Fox in the Penalty Area Chapter 209

"Now, let's welcome all the members of the football team that represent the school for our honor in Anton Province with the warmest applause!

With the passionate voice of the instructor, "Athlete March" sounded on the school playground broadcast.

In the sound of the music, Hu Lai and Yan Yan each grabbed the handle of the championship trophy, lifted this heavy national championship gold cup, and stepped onto the steps leading to the rostrum.

The players of the football team all followed behind them and took to the stage in turn, receiving the tribute and applause and cheers from the teachers and students of the whole school.

After all the players stood on the podium for three rows, the instructor asked the team captain Yan Yan to speak on behalf of the team.

These are fixed procedures and should be discussed before the welcome ceremony.

Once Yan Yan heard that he wanted to let the captain speak, he would push Hu Lai up. According to his ideas, Hu Lai will certainly not refuse to face such a scene, and will even play extraordinary, and the speech will be better. And in a sense, Hu Lai is indeed the captain of the team.

But beyond Yan Yan's expectation, Hu Lai refused and refused to give a speech as the captain.

His reason was that he was afraid that he would go ridiculously and talk about him. It would be embarrassing.

In desperation, Yan Yan can only bludgeon to catch the ducks on the shelf, and gave a speech as a team representative...

While Yan Yan was speaking in front of the microphone on the front of the microphone and talking about non-nutritive empty talk, Li Ziqiang turned his head slightly and looked at Hu Lai who was standing in the first row of the team.

Although Hu Lai now has a smile on his face and looks like other happy players, he always feels that Hu Lai is a bit wrong today.

Because today Hu Lai is a little quieter...

The most important thing is how could this kid give up the chance to get the limelight? Being able to give a speech on this occasion on behalf of the whole team and become the focus of attention of the school's teachers and students is the dream of this kid. How could he refuse?

Li Ziqiang knew that Hu Lai's father did not agree with him to play football, but he thought it might be due to some kind of hearsay prejudice, or he was not confident in his child's potential, and he didn't believe he could take this path by his own ability.

Now from Hu Lai's abnormal performance, Li Ziqiang speculated that perhaps Hu Lai's persuasion of his father's actions last night had no good effect, and his family still resisted him to play professional football.

"...Finally, we can achieve such a result, which is inseparable from the school's concern and attention to football, so this championship is not only an honor for the football team, but also an honor for Dongchuan Middle School. Thank you all!"

As Yan Yan's speech came to an end, thunderous applause and cheers rang from the playground.

Li Ziqiang saw a bright smile on Hu Lai's face, and then clapped hard with his teammates.

Seeing this scene, he hummed in his heart: at a young age, his acting skills are quite good...

Then he took his gaze back and, like everyone else, slapped.

The golden cup on the rostrum sparkled in the morning light, as if responding to thunderous applause.

Wearing a school uniform of Dongchuan Middle School, Hu Lai was standing in an open field covered with wild grass, carrying a schoolbag.

This used to be a secret training base he had taken care of.

He is training alone here, dreaming that one day when he is back out of the rivers and lakes, his magic has been accomplished, and then on the court kicked those farts kicked by those who look down on him.

At that time, he was only dreaming of joining the school team. As for any national competitions and national championships, he dare not even think about it.

Since joining the school team, he has never been here again.

Now this secret training base is covered with weeds, a sign of depression.

Looking around left and right, it's almost a "demolition" word.

Although it has not been demolished, it will definitely be demolished in the future. Dongchuan City is now promoting the transformation of shanty towns, and this old residential house will definitely be demolished in the future.

At that time, the starting point of your own football will no longer exist.

Li Ziqiang stood by the window of her daughter's room, watching the teenager in the open space downstairs had been there for a while, and then shouted, "Are you going to stand there until dark?"

As soon as he said something, he saw that the person below shuddered obviously, obviously frightened by his sudden shouts.

"Coach?" He raised his head and looked at Li Ziqiang in the window, shouting in surprise.

Li Ziqiang turned around and looked at Hu Lai who was still afraid of shrinking at the door, and said angrily, "Come in, what are you doing outside?"

Hu Lai crossed the threshold, and then asked: "Do you want to change shoes, coach?"

Li Ziqiang looked at the floor of his home and shook his head: "Forget it, don't change it."

"Oh, good." Hu Lai walked out of the entrance and came to the living room, then stood in front of the sofa and looked around the old house.

Looking at the space is bigger than your own home, but looking at the furnishings is much older.

Then he smelled a faint scent, coming from a row of clothes hanging by the window.

It smelled light, but Hu Lai smelled it all at once, because it smelled the same as his laundry detergent.

