Revenge On China's Soccer World, World Cup Helps Fight C La

Luceral Stadium, outer entrance square.

The "money return brother", who has left a strong mark in the hearts of Chinese fans, is holding the hands of his lover and children, waiting in line for admission together.

The long line did not stop for a moment, and with a slight gap in front, the fans rushed forward and looked forward to the Lusail Stadium.

"Daddy Dad, there are so many people today

~" "Yes, my little darling, because everyone can't wait to go in and wait for the 'War of Gods' to begin~" The

irascible old brother who used to be 'mud horse in the day, return money' has now faded his former edges, and his tone is unusually gentle when he speaks.

"Battle of the Gods, isn't that a movie, how can the ball game be a 'War of the Gods'! Father? "

A small version, blue and white Argentine jersey worn on a five- or six-year-old child, looks extremely lively and cute.

"Because this football game, this World Cup, carries too many memories of people, there are too many heroes who fell on the court, so it is called 'Battle of the Gods'."

"Who are the heroes, Daddy?"

The little guy asked endless questions at the beginning, but Brother Qian was used to it, and he liked the child's naïve curiosity very much.

"There are too many heroes, Dad can only tell you a few he knows, and the rest will have to be discovered by yourself later, okay?"

The little one raised his head and bit his finger to think.

"Then dad you know how many heroes, if there are too few, how can I be embarrassed to talk to my friends?"

Brother Qian Qian was almost cute by him, rubbed his little head, and said with a smile:

"I want to think ah, one, two... Six, Dad seems to be able to recall only six heroes in the arena for the time being, I don't know if it's enough for you to tell stories with your friends? Seeing

his expectant little eyes, Brother Qian Qian laughed again.

"Uruguay has a hero and many fans remember him because of the bite and handball."

"Why do heroes still bite, Daddy?"

Brother Qian smiled bitterly: "If you interrupt your father like this, then your father can't tell you the stories of the heroes." The

little one covered his mouth with his other hand, signaling that he would not ask any more.

He wanted to hear the hero's stories and then share them with his friends, so he made up his mind not to ask questions now.

'But when Suarez played for a great club called Barcelona, his sharp attack and excellent sense of smell on the pitch were undisputed world-class players.

"But he's 35 years old and he's not destined to play in the next World Cup."

"At the end of Uruguay's World Cup journey, Suarez, nicknamed 'Su Shen', the hero shed tears and left a sad end to his World Cup journey."

Seeing that the little guy was still covering his mouth, Brother Qian continued with a smile.

"The next thing to say is a hero of Poland, his name is Lewandowski."

"He is the Polish striker who once set a record of scoring five goals in nine minutes! When Dad takes you to play, you know how hard it is to score goals, right? The

little guy nodded quickly, just about to answer out loud, but immediately remembered his little abacus and endured without making a sound.

"It's such a hero, he's 34 years old, and it's not easy to participate in this World Cup."

"By the time of the next World Cup, he will be 38 years old, so it is likely that he will not be able to participate again."

"However, although his World Cup journey is not perfect, the record he has set is unprecedented, and it is difficult to come later, which is enough to make him famous in football history."

Without waiting for Brother Qian to continue talking, the little guy finally couldn't help it:

"Daddy dad, I'll ask a question here, and then you will continue to tell me when I finish asking!"

"Although his record is unprecedented, I must break his record when I grow up, Dad, do you think I can do it?"

"Dad thinks you can!"

Brother Qian Qian did not hesitate when he said this, and the lover beside him looked at the eyes of the father and son, and his eyes were full of love.

"This third hero, named Modric, no one expected that the weak little midfielder could grow into the master of today's football."

"His passing, his long-range shot, his fitness is almost perfect!"

"However, by the time the Master came to an end, he was also 37 years old, and this World Cup in Qatar, he was defeated by another hero from Argentina, but he was also defeated."

"Dad, isn't the hero of Argentina Messi, isn't my jersey number 10."

"My cutie is so smart!"

"But can we tell you his story when we get into the stadium?"

As soon as Brother Qian's words fell, the little guy raised his head:

"You don't know how many times you have told his story, my ears are almost cocooned."

As a loyal fan of Messi, Brother Qian has already cultivated his son into a small fan of Messi.

"And ah dad, Ronaldo you don't say it, I count, plus Ronaldo and Messi, there are already five heroes, so who is the last one, dad."

"Have you forgotten the horse? His father didn't talk to you less~

" The little guy instantly became excited: "Dad, don't say it, let me say, Xiao Ming doesn't know how many times he has said it."

After saying this, the little one raised his right hand, crossed his left hand at the waist, and looked ahead with contempt.

"That year, he was known as a samba dancer; Now, he's back and vows to complete the journey beyond! "

Dad, am I right, Dad?"

"All right!"

'But there's a lot more to his story, just like his goal, it's as vivid in the hearts of the fans as yesterday, but he can't beat time.

"Perhaps sadness is the final destination of the dancer, at this time he has fallen on the road beyond his dreams, and before the sword is unsheathed, he has already shed tears, which is sad and lamentable."

The family of three finally walked into the Rusail Stadium and came to their stands, where the Portuguese and Argentine players had already begun to warm up.

"Daddy Daddy, look at it, it's Ronaldo and Messi!"

"I saw it, I saw it at first sight."

On the big screen of the arena, Ronaldo, wearing the No. 7 red shirt, and Messi, wearing the blue and white No. 10 shirt, smiled and hugged each other in the camera.

The Lusail Stadium that saw this scene boiled, and whether it was the viewing area of either side, it was directly ignited by this scene, and the fanatical atmosphere swept everyone in an instant.

"Yuqin! It's Yuqin! Dad, look at it, Yuqin is hugging Messi!

"Dad, who do you say will win this game!"

"As a fan of Messi and Argentina, of course Dad supported Messi to win the game."

"What about Yuqin? Dad, didn't you say that he is the hope of the future of Chinese football?

"But personally, Dad sincerely hopes that Yuqin can lift the championship trophy in Qatar."

"Our country needs a world-class football superstar..."