Zhang Kuang stood up from the bench, high-fived his teammates and celebrated with the coaching staff.
He walked onto the field to celebrate with his teammates. Although this game consumed the Qi and Blood Points that he had managed to collect recently, it was enough to win.
In this game, he did everything he could.
Grenoble's Japan national footballer Daisuke Matsui stood in the middle of the court, hands on his hips, breathing heavily. His jersey was covered with dirt and grass clippings, and sweat fell from his forehead and dripped on the turf.
He lost the game.
But his performance was not bad - one assist, one goal, and many key steals on the defensive end. From any angle, he was one of Grenoble's best players in this game.
But the performance of Zhang Kuang is even more terrifying.
Daisuke Matsui stood there, looking at Zhang Kuang not far away. That China was ten years younger than him, half a head taller than him, a bit stronger than him, ran faster than him, jumped higher than him, headed the ball better than him, shot better from long range, and dribbling breakthroughs were at a level that he didn't even dare to compete with.
The most important thing is: Zhang Kuang has an unlimited future, and he is coming to the end of his career.
Throughout the game, Daisuke Matsui was trying to prove one thing - that he is no less talented as a Japan player than as a talented player like China.
But at the end of the game, he discovered the cruelty of reality. Zhang Kuang was simply not comparable to him.
He took a deep breath and walked towards Zhang Kuang.
Zhang Kuang was talking to Grichting, and when he saw Daisuke Matsui walking over, he was stunned for a moment.
Daisuke Matsui walked up to him, took off his jersey, and handed it over with both hands.
"Exchanging jerseys?" His French had a clear Japanese accent, but every word was clear.
Zhang Kuang looked into his eyes, nodded, took off his No. 33 jersey, and handed it over.
The moment the two exchanged jerseys, Daisuke Matsui bent down deeply.
A standard Japanese bow.
It is not the kind of ceremonial bow that raises the head once it is nodded, but the kind of bow in which the waist is bent at more than 90 degrees and held for more than two seconds.
Zhang Kuang was stunned.
He didn't expect Daisuke Matsui to do this.
On the football field, exchanging jerseys is common etiquette, but bowing - especially to an opposing player after a loss - is extremely rare in professional football.
That is a kind of respect from the heart.
Daisuke Matsui straightened up, looked at Zhang Kuang, and said, "You are the pride of Asia, come on, become a superstar like Cristiano Ronaldo Messi, so that we Asia also have football superstars."
Zhang Kuang nodded after listening, and he understood Daisuke Matsui's eyes.
Zhang Kuang stretched out his hand towards him.
Daisuke Matsui held his hand.
"If there were no historical reasons, maybe we would become friends, and I wish you good luck."
Daisuke Matsui smiled in style, nodded, turned around, and walked into the player tunnel...
At this time, China fans on the Internet were in a frenzy.
"I cried. Daisuke Matsui bowed to Zhang Kuang. Japan national football team bowed to China players. This is a scene I never thought I would see."
"Zhang Kuang used his strength to conquer the Japan national football team. He didn't conquer a person, he conquered the self-esteem of a country."
"To be honest, the moment I saw Daisuke Matsui bowing, I felt that the injustice China football had suffered for so many years was all worth it."
"Daisuke Matsui is a player worthy of respect. When he loses, he admits defeat, doesn't argue, doesn't make excuses, and bows. This is the spirit of sportsmanship."
"Zhang Kuang is awesome! China football is awesome!"
"Don't talk about China football, Zhang Kuang is Zhang Kuang, China football is China football. Zhang Kuang football is awesome, China football is still the same China football."
"Anyway, I am proud today. I am not proud of China football, but proud of Zhang Kuang."
"Japan What's the reaction from netizens? Is there anyone going to move it?"
On the Internet of Japan, the style of painting also exploded.
"Matsui-kun bowed to that China person..."
"Why? Why bow? Did we lose? Did we lose three to five? We lost, but is it necessary to bow?"
"Matsui is expressing respect for the strong. This is the spirit of sportsmanship, not admitting defeat."
"That China guy is really strong. With three goals and two assists, he made five goals by himself. Mr. Matsui had one goal and one assist in the game. His performance was already very good, but that China guy is on another level."
