Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Under normal circumstances, winning the runner-up title in the Asian Youth Championship is considered an honor.

But tonight's runner-up was really embarrassing.

Six to one.

finals.

The Chinese team scored six goals.

Moreover, Lin Qi alone took on six of them.

Wearing such a silver medal around your neck is practically like being publicly executed.

What surprised the Japanese team even more was that the person who presented them with the award was Chung Mong-gyu, the South Korean vice president of the Asian Football Confederation.

When Chung Mong-gyu stepped forward, the expressions of many Japanese players changed for a moment.

His originally gloomy brows relaxed slightly.

Good guy.

Surprisingly, the people who presented them with the awards were Koreans.

This created a very subtle sense of balance in their minds.

After all, the Japanese team had a very tough time tonight.

However, the South Korean team was eliminated by the Chinese team much earlier.

They'll go home after the quarterfinals.

They didn't even qualify for the World Youth Championship.

Thinking about it this way, at least the Japanese team made it to the finals, at least they got a ticket to the World Youth Championship, and at least they can stand on the podium.

If they were to face Lin Qi in the quarterfinals like the South Korean team and be sent home, that would be even more disastrous.

Some Japanese players even had a bitter and absurd thought.

Fortunately, it wasn't Lin Qi in the quarterfinals.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even qualify for the World Youth Championships.

After returning to China, they will probably face social death from all the criticism.

Chung Mong-kyu was also in a bad mood.

He had just taken over the position left by the retiring Chinese vice chairman Zhang Jilong this year, and for a time he was full of vigor and ambition.

With strong support from South Korean conglomerates and the football community, he was originally expected to achieve great things.

South Korean football has always wanted to recreate the glory of the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup.

Even if it cannot be truly replicated, at least we hope to continue to suppress China and Japan at the youth level in Asia.

As a result, the South Korean team was eliminated by the Chinese team in the quarterfinals of this competition.

Moreover, he was beaten so badly by Lin Qi that he had no chance to fight back.

They did not qualify for the World Youth Championship.

There was no champion.

There were no individual awards.

Now, he also has to present the runner-up medal to their arch-rivals, the Japanese team.

No wonder it tastes bad.

Jung Mong-kyu wore a professional smile.

But the smile was somewhat stiff.

When he put the silver medal on Doan Ritsu's finger, the two exchanged a glance.

Tang Anlu nodded politely.

Jung Mong-kyu nodded as well.

There was no further communication.

But both sides knew the truth.

It wasn't just the Japanese who felt bad watching the Chinese team celebrate tonight.

Koreans are also upset.

The center of Asian football seemed to have been forcibly pulled towards China overnight by Lin Qi.

Tomiyasu Kenjiro stepped forward.

Chung Mong-kyu hung the silver medal around his neck.

Takehiro Tomiyasu glanced down.

The silver medal gleamed coldly under the lights.

Normally, this should be an honor.

But at this moment, he only felt that it was blinding.

Not long after the medal was hung up, he reached out and took it off his neck, clutching it in his hand.

Other Japanese players followed suit.

Doan Ritsu removed the silver plaque.

Tanaka Midori took off the silver medal.

Yuta Nakayama won the silver medal.

Tomoya Wakahara almost subconsciously pulled off his silver medal, gripped it tightly, and lowered his head, refusing to look at the camera.

They didn't throw the medals away.

They did not do anything excessive.

But their reluctance to wear the silver medal around their necks was enough to explain their feelings.

This silver medal is too hot.

It's too eye-catching.

It doesn't remind them that they are the second largest in Asia.

It only reminded them that they had just been slaughtered 6-1 in the final.

He Wei looked at the screen, and his voice softened slightly.

"The Japanese team is now receiving their silver medals one after another."

"We saw that many Japanese players took their silver medals off their necks immediately after receiving them."

Xu Yang said:

"This gesture perfectly illustrates their current mood."

