The situation became one of complete domination, with Japan completely overwhelming Japan in the fight.
Intercept the ball, cross, pass to the wing, run low, cross again.
A simple long pass and cross. Threatening the Japanese goal time and again.
The Japanese fans were quiet, and the scene became strange. Only our drums, gongs, and shouts, the cheers of seven or eight hundred people, were overwhelming the tens of thousands of Japanese fans.
It was a thrilling scene, especially after our first goal; the excitement was exhilarating, sending adrenaline through our veins.
Wei Laisong grabbed Xing Baohua's arm and shook it, shouting excitedly, "See? We're just one step away from breaking out of Asia!"
Yes! The current national team is really fighting hard. Their skills are not good, so they can only use clumsy methods to fight and grab, trying every possible way to defeat their opponents.
The gap in strength is indeed the fatal flaw, but their fighting spirit is what truly shows their determination.
These are the people who uphold our honor, earning just over a hundred yuan a month and receiving subsidies of seventy or eighty yuan.
Their belief is to go abroad and break out of Asia.
An indelible belief.
A light rain started to fall from the sky, but no one paid any attention to it as everyone was focused on the game.
Both sides fought hard, but our team seemed to grow stronger with each battle, continuing to pressure the Japanese team.
Time quickly moved into the second half, and the Japanese players loosened up their play, launching a defensive counter-attacking strategy.
At this point, it's a test of physical strength and willpower.
We didn't have any technical skills or anything. As long as we got the ball, we would just start passing it forward, the kind of over-the-top pass.
It was this simple and brutal fighting style that kept the Japanese running back and forth.
The second goal, which blasted past the R-team fans right outside the penalty area, ignited the atmosphere even more.
Wei Laisong said to Xing Baohua incoherently, "We can make it to the Olympics! We've finally broken out of Asia and are competing with other powerful countries."
After speaking to Xing Baohua, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Hold on! Hold on!"
Excited shouts erupted from the cheering squad of seven or eight hundred people.
Jump! Leap! Waving the red flag in their hands with all their might.
As the final whistle blew, the coaching staff and substitutes rushed onto the field to embrace their hard-fought teammate and celebrate the hard-won victory.
Can you imagine that this group of people, earning a salary of just over a hundred yuan, are doing the most awesome things?
This is the Olympics; the World Cup is yet to come.
This is also the only time the national team has qualified for the Olympics through the group stage qualifiers. In 2008, the host country automatically qualified; they didn't actually fight their way in.
"It would be wonderful to find a way to reward them," Wei Laisong said excitedly to Xing Baohua.
"..." Xing Baohua looked at Wei Laisong speechlessly. Was he too excited and wanted to give a reward?
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