Qiu Suhui stirred the coffee with a spoon and didn't say it anymore. But Hu Li knew what he meant. Yes, the environment of Chinese football is endlessly destroyed! No matter how talented you are, you won't be called "Chinese football" if you don't waste it in this big dye vat!

"So, then he'd better go out..." Hu Li suddenly felt powerless. What will be the fate of the more than 20 players in the National Olympic Team after the Olympics? After all, there are very few people who go abroad like Zhang Jun, Yang Pan, and even Li Yongle, so most people must go back to their respective clubs. In the big dyeing tank of Chinese football, how many people can avoid being dyed in a few years?

Chinese football is looking forward to the emergence of geniuses every year, but every year, it is intentional or unintentional, but it is indeed very ruthlessly destroying those geniuses who emerge and quasi-geniuses who are about to emerge. Then, while sighing again, looking forward to the next genius... After people cannot thoroughly explain some strange repetition or reincarnation, they will simply summarize it as "fate", and the above also seems to be the fate of Chinese football.

I hope this "life" will not appear on these children.

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Two days later, after the National Olympic team defeated their opponents away 2:0 and successfully qualified, Chen Wei led the team back to Beijing with an extremely beautiful mood. At the international airport, they were not only welcomed and praised by their superiors, but also a large group of Beijing fans were beating outside the airport to welcome the National Olympic team back to China. If the Chinese men's football team can get such treatment, perhaps except for the National Olympic team that defeated Japan and entered the Seoul Olympics in 1987, and the national team that successfully qualified with absolute advantage in the top ten in 2001, the only one today's National Olympic team is.

Chen Wei took the flowers from Luo Wenqiang with a full face and waved to the fans. Listening to the cheers of the fans, he felt a sense of success. How many people in the Chinese Football Association can be cheered from the heart of such fans? Zhang Jilong was called "Brother Long" by fans because of that "God's Hand" draw, and I really can't think of anyone left.

I wonder if he will be called "Brother Wei" in a few years because of his contribution to Chinese football?

Luo Wenqiang patted Qiu Suhui's shoulder with some excitement: "Okay! Good job! You let outsiders see the side of the Chinese football industry!"

Qiu Suhui was very disgusted with this, and felt like the leader was patting a fifteen- or six-year-old child called "Little Ghost". But he couldn't show it yet, and could only smile in front of the news media, saying that we were united, so it was appropriate to achieve good results.

The players who were cheering the most were the tired players. Their appearance triggered a burst of screams at the scene. When Li Yongle walked through the passage opened by the airport security guards, the female fans on both sides shouted louder, but Li Yongle just lowered his head and pushed his luggage expressionlessly and hurriedly passed by.

Xiang Tao waved to the fans vigorously, and except for a few male fans applauding him, she was basically very calm. Xiang Tao put down his hand awkwardly. "Damn! Who cares!" he muttered.

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In the evening, at the Beijing Xianghe Training Base, the Football Association held a small celebration for the National Olympic Team. The small one was said to have not invited too many superior leaders and celebrities, and all the places were given to reporters, TV reporters, text reporters, and photojournalists from all over the country. The Football Association would not miss any opportunity to set up a arch for itself.

Li Yongle is still an important figure at the banquet. After receiving the official praise and encouragement from the leaders of the Football Association, he was immediately surrounded by reporters who were "hungry" and various problems were thrown at him. Of course, what people are most concerned about at present is the whereabouts after the Olympics.

Li Yongle struggled to deal with the reporters, carefully preventing them from catching any loopholes that could be exploited. That feeling was even more tiring than playing two consecutive finals.

Seeing Li Yongle's sweaty expression and stuttering look, Xiang Tao was a little gloating. "Yes, that's right." "No, things are not what you imagined." "It's hard to say at the moment, it depends on the future." "Concentrate on playing football, not considering anything else..." Xiang Tao was bored and dubbed Li Yongle's lip-syncing voice, making a group of teammates around him laugh and laughed.

