Starting from a Fake University
Chapter 1732 - 909: The Fans’ Burning Anger_2

Chapter 1732: Chapter 909: The Fans’ Burning Anger_2

After Zhao Xuanming persuaded Liu Zhan, he said, "We can’t just directly clash like this. Let’s talk after the match."

"Zhan, don’t be like this."

Li Shuangying also stepped forward and said to Liu Zhan: "Don’t make things escalate."

In the end, Liu Zhan managed to suppress his anger. Without the persuasion of teammates Zhao Xuanming and Li Shuangying, Liu Zhan might have exchanged more words with Zhou Peng, and a fight could have really broken out.

"What’s going on?"

"Looks like they’re about to fight?"

"How can the players act like this?"

"What’s wrong with the national team?"

"Look, worn-out on the field, a few players, I really don’t know what to say. If they can’t play, they should just get lost."

"Damn, I’m so pissed!"

"Li Shuangying and the few are really giving it their all, but their teammates aren’t supportive."

"The Thai Team seems to have gotten much stronger this year."

"Well, there’s still around ten minutes left. Can they catch up, two to one?"

The fans at the scene were discussing fervently, some talking about the earlier apparent conflict, others about whether there’s still a chance in this match.

But obviously, many fans have already lost hope for a win in this match.

Because the Thai Team scored two to one against the national team, with only about ten minutes left in the match, time’s running out.

"Yue, this... the national team is pathetic for a reason, look even Li Shuangying is down!"

Huang Youjie was truly furious at this moment.

But sitting in the audience, he was powerless.

Ding Yue, seeing all of this, felt a mix of emotions. It was indeed infuriating; other national team members, except for one or two who struggled to keep pace with Li Shuangying, like Wang Dachao, Zhou Peng, and Ai Tianlun, seemed to be slacking, with no fight in their game at all.

Ding Yue also knew why Li Shuangying suddenly fell.

Finally, after some communication on the field, Li Shuangying shook his head indicating no need for substitution, causing coach Liu Changjian not to take him off.

Indeed, Li Shuangying’s fall wasn’t due to physical exhaustion; if it was, he wouldn’t be able to run now, but here he was, running harder than anyone else in the national team.

Even with just ten minutes left, Li Shuangying would never give up. Until the last second, the outcome wasn’t set in stone.

Li Shuangying and teammates Zhao Xuanming, Liu Zhan continued their aggressive offense, and desperate defense against the opponent’s counterattack, but Wang Dachao and Zhou Peng remained as they were.

Thus, the two-one score persisted until the last couple of minutes, with the national team still seeing no chance of reclaiming that goal.

Even though Liu Zhan, Li Shuangying, Zhao Xuanming had created good synergy, they were expertly blocked by the opponents, and when Wang Dachao got an opportunity, he didn’t disappoint anyone, playfully kicking the ball astray.

On his last shot, Wang Dachao didn’t score.

The whistle signaling the end of the match blew at this moment.

Lost!

The national team lost!

In the opening game of the World Cup Pre-Match, at home, they lost to the Thai Team!

At this moment.

The crowd erupted.

"What the hell are they playing at?"

"Garbage national team!"

Damn, the national team really didn’t let me down!"

"Lost the first home game!"

"Fuck, lost to the Thai Team, isn’t it embarrassing?"

"I’ve had it!"

"I’m so damn furious, arghhh!"

"The national team is beyond saving."

"Even lost to the Thai Team, truly shameful."

"Losing to the Thai Team now, General Fan’s prophecy came true."

"They preempted General Fan."

"With this going on, they have nothing left to lose, they might as well throw away their dignity."

"The national team doesn’t have it, do they?"

"Throughout the game, Liu Zhan, Li Shuangying and some others performed well, but as for the rest, it’s truly unspeakable!"

"Wonder, if I go up there and beat this group of lousy players, how long would I be jailed?"

"If I go, I’ll do just fine, since they’ve already lost!"

"I’m so angry!"

Domestic fans were heartbroken, sad, angry, especially the angry ones, there were just too many, at least more than two-thirds of the tens of thousands at the Sports Center were boiling with rage.

Damn, the national team couldn’t beat the Thai Team, with this skill level, they should go work in a factory, screwing nuts!

The national team players seemed to feel the audience’s wrath, but they didn’t care, calmly leaving the green field, only Li Shuangying, Liu Zhan, Zhu Tan, and Zhao Xuanming felt ashamed, especially when they saw the disappointment and anger of the national team’s fans, Li Shuangying and the others were almost in tears.

But.

In this match, Li Shuangying and Liu Zhan tried their best, but playing like this was truly exhausting.

Physical fatigue was nothing; the mental drain, that powerlessness, that was what was truly despairing.

"Ying, we... lost."

Liu Zhan said helplessly.

"We did our best."

Li Shuangying sighed, shaking his head, said: "There’s no help for it. Only by working harder in the future, but... but with the current situation in the team, oh."

"These teammates are really just lousy, I’m convinced!"

Liu Zhan, a straightforward guy, always speaks his mind.

However, Liu Zhan’s words were true.

Most of the teammates in the team were indeed lousy, only one or two put some thought into playing, looking at Wang Dachao, Zhou Peng, and Ai Tianlun, these so-called main forces, what was going on with each one of them?

"Look, how angry the fans are, yet look at them, unmoved."

Zhao Xuanming looked at the national team fans in the stands, and then at those Wang Dachao, Zhou Peng and other national team players leaving the field, his heart was filled with unspeakable bitterness.

In the VIP stands, Ding Yue’s mood was complicated at this moment, the people around him were all sighing and lamenting, the opening match of the World Cup Pre-Match was lost to the Thai Team, making the national team truly unable to lift their heads.

Especially when so many fans had packed the venue, how disappointed they must be.

"Yue, our players did their best, that’s all they could do; the World Cup Pre-Match, probably the same outcome as before," Huang Youjie sighed, speaking to Ding Yue.

"I am unwilling to accept this."

Ding Yue shook his head, said "We’ve put in so much effort to develop a team like Li Shuangying’s, their abilities are exceptional, yet on the field, in such significant matches like the World Cup Pre-Match, they can only end up exhausting themselves without achieving anything, it’s truly a laughing matter."

"There are too many problems with the national team now."

Xu Bin sighed and said: "Originally, seeing Li Shuangying and the others, everyone had some expectations, and now they’ve still lost, but it wasn’t because Li Shuangying and the others didn’t perform, rather they performed to their limits, yet still lost, that’s the most distressing."

"Change is necessary, otherwise, this year’s World Cup Pre-Match will be another humiliating moment for the national team."

Ding Yue’s eyes flashed a determined look.

"Isn’t this already humiliating enough? We’ve already lost to the Thai Team," Huang Youjie said through clenched teeth.

"We still have a chance, but it requires the Football Association and the General Administration of Sports to replace the national team with our Feiyue Football Club’s players, our young lads can definitely do it, I believe in them."

Ding Yue feels that to break into the World Cup, this is the only way.

Otherwise, if we only rely on Li Shuangying and the other three, along with the rest of the players, it would be risky, after all, if they lost to the Thai Team, then facing Japan and Korea teams later, wouldn’t they be slaughtered completely?