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"... Chinese team head coach Jorge Dillon answered some questions from reporters at the post-match press conference after losing to the Netherlands... After Hu Lai equalized the score, Dillon replaced Ou Yangjin with Guo Junfu . This substitution was considered to be the main reason why the Chinese team conceded the ball at the last moment after the game. Without the protection of Ou Yangjin in the midfield, the Chinese team could only let the cramped Xia Xiaoyu defend Kyrie, which was also the Dutch team's counterattack. Starting point. If it were Ou Yangjin, maybe Kyrie wouldn't be able to dribble the ball through the midfield easily...

"In response to this question, Dillon said at the press conference that he made such a substitution because he hoped to win the game in regular time. As far as the situation was concerned, he also believed in his team. Can win. Based on this judgment, he made that substitution. He didn't think there was any problem with the substitution. Of course, the game did not develop in the direction he expected, and he was helpless. But he would not take it for himself. He regretted the decision to replace Ou Yangjin with Guo Junfu, and he insisted that it was the right decision.

"As for why Chen Xingyi was not replaced until the 74th minute... Dillon changed his previous insistence and directly admitted that he had made a mistake. His original tactical focus was on solid defense, so he did not respond in time. Sent Chen Xingyi. He admitted at the press conference that if Chen Xingyi was played at the beginning of the second half and the offense was increased, the final result might be different from what it is now... Therefore, Dillon believed that the responsibility for the loss lay solely with him as the main player. Coach, he takes full responsibility for that.

"... Dillon's contract with the Chinese Football Association expires on July 30 this year. Although there are still more than 20 days, considering that after the World Cup until July 30, the national team will have no games. So if If the two parties do not renew the contract, the game against the Netherlands will be the last game that Dillon leads the Chinese team...

"However, after the Chinese team reached the quarterfinals, a reporter revealed that the Chinese Football Association was negotiating with Dillon to renew his contract. After watching this World Cup, I personally support the Football Association and Dillon's contract renewal. It is best to renew the contract directly. In four years, let him lead the team to the next local World Cup in China... The next local World Cup, under the leadership of a famous coach and with more mature players, I believe we can even look forward to the top four! Why the top four? Strong? Because Asian teams should win the World Cup semi-finals with dignity!"

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Qin Lin opened the door of the cabin lavatory and saw translator Yu Jintao standing outside the door.

"Hey, what are you waiting for?" He said hello reflexively.

"By the way, by the way." Yu Jintao stepped aside and said to him, "The old man asked you to go to his seat."

"Okay." Qin Lin was a little surprised, but still agreed.

After coming out of the bathroom,

He walked over to head coach Jorge Dillon, who was in the first row of the first-class cabin.

"Qin, are you here? Come on, come on, sit here." When Dilong saw Qin Lin, he patted the empty seat next to him.

That was supposed to be the seat of translator Yu Jintao, but now that Yu Jintao went to the toilet, Qin Lin took the seat.

After watching Qin Lin sit down, Dilong asked, "What are your plans next, Qin?"

"Me? I'm still the head coach of the South China Tigers." Qin Lin replied. "The contract hasn't expired yet."

Dillon nodded and then asked, "Are you interested in coaching the national team?"

Qin Lin stared at Dillon with wide eyes. He didn't expect the old man to ask so directly.

"It's okay, Qin, just tell the truth."

"Yes... yes." Qin Lin was a little hesitant at first, but he answered in the affirmative quickly and simply.

"How about you become the head coach of this team?"

It's too direct...

Qin Lin still couldn't help complaining in his heart.

He knew that the Football Association was recently negotiating with Dillon to renew his contract.

At the same time, as someone close to Dillon, he also knew the specific progress - unlike outside rumors, Dillon and the Football Association hit it off immediately and signed the new contract just after returning to China.

On the contrary, Qin Lin knew that Dillon hadn't even decided whether to renew his contract with the Chinese team, let alone anything like signing...

He didn't know why Dillon didn't renew his contract with the Football Association at first, because he couldn't think of a reason not to renew his contract.

But now that I heard Dillon say this, could it be that... he was doing it for himself?

