"I'm a little worried..."

Cheng Peng frowned and said.

When the finals were about to begin, the stadium was full and the media seats were completely crowded.

There are people in Cheng Peng's front, back and left and right.

Like Cheng Peng, they are all journalists from China, and many of them were temporarily sent to the Chinese team after they entered the finals.

So when Cheng Peng said this, everyone around him heard it.

"What are you worried about?" someone asked.

"Look..." Cheng Peng made a hand and pointed to the full stands, and pointed to the media seat he was in. "Look at this grand occasion, how many people are paying attention to this game? There are so many people on the scene, so what about outside the scene? What about in China?"

"What do you want to say, Cheng Peng?"

"I just want to say whether we should calm down? This is the World Youth Championship final. Before that, the Chinese team has never played this level of competition. Unlike Argentina, which won the World Youth Championship four times, we have no experience. But the fanaticism made people think that this is not the World Cup under the age of 20, but the World Cup. When we are so crazy, have you ever thought that this is putting them on the fire?"

Cheng Peng said.

The people around him gradually became quiet and looked at him.

They also think what Cheng Peng said makes sense.

"During this period, all of us, not only fans, but also our reporters, are like we are celebrating the New Year... no, it is like celebrating the carnival. But this atmosphere is not good for the young men of the National Youth Team. We should let them relax as much as possible, but the facts are completely opposite. All of us expectation has become their burden and pressure. Will this crush them in the game and lead to them losing the game?"

"If this scene really unfortunately happens, I think we should reflect on ourselves first. In fact, I hope that the Chinese team can win the championship more than anyone else, but I don't want the team to lose this hard-won honor because of our reasons. You must know how long it will take to have such an opportunity in the future..."

Cheng Peng finished speaking.

Everyone was silent.

Yes, we were just watching to attract readers' attention, and desperately reported and paid attention to this game, which invisibly put huge pressure on them.

If the Chinese team loses the game because of this, are we accomplices?

Everyone fell into deep thought.

Molly was in the crowd, and she also heard Cheng Peng's words.

She actually wanted to refute Cheng Peng.

But when she thought that she was just particularly confident in Rongguang, she didn't know anything about the boys of other Chinese youth teams. She could pat her chest to make a promise for him, but she didn't dare to do this for those players.

Glory's performance should be normal, but what about the other players?

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After the warm-up, both players returned to their locker rooms and made final decisions for the game.

In the past, the old man Clauchen would give a speech before the game to inspire the players.

But this time, he didn't do that.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that this job was snatched by Yang Yiming, the leader of the Chinese delegation.

When everyone came back from the court, they found that Football Association official Yang Yiming appeared in the locker room and was waiting for them.

When everyone came in, he began a passionate speech.

"You represent Chinese football now and are about to stand on this top stage. This is a very glorious thing for you. Because you will have the opportunity to win glory for the country, for the motherland, for the fans, and for your own parents... Such opportunities are not often available, so I hope you can seize such a rare opportunity in this game. In front of the TV, there are hundreds of millions of Chinese fans watching you, so you must play to your level. In addition, I will also tell you good news - the leaders of the Football Association and the General Administration will cheer for you in the stands, and there are also several players who play in the Chinese Super League. Your club owners have also come to the scene to perform well, but they can win a satisfactory contract for themselves."

Speaking of this, Yang Yiming smiled humorously.

But what embarrassed him was that not many people in the locker room smiled and agreed with him, except for those Football Association officials.

There are only a handful of players.

Clauchen, who was standing behind Yang Yiming, sighed in his heart.

He could never accept this kind of preparation with Chinese characteristics.

He tried his best to block the previous games, but this time it was the final and he couldn't stop it.

The Chinese Football Association must show its presence.

He was actually very worried that after the bureaucrats came, they would make a big talk, and they would satisfy their desire to be a leader to speak, but they would throw all the pressure on the players.

Now... it seems that it is really moving in this direction...

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Rong Guang lowered his head and yawned without notice.

It's so boring.

He complained in his heart.

Because of the national team before, he had no favoritism for the Football Association.

They obviously don’t want to recruit themselves, but they still find so many reasons, as if they are a disaster for joining the national team.

Depend on

You guys are fucking scoundrels

Rongguang came to participate in the World Youth Championship, but it was not for the Football Association to give face. The first was for money, and later it was to fight with Messi.

Now...

The Chinese fan who rushed to him that day gave him a third reason.

He was for these cute fans. That fan told him a lot that day, and he said how much people like him in China and how much they want to see his name.

He didn't know whether he could join the national team in the future, but now, since he is in the national youth team, he has to play the national youth team well and give some psychological comfort to those lovely fans.

Finally, Yang Yiming's speech finally ended. He left the locker room surrounded by crowds.

Clauchen looked at the silent player and felt that this was really not a fucking thing...

You're happy, but you left the mess to me?

Just as he was thinking about how to re-energize this morale, Rong Guang spoke.

"Don't worry, they're just nonsense."

Everyone looked up and looked at their captain in surprise.

"This game is the final. Who is coming to the finals not to win the championship? It's that simple. We are just coming to win the championship, it has nothing to do with anyone's expectations."

Rongguang stood up and walked to the center of the locker room.

"What are the expectations of the people of the motherland, what are the trust of the leaders, what contracts of the bosses... Even if there is no audience in this game, I want to win the championship. I just want to win the championship, except for the championship, I don't think about anything. Anyway, I came for the championship. From the beginning, this goal made me win one game after another. I came here, so I must win the championship anyway, even if I am the only one, that's the case."

After saying that, he looked at everyone.

"Like me, if you want a championship, don't pull me back."

His eyes were like a torch, staring at his teammates one by one, and those who had been with him day and night for more than a month.

How could he not know what they thought?

Theirs certainly want to win the championship, but there are people who don’t want to win the championship, but they have been eliminated.

After that last group match, Dong Zhuofang failed to get a minute of playing time.

He has been out.

Rongguang's words are not very nice, but they directly hit everyone's heart.

Who doesn't want a championship?

Since we are in the finals, we will definitely want to win the championship.

So what to do so much?

In the game, compete with the Argentinians, and then win the championship

Why do such a simple thing be so complicated?

It is both a sincere trust and a sincere hope...

"Champion" Gao Lin stood up and shouted first.

"Champion" Cheng Tao also shouted.

"Champion" Tan Songwang waved his fists excitedly.

"Champion" Feng Tingxiao gritted his teeth.

"champion"

"champion"

"champion"

Finally, these sounds merged into a river, stirring in the locker room.

Everyone was shouting the same thing.

This is their voice.

champion
To be continued...