"Admit it, Zhang Kuang is Asia, the strongest player in the history of football, bar none."
"Don't say that. He has only played a few games? Let's wait and see if he can last for half a season."
"A few games are enough, and many abilities have been demonstrated. Have you ever seen any Asia player perform like this in Ligue 1? Score five goals by one person? Not even Hidetoshi Nakata has done it."
These were all off-field remarks. Zhang Kuang and his teammates went to the away fan area to express their thanks, but there were many female fans throwing notes at him along the way.
"Zhang, Fake, Fake, Callme, Callme!"
"Zhang, LOOK, LOOK!" A female fan squeezed her chest hard and showed it to Zhang Kuang.
"Zhang..."
Zhang Kuang had a wry smile on his face. Although he was thick-skinned, he couldn't show anything now, so he had to put his hands together to greet these people, and then left quickly.
Afterwards, Zhang Kuang was informed by the staff that he won the MVP again.
This is his fourth consecutive game to win the MVP.
He held the game ball - gave it to his teammates and asked them to sign it -
When he reached the entrance of the passage, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
Marina Durand stared at him with a resentful look on his face, as if he wanted to eat him.
She was wearing a black business suit, her blond hair was draped over her shoulders, she was holding a microphone in her hand, and a cameraman followed behind her.
"Zhang!" She said with a strange enthusiasm in her voice, "Congratulations! Hat trick! Three goals and two assists! One person made five goals!"
"Thank you." Zhang Kuang nodded politely.
"Can you accept our post-game interview?"
Zhang Kuang glanced at the camera lens, and then at Marina's eyes shining under the light.
"Of course, who can resist a beautiful reporter from TF1?"
Marina walked to him - stood very close, so close that Zhang Kuang could smell the perfume on her body.
"First of all, congratulations on your hat trick. Is this your first hat trick since joining Auxerre?" she asked.
"The fourth." Zhang Kuang said, "The third in the league, France Cup is the first."
"Five games, four hat tricks." Marina's voice carried an exaggerated exclamation, "This information is so crazy. What do you think is the best part of your performance today?"
Zhang Kuang thought for a while, "When the team was in the most difficult time, I stood up."
"You were trailing 2-0 in the first half, and when you got a goal back, you were trailing 3-1 again. What were you thinking at that time?"
"I'm thinking, we can't lose." Zhang Kuang said quickly, "No matter what method you use, you can't lose. If you want to be strong, you must have the momentum of a strong person and have the team's genes to reverse the game."
Marina nodded, and then changed the subject. "Today you showed many skills that we have never seen before in the game - Stepovers, wing breakthroughs, and continuous passing. Are these skills that you have had before, but you just haven't shown them yet, or have you just practiced them recently?"
Zhang Kuang was silent for a second.
"I have always had these skills." He said, "It's just that I'm a bit lazy. After all, to be a center, you only need to head near the penalty area and kick with your feet to solve the problem. Why do you need to be a winger and run long distances? Running is very tiring. If you can't run, don't run."
"Huh? You become a center just because you don't have to run long distances like a winger? This... is really lazy."
"Last question, how do you evaluate today's opponents and teammates? What made it so difficult for you?"
Zhang Kuang: "How can I put it this way? Our teammates were a little unexcited today. This may be because after playing for more than half a season, the players' nerves that have been tense are a little tired. In addition, today we are playing against the bottom team, so everyone completely relaxed their tight strings, and the boat almost capsized."
If our team wants to compete for the championship, I think our teammates have to overcome this mental fatigue. After all, a championship team cannot lose a game.
As for the opponents, I want to say that they deserved to win today. Their tactics successfully restrained us, and the performance of their players was far better than ours. Coupled with their unity, home team and other factors, they really looked more like the winning side."
Marina: "Unfortunately, they encountered you who performed bravely today. Well, thank you for accepting our interview."
She signaled the camera to turn off, then she tilted her head slightly and lowered her voice, "Zhang, are you free tonight? I want to do a more in-depth interview."
Zhang Kuang glanced at her. "There must be time. Is there any new way to play?"
Marina smiled. There was something polite about a professional journalist in that smile, but also something else.
"I guarantee you're satisfied. OK, I'll contact you."