Qin Lin looked at Dilong in shock.

From Qin Lin's expression, Dillon guessed his thoughts and said with a smile: "If you plan to take over, I will let you. If you don't plan to take over, then I will continue to coach."

"Why?" Qin Lin asked doubtfully. He was really surprised that Dilong seemed to think highly of him. "I mean why are you doing this..."

"My energy is limited. Your Football Association wants me to lead the team for another World Cup, but I really can't. Even if I have to renew my contract, I won't renew it for four years." Dillon shook his head.

"I am 70 years old this year, the oldest head coach in this World Cup. Seventy-four years later, as a head coach, this is already a very old age. It is difficult for me to guarantee that I will still be there at that time. Have quick thinking and abundant energy. For example, in our game against the Netherlands, I made a very serious mistake. I failed to make a correct judgment on the game situation during the halftime break and failed to replace the star. .Making the team passive for a long time in the second half..."

Having said this, he spread his hands:

"My mind has started to become dull. That's why I asked you if you are interested. If you are, I will not renew my contract with your Football Association."

Qin Lin lowered his head and fell into silence.

Dillon didn't press him for an answer, he just looked at him and waited quietly.

It wasn't until Yu Jintao came out of the bathroom that Qin Lin said: "I am indeed interested, Mr. Dillon. It can even be said that my ultimate goal of becoming a coach after retiring is to coach the Chinese national team. But... I think I am not ready yet. This time I came to the World Cup, I learned a lot, but I still need to thoroughly digest and master what I have learned through practice. The national team, a platform that usually does not have many competitions, is not suitable. Me now."

He chose to refuse openly, even though Dhillon's trust and support really won him over.

Dillon nodded: "I understand, I understand. You are very smart and know what you need and what you should do. You also have a very clear plan for your coaching career, so I won't interrupt your plan. But...but next year I would also like to invite you to join my coaching team during the Asian Cup held in your country. I wonder if you are still interested?"

Qin Lin didn't expect that Dillon would offer him such an olive branch after he had already rejected him. He nodded hastily: "Of course, of course. It's an honor for me to be able to study with you!"

Dillon laughed when he got an affirmative answer: "Then it's a deal."

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Luo Kai sat in his seat, fastened his seat belt, and turned his head to look through the porthole at the earth below.

Just now, a beep sounded in the cabin, telling all passengers that they had flown into Chinese airspace and that there were only a few hours of flight time left to their destination capital.

As it was getting closer and closer to going home, Luo Kai's mood did not improve at all.

He didn't even dare to sleep.

Because as soon as I close my eyes, I will think of the game against the Netherlands.

Reminds me of the scene when he failed to destroy the football first and allowed Robin Feeney to kick the football into the goal in front of him.

Recalling that he failed to shoot the good ball passed by Hulay towards the goal in time, causing the football to be destroyed by the Dutch defender and out of the baseline. It was this corner kick that gave the Dutch team the opportunity to counterattack.

In fact, he could think of these without closing his eyes. These pictures were like a movie playing on a loop in his mind, forcing him to watch it over and over again.

Wang Guangwei walked past his seat and stopped when he saw Luo Kai looking directly at him.

"Still thinking about it?" he asked.

Luo Kai turned around and saw that this sentence was said by Wang Guangwei, and showed a wry smile: "How can I not think about it? My words don't count..."

Wang Guangwei put his hand on his shoulder: "Don't think about it. Didn't I tell you after the game? Although the knockout rounds of this World Cup are over, there is more than one World Cup. Can't we come back to the next one? Already?"

"Then we have to wait four years..." Luo Kai clenched his fists, "Who knows what will happen in four years?"

Faced with Luo Kai's question, Wang Guangwei was unable to give a particularly confident answer.

Because it is. In the football world, who knows if you can still maintain your form and health after four years, and whether you can still play football stably in the club...

If anything here doesn't go as you wish, the final result is likely to be far from what you expected.

Seeing that Wang Guangwei fell silent, Luo Kai said: "So you see, Captain Wang. No one knows what the future will bring. Looking at it now, I have indeed failed to fulfill my promise. Why should I do something that I can do but haven't done now?" Push it to four years later?”