This is a wild barbecue. Xianghe Base specially invited several chefs with good skills from outside to barbecue various food in a glade in the training base, and finally a fireworks show. The Football Association arranged it very carefully, giving all the players who had fought for nearly a year a chance to relax.

When the aroma of barbecue was filled with the air, the celebration banquet also reached a climax. Xiang Tao wiped out a lot of food in front of him like a wind, and the people around him were stunned.

"Hey, Xiang Tao, there is a reporter here! Don't you pay attention to your self-image?" Zhao Pengyu said with a grin, he was completely shocked.

"Shou...shouting words! Let's talk about it later when I'm out! (Stop nonsense, let's talk about it later after I eat it)" Xiang Tao said vaguely with a large piece of meat wrapped in his mouth, concise and to the point, and never wastes a little time to eat.

Zhao Pengyu looked at Xiang Tao eating what he said, holding what he was in his hand, staring at the bowl, and sighed helplessly: "The glorious image we finally established was ruined by him alone, and he only spent a meal..."

Li Suisheng took a sip of juice and treated Xiang Tao as air and asked Zhao Pengyu: "Why didn't Xiang Tao come? This kind of good thing will not be missing... Hey? Who brought this pig? Is it a pet?"

Xiang Tao, who was concentrating on eating, keenly captured this information that was not conducive to him, and then his face changed: "What did you say? Lebanon (the nickname that Xiang Tao gave Li Suisheng)! You have a habit..."

"Wow! What a beautiful firework!" Someone shouted, and Xiang Tao noticed that a beam of flames rose from the ground not far away, and then burst into the air, like a ju flower, emitting a beautiful golden light.

Fireworks were rising one after another, and crackling sounds were endless. Fireworks were blooming in the dark blue night sky. People's faces were constantly dyed red, yellow, green, purple, and white... Someone turned off the lights. Apart from the flames of barbecue food, there were only these fireworks, illuminating the night sky one by one and illuminating everyone's smiling face.

Several years later, when Xiang Tao saw Zhang Jun raise his arms to say goodbye to the fans of the audience, he was surprised that he didn't expect the little things he was with that silly boy, but instead thought of the fireworks that night, dazzling, beautiful and extremely gorgeous.

Li Yongle sat on the grass, looked at the blooming fireworks, and sighed softly: "So beautiful!"

Chen Wei was chatting with a reporter, but was also attracted by the beauty of the fireworks. "He turned his head and looked quietly at the sky dyed red by the fireworks. His expression on his face was intoxicated and yearning." A long time later, the reporter wrote in an article recalling the development of Chinese football.

When the first fireworks bloomed, Qiu Suhui was lying on the grass with dew hanging on it, joking with Hu Li. Hu Li asked him to find a wife after the Olympics to make his home. Qiu Suhui smiled and said no, no, it was only in his thirty years old, so if it really didn't work, just marry football. But Hu Li said to him very seriously: "Lao Qiu, I have always called you like this, even though I am older than you, that's because I respect your football. But on this issue, you have to listen to my brother's advice and get home. It's not a solution to float around like this. Besides, with a stable family, you will have better energy to devote yourself to your work. Your parents don't want to see you like this, right? Treat three meals a day, stay up late until the early morning every day..."

At this moment, the fireworks bloomed in full swing, attracting everyone's attention. Qiu Suhui's pillows with both hands were looking at the unpredictable fireworks in the sky. Lao Hu said it makes sense. How long has it been since he returned to his hometown in Liaoning to visit his parents, and how long has it been since he contacted her? Think about it carefully, since he became the head coach of the National Olympic Team, his mind is full of football, the future of Chinese football, and the future of these players, but he has never considered his own future. An old saying goes: There are three unfilial things, and no descendants are the greatest. Although parents also understand themselves, they are not young anymore. I have been an unfilial son for the past 38 years!

Well, after the Athens Olympics, I will marry her. I can’t let her wait any longer!

Looking at the fireworks, Qiu Suhui made a wish as if facing a meteor.

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Chapter completed!