World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 134 The Death of Ou Chuliang

On December 12, outside the Rajamangala Stadium in Bangkok, several luxury buses came one after another.

As soon as the car door opened, a group of red fans with Chinese characters on their bodies came down one after another.

Under the leadership of the team leader, a mighty queue formed and poured into the gate of the stadium.

It doesn't matter whether it's the first one or the last one.

As soon as the two sides meet, the best way is to wave the flag and shout, and the whistle is bursting.

"Old Mao, are you here?"

"Here we come, there are too many Dalian fans here today, and there are almost not enough seats before departure!" The fan called Lao Mao nodded.

Seeing the two, many fans from other places also waved and said hello.

"Rosie! Rosie!"

It was the fan Rossi who shook hands with Lao Mao!

Today, Rossi's iconic wear has long become a banner for Chinese fans.

As long as you see this middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat and wearing Spurs boots, you will know where the main force of Chinese fans is.

In this Asian Games, Rossi and Mao Deqi fell.

In their words, wherever the Chinese team plays, they will see it.

The two chatted briefly, and Rossi continued to stand at the door, taking the initiative to serve as the "reception" of the game.

"Okay, I'll lead the team in first! I brought a lot of things today."

"Go, go, I'll wait a little longer." Rossi nodded.

As soon as he entered the stadium, a group of fans with the region printed on their chests yelled loudly.

"The ones from Dalian go this way!"

"Wuxi come here!"

“Chengdu’s here!”

"From Guiyang, from Guiyang!"

As soon as they saw Chinese-speaking fans entering the stadium, these people rushed forward and asked earnestly, like peddlers at the train station pulling people to the hotel.

"Bro, what's your surname? From China?"

"If you want, you don't have to sit according to the ticket, just come to the stands in our hometown!"

"Working locally? Where is my hometown?"

Feeling the long-lost enthusiasm, one of the four fans stood up and said: "My surname is Yang, and my hometown is Jinzhou. These are my comrades in arms. After we were demobilized, we came to work in Thailand."

"Um, from Golden State!"

The "soliciting" nodded, and then shouted to the back, "Brother Liu, you are from the Northeast."

As soon as the words fell, the person called Brother Liu immediately stepped forward and asked in Northeast dialect, "Where is the Northeast?"

"Golden State."

"Surname, let's sit with Lao Mao! You are all from Dalian!"

"Ok!"

The four were brought to Mao Deqi by Brother Liu, who was instructing Dalian fans to hang a giant banner.

"Coming, buddy? Give me a hand!"

"Hey!"

Mao Deqi didn't have any politeness, and the four of them didn't care.

Together with other Dalian fans, this huge eight-meter-long banner was hung directly opposite the rostrum.

The words "Dalian, China" are printed on the banner, and a big football is embroidered in the center.

"Brother Mao, you really don't forget to promote our hometown wherever you go!" Xiao Yang praised.

"Hi! What publicity is not publicity." Mao Deqi waved his hand, "When we go abroad, we have only one identity, and that is Chinese fans!"

After Rossi entered the field, the "heads" of these fans gathered together to communicate with each other and set a consistent cheering slogan.

Big guys, people come from people, and things come from things.

In a short period of time, these fans from all corners of the country together form a powerful whole.

The East Stand, West Stand, and North and South Stands echoed each other. According to their "assigned tasks", fans shouted slogans, played trumpets, waved red flags, and sang the national anthem.

Facing the admiration of Xiao Yang and others, Mao Deqi laughed loudly: "At least, we can't lose to Iran in terms of the number of fans and momentum!"

Both teams have finished warming up.

In the locker room of the Chinese team, Zeng Zheng is doing the general mobilization before the game.

"...Don't look at it as a semi-final, but everyone should play this game as a final!"

"Thailand deliberately arranged for us to play against Iran in order to enter the final, because they know that we and Iran are the strongest among the semi-finals."

So far in this Asian Games, Japan and South Korea, who are holding on to the Olympic training like the Chinese team, have been eliminated.

The real strong team is the Iranian team built on the basis of the World Preliminaries.

In this Iranian team, eight people participated in the preliminaries, and among them are the main players such as Ali Dayi, Bagheri, and Madavikia.

"But you don't have to be afraid."

"Don't look at their experience, but they are basically unable to play."

Zeng Zheng introduced the collected information to everyone.

"One game every two days, they don't have as much physical strength as us."

"And they will also participate in the West Asian Cup, so this period of time is basically continuous."

"Not to mention anything else, we can kill them by running!"

"After arriving on the court, there is no need to be timid. You can play as you usually train."

"It's easy to beat Iran!"

After finishing speaking, Zeng Zheng took the lead in applauding.

After the applause, Zeng Zheng stepped aside.

