(Because I haven't written it for a long time, I can only do things in Belgium... Now I have to bring my notebook with me, so I'll finish writing this book)

One step away, a short distance from the world.

Although Moscow is close, it is still not here. We still have to fight the Bulls again in the cold St. Petersburg.

When the plane landed at Pulkovo Airport No. 1, local Chinese and Chinese fans from afar were waiting early to welcome the airport in the middle of the corridor.

But Liu Hao and the others did not show much excitement, because this time, in addition to Hao Haidong coming with the team, a stronger figure also came. The deputy prime minister in charge of education and sports came to supervise the battle himself. Even Hao Haidong had to straighten his chest and pretend to be cold and spread the tide like the crowd.

He is obviously a great hero, but he cannot cheer on such an occasion. You can imagine how depressing he is.

It was not until the big guys got on the special car and they got on the team bus that their anger changed instantly, and Mourinho was the first to shout out.

"Liu, your Chinese leaders are so scary," he raised his left hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and complained, "In the future, except Hao, I will never walk with others. My mind is still stiff now, and I feel like I have returned to the medieval palace."

"Boss, it's good to get used to it... Besides, not everyone has this opportunity," Liu Hao comforted. He naturally got used to it. It was an honor to accompany the chairman of the Football Association and the vice premier. It was a blessing for eight lifetimes. When Liu Hao was a little clerk in the transportation management department, he bowed his head every day to accompany the young section chief. That was depressed!

"No, Liu, I actually have one more thing to be stiff," Mourinho licked his lower lip, "It's the first time in his life that something so crazy."

"Guess?"

Crazy things? Are there few crazy things you have done in your life? And what else makes you feel crazy? Liu Hao looked at him with a little doubt.

"I can't imagine, what else can make you feel crazy, like reaching the final?"

"No," Mourinho shook his head and paused, and he whispered hoarsely, "What's crazy than entering the final is the bonus to entering the final."

"Uh..." Liu Hao was stunned. The bonus was indeed a bit crazy. Before entering the semi-finals, the Football Association had increased the bonus to 50 million for the entire team. If it entered the finals, what would the reward be?

"That's..." Liu Hao's turn was curious. Although he had a net worth of over 100 million, he was still full of fantasy about the concept of money.

"The boss of Evergrande is willing to pay for it privately and reward it with a reward of 500 million yuan." Mourinho's voice was very thin, as if he was afraid that others would hear it. After all, he himself was not sure if it was true.

Liu Hao almost stood firm, his tongue was a little curled, "Five...500 million?"

This has increased tenfold.

"This... is just his personal reward, and there are others... Oh, God, unless Hao jokes with me, otherwise, it's unimaginable. Liu, I tell you, after this vote with you, I will definitely retire..." Mourinho's mind was still very messy, and the numbers he was calculating in his mind were really terrible.

The boss of Evergrande is generous, and everyone knows that if this is just his reward, then how many other rewards will add up...

What Chinese people lack the least is money. There must be brave men under heavy rewards. What's more, this World Cup trip is no less than anything in Chinese history.

I believe that even if there is no heavy prize, there will be no one slacking off in this only time in life. Of course, there is no problem with huge bonuses now. In fact, it is not just that the Chinese team has heavy prizes, but other national teams also have one, but there will not be such a big number as the Chinese team.

If a favorite like the German team wins the Hercules Cup, it is not surprising that each player gets hundreds of thousands of euros. If the Chinese team leads the team to the finals, then conservatively estimates that the money each person gets is million...

Mourinho did not tell everyone the news as soon as possible, but just chatted with Liu Hao. Maybe he himself hadn't digested it for the time being.

It is conceivable that if this news was announced in front of everyone, what kind of reaction would be from others.

Of course, money is only one aspect of combat effectiveness. In the final analysis, it still depends on strength to defeat Spain.

So, can Spain win?

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In Saint Petersburg in July, the average temperature is 7 degrees, which is very suitable for team training. Mourinho just lets the team conduct restorative training. The training ground is crowded, and Chinese fans seem to have surrounded the training ground. Now there is no secret for the Chinese team, but Spain may have many changes.

Before the training was over, the reporter surrounded Mourinho and Liu Hao.

Liu Hao recognized one of the reporters at a glance. The first reporter of Sports Weekly in Spain, Bin Yan. This guy in his forties waved his hand happily, as excited as a child when he saw candy.

"Liu Hao, Liu Hao!" It seems that there is really a happy event.

"Latest news, Morata is reimbursed!"

Before such a war, any bad news about the enemy is good news for yourself.

As Spain's main striker, it is naturally a good thing that Morata is injured.

"This... is not good!" Liu Hao and Mourinho frowned at the same time.

"When Morata is injured, it will be on the top of Costa. But Morata is much more difficult to deal with..." Liu Hao said bluntly.

Binyan suddenly realized that this guy has been in La Liga for so many years and doesn't even understand this. Costa and Morata have always been world-class strikers, but the Spanish coach prefers Morata and does not like Costa, so Morata has firmly taken the position of the main center, while Costa, who is in the league, can only serve as a substitute. This is not just a tactical issue.

Spain has weak offensively in this World Cup and has few goals. Because of the poor forward line, Morata has only scored one goal since the start of the game, but Costa has been on the bench without any chance to play.

Once a beast locked in a cage is released...

Mourinho and Liu Hao both know this well, and this is a blessing for the Chinese team.

Now that Morata is injured, changes occur when Costa comes to the top. The Chinese team's defense wants to face a humble gentleman, not a wild beast.

However, wild animals are prone to anger, which may not be a good thing.

So, crisis, there is opportunity...

If you change a forward, you may change the entire set of tactics, which is the case for both sides.

"Just... is this true?" Liu Hao and Mourinho looked at each other, and they were never tired of cheating. Maybe Spain just put a smoke bomb?
Chapter completed!