When Wang Guangwei heard what he said, he suddenly nodded and said, "Then don't make any promises. Let's make an agreement, Luo Kai."

"Promise?" Luo Kai was confused.

"Well, it's a promise. Let's agree to meet at the next World Cup. If we can both participate in the World Cup by then, you can pay me back for the knockout match. What do you think?"

Luo Kai didn't expect Wang Guangwei to say that.

"If you don't want to owe a favor, then you have to work hard." Wang Guangwei smiled at him.

Luo Kai said seriously: "Okay, this time I promise to keep my word!"

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Ou Yangjin turned her eyes back from Luo Kai and Wang Guangwei, then covered her mouth with her hand, lowered her voice and said to Xia Xiaoyu beside her:

"Actually, I never figured it out..."

"What didn't you understand?" Xia Xiaoyu asked him.

"Didn't the King always say that in the World Cup four years ago, because he did not continue to attack after tying with Brazil, he missed the chance to qualify in the group. So he has always regretted it, and everyone who participated in the last World Cup regretted it. ?"

Xia Xiaoyu nodded: "Yes, I regret it too. If we had worked harder, we might have qualified for the group in the last World Cup. By the time this World Cup comes, we will have the experience to play in the knockout rounds. It’s not like we fought so fiercely with England in the first knockout match and ended up benefiting the Dutch fishermen..."

Ou Yangjin said: "But this time we chose to keep attacking after equalizing the score, but we still didn't win... So what's the point of doing this?"

Xia Xiaoyu looked at Ou Yangjin: "Meaning?"

"Yes." Ou Yangjin nodded and expressed all the doubts in his heart, "I know we are braver this time than four years ago. But if we still lose in the end, won't it show that our bravery is in vain? It’s meaningless. After all, we are better, but we still lose. Isn’t it more frustrating?”

Hearing what Ou Yangjin said, Xia Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing: "You...you said that, don't we have to play until the finals and win the championship for it to be meaningful? It's not that easy! This is the World Cup. I personally understand that we fought with the Dutch team until the end and still wanted to beat them. The significance of this matter is that we defeated ourselves four years ago. This is very important."

"Why is it important?" Ou Yangjin's frowned brows still did not relax.

"It's so important that this is the foundation and core. Without this foundation and core, everything in the future will not be established. Winning or losing depends on luck, Ou Yangjin. In a game, it doesn't mean that you will win if you do your best. But the game Winning or losing cannot just depend on luck. If we fail to do even the most basic things and rely purely on luck, then we may only win one game in a hundred games. But only with this foundation can we talk about winning or losing. possible."

As Xia Xiaoyu spoke, he turned around and looked around at his teammates in the cabin.

Some of them were listening to music with headphones on, some were concentrating with their eyes closed, and some were chatting with other people, but they couldn't hear clearly amidst the noise in the cabin.

Even the chat between him and Ou Yangjin was difficult to convey beyond the two rows in front and behind.

"In the last game of the World Cup four years ago, Brother Hu scored three goals. After the game, the referee gave the game ball to Brother Hu. Brother Hu later took it back to the locker room and asked the whole team to sign it. This The ball will probably be put in the museum that Brother Hu is building. Do you know the name of the game ball?"

Ou Yangjin was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out the answer: "The heart of a champion."

It was the first time that the Chinese team reached the World Cup finals, so he has a particularly deep memory of everything in that World Cup.

"Yes, Heart of a Champion. But don't you think the name is a bit ironic?"

"Satire?"

"Well. We obviously still have a little time after equalizing the score. If we include injury time, it's almost ten minutes. But we didn't think about trying to work harder and defeat the Brazilian team. Everyone is satisfied. The result of a draw with Brazil. This ended our first World Cup... And then we also signed a football called 'Champion's Heart'. Don't you think this is ironic? Where do we have a 'championship'? Heart'?"

Having said this, Xia Xiaoyu smiled mockingly.

After laughing, he became serious again and said to Ou Yangjin:

"Now, I can confirm that we truly have this 'championship heart'. With this heart, we can go further and better in the future."

