1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 273: During and After the Game
"Dear viewers, we are now broadcasting the 86 World Cup qualifiers, the Chinese national football team versus the Hong Kong team. Under the camera, you can see that many Hong Kong compatriots have come to the scene to support their own team... The game has officially begun. The ones we see now are the Chinese national football team in white clothes, and the players in red clothes are from Hong Kong... Yin Zhiqiang used a hand hammer to knock the ball from Lin Lefeng off track, and midfielder Li Fei rushed over to grab the position immediately..."

During the 19:25 time period, thousands of households in the mainland turn on their televisions to watch the match in which the Chinese national football team has the best chance of entering the World Cup.

At that time, the Chinese national football team had just won the runner-up in the Asian Cup. The players included distinctive stars such as Jia Xiuquan, Gu Guangming, and Zuo Shusheng. Li Huajun was listed as one of the world's six most promising stars along with Van Basten and Romario. The overall quality of the team was absolutely first-class in Asia, and it was known that "we can't lose against South Korea and we can win as many games as we want against Japan."

The players' morale is high and the fans are full of confidence.

With such a background, there is almost no suspense in the home game against a provincial or municipal team from Hong Kong...right?

Zhai Yuan, whether passively or actively, received a lot of football knowledge from Zhou Xuejun, but he still could not understand the situation on the field.

I just think it's too boring to see a group of people chasing a ball in a mess.

22 people fighting for a ball? Why not just have one person serve one ball?

"Saifeng, you guys are learning Kung Fu, is it possible to play football with Kung Fu?"

Watching the sweaty scene on the court, Zhai Yuan thought of a movie called "Shaolin Soccer" in later generations, and gently hooked Li Saifeng's finger and asked.

Movies also need marketing to capitalize on the popularity of the product.

Zhai Yuan thought that if the Chinese national football team won a big victory this time, he might be able to shoot a Kung Fu football movie while the crew was in Yanjing.

Moon Lee's fingertips were hooked by Zhai Yuan, and she was a little distracted. She leaned closer and said, "We are just learning fancy moves. We can't compare with professionals. Besides, how can you play football with Kung Fu?"

This is the difference between an actor and a director.

If the same words were told to Xu Qi and others, they would definitely understand Zhai Yuan's thinking, but Li Saifeng would consider the actual situation and could not keep up with the pace.

Of course, Kung Fu can be used to play football. Even if it is not Shaolin Football, there are Xuanyin Shield, Lion Roar, Eighteen Falls, Twelve-Way Spring Kicks...

Zhai Yuan naturally held Moon Lee's hand and said in a gentle and persuasive way, "It is not certain that Felix Wong has practiced the Dragon Subduing Palm. Could it be that Xu Shaoqiang really knows the Heavenly Silkworm Skill? Come, let me tell you the story of this play..."

Wang Xiaofeng and Weng Meiling, who were standing by, watched the two of them chatting until their heads touched each other and their actions became increasingly intimate.

Wang Xiaofeng sighed: "Master."

Barbara Yung sighed.

Zhai Yuan and Moon Lee's whispers were interrupted about ten minutes into the game when the atmosphere around them gradually became quiet.

on the field.

The black and white football flashed among the players, and then a whistle sounded, and the players slowed down and stopped fighting for it.

Zhai Yuan asked Zhou Xuejun: "What's going on?"

Zhou Xuejun frowned and said, "When Zhu Bo was competing for the high ball just now, he overpowered Liu Rongye of the Xiangjiang team and was judged to have committed a foul. Now he will be penalized with a free kick in the front court."

Zhai Yuan said, as if he understood something: "If you can just take a free kick, then it's all over, right?"

Zhou Xuejun was dissatisfied and said, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. A 30-yard free kick is not that easy to score, and our goalkeeper is not a pushover."

Zhai Yuan fell silent.

It can be seen that everyone around is very nervous, and their eyes are fixed on the situation on the court.

On the field.

The Chinese national football team formed a wall, and goalkeeper Lu Jianren bowed slightly to prepare for the upcoming attack.