"The runner-up position is not a disgrace to the losers, but the course of tonight's competition made it really hard for them to accept this silver medal."

"Especially the 6-1 score in the final, it was too heavy."

He Wei nodded.

That's how competitive sports are.

"Some silver medals are honorable even in defeat."

"Some silver medals, however, serve as a constant reminder of how far you are from the championship."

"For the Japanese team tonight, this silver medal may be a sting."

"It will make them remember for a long time to come that there was once a Chinese boy named Lin Qi who shattered their championship dream with six goals in the AFC U-19 Championship final."

The live stream chat also captured this scene.

The Japanese team won all their matches.

This silver medal is definitely not something you can wear.

[A 6-1 runner-up finish—whoever wears this is embarrassed.]

[The fact that South Koreans awarded the runner-up title to a Japanese athlete is truly outrageous.]

Chung Mong-gyu must be feeling bitter; South Korea is going home after reaching the quarterfinals.

The AFC's choice of presenters for the awards is clearly designed for entertainment.

Qatar awarded Saudi Arabia third place, South Korea awarded Japan second place, and China ultimately won the championship.

This Asian Youth Championship has been a complete farce.

Lin Qi single-handedly disrupted the Asian political landscape.

After receiving their silver medals, the Japanese team stood to the side for a group photo, following protocol.

They managed to line up in two rows.

The camera panned across the room, and only a few people were smiling.

Atsushi Uchiyama stood on one side of the team, holding the runner-up medal in his hand, looking exhausted.

Chung Mong-kyu stood on the other side and professionally clapped.

This group photo looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

After the filming was finished, the Japanese team quickly withdrew.

They did not linger.

He did not speak with reporters.

Someone walked towards the passageway with their head down.

Some people stood aside, waiting for the final champion to receive the award.

As required by the procedure, the runner-up and third-place winners had to stay on site to witness the champion's ascension to the top.

For them, this was more like another kind of torment.

The expressions on the Japanese players' faces became even more complicated when the golden figures of the Chinese team began to regroup.

Gold champion's uniform.

Individual trophies, national flags, cheers.

These were all scenes they had imagined before the match.

They also wondered if a Japanese team winning the championship would mark the beginning of a new golden generation.

Will there be more opportunities to travel to Europe?

Will anyone be directly promoted to the senior national team?

But now, all of these belong to the Chinese team.

To be precise, it belonged to the Chinese team led by Lin Qi.

The beautiful host returned to the forefront.

Her voice was noticeably louder than before.

"Next—"

The lights on set suddenly brightened.

The championship trophy, shaped like a golden dragon holding a ball, was solemnly lifted up by the staff.

The cheers of Chinese fans in the stadium had already begun to rise in advance.

The beautiful host took a deep breath and announced in both English and Arabic:

"Please welcome the champion of this year's Asian Youth Football Championship!"

"China Team!"

"Go up on stage to receive your award!"

boom!

The entire stadium exploded instantly.

The red stands were filled with a sea of ​​national flags.

"China Team!"

"champion!"

"Lin Qi!"

"champion!"

Chen Dayi was the first to jump up.

"Brothers!"

"Let's go up and win the championship!"

Wu Xiaohai clenched his fist in excitement.

Yang Ruian took a deep breath and hugged the Best Midfielder trophy tightly.

Chen Wei's eyes reddened again.

Gao Zhunyi looked up at the awards podium, his expression unusually dazed.

Lin Qi stood in the middle of the crowd, draped in the national flag, looking at the trophy in front of him.

At this moment, all the noise seemed to slow down.

From Serie A to Sampdoria to the AFC U-19 Championship.

From being stuck in traffic, to being drugged, to lagging behind in Qatar.

They eliminated South Korea, defeated Australia, and beat Japan 6-1.

We've finally arrived here.

Madaloni stood at the front of the team and glanced back at all the players.

He wanted to say something.

But when the words came out, only the simplest sentence remained.

"Walk."

"Go win the championship."