Chapter 22 National Team Debut

Shanghai Hongqiao Stadium is almost full of Chinese fans.

35,000 seats were filled, except for more than 1,000 away fans from Uzbekistan, the rest were all Chinese.

Looking around, the huge Chinese fans seem to have covered Hongqiao Stadium with a fiery coat.

Fans from all over the country are divided into dozens of organizations, and there are countless sub-branches, such as provincial fan associations, local fan associations, etc..

All kinds of banners are posted all over the stadium.

The bright red flag billowed in flames, and the loud noise made by the fans shook the stadium.

This is a rare football event in China, which means that tens of millions of fans across the country are paying attention to this game.

This is a life-and-death battle for Chinese football to qualify for the World Cup, and it is also Yi Le's debut.

This greatly mobilized the enthusiasm of the fans.

Looking at all kinds of slogans, it is dizzying.

'Passion burns, dreams fly! '

'Go all out, worthy of my heart! '

'Why should I applaud, you give me wonderful! '

‘Glory starts now, Chinese team, come on! '

'The dream of the dragon, the soul of the dragon, the spirit of the dragon, the man of the dragon! '

The game has not yet started, and the fans have created a strong and crazy atmosphere.

On the commentary stage at the scene, Huang Jianxiang and Duan Xuan were already in place, and Fan Zhiyi also appeared on the commentary stage as a guest commentator.

"This is the Shanghai Hongqiao Stadium. The 2018 World Cup in Russia, the Asian qualifiers, and the match between China and Uzbekistan in Group A will begin soon."

"This is an exciting moment. Enthusiastic fans have filled the entire stadium, creating a devil's home stadium that belongs to China. I believe that under the belief of fans that they must win, Chinese football will also usher in a new change."

Duan Xuan answered excitedly; "That's right! I think the fans in front of the TV have already understood the importance of this game.

This is a very crucial game for us, we have no retreat, but I believe that the Chinese players will resist this pressure and bring us a wonderful game, just like the slogan on the stands, unite as one, create Soul of the Dragon! "

"Appeared!! Players from both sides walked into the court, ready to warm up before the game!!"

As soon as Huang Jianxiang's words fell, the whole scene burst into loud cheers.

This burst of cheers was so overwhelming that it almost overturned the entire scene, and the ground was trembling.

A close-up of Yi Le appeared on the big screen.

He is wearing a red national team jersey with a golden number 21 on his back.

This all shows that the super midfielder belonging to China has officially stepped on the stage of the World Championship!

Easy music! ! ! ! ! !

Easy music! ! ! ! ! !

Easy music! ! ! ! ! !

Easy music! ! ! ! ! !

The neat shouts at the scene were deafening.

More than 30,000 Chinese fans were shouting with all their might.

They had longed for this day for too long, and the expectations squeezed in their hearts were fulfilled, and they vented out in one go, and the cheers swept the entire stadium like a storm.

As soon as Yi Le stepped out of the court, he heard this trembling cheer.

He could feel the anticipation embedded in the fans.

At this moment, he became the only protagonist on the court.

Facing the crazy fans, Yi Le bowed to the four stands to thank him, and got crazy applause from the fans.

"Tsk... so popular!" Fan Zhiyi said with a grin on the commentary stage.

His tone was sour, but there was a happy smile on his face.

Huang Jianxiang was also looking forward to it. He turned his head and asked, "Teacher Fan, you have also played in the Premier League before. For a player like Yi Le, how important is he to a team?"

Fan Zhiyi glanced at Huang Jianxiang and knew what the other party meant, so... blow it up.

"Irreplaceable!" Fan Zhiyi said solemnly: "A player like Xiao Le is not a midfielder like Pogba, he is the core. You must understand the importance of a core player. This kind of player can fill the team's shortcomings." It can also raise the upper limit of the team. Just like this summer window, Paris 250 million, Juventus sold out 240 million, Real Madrid, Barcelona and Blue Moon have spared no effort to promote this transfer, there is a reason for this.”

"A player like Xiao Le is the key to the impact of ordinary teams against giants, and also the key to the success of giants. Moreover, he is only 21 years old. Do you know what this means? It means that he still has ten years to come. Career lifespan, and when he hits his prime around 25, how scary is he going to be with what he's doing?"

"So, Xiao Le's coming to the national team is more important than any other reinforcement, because he is the core, he can fill in the shortcomings, and he can also improve the upper limit!"

Fan Zhiyi's voice was broadcast to all parts of the country through the live broadcast.

The fans who are following the game are also relieved.

"Teacher Fan's comment is very comfortable!"

"This is the truth!"

"It's over!"

"Blowing Yile is politically correct!"

"It's a bit overblown, but...I like it!"

"Don't keep facing the commentary booth, I want to watch Yi Le, and I also want to watch for warm-up."

"That's right! If you don't broadcast it again, the broadcaster will deduct your salary!!"

"Brother broadcaster is one centimeter shorter!!"

Perhaps feeling the strong resentment from the fans, the camera turned to Yi Le who was warming up.

Yi Le was juggling the ball, but he didn't look down at the ball, but shook his head from side to side, as if he was looking at the stands curiously. The problem was that the ball was bouncing very rhythmically and didn't fall.

Seeing this scene, the fans gasped.

"This sense of the ball is awesome!!"

"Jumping the ball without looking at the ball is the only one in the world!"

"It's so comfortable to watch Yi Le juggle the ball, and the movements are very stretched and easy."

"Yi Le's father said in an interview that Yi Le insists on practicing his sense of the ball every day. This is a stunt honed over the years!"

"Look, those players from Uzbekistan are watching Yi Le!"

"Hey, do you have the feeling when our players watched Fei Luo in 2002?"

"The Uzbekistan players seem nervous!"

"Nonsense, this game is very important for both teams. In the past, the two national teams could fight each other, but now the Chinese team's midfielder is nuclear!"

"Uzbekistan: Ruthless!!"

Half an hour later, the warm-up was over and the players returned to the locker room.

In the locker room of the Chinese team, Lippi stood in the middle and encouraged loudly; "Don't be afraid of making mistakes, you have to remember that we are very strong, pass the ball to the strongest point, pass the ball to Yi, let Yi Lai drive the rhythm .”

Lippi's words were translated and conveyed, and the other players nodded.

At this time, Lippi approached Yi Le and sat next to him, while the assistant coach squatted in front, holding a tactical board.

Lippi drew a straight line along the right wing on the tactical board, and said: "We play defensive counterattacks in this game, 4-4-2 formation, Yi, you are responsible for organizing the rhythm of offense and defense. Resolutely move forward."

He pointed to the lines on the right.

"In this game, you can use your personal ability to make a breakthrough. The right is your battlefield. The task I give you is very simple. On the one hand, you are responsible for sorting out the rhythm, and on the other hand, you can penetrate the right! Can you do it?"

Yi Lening nodded and said, "Understood, sir!"

"Very good!" Lippi patted Yi Le on the shoulder, turned his head and shouted; "Boys, get ready to fight."

He clapped his hands vigorously, encouraging morale: "Don't be afraid, don't be timid, defend firmly, and focus on the two wings, understand?"

"clear!!"

The players shouted.

Two minutes later, the players of the Chinese team walked out of the locker room and came to the player tunnel to stand in line.

Yi Le stood among the team members. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he could feel the heat in his chest.

He picked up the jersey, lowered his head and kissed the team emblem, and then patted it lightly twice.

The battle begins!