Ou Yangjin looked at Xia Xiaoyu. After hearing this, he seemed stunned and did not speak immediately.

But after a while, he shook his head with a painful expression: "I know you are right, Xiaoyu. But... of course we can continue to go, but if we lose this game and this World Cup, Some people...have no way to move on."

"That's why we have to work harder and keep going down for them." Xia Xiaoyu said. "I believe we will perform better four years from now than we did this time!"

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Even at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the staff of CCTV's documentary filming team are still working.

But everyone knows that this is the final work of the documentary.

They filmed from the time the team set off until the team returned home.

It can be regarded as having a beginning and an end.

Now the cameraman Cheng Guansheng is pointing the camera lens at Zhang Qinghuan, while the reporter throws questions to Zhang Qinghuan outside the camera and asks him to answer.

"Would it be a pity to lose the game? After all, you will be thirty-four years old in four years..."

"Of course there will be regrets, but it has nothing to do with four years later. Anyone who loses the current World Cup will be very sorry." Zhang Qinghuan shook his head.

"Will the World Cup in China in four years be your last World Cup?"

"Maybe." Zhang Qinghuan nodded after thinking for a moment, "After all, I will be thirty-eight years old in the next World Cup..."

When he said this, his eyes glanced out of the camera, as if he had seen through time and space.

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"Coming, coming, they're coming!"

A burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the waiting crowd gathered on the airport tarmac.

Everyone raised their heads, built tents with their hands, and looked at the sky.

Then I saw a plane with a special painting appearing in everyone's field of vision.

This plane is the special plane used by all members of the Chinese team.

A month ago, they took this plane from China to Madrid, Spain, to prepare for the World Cup.

A month later, the same plane took them back from Spain.

Even the crew members are the same.

How could the previous Chinese team be able to enjoy such treatment?

Not to mention chartering a private plane, you will be scolded for bringing two extra cooks.

This is entirely because their past performance was so poor that everyone felt they were not worthy of this level of treatment.

Now that my grades are good, everything falls into place.

People on the ground waiting to welcome the national team waved their national flags after seeing the plane.

Hopefully it will catch the attention of the international players in the sky.

The national players really noticed.

Through the portholes, they saw the crowd gathered below and the flashing "red dot" - which should be the national flag they were waving in their hands, shining in the sun.

"So many people came to pick us up..."

"Fuck, this battle..."

"We didn't win the championship either... Why is there such a huge crowd?"

Everyone looked at the dense crowd on the ground and murmured to themselves in an incredible tone.

Most of them have not recovered from the sadness and unwillingness of being eliminated, and they do not feel that they are heroes or meritorious officials.

The fans were so enthusiastic, but it made them feel guilty.

In the lenses of documentary photographers, seeing such a touching scene, there were not many smiles on the faces of the Chinese players.

It's like a child who only scored 60 points on the exam goes home to a table of meals cooked by his parents with perfect marks.

They are so overwhelmed that they don’t even dare to step into their homes…

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As the fuselage vibrated, the plane landed smoothly on the runway.

Then begin taxiing to the designated tarmac area.

Those small and dense crowds in the sky turned into clearer individuals.

Among them are ordinary fans, leaders of the Football Association and the General Administration, media reporters, and airport ground staff.

With smiles and expectations on their faces, each of them saluted the plane approaching them.

The huge fuselage was wrapped around a giant dragon with red scales and golden claws. Directly in front of the dragon's open mouth, there was a burning football at the nose of the aircraft.

This is the special plane for the Chinese national men’s football team’s World Cup trip.

When the plane came to a slow stop, the ramp car covered with red carpet approached for docking.

Everyone and the camera were focused on the cabin door.

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Qin Lin stood at the front row of the cabin aisle, holding the stewardess's microphone and saying:

"Cheer up! There are so many people coming to welcome you, don't show off in front of them! The reason why our team exists is because of them!"

Qin Lin waved his hand and pointed out the window.