"Ouge, say a few words."

Ou Chuliang, who was wearing the captain's armband, was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the expectant players below the stage, forcing a smile on his face.

"What Coach Zeng said is what I want to say."

"Everyone play well, Iran is not as terrible as imagined."

"We can win!"

"We can win!" Zeng Zheng took the lead and raised his fist and shouted.

"We can win, we can win, we can win!!!"

The players shouted in unison.

With the ringing of the starting bell, the mobilization ends.

The players with high morale walked out of the locker room one after another and rushed to the player tunnel.

Zeng Zheng walked at the end, shoulder to shoulder with Ou Chuliang.

The two stood together, it seemed that Ou Chuliang was taller.

"Brother Ou, do you still think about that?"

Ou Chuliang patted his face hard and shook his head.

"No, I forgot."

"I didn't say anything and you just said you forgot, did you say you forgot?"

Ou Chuliang fell silent, and his face became extremely ugly.

At the press conference before the match, the head coach of the Iranian team stretched out four fingers in front of all the reporters and Zeng Zheng and others.He made it clear that it was entirely his mistake that Iran played 3-1 in the last group match.

In this game, he must score four goals for the Chinese team.

After the press conference, many Iranian journalists at the scene also came to Zeng Zheng and Ou Chuliang one after another, stretching out four fingers proudly.

As the saying goes.

Hit people without slapping their faces, and curse people without revealing shortcomings.

Iran's actions really stepped on the warning line in China's heart.

Before the top ten match in 97, the Chinese team and the Iranian team played against each other 11 times, with a record of 4 wins, 4 draws and 3 losses, with a slight upper hand.

In the top ten match, the Iranian team played a ruthless double play in two rounds, and the two sides have ended their feud since then.

But it is a pity that the Iranian team did not live up to it. After losing to Qatar in the last game, it was turned against the wind by the Chinese team. From the first place in the group, it directly became eliminated.

From this point of view, the Iranian team hates the Chinese team even more!

Especially this time Zeng Zheng led the team.

How could the Iranian team, which vented all their hatred on Zeng Zheng's hand, easily miss such an excellent opportunity for revenge?

When the two teams met in the group stage, the Iranian team scored 4 goals.

But Zeng Zheng did some calculations. If the Iranian team scored 4 goals, he would definitely lose his status as the number one in the group, so Zeng Zheng only let his opponent play 3-1 in the end.

I thought it was showing off the opponent's face and sending the opponent's team to qualify.

But who would have thought that not only did they not appreciate it, but they also always regarded Zeng Zheng as an enemy!

Facing the Iranian team's four fingers from the coach to the reporter, Ou Chuliang almost lost his temper at that time.

If it wasn't for Zeng Zheng to hold him down, Ou Chuliang would speak some polite words in English.

You know, these four fingers have become the pain of Ou Chuliang's life.

Seeing that they were approaching the entrance of the player tunnel, seeing that Ou Chuliang was still silent, Zeng Zheng joked:
"Brother Ou, are you blaming me for not bringing the main force here?"

Ou Chuliang shook his head upon hearing this.

"Coach Zeng, what are you talking about?"

"I also want to thank you for giving me such a chance!"

Looking at the sunlight coming from the player tunnel not far away, Ou Chuliang's gaze gradually became firm.

"Don't worry, Coach Zeng, this time, I will never miss again easily!"

Seeing that Ou Chuliang was full of fighting spirit again, Zeng Zheng asked suddenly: "Brother Ou, have you ever drunk Red Bull?"

"Red Bull? What's that?"

"Red Bull! A local functional sports drink in Thailand."

"I haven't." Ou Chuliang shook his head.

"Would you like a bottle?"

"Forget it, I'm afraid of going to the bathroom on the field." Ou Chuliang shook his head
joke!

Who dares to drink unofficial energy drinks for athletes before competitions?

But Zeng Zheng was not joking.

When he asked this question, he didn't really want to go to the supermarket to buy a can of Red Bull for Ou Chuliang to drink.

He has a system to produce: a mint-flavored chewing gum with similar functions to Red Bull.

Produced by the system, of course there will be no positive urine test!
And compared to other chewing gums on the market, this stuff still has a sweet taste after chewing for an hour.

For someone like Ou Chuliang who rarely drinks coffee and has never had a sports drink, eating it for the first time is very refreshing.

If more than ten years pass, and the functional drinks become rotten on the street, this chewing gum will not be of much use.

Just as Ou Chuliang put the gum in his mouth and chewed twice, he felt his throat cleared instantly, and a gust of cold air came out of his nostrils.

"Coach Zeng, where did you buy this chewing gum? What brand? It works better than Green Arrow!"

"Yida!" Zeng Zheng blinked, "Little brand."

(End of this chapter)