Chapter 37

(Yesterday I was so drunk I passed out......)

The feeling of leading is really great... The Chinese team entered the second half with a 1-0 lead.

Fu Bo did not make any substitutions, and neither did Iraq.

A draw would be enough to qualify, and the Chinese team was already at the doorstep of qualification, with one foot already inside.

"It's been a long time since I've watched such a comfortable game. At least my heart is still beating normally..." Yao Shixing, excited, was about to enjoy a whole beer, but just as he put the bottle to his mouth, Iraq scored!

Iraq's veteran Yonis scored a single goal...

This guy almost always scores against the Chinese team; he's a nemesis.

What were the defenders eating? Not only did they lose the man, but their defensive distance was so far apart. Did they really think they were Bolt?

No speed, no skill, no stamina, no awareness—this bunch of guys' defense never improves.

A long-overdue chorus of curses, in Mandarin and Cantonese, rose from the fans.

Before conceding a goal, even if the play was terrible, it could still be forgiven. But once a goal was conceded? Everyone's mood naturally turned sour.

However, everyone seemed to have the same thought—no problem, a draw is still acceptable! It's just that the foot that had stepped in took a step back...

But the voices had not yet subsided.

Iraq scored again?

It was Yonis again...

This old fox has really done a lot of damage to the Chinese team.

Yonis had already scored four times against the Chinese team. In the 2011 friendly match in Qatar, although Yonis scored twice, the Chinese team won 3-2.

However, in the 2014 Brazil World Cup Asian Qualifiers, Iraq won both home and away matches against the Chinese team, with Yonis scoring the decisive goals in both.

In this match, which was crucial for qualifying for the Asian Cup, he scored twice for Iraq again...

I really miss Hao Haidong.

Feng Xiaoting, what are you doing?

The strength of Guangzhou Evergrande does not mean that the defense led by you and Zheng Zhi is strong!

Less than ten minutes after the draw, the Chinese team fell off the cliff?

"Damn!" Yao Shixing quickly took out his phone and opened the browser.

Shouldn't he be happy that the Chinese team lost? At least he would win money, right?

"What are you doing?" Liu Hao asked curiously.

"Watching the Lebanon vs. Thailand match! Damn, look at those guys on the bench, aren't they also looking at their phones?"

Oh... Liu Hao suddenly understood.

As long as the Chinese team's goal difference is better than Lebanon's, even if Lebanon wins, the Chinese team still has a chance to qualify...

"Damn, it's over... Lebanon is leading 5-1..."

Just as Yao Shixing said this, the big screen showed another goal.

"Damn!" Yao Shixing was furious, almost throwing the beer bottle.

1-3 now...

"Stupid Chinese team! Stupid Feng Xiaoting!"

"I told you, it's still the same old line, there are still XX minutes left..." Liu Hao was not as agitated as Yao Shixing, as he had a sense of the game from the beginning.

Watching the Chinese team's matches requires a big heart and the ability to bear the heaviest mood. This is a must for every Chinese fan.

If the score remains like this, Lebanon will qualify, and the Chinese team will say goodbye to the 2015 Asian Cup.

Refresh!

Refresh!

Refresh!

Yao Shixing's fingers frantically pressed the phone buttons.

The game is not over, anything is possible.

Relying on those guys on the big screen to score? Impossible. The only hope is on the strong Thai team.

Could a miracle really be refreshed? Liu Hao's eyes also left the big screen and joined Yao Shixing in looking at the phone.

Perhaps even God couldn't stand it and favored the Chinese team.

The two men's eyes widened.

Did they really score?

"Refresh again, it might be a program error..." Liu Hao urged.

Yao Shixing obediently refreshed twice...

"Ah! Ha ha ha ha, Thailand scored! The score is now 5-2!" Yao Shixing suddenly raised his beer and shouted wildly.

"Yay! Yay!" The others also joined in the cheering.

Why are Chinese fans so content? This is why...

The Chinese team, with the help of Thailand, climbed back to the edge of the cliff.

With a nervous heart, everyone held on until the end of the match, fortunately, the scores of both matches did not change.

The fans in the bar finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief and raised their glasses to celebrate.

But after raising their glasses, were they really that excited?

Although the Chinese team ultimately qualified, was this really a 'victory'?

"Can't even let me have a moment of peace on Women's Day!" Ding ding, Liu Hao's phone rang. He opened it and saw a message from Zhang Yu.

"Did you bet on the Chinese team again?" Liu Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he trembled as he replied.

"Yup..."

Damn woman, why are you so disobedient! Who talked her into betting on the Chinese team this time? A team that can lose at home, can they win away? Liu Hao rolled his eyes, speechless.

"Rat, you're smart, losing is depressing, but winning money!"

"Smart my ass, stupid Chinese team!" After the excitement, Yao Shixing's mood became heavy again, "Damn, I'll never watch the Chinese team's matches again!"

He gulped down the whole beer.

"Been saying that for seventeen years..." Liu Hao was indifferent, who doesn't say that after every match? But when the match comes, they still sit together to watch.

"If I watch again, I'll give you a hundred bucks!" Yao Shixing's face was dark, very unhappy, "Drink up!"

"Then give me the hundred bucks first. You're just like the Chinese team, no need to think, you're bound to lose..."

Even Thailand can lose five goals, so losing to Iraq is normal.

The Chinese team is already a third-rate team in Asia.

When the Chinese team was strong, their performance was actually quite good.

From the historical Asian Cup results, you can see how miserable the current Chinese team is...

In 1960, Ren Bin and Zhang Junxiao, as coaches, won third place.

In 1980, Su Yongshun's national team placed seventh.

In 1984, Zeng Xuelin's national team was the runner-up!

In 1988, Gao Fengwen's team placed fourth.

In 1992, Schappner's national team was the third place.

In 1996, Qi Wusheng led the team to the quarterfinals.

In 2000, Milu's Dragon Team placed fourth.

In 2004, Arie Haan's team was the runner-up, and this edition was held in China, with a good chance of winning, but for the referees...

In 2007 and 2011, Zhu Guanghu and Gao Hongbo both failed to advance from the group stage.

In 2015, only God knows...

Looking at past results, the Chinese team was indeed a strong contender for the championship.

But now, watching the Chinese team play in the Asian Cup is really not as good as watching Guangzhou Evergrande in the AFC Champions League... But it is the national team, after all, a golden nest is not as good as one's own doghouse.

At least the Chinese team 'completed the task.'

It also didn't bring a shadow to the league that was just starting.

In the past, fans wanted the Chinese team to go to the World Cup. This time, they luckily made it to the Asian Cup, so they should be content!

If he were in the national team, would he directly kick the Chinese team into the Asian Cup? Liu Hao suddenly thought of this question.

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