Statement: The content in the trailer may be different from the content of the novel, and the actual content shall be subject to the novel.

Since 1957, Chinese fans have started a dream, a big dream. Outsiders think this is a boring expression. So many people are unhappy about a small ball. They don’t understand this dream, but this has not affected those infatuated people. The dream is done year by year, and it has been forty-six years now. Many people have been from young to old, and from old to leaving. There are always people who give up, but there are always people who keep going to continue this dream.

Life is limited, but dreams are boundless...

On a certain year, month and day, Stamford Bridge, London, England.

Zhang Jun looked at the boy with yellow skin, dark eyes, but blonde hair in front of him in surprise. "Do you think you are British?"

The boy said indifferently: "Yes, British citizen. What's wrong?"

"But you speak Chinese very well!"

"My parents are both Chinese, and my family immigrated when I was two years old."

Zhang Jun realized that it was time to shake hands before the game, so there were no two people standing here to chat. He put away his curiosity and patted Kru on the shoulder and ran away.

"Cru Lee creates history!"

"... Now playing for the Premier League team Chelsea, Asian player Crew Lee has the hope to be selected for the new England national team, and is likely to be sent to the court in a friendly match against Greece next Monday. He will be the first Asian player ever to be selected for the England national team. Crew Lee was born in China. When he was two years old, his family moved to London, England..."

"Hey? Cru Lee?"

"Yes, I am. May I ask you..."

"I'm Zhang Jun! Don't you remember? We met in the warm-up match some time ago!"

"Ah-Zhang Jun! It's you! I haven't met again since then, I only called a few times. Haha, how are you doing at Warrendham? I heard you're in some trouble..."

"Well, I won't mention that anymore. I'll have something to ask you for."

"Tell me."

"I heard you're going to be selected for the England national team."

"Yes, Erikson has sent the notice to the club."

"That's right... Can I ask you not to join the England national team?"

Krew didn't show any surprise: "Why?"

"I know it's very presumptuous. You are a British citizen and are not qualified to play for the national team. And you have achieved such great success at the age of seventeen. Your future is bright. You will be the first Asian player to be selected for the English national team... But, I hope you..." Zhang Jun took a breath, "I hope you can play for the Chinese national team!"

There was silence over there, so Zhang Jun continued: "China does not lack good defenders and forwards, but there are no world-class front midfielders. I hope you can be a Chinese engine! You said you are a British citizen, but you were born in China, right? According to the law I know, when you are over 18 years old, you still have a chance to choose. Choose between your past and current nationality. Do you understand what I mean?"

"You mean, let me choose between England and China again?"

"Cru, you should understand the meaning of the word 'motherland', right?"

Zhang Jun hung up the phone as he said, "You don't have to reply to me immediately, you can consider it." Kru put down the phone and turned his head to look at the photo of his mother on the table.

"Mom, give me an idea, what should I do? Mom..."

In the past few days, in England and even Europe, the biggest news is the Chelsea rookie who is known as the "genius boy", "prodigy" and "the future of England". Crew Lee, 17 years old and 364 days old, announced that he would give up his position as the England national team, change his nationality, and join his birthplace China. He apologized to the fans through the media, and said that the pressure from the media and fans cannot make him change the decision he made. He did so entirely due to his mother.

A butterfly in Chile flapped its wings and it might be a tsunami that arrived in Japan. Moreover, this time it was a tsunami from the beginning...

But the people at the center of the storm were very calm.

Ranieri looked at the young man. He was just eighteen years old and was about to bear such huge media pressure, fans. "Don't you really regret it?"

"Yes, sir."

Ranieri sighed, "Well, I wish you, my child."

Olympic Stadium, Munich, Germany, June 30, 2006.

"Do you think we can achieve a historic breakthrough?" An Ke was one of the few people who were not nervous. In the lounge before the game, he asked Zhang Jun very seriously.

"What historic breakthrough?"

"Score a goal! You said that if you score, how cool it would be! You will definitely be famous for all ages! Unfortunately, that person is not me..." An Ke shook his head with some regret, but he quickly considered things that had nothing to do with him. "Hey, what kind of celebration should you use if you score?"

"The whole game ends! The opening match of the 18th World Cup is over! Brazil's match against China, China finally lost to the last champion Brazil 1:2! Although it lost, the young men of the Chinese team gave us hope. They are not afraid of strong enemies and have won a goal when they are behind. They are motivated! I believe that the Chinese team will bring us greater surprises in the remaining two group matches..."

“Italy-Italy-Italy-"

Tens of thousands of Italian fans turned Westphalia in Dortmund into a blue ocean.

The score of this quarter-finals is clearly displayed on the electronic screen: "China vs Italy, 1:2." The Italian team with steady and sophisticated defense defeated the Chinese team, the big dark horse of this competition, 2:1, and the Chinese team stopped in the quarter-finals (Author's note: I will correct a mistake in the first trailer. The Chinese team's opponent in the quarter-finals in the 2006 World Cup was Italy, not Brazil. According to the competition system, the teams in the same group must meet again in the semi-finals. Apologize to all friends for my negligence).

Despite losing, the Chinese team's fans have made a historic breakthrough after all. They are not too frustrated. They are still applauding and applauding their national team.

