The Dutch team reached the World Cup final again after 32 years, while the Chinese team that lost the game could only compete for third place.

"Don't be sad!"

"Don't suffer!"

"Although the Chinese team lost, we shed the last drop of blood. We are still honored even though we lose. The semi-finals are not failures. The Chinese team has achieved unprecedented success in this World Cup. We should not be pessimistic and painful. They are still our heroes."

"Let's give them the warmest applause!"

"Also, don't forget! Dong Fangzhuo has scored 21 goals, he has set a new World Cup record for total goals, with Ronaldo's 19 goals in the second place."

“From this point, we are the number one in the world.”

The Chinese team has been lagging behind during the game, so everyone forgot that Dong Fangzhuo broke such an important record no one mentioned it!

Thinking about it now, all Chinese people suddenly realized...

The live footage was aimed at the Dutch players who won the victory...

The moment the whistle sounded, Dong Fangzhuo did not move. He stood outside the Dutch team's penalty area, a little stunned.

Just one step away from reaching the finals.

If we can work harder, we will be more awesome...

Sneider had come to him at some point.

Without saying anything, he stretched out his right hand and hugged him in his arms. He hugged 1.70 head around 1.85 head, which looked extremely inconsistent, and it looked more like Sneijder was seeking comfort from Dong Fangzhuo...

In fact, Dong Fangzhuo's mentality is pretty good. After all, he was a human being for two lifetimes and was not as painful as he imagined.

"I'm sorry, man, I won."

"I will bring back the World Cup medal and give it to you. You are already great, you are the legend of this World Cup."

Sneider's eyes were also wet, and he felt sad for his friends on one side.

His ability to grow rapidly this year and get everything is entirely the confidence that Dong Fangzhuo brings him.

But now he stepped on Dong Fangzhuo's body and advanced.

He didn't know how to speak very much. This was the best language he could think of. In fact, he had thought about this sentence for a long time before the game, thinking that if Dong Fangzhuo won, he should say something to comfort him.

Dong Fangzhuo's mouth twitched for a moment, and then said lightly: "Fake, I'm fine."

"You have to get used to losing once a while."

"Isn't it just a loss to the semi-finals? What's so awesome..."

"Dong..." Sneider looked at Dong Fangzhuo in surprise, "No, I understand this kind of pain. Don't force yourself to hold on. If you want to cry, just cry..."

"Get out, cry!" Dong Fangzhuo pushed him away, "It's nothing. We have created a great history. This time we failed. We are still here in the Brazil World Cup. The Brazil World Cup is not possible. We still have the next one!"

"Oh, I hope so, as long as you're fine, then...I'm going to celebrate?"

"Get out!" Dong Fangzhuo said angrily, but then he remembered something and quickly spoke again.

"Wait a moment."

"Uh," Sneider paused again, turned around and smiled, "I know you still want my shoulders."

"Let Robbendo practice a single shot, maybe it can come in handy in the final..."

"This..." Sneider was a little confused. Why did he discuss the finals? He touched Guangguang's head.

"I'll tell him."

After Sneider left, Dong Fangzhuo began to look for his national teammates.

Everyone sat on the grass weakly like a plague chicken, either wading down or lying down. Anyway, they were defeated roosters.

In the World Cup final, what is life? Maybe there is only one time, and the Chinese team failed. All the previous successes are not enough to hide the pain of this failure!

Clauchen had already walked onto the stadium and comforted his disciples one by one. He was also in tears, but he had already wiped it clean.

Dong Fangzhuo walked towards his teammates and touched everyone's heads all the way.

"Stop crying, we can reach this day without failing at all, it can only be said to be a pity."

"We have started over the 2014 World Cup in Brazil."

“We have proven that we can fight against any team in the world, and any team will be afraid of us.”

“…”

"Hurry up, we're going to thank the fans, who are much more vulnerable than us."

"Without them, we are nothing."

“…”

At this moment, no Chinese player left the scene.

Feeling sad,

My heart really hurts, and I feel even more distressed to the warriors on the field who fought to the last moment.

Give them applause and cheers.

"Zeng Cheng,"

“Good!”

"Li Weifeng, good looks!"

“…”

"Dong Fangzhuo, good example!"

The fans cheered each player's name, not missing even one.

The national team leader has been hiding on the bench and burying his head in the corner. After hearing the cheers of the fans, he wiped his tears with his sleeves and looked at everyone with a smile again.

Not easy,

In fact, this is such a wonderful World Cup...

"Our World Cup is not over yet. We still have a third place in the World Cup to compete for. We will know whether it is Germany or Spain tomorrow night."

"We are still enjoying the World Cup!"

"Let us continue to support the Chinese team!"

Chinese players quietly dispersed on the football field, while Sneider and others were still celebrating...

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In the player channel, Dong Fangzhuo and Clauchen walked side by side, and his right hand naturally hit Clauchen's shoulder.

"Mr. Clauchen, you are already the greatest football coach in the world."

"Believe me, no one."

"This..." Crowchen blinked slightly, "Are you considering comforting me?"

"No, no, no, I didn't comfort you. I want to replace the achievements we have made with another coach. It is definitely impossible to achieve such results. You are the true godfather of Chinese football."

godfather?

Clauchen was slightly stunned again. The evaluation of these two words was really too high. But is Dong Fangzhuo's evaluation accurate?

He suddenly laughed.

"Dong, don't put a high hat on me. We have nothing to do. I still want to go to the Brazil World Cup."

"Yes, but first we have to play the third place game."

"If we can't enter the finals, we may be able to win a third place?"

The two have been together for more than six years, both mentors and friends, and they talk very happily...

Then Dong Fangzhuo suddenly stopped and frowned.

"Mr. Clauchen, I suddenly feel that everything we did was wrong."

"?" What's going on? What did we do wrong? Is it because we failed?

"I don't understand." Even though Clauchen has lived for more than 60 years, he still has not understood what he did wrong. Isn't your words inconsistent? I just praised me, but why are you saying that you did wrong now?

"We lack a champion heart." Dong Fangzhuo slowly spoke these words.

"Champion Heart." Clauchen also slowly read these four words.

"Champion Heart." He repeated it again, and suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Yes, we lack the heart to win!"

These four words are like enlightenment. From beginning to end, the Chinese team has never thought about the championship. Even if it reaches the semi-finals, no one in the Chinese team has ever mentioned winning the championship, and even if it reaches the World Cup final, it is rarely mentioned.

The concept that we have been instilled in the players before the game is that we reached the semi-finals, do our best in the finals, and don’t have any pressure. We have always relieved the pressure.

Even when Dong Fangzhuo comforted his teammates just now, he kept emphasizing that the Chinese team had already achieved great success and had never thought about winning the championship.

But that was just what he comforted his teammates.
To be continued...