Chapter 14 First encounter setbacks ()

The second day of the final, xx park in S City

Several players from the Beijing xx club like to ignore the enthusiastic fans. They look cool and do warm-up exercises, but the more they do this, the more enthusiastic the fans are. I really don’t know if Chinese fans are fools.

From afar, Ye Feng saw the arrogant look of his opponent and the beautiful woman cheering, and he was jealous: "Oh, I said A Xiang, look at their faces, just like they are superstars. What's so great about it? They are just professional players. No wonder the 1.3 billion Chