... trying to write...

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