Chapter 1035: Flurry of Demons (one more)
The presence of several leaders of the General Administration of Sports on the court seemed to have injected a powerful tranquilizer into this heart-wrenching game.
The Brazilian contestant Zonta's first reaction after hearing the news was the first smile on his face that was anxious and gloomy, and when he was ready to go out of the backcourt, he looked at the tents of the support team that were connected to the starting line. Although the rough guys had no discipline at all, all of them were refreshed and emotionally high, which brought him up with emotions.
For Zongta, or for any player of the Chinese team, this game is by no means lighter than its weight in Wei Sheng's heart.
They abandon the country, abandon their original life, and choose to play for the Chinese team, for the glorious renewal in their hearts, for the brilliance under Luo Quankun’s promise, and for the brilliance in their hearts that belongs to the racing driver. Crazy.
The Chinese team should have been cautious in their first game selection, but now they are caught in the provocation of the Datong Automobile Association. Only because of the completion of the Zhonghua Park has become a crime.
Then they won't escape, and they have to choose to fight with all their strength.
Patton has done his best, and he is still upset about yesterday's defeat, and now for Zongta, the pressure is even greater for Patton.
If he loses, the game is completely lost.
At this moment, Zongta's slightly chubby body looked round and strong after putting on the racing suit. He had just stepped outside the inspection station, and the other fans on the stage erupted with a huge roar, accompanied by the laughter of the crowd. Several young people from Country R who were closer to the stands shouted with trumpets, "Get out! Fatty!"
The personal attack was instantly stopped by the guards on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, there was a slogan: "Lost!"
"Lost!"
"Lost!"
That Fang Yuan Chunbo pinched a cigarette and walked to Wei Sheng, "Ha shrimp? What do you mean?"
He was talking about the other party's pronunciation, Wei Sheng shook his head, "The loser."
Yuan Chunbo threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, and the smiling man said angrily, "What do you say with them?"
Wei Sheng was speechless.
In the end, Yuan Chunbo did not really ask for the translation, but went back to the camp to organize the manpower, because they are now more or less organized and officially authorized support groups, and the most important thing is that they are still rich.
The horn was bought by Qian Bin just now when he went out in the car. After the large bags were opened, one was actually handed out.
Immediately afterwards, there was a huge banner of one hundred meters long, spread across a dozen pavilions, and wrote: The Chinese Team Support Group! The Chinese team will win!
There is also a line of small characters in R below. Wei Sheng squinted his eyes, but the translation is that the R country team will eventually learn from the lessons of the ancestors and defeat China!
"Old Yuan, it's not good for sports to involve ethnic hatred." Wei Sheng couldn't help but beat him with a smile.
Yuan Chunbo ignored these, "I asked them to find someone to translate when they went out to make banners, right?"
Luo Quankun rubbed his hands and approached and said, "Yes, yes, but you are not in compliance with the rules, you are really brave."
Looking at the past, I saw that in front of the vacant seats that had not yet been lifted off, several leaders of the General Administration of Sports were staring at this banner and whispering, and then sitting awkwardly looking forward, as if not paying attention to this posture. So, it seems that I am planning to close one eye.
Yuan Chunbo stared at the opponent's car fans and sneered, "Let them fart all over the room and it's compliant? You wait!"
After that, he stepped forward to summon all the staff and ordered a few words in the crowd. Then he took the lead and shouted at the clamoring car fans there, "Datong! Ha shrimp! Datong! Ha shrimp!"
Zheng Xin from Hutaishan, Wang Hao from the provincial professional team, Zang Yanbin, Yun Zi and Zhou Dong's crew members, after a short silence, shouted together with horns, "Datong! Ha shrimp!" Datong! Ha shrimp!"
The voice was still a bit messy at first, and gradually became more and more tidy. Yuan Chunbo roared with blue veins on his forehead. Naturally, the number of opponents was more than 500, but the seats were scattered, the team was different, and it was difficult to coordinate and fight back. Some shouted the loser, others cheered. The big ones were only a hundred or so, but Yuan Chunbo's screams of the 500-odd people prevailed and resounded throughout the audience.
There was a short timeout among R country fans, and then a slight commotion.
Yuan Chunbo clenched his palms into fists, until the voice gradually stopped behind him, he picked his head again and shouted, "Datong! Get out!"
"Datong! Get out of here!"
The rough guys in the north shouted that their language was more vigorous, and their expressions were stern and dantian, and their shouts rang through the sky.
The audience was silent at first, and then the Chinese group on the audience stage burst into violent laughter, causing more turmoil in the R country car fans, whispering to ask the other fans what the slogan meant.
Liu Qingping couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, while several people from the General Administration of Sports next to him were dumbfounded on the spot. Obviously, he couldn't expect the game to be so disorderly.
The security responsible for the coordination of the whole venue did not step forward to stop it.
The two judges sent by the FAI sat in the main monitoring station, looking angry and ordered to stop. Unfortunately, no one listened to their orders. Another judge, Ji Zhen'ao, closed his eyes and drank tea in a calm manner.
Zongta looked at the violently roaring face of Zhang Qingjin under the pavilion, and was shocked. He nodded to Luo Quankun and walked out of the F1 car in the inspection station.
Start to equip.
In the stadium, when the welcome march was played, fans on both sides were ordered to stop the attack. Luo Quankun stepped forward to smoke for Yuan Chunbo and others, and laughed, "Good voice!"
Yuan Chunbo wiped off his sweat and said with a laugh, "I didn't expect it, I'm quite passionate on this occasion at this age!"
Everyone laughed.
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Originally, the special guest was introduced yesterday, but this link should have been omitted today, so when the welcome march played, there was a whisper in the field.
With the commentator: "Warmly welcome Zhao Qiguang of the State Sports General Administration-Department of Sports Economy! Director Zhao came to the scene to guide!"
Some people in the stands began to whisper. For example, Sun Yi, a certain F1 marketing vice president and competition comment expert who was interviewed by reporters in front of the tropical rainforest park yesterday, was surprised when he heard that the director-level cadres of the General Administration of Sports visited.
"A warm welcome to Cheng Hua, the Department of External Relations of the State Sports General Administration! Director Cheng is mainly responsible for my country's major foreign-related sports activities! Welcome to the scene to guide and watch the game!"
Cheng Hua stood up and slapped his face with a reserved smile on his face, then took a seat.
There was a heated discussion among the crowd again. The reporters who had sharpened their pens earlier smelled a new trend. If the country has a strong support for the wind, it is not easy to criticize too much for catching news hotspots. Of course, they know who they are. , Whose wind direction should be followed closely.
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