Chapter 607

Penglai team won the championship!

This can be called a miracle of shock to the whole world. As the Chinese football commentator waved his fist in front of the screen, he cried out in tears: "our Chinese team has won the championship!"

This voice roared bravely and breathlessly.

Countless fans in front of the TV can't help crying when they see and hear it. In front of the barbecue stand, no matter who they know or don't know, they all hug each other and shout for this team in the distance with the warmest and most excited voice. They can't be proud any more.

How many years of humiliating burden, how many years of being looked down upon by crooked nuts, finally, finally, the Chinese football stand up!

There are excited fans are rushed out of the house, running hugs, excited crying.

Penglai team won the championship, for the whole Chinese football a snow before shame, let countless fans can not help but feel excited, want to shout, big Chinese football stand up!

"Penglai football team!"

"Penglai football team!"

"Penglai football team!"

The scene was boiling. Countless fans in bright red stood up, holding high the national flag of China, shouting Penglai football team. The voice was like a wave, like a rainbow.

"Penglai football team, you are the pride of Huaxia."

"You are Chinese heroes!"

"Finally won the championship, our Huaxia team won the championship in the World League!"

……

Countless people can't help wiping their tears when they shout. It's worth it, it's worth it. Countless fans from China feel proud to witness this great moment.

Football is like a magic spell of China, which can never be cracked, but will be ridiculed by people all over the world.

Today, Penglai football team from China finally broke the seal of the magic spell. Here, in front of people all over the world, it proves that Chinese people can also win the championship in the football field.

"Congratulations."

D Luo listens to the whole audience's cry, the corners of his mouth show a smile, the expression also has the sadness, but has the demeanor to come over to congratulate.

"Thank you." An Su Dong exchanges the jersey with him, "you are also my very respectful opponent."

D Luo Sa ran a smile, eyes some sad, said: "originally this year is intended to win the World League trophy for the motherland for the last time, but failed."

"But..."

He paused for a moment, looking at the green grass under his feet, his eyes were wet. "At the last moment of my career, I'm very happy to meet you opponents with strength and ability. You deserve to win. Chinese football has finally reached the peak."

What is called the gentleman's character, what is called the enthusiasm for football, what is called the highest quality of this sport, all are reflected in D Luo, winning not arrogant, losing not discouraged, can accept their own failure, also can praise the opponent's wonderful.

With a faint smile, an Sudong said that there are age limits for any sport. D Luo is old, but an Sudong admired D Luo's dedication to football. This kind of opponent is admirable.

He and D Luo gently hugged, and then watched D Luo reluctant to leave the game.

On the podium, Zhan Yinfan, together with all the staff of the Football Association, stood under the podium and was looking at an Sudong with a smile as they stepped onto the podium.

Zhan Yinfan shook hands with an Sudong, then handed him the world league's huge cup. "It's a great honor you've won. I'm proud of your wonderful performance."

An Sudong held the cup up, then raised it high, yelled at the overwhelming flash of media reporters, "from today on, the world football world is my world of an Sudong!"

"Yes

"Ansudong, I love you!"

……

The whole stadium was boiling with applause. Red flags fluttered in every corner of the stadium, fluttering and hunting!

Zhan Yinfan smiles, does not feel an Sudong arrogant, claps.

After this competition, there is no doubt that an Suo Dong has successfully become the top player in the world. This kind of player is qualified to be arrogant in front of people all over the world.

He took out the medals one by one from the plate brought by the staff behind, and then put them on by an Sudong. The national anthem sounded, and the march of great China resounded into the sky.

Listening to the magnificent March of China, Wang Weijie couldn't help crying, "Mr. an, we really won."

He always thought it was a dream, secretly pinched his thigh next to him, and felt zhenima's pain. It turned out that all this was true.

"Wang Weijie, you have to be proud when you cry. Ma De, Lao Tzu has also won the medal in the world football match, which will be enough for me to play all my life in the future." Cui Yong's face is full of pride, but his hands behind him are shaking with excitement.

Gavin rubbed the medal in his hand and held it in his hand. He held his head high and yelled in his heart. We did it. We won.

"Can this be drunk?"

A Niu didn't come out at the right time.

"Ah?"

More than a dozen people looked at him at the same time. A Niu put the medal in his mouth and bit it. Then he scolded: "I'm so stingy. It's just gold."

"Ha ha ha..."

After a group of people were surprised, they couldn't help laughing freely. Fan Xi was the happiest.

"Younger martial brother, you're stupid. If it were chocolate, it would have been eaten up."

Fan Xi put his arm on ah Niu and said with a smile: "but it doesn't matter. When we go back, we can sell him. It's worth a lot of money. We can make good wine and meat at will."

“……”

When a group of people heard this, ten thousand grass mud horses rushed by on their heads. Zhan Yinfan coughed awkwardly and looked at other members of the Football Association. They all looked sad and laughing, but they were speechless.

Compared with other people, only this pair of big heart brothers have this strange idea.

You know, this is the world league championship medal. The people who get it are not all regarded as a lifetime honor. Holding it like a baby, they are afraid of losing it in their hands and melting it in their mouth. Who is willing to sell it?

As for the media reporters who recorded this conversation, they were even more ironic. They just took it as a joke after winning the game. On the contrary, they made people in the world feel that the players of Penglai team were more lovely.

"President Zhan Yinfan, is there nothing else?" Wang Weijie kicks the medal and stares at the president of the Football Association.

"No more." Zhan Yinfan laughs.

"Well, Mr. ANN, let's go!" Wang Weijie was the first to jump off the podium.

An Sudong naturally understood his meaning, nodded and led everyone to jump down, then raised the cup high, and a group of people ran around the court.