The reason why the laundry detergent tastes the same is because Hu Lai's laundry detergent is exactly the same as that of the coach's house-it was Li Qingqing who asked him to ask for it, and then asked her mother to buy it.

But whether it is the clothes he washed himself or the smell he smelled at the coach's house today, it still has the same taste as the one that Li Qingqing handed to his jersey in Hu Lai's memory...

At this time, Hu Lai realized that Li Qingqing had lived here. This is the home of coach Li Qingqing and her father Li Ziqiang.

"Why don't you go home after school?" Li Ziqiang leaned against the dining table, his arms around his arms as he looked at Hu Lai who was curiously looking at the house.

"Don't want to go back."

Hu Lai's honest answer surprised Li Ziqiang: "I thought you were looking for an excuse. Doesn't it seem to be smooth with your parents last night?"

"I had a quarrel with my dad." Hu Lai said, bowing his head.

"Why doesn't your father want you to play football? Did he read the negative media reports about Chinese football in the past?"

Hu Lai raised his head and looked at Li Ziqiang: "Coach, you came from a professional football school. I want to ask if you have seen the intentional abandonment of teammates in training for competition?"

Li Ziqiang was stunned. He didn't expect Hu Lai to ask such a question. He realized that this should not have been casually thought of by Hu Lai, but he was probably related to Hu Lai's father. So he asked: "Why ask such a question?"

"I only learned yesterday that my dad used to be a professional player, but he retired because of injury without even playing a professional game. The injury that caused him to retire was caused by his teammates during training-the two were fighting for A quota for the first team, his teammates shattered his knee..."

Hu Lai told his head coach about the contention between him and his father yesterday.

Li Ziqiang heard his face more dignified, and when Hu Lai was finished, he was silent for a while before saying: "I can't say that this kind of thing abounds, nor can I say that there is no such thing. Although after these years of football reform, There are many dark sides that have improved or even disappeared... But it is true that there are many dark sides in football that you have not seen, some are problems of our national football system, and some are football itself. The characteristics-competitive sports are cruel in nature, and a large number of elite sports are finally selected through a large number of eliminations. In this process, there will be losers and a large number. Even European and American football developed countries are no exception. But... "

Speaking of which, Li Ziqiang was silent again, then shook his head and said: "Nothing but. Your dad is right. In our country, there is indeed such a problem. If you give up the college entrance examination and give up your studies to focus on professional football, this It is undoubtedly a kind of gambling. Of course, if you have won, you can say that you have lost? What can high school education do in this society? Your only way out may be to be a football coach..."

"So the coach is against me going to a professional team?" Hu Lai asked.

Li Ziqiang shook his head: "I didn't say that."

"But you also said that this is a gamble. If I lose, my high school education can't do anything in society. The only way out is to be a football coach..."

"It's not bad to be a football coach." Li Ziqiang said. "I am a football coach."

"But I want to be a professional player."

"After listening to your dad's story, what do you want to do?"

Hu Lai frowned for a few seconds and said, "I still want to."

"Now that you have the answers, why are you tangled like constipation?" Li Ziqiang hummed.

"I do not know……"

"If you are frightened by your dad's story and want to come to me for some psychological comfort. I'm sorry, I can't comfort you. I can't assure you that after so many years of development, football in our country will not appear Such a problem. Because your dad's thing is not a matter of system, but a problem of human nature. When you encounter a careful eye that hates you, and envy you for taking his place, maybe it's possible to do something impulsive in training. Come... Even if the system has changed, as long as the player is still playing, this kind of thing cannot be said and will never happen again."

Speaking of which, Li Ziqiang glanced at Hu Lai again, observed his expression, and saw that he only frowned slightly, but there was no other reaction, so he continued.

"And I want to remind you that human evil is still probable and does not happen from time to time. But the competitive nature of competitive sports is 100%. Even if you don't encounter that kind of malicious teammate or opponent, A lot of things will affect your final outcome. It may be a normal injury, it may be luck, or it may not be talented enough...Sometimes the team changes a coach may become the turning point of your career, or you A goal missed in a key game... Professional football is not as good as you think, and the future of professional players is not as bright as imagined. There is great pressure, few opportunities, and the winner is king.

"The difficulties you encountered when you just joined the school team are not worth mentioning in the real professional football stage. The power I hit you in training is the treatment you will definitely enjoy in the professional arena. High school football and professional Football is a completely different world. Even if you become the best player, best shooter, and national champion in the high school national competition, it does not mean that you can definitely become a real professional player. You may be very talented, But any player who is enough to enter the professional team, every one is a genius of the same age. What you are competing with is no longer the school students who only want to enjoy the joy of football, but the people who eat this bowl of rice.