The players also held hands and lined up to greet the Chinese fans who were at a disadvantage. They traveled all the way from China to Germany to cheer for China. The players ran on the court for ninety minutes, and they shouted in the stands for ninety minutes. Giving them to them was the minimum politeness.

After the press conference after the game, a large number of reporters gathered in the hall, hoping to leave the last family photo for the Chinese team at this World Cup.

Although they were not in a good mood, everyone was still very aware of the general and forced to stand in front of the camera to cooperate with the reporter. There was only one person who was the exception.

"An Ke, stop crying, wipe your tears." Yang Pan gently touched An Ke beside him.

"Yes, we are in the quarterfinals at least." Zhang Jun hugged An Ke, "I cried in front of the camera, and the whole world will make jokes, don't cry!"

But An Ke just wiped his tears, "I lost all the money, why don't people cry? What's wrong with the quarterfinals? We lost!"

Zhang Jun's hands tightened, and he felt his nose sore, and everything in front of him became blurred.

Under the flash, this family photo of the Chinese team that was definitely different from the past was left: almost everyone was crying with sad faces surrounded by reporters, and the two lines of tears on An Ke's face were shining with silver light under the flash, which was very dazzling.

A reporter once asked Zhang Jun: "Almost all fans around the world know the love story between you and Miss Sophie. It has been more than ten years since you were a student, and you are almost thirty years old. Why don't you get married?"

Zhang Jun smiled and replied to the reporter: "I always wanted to give her the best engagement gift, but I never could do it, so I had to wait."

"What gift can't be obtained?" The reporter was a little surprised. The man who is known as the best striker in international football in thirty years, twice European football, once world football, twice Asian football, twice Chinese football, twice Italian football, what is there that he can't get?

Zhang Jun smiled and did not answer this question.

One day in January 2010, at a place in Luoyang, China.

Sophie snuggled up to Zhang Jun, and Zhang Jun hugged Sophie.

"We, get married? Sophie..."

"You promised me that you would not mention this matter if you didn't win the World Cup. Why do you regret it?" Sophie smiled and did not look up.

"Aren't you afraid that you will never get married for the rest of your life?" Zhang Jun said fiercely.

Sophie posted it even tighter: "What are you afraid of? Anyway, you, an old man who will never marry a wife in your life, accompany me, hehe!"

Zhang Jun moaned in pain: "June this year is the World Cup, and we are almost thirty..."

"South Africa should be in winter. It is rare to play in the World Cup in winter, but are you confident, right? Zhang Jun." Sophie raised her head and looked at Zhang Jun.

Sophie's face is no longer the little girl who went to high school, but her eyes are still clear and bright, just like before, and have never changed.

Zhang Jun smiled: "Just pack your dowry and wait for me to come back to marry you!"

The living room was very lively, and the parents of the two families were busy making reunion dinners. The red Spring Festival couplets and "Fu" were posted on the inside and outside the door in the morning, and even the toilet was not spared. In the bedroom, the two people sat facing the window and snuggled up to each other.

Outside the window, the snow fell silently. It has been a long time since Luoyang had snowed for so long.

Today is the 30th day of the Chinese Lunar New Year, tomorrow is the Spring Festival, and the new year has begun...

As the number one dark horse of the last World Cup, the Chinese team was "warmly hospitality" from many media when they arrived at the international airport in Johannesburg, South Africa.

When the Chinese team's bright red sportswear appeared at the airport exit, reporters from all over the country who had been waiting for a long time flocked to the Chinese team members. Countless microphones and cameras stretched out toward the Chinese team members in the flash.

"Yang Pan, do you have any expectations for this World Cup?"

The new captain Yang Pan replied in very diplomatic language: "Try to win every game."

The reporters were obviously not satisfied with Yang Pan's diplomatic rhetoric, so they turned the microphone to An Ke, who is known as "big mouth": "An Ke, you cried in front of the camera four years ago, which has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Will you cry again this year?"

A kind laughter sounded among the reporters.

"Cry!" An Ke replied loudly, "I will cry even when we hold the trophy!"

There was a commotion among the reporters, this was big news! Some people even suspected that they had heard it wrong.

The last one to appear in front of the reporters was Zhang Jun, the team's top scorer.

"I would like to ask Zhang Jun, in an interview yesterday, Kaka said that he was sorry that he did not compete with you again in Germany four years ago, and this time he would not let you go. What do you think about this?"

"Brazil did not win the championship four years ago, they must have come for the championship." Zhang Jun remembered Sophie, "We are the same!"

This time, the commotion was even greater. An Ke's unrestrained and nonsense were well known in the world football world. His words were not very credible, but Zhang Jun, who has always rarely lie, also said this... It seems that the front page of the newspaper tomorrow will be changed: "The Chinese team vows to win the Golden Cup of Hercules!"

Andrei, a reporter from "Milan Sports", is an old acquaintance of Zhang Jun. Seeing that Zhang Jun was so confident, he asked: "So, do you have anything to say? At this time, let's embark on the World Cup journey again and have a opening remark!"

Zhang Jun smiled at him, then pointed to the camera and said, "Tell all participating teams that the Chinese team is here!"

Group match.

The quarterfinals.

Quarterfinals.

Semi-finals.

finals.

The Chinese team finally set foot on the World Cup finals, and in front of them was Brazil, the powerful five-star Brazil.

"I heard what you said before the World Cup," Kaka smiled, "but I want to say that that's what I want to say!"
To be continued...