Three Battles, Three Wins, First in Group to Advance!

When the final whistle sounded, the score between the Chinese team and Paraguay was locked at 3–0.

Although Paraguay launched a frantic counterattack in the final stages, they still failed to shake the Chinese team's defense.

When the final whistle blew, the stadium was filled with nothing but Chinese supporters cheering in celebration of victory.

Before the World Cup began, although expectations for this National Football Team were high, fans who had lived through the bitter lesson of the 2002 World Cup did not dare hope for too much.

They had only set the goals of scoring one goal, earning one point, and winning one match!

Yet after three matches, the National Football Team had swept to three straight wins. Not only had they exceeded those goals, but they had also advanced as group winners.

This greatly exceeded every fan's expectations and made them feel that their support and attention over the past half month had not been in vain.

When the whistle sounded, Lin Feng stepped onto the pitch and went around high-fiving his teammates one by one.

Wu Lei, who had failed to get any playing time, looked rather dejected. Before the match, he had worried that the huge crowd would affect his performance, but the facts proved that he had worried for nothing.

Old Zhu had not given him even a single minute. His worries had been completely pointless.

"What's wrong? Not happy?"

Lin Feng noticed Wu Lei's disappointment, walked over, put an arm around his shoulders, and asked with a smile.

"No, no... Alright, maybe a little disappointed!"

"Competition in the national team is fierce, and there are only so many spots on the pitch. With our current tactics, we can have at most two players on the forward line.

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