Hu Guoxiong of the Hong Kong team jumped a few times on the spot, and suddenly pushed the ball horizontally to the right. His teammate Zhang Zhide next to him pulled out a sharp arc with his right foot!

The football rubbed against the grass, creating a strong wind, and suddenly passed the Chinese national team's wall and went straight into the upper right corner of the goal.

Lu Jianren flew to save the ball, but it was too late and the ball flew into the net.

"Hold!"

As the ball went into the net, C language rang out around Zhai Yuan.

Soon, there was a roar of cheers from the Hong Kong fans on the other side.

The Hong Kong team players wearing red shirts hugged each other tightly on the field, while the Chinese national team players were dejected.

On the scoreboard, the score of the Chinese National Football Team VS the Hong Kong Team was 0:1.

Even though Zhai Yuan was a ball blind, he knew who won.

He silently looked at Zhou Xuejun, whose face was livid, and said, "Calm down, Old Zhou."

"It's okay, let them go first." Zhou Xuejun took a deep breath and muttered in a low voice: "Fuck his grandma!"

The situation on the court changes rapidly.

After conceding a goal unexpectedly, the Chinese national football team launched a massive counterattack. About half an hour into the game, fouls occurred again.

But this time it was the Xiangjiang team that committed the foul in the center circle.

Zhai Yuan asked: "Let's take a free kick, right?"

Zhou Xuejun pinched his trouser legs tightly: "That's right!"

"Is it easy to get in?"

"...Free kick goes in at will!"

On the field.

Wang Huiliang of the Chinese national football team quickly kicked the ball to the right side. His teammate Yang Zhaohui shook off the Hong Kong team player and shot with his left foot. Another teammate Li Hui received the ball and shot it into the net in the first possible moment!

The scoreboard lights up with 1:1 data.

The cheers of the Chinese football fans instantly drowned out those of the Hong Kong fans.

In the next ten minutes or so, players from both sides fought fiercely on the field, but until the end of the first half, the score remained tied at 1:1.

The whistle blew and the players returned to the locker room.

There was discussion again in the audience.

Zhou Xuejun stood up and said, "I'm going to go to the lounge and get some information."

Zhai Yuan clearly felt that the atmosphere was not right. The faces of the Chinese national football fans who had been full of confidence an hour ago turned solemn.

Moon Lee said excitedly, "Our Hong Kong team..."

"Shh!" Zhai Yuan tapped her lips and said, "From now on, don't speak Cantonese."

Zhou Xuejun quickly turned back and sat back in his original seat.

Zhai Yuan asked: "What did you find out?"

Zhou Xuejun said: "The head coach wanted to maintain a draw, but the leadership instructed that we must win by more than three goals against the Xiangjiang team in the second half!"

Sure enough, as soon as the second half started.

After receiving the order, the Chinese national football players began to counterattack frantically, and it was obvious that the confrontation was more intense than in the first half.

There was a drizzle in the sky, and then the rain gradually got heavier.

But even in the rain, the atmosphere in the venue remained quiet, and no complaints or abuse could be heard.

Everyone stared at the field.

Ten minutes into the second half, the situation gradually became clear.

Zhou Xuewen kept muttering, "It's over, it's over, it's over, the food is going to go bad..."

The Chinese national football fans around them also looked unhappy.

Even Zhai Yuan could see that as the game progressed, the Chinese national team players in white shirts gradually became disorganized, while the Hong Kong team players in red shirts seemed to be playing more and more steadily, and were not in a hurry to tangle with the Chinese national team.

Once the players' mentality became chaotic, the outcome was quickly decided.

On the playing field.

Suddenly, Liang Shuairong of the Hong Kong team received a pass from the right and made a long shot from a distance of more than 40 meters.

Everyone could see that the ball was not threatening, but Zhu Bo in the penalty area was eager to clear the ball and made a tackle, but Liu Rongye of the Hong Kong team took advantage of the opportunity to push the ball past him.