"In addition, there are many temptations outside of football. Alcohol, women, money... These will ultimately affect your career... Don't think I am alarmist, every sentence I say is professional football The real situation, even what I said is less than one percent of real professional football... I tell you this, and it is not to retreat to make you difficult. I have no position, I just want to put the truth about football dreams Let me tell you. It's like a letter of responsibility. If you all understand it carefully and think about it carefully, and still stick to your ideals, that's your business, it has nothing to do with me.”

Hu Lai listened to the head coach saying so much in one breath, which was dare not imagined before, he was a little ignorant.

Li Ziqiang didn't care what he thought in his mind. After he said these words, he ordered a guest order: "Don't go home yet, do you want me to keep you for dinner?"

Hu Lai got up in ignorance, said goodbye to the coach, and went out.

He just walked out of the door, but was stopped by Li Ziqiang again.

"coach?"

Li Ziqiang was silent for two seconds and said: "If you go to a professional team, you have to work harder than you are on the school team."

"I know, coach." Hu Lai smiled, he really knew this. Even if there is a system, obviously he can't become stronger immediately, he still needs to improve himself through training.

"You are really talented, Hu Lai... but you remember, if you can't put ten times the effort of others, then your talent is just worthless stones."

Hu Lai looked at the coach standing in the house, he was almost completely hidden in the dark environment of the old house, so that Hu Lai could not see what the coach's expression is now.

This man he recruited into the team but never gave him a good face, so he scolded him at every turn, and tortured him with so-called special training. If it weren't for him to pull out a [World Wave Experience Card], it's really a year of basic training on the school team. Only in high school can he represent the school team to participate in the competition, what will his fate now become, he I don't know...

Although he always smiled at the coach, he never liked this person from the heart.

But he didn't hate him either.

Because no matter what the reason, he always gave himself a chance. After seizing the opportunity, he did his best to cultivate himself.

His special training for himself has benefited him a lot.

This man is always the first real coach in his football career.

So Hu Lai turned around, facing Li Ziqiang, and bowed deeply to him: "Thank you, I remember."

Li Ziqiang didn't speak until Hu Lai got up and walked away. He didn't say anything, so he stood in the shadow of the old house.

When Hu Lai walked to the doorway of the alley where the coach's house was, he suddenly patted his head and thought of something.

So he turned to the entrance where the secret base was located.

Stepping past the waist-deep weeds near the roots of the wall, Hu Lai searched through the grass.

He wanted to find his own football, and then take it away from this abandoned secret base.

He has forgotten it for a long time, and now that he remembers it, how can he stay here and be forgotten like this open space?

It was just too far away from the last time he came here for training. He forgot that he had hidden the football in the grass the last time... he could only bear bites of mosquitoes and find them a little bit.

Finally, after searching for a few minutes, he pulled off a piece of grass, and a dirty, deflated football appeared in front of him.

Hu Lai's eyes lit up and reached for the football.

Although you don't need to confirm, you can know that this is his unique football in the world.

After all, it's too familiar.

But he still flipped the football, trying to find the mark he left.

That "WHO".

He found "WHO", but at the same time looked at the line of Arabic numbers under the somewhat obscure "WHO" with surprise.

A total of eleven.

This is a string of phone numbers.

Who will leave a phone number on his football?

Looking at Juan Xiu's handwriting, a face appeared in Hu Lai's mind.

"Are you looking for it?"

A crisp silver bell sounded behind him, and he looked back sharply at the entrance to the secret training base, but there was no girl in the uniform of Dongchuan Middle School.

The sound seemed to just echo in his mind.

Perhaps it was just the rustle of the wind blowing through the grass that he misunderstood as someone talking.

Join the school team, participate in the national competition, win the national championship, best shooter and best player...

Even if you have a system, but if it wasn't for the girl who appeared here and said to herself: "I teach you."

I am afraid this will not happen in such a short time.

When she left school to play professional football, he and Song Jiajia also regretted not writing down her contact information.

Unexpectedly, when she left long ago~www.mtlnovel.com~ wrote the phone number on the football.

And he even waited until this moment to think of coming here to find this football.

If he had forgotten, if he had been demolished here before he came... wouldn't it just be missed?

Hu Lai looked down at the deflated football in his hand and stood among the weeds.

He now remembers his dad and the "truth" that professional coaches told him about professional football.

They didn't lie to themselves. What they said was true. They have fully understood the risks behind taking professional football.

But now no matter who asks him if he wants to play professional football, he will probably nod and say: Yes!

why?

Because in that world, there is a person waiting to catch up with himself.

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