Chapter 1117 King, 1 Hug, 10 Years of Friendship

cry,

The whole world is crying.

German players are crying, German fans are crying.

Chinese players are crying and Chinese fans are crying too.

Germans are sad because of loss.

Chinese people are excited and happy.

Loew was comforting his players, each of them in tears. They have waited 12 years to win this World Cup title.

But 12 years later, they were still runners-up. What a cruel defeat. There is only one winner in economic sports.

Such a failure is too hard to bear. It is estimated that they will not be able to recover in a year and a half, and even thinking about it in the years to come will still be heartbreaking.

Unless they can win the championship again, this pain will continue...

But not every team will be so lucky. The World Cup comes once every four years.

The two veterans Zheng Zhi and Sun Jihai hugged each other tightly, and they also burst into tears. They are the two oldest players in the Chinese team. At this moment, there are no words to describe their mood.

Feng Renliang and Zhao Xuri lay directly on the lawn, greedily opening their arms and embracing the Maracana night sky.

Zeng Cheng hugged the upright on the right side of the goal tightly, seeming to be talking to the upright.

It's all too dreamy.

…

At this time, Dong Fangzhuo quietly and slowly exited the stadium...

Amid the celebrations, he limped to the tunnel.

It was Zhu Heyuan who spotted him first and hurried towards him.

"Xiao Dong." He calmed down his excitement and excitement, and his eyes fell on Dong Fangzhuo's left knee.

"Go back to the locker room to deal with it first."

He knew what Dong Fangzhuo had paid for this championship.

He quickly found the team's doctor and dragged him to the locker room.

Ten minutes later, they walked out of the player tunnel again...

"king,"

"king,"

"king,"

In the stands, fans burst into deafening cheers.

Dong Fangzhuo walked out of the tunnel again, with a thick bandage wrapped around his left knee and a cane in one hand.

"Dong Fangzhuo was indeed seriously injured. He had to use crutches. There must be a big problem with his left knee."

"But the injury will not affect his happiness. He is very happy now."

"Because he won the World Cup, he is the World Cup champion, he is the Ballon d'Or winner, he is king!"

"Listen, everyone is calling him king now."

"But what I understand is that everyone is calling him the best player in the world."

"Yes, he has achieved everything that all football players dream of. Three-time Ballon d'Or winner, Asian champion, Olympic champion, world champion, European champion... among his honors, they are all champions."

"And the championship is the biggest reward for him!"

"After Maradona in 1986, Dong Fangzhuo also won the title in 214. He almost single-handedly led the Chinese team to win the World Cup. Argentina in 1986 was very strong, but China in 2014 is even more legendary."

"Dong Fangzhuo is the king of football!"

Dong Fangzhuo walked slowly to the center of the court on crutches. Even the country's boss stood up and applauded.

In front of the TV, everyone was very excited and shed tears. They lay in front of the TV and watched their hero.

At this moment, Dong Fangzhuo is the hero of all China.

Of course, Zheng Zhi and Zhao Xuri are also heroes, but Dong Fangzhuo is more prominent.

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Bailey showed up.

He was the guest of honor for the World Cup champion. In the Kingdom of Football, under the watchful eye of football king Pele, the Chinese team became the 2014 Brazilian World Cup champion.

Bailey smiled and hung the medals in the hands of each Chinese player, and finally stopped in front of Dong Fangzhuo.

"Dong, I have to thank you on behalf of the Brazilian people. You defeated Argentina and Germany and allowed Brazil to save face.

"

Then, he gave Dong Fangzhuo a thick hug.

"Is your knee injury serious?"

Dong Fangzhuo smiled all the time and talked to his knees. He was not depressed at all, "I don't know yet, but at least I'm not dead. It's not a big deal. I will recover."

Actually, it's not as easy as he said.

What the team doctor said in the locker room just now shocked him, but he was trying to stay calm now.

Although further examination has not yet been carried out, he basically knows what is going on, and it may be worse.

but,

Is there anything more important than winning the World Cup?

Bailey patted him on the shoulder again...

Finally, Frenchman Zidane and Czechoslovakian Nedved came together carrying the Hercules Cup and handed it to Pele, who handed the trophy to Zheng Zhi, the captain of the Chinese national team.

Zheng Zhi kissed the Hercules Cup affectionately and then raised it high! Everyone was drowned in the colorful fireworks.

"China!"

"China!"

"China!"

"we are the champion!"

"we are the champion!"

The scene reached a climax instantly.

After receiving the award, the team continued to celebrate on the court and took photos of the championship.

Dong Fangzhuo took the Hercules Cup from Zheng Zhi's hand and kissed him deeply...

The camera suddenly turned and captured Manchester United coach Ferguson standing at the entrance of the players' tunnel, applauding gently.

Chewing gum in his mouth, eyes flashing.

"Ferguson, he showed up here."

"He may want to congratulate Dong Fangzhuo personally."

The celebration lasted for nearly half an hour, and Ferguson still did not leave. He was still waiting quietly.

He is waiting, waiting for Dong Fangzhuo.

The entire Chinese team passed by him one after another, and Sun Jihai, Zheng Zhi and others greeted Ferguson one after another. But Dong Fangzhuo was still not seen. Ferguson looked affectionately into the distance, looking for Dong Fangzhuo.

Finally, the two people's eyes made contact.

Look at each other and smile.

it is more than words.

When Dong Fangzhuo saw Ferguson, he burst into laughter and said "Wow!" The master and apprentice embraced each other affectionately. The scene was very touching.

Dong Fangzhuo greeted Ferguson with a hug, and Ferguson congratulated Dong Fangzhuo with a hug.

A hug, 10 years of friendship, all in words.

"Want to come back?"

"think!"

"Then come back!"

"But, my injury." Dong Fangzhuo lowered his gaze, knowing that there must be something wrong with his knee.

"No buts, I just ask if you will come back."

"Go back!"

The conversation between master and disciple is so simple and direct.

Come back,

All travel is over. If you don’t return to Manchester United, where will you go?

"Let's see what happens in the next few days."

Ferguson seemed 10 years younger at this moment.

Facing the miracle of the Chinese team and when Dong Fangzhuo was crowned king, Ferguson had only one idea, and that was to fight Dong Fangzhuo again.

"good."

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