"I know that many people were unwilling to be eliminated at the last moment and were very unhappy. But now, let's put the emotions away, reflect and criticize, and wait until we go back to Hongmaple Ridge to do it behind closed doors. Now, laugh, Don’t let them down!”

His gaze was like a sword, sweeping over them one by one.

Seeing that the gloomy expressions on the faces of the players already waiting in the aisle had subsided, he returned the microphone to the stewardess and said politely: "Thank you."

The flight attendant quickly waved her hand, and after taking the microphone, she said eloquently:

"Welcome the Chinese national men's football team back to the motherland. Our flight has arrived safely at the China Capital International Airport. Thank you for your wonderful performance in the World Cup. No matter what the result is, you are the heroes in the hearts of all of us. Thank you! We look forward to it. See you again in four years!"

The cabin door was slowly opened.

Thunderous applause and cheers came from outside, sweeping through the cabin like a gust of wind.

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All the Chinese team players who got off the plane stood in two rows under the gangway.

They were all wearing uniform navy blue national team suits, with their hands behind their backs, like a group of well-behaved and obedient students.

In front of them were the lenses of photographers and videographers, densely packed with guns and cannons, responsible for recording this scene in the form of videos and photos.

Photographers from the CCTV documentary team were also among them.

Behind and on both sides of the photographer are dense crowds of people, all of whom are fan representatives.

Thousands of people were present.

Outside the airport, there may be tens of thousands of people.

They are all here to welcome the Chinese team home.

The cheers that sounded when the Chinese team players appeared at the door of the cabin have gradually subsided, and the scene is now very quiet.

As the captain of the Chinese team, Wang Guangwei is thanking everyone for their support and welcome on behalf of the whole team, and also expressing his determination.

"... We are flattered by the warm welcome given to us by leaders, fans and media friends. But we also know that our performance is still far from everyone's expectations... The quarterfinals will not be the end of our struggle. Our performance in this World Cup will definitely not be a flash in the pan. In the local World Cup four years later, my teammates and I will definitely try our best to deserve everyone's love for us!"

There was warm applause.

After the applause, the host said in an excited voice: "As expected of the captain, well said! Next...can we please say a few words for our Golden Boot?"

Although the World Cup is still in progress, Hulay, who has scored eight goals, has almost locked up the Golden Boot. It is impossible for anyone else to threaten his position on the World Cup scorer list.

There are four players currently tied for second on the scorer list, namely Argentina's Mellie Banega, England's Marvin Stones, Sweden's Emond Pettersson, and France's Mendy Paye.

All four of them scored three goals.

Moreover, the teams of these four people have also been eliminated, and it is impossible to refresh their goals.

Players from the remaining four teams can only score two goals at most, and it is impossible to score six goals in the next two games.

In this way, Hu Lai will win the World Cup Golden Boot Award for two consecutive years. Although he is now back in China with the team, he will have to return to Spain when the day comes for the World Cup final. Receive your Golden Boot trophy at the awards ceremony after the final.

As the captain, Wang Guangwei spoke on behalf of the Chinese team as a collective.

Giving Hu Lai, the top star of the Chinese team, a chance to speak alone can be regarded as a special treatment for the Golden Boot.

Hu Lai, who was originally standing next to Wang Guangwei, did not refuse. He took the microphone from Wang Guangwei's hand.

Look at the camera lens and look at countless pairs of eyes.

He said:

"Everyone knows that I have a dream..."

Before he finished speaking, the fans at the scene were already in a commotion.

Amid the commotion, Hu Lai continued: "What I want to say is that the dream has not changed until now. We will work hard to realize it!"

The commotion turned into deafening cheers.

The camera shutter sounds nonstop.

The Chinese team players standing beside Hu Lai and behind him all looked at him.

The camera in Cheng Guansheng's hand swept over the faces of the players one after another, and each of them had a different expression.

Some were surprised, some were shocked, some were calm, and some were smiling.

He is already looking forward to the World Cup in China four years later.

(The seventh volume of the legend continues)

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PS, after I get up, there will be a summary at the end of the volume.

The next time I write a summary, it will be the final summary...

Thank you all for your understanding and tolerance during this time, thank you!