At the same time, the Chinese national team's Lin Lefeng and Jia Xiuquan double-teamed the team. Although they successfully intercepted the ball, they were unable to clear it out of the penalty area as Gu Jinhui of the Hong Kong team caught up with them.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Gu Jinhui kicked the ball with great force and it drew an arc in the air.

Bang! Hang in the net!

The entire stadium was silent for a few seconds, and then the fans on both sides burst into noise.

One side cursed, the other side cheered. Zhai Yuan quietly leaned towards Zhou Xuejun and asked, "It's 1:2, what should we do?"

Zhou Xuejun looked disheartened, pointing at the players on the court: "You you you, this this this, he he he, me me me..."

I can no longer utter complete sentences.

Being behind 1-2 means losing the chance to qualify.

During the half-time break, the Chinese national team replaced Wang Huiliang with Zhao Dayu, while the Hong Kong team also formulated a new strategy, focusing on the word "defense".

The end of the second half.

The Hong Kong team retreated across the board and set up a solid defense in the penalty area, and the Chinese national team players were unable to pass the ball into the penalty area.

The anxious Chinese national football team played more anxiously and chaotically, starting with a single-minded long pass and rushing around like headless flies.

The Hong Kong team continued to focus on defense. They first replaced Tam Yiu-wah to closely guard Zhao Dayu, and then transferred in central defender Lee Philip to increase the air defense capability of the back line.

"It's so fucking frustrating!"

"Team Xiangjiang is a bunch of turtles. They don't even bother to attack!"

"Long shot, oh you idiots!"

I could hear the sighs of the national football fans.

The Hong Kong fans on the other side were even more excited. When a player blocked a long shot, the audience burst into cheers.

After dozens of minutes, the Xiangjiang team had no desire to attack and used the tactic of dragging the ball to the fullest extent.

at last.

After 5 minutes of stoppage time.

The referee blew the final whistle.

The Chinese national football team was eliminated after only scoring one goal out of 24 shots in the game. The Hong Kong team defeated the Chinese national football team with a super upset score of 2:1 and advanced.

The atmosphere in the audience became quite weird.

The silent Chinese football fans formed a sharp contrast with the jubilant Hong Kong fans on the other side.

When the announcement "The game is over, please leave in an orderly manner" was heard on the radio.

Conflict breaks out!

Tens of thousands of Chinese national football fans saw the players preparing to leave the field, and countless soda bottles and fruit peels rained down onto the field.

"I'll fuck your grandma!"

"Shoot Zeng Xuelin!"

"You idiot! What are you laughing at?"

Amid the verbal abuse, the attack turned to the Hong Kong fans who were still cheering. The two sides immediately engaged in physical combat, and the entire venue was in chaos.

Zhai Yuan was surrounded by Chinese national football fans, trembling and not daring to speak.

Rao is so.

Before the game, Zhou Xuejun's words "You sit with the audience of our national football team" still exposed Zhai Yuan's identity.

"This idiot is from Hong Kong, he's really good at beating me!"

A group of fans surrounded Zhai Yuan and his friends.

Zhou Xuejun also realized something was wrong at this time. He no longer had time to complain for the national football team. He hurriedly stood up and blocked the way, shouting at the fans to calm down.

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him. Everyone was staring at Zhai Yuan and the people around him with eager eyes.

Zhai Yuan stood up quickly, protected Li Saifeng and the other two behind him, and picked up the glass bottle on the ground.

Under the hateful gazes of the fans, Zhai Yuan threw the glass bottle into the court, and then uttered fluent Chinese quintessence: "Chinese national football team, fuck your mother! Are you worthy of us! Are you worthy of us! Fuck you, give me your money back!"

"Brothers, we're one family!" The surrounding fans immediately turned their attention to him: "Fuck you, give us your money back!"

Zhai Yuan pulled the stunned Zhou Xuejun hard and said, "Go!"

…………

Zhai Yuan's plan to film "Shaolin Soccer" was aborted as the Chinese national football team lost.

If anyone dares to shoot a football-themed movie at this moment, the film set will probably be criticized by fans.

"Fortunately, I reacted in time, otherwise I would have had to take two hits."

In a room of the Foreign Guest Hotel, the staff of the Jiuyi crew gathered together.

Zhai Yuan talked eloquently, showing off his clever moves.

On the other hand, others were not so lucky and were beaten to varying degrees in the conflicts.

The worst case scenario happened to a martial artist in Yuan's troupe. After the game, he was still applauding among the national football fans when he was directly hit on the head by a soda bottle and had to get four stitches on his forehead.

"Those who are injured should register. In addition to medical expenses, the company will give each person 1,000 yuan in nutrition allowance."

Zhai Yuan calmed down the staff members who came to complain, and waited for the crowd to disperse. He leaned against the head of the bed and sighed: "This guy made my blood boil before the game. I thought I was going to witness history... You are worthy of it!"

Zhai Yuan knew very well what level the Chinese national football team would be at in the future, so his mentality did not change much after the loss this time.

But fans these days have never experienced such a blow.

A top-notch team in Asia, but lost to a provincial or municipal team at home?

This directly ruined the chance of entering the World Cup next year.

On the night of the game, countless fans took to the streets to vent their anger and chased the Hong Kong players for several blocks. The scene was extremely cruel.

Fortunately, Zhai Yuan is an expert in exporting traditional Chinese culture, and he led Li Moon-feng and the other two women to sneak out of the Workers' Stadium. That night, the foreign guest hotel was surrounded by fanatical fans and they dared not go back. The Federation of Literary and Art Circles arranged a new place for them to rest, and they only sneaked back this morning when the situation stabilized a little.

I called the front desk and asked them to deliver some newspapers to the room.

Zhai Yuan flipped through the titles.

"The eagerness to win, the emphasis on offense over defense, the monotonous tactics, and the poor skills are a painful lesson" - "Sports Daily"

"Football hooligans made trouble unreasonably, and the police arrested a total of 127 troublemakers" - "People's Daily"

"The Chinese national football team players drink porridge and eat pickled vegetables. Their inherent advantages are not as good as those of the team that eats chicken, duck and fish for nourishment. I urge everyone not to ignore the objective facts." - "Football"

Almost all newspapers published news about this event on their front pages.

The most important one among them was an old man: "Football should be taught from childhood..."

three days later.

The shadow of the game gradually dissipated.

The city of Yanjing gradually returned to peace.

Zhou Xuejun and the staff of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles began to look for a suitable filming location with the main creators of the "91" crew.

Both "Once Upon a Time in China" and "Mr. Vampire" are films set in the early Republic of China, so it was inevitable to build sets. Fortunately, the city of Yanjing still retains many ancient buildings, such as the several large alleys nearby, and Mentougou and Gubei Water Town further away, which retain buildings and mountain courtyards in the style of the Republic of China.

Gray brick walls and quaint lattice windows.

Even with just a few simple embellishments, the retro folk flavor of the early Republic of China can be revealed.

Xu Qi walked through the alleys on the blue bricks and couldn't help but praise: "It turns out that there are so many places suitable for filming in the mainland. If I had known earlier, I would have come here earlier."

Liu Zhenwei flipped through the script in his hand and said, "Suddenly there are so many more scenes, like a poor man suddenly becoming rich. I don't know how to shoot it."

Everyone knows how difficult the conditions are for filming in Hong Kong.

For example, the filming of Zhao's movies and TV series is all concentrated in the greenhouse in Qingshui Bay. They tear pieces of plastic to make waterfalls, use foam rockery and fake rocks, and try to only give close-up shots of the actors' upper bodies. If the distance is slightly farther away, passing cars will easily be exposed.

Now that the world is getting better, Jiahe and Xinyicheng can both shoot abroad, but the costs also increase.

When shooting in mainland China, the main focus is on cheapness and ease of use.

Among Hong Kong filmmakers, Li Hanxiang was the first to try something new.

This time, Jiu Yi is following closely behind, and is determined to make the two films in hand well-made, breaking free from the shackles of small-budget Hong Kong films in terms of picture quality.

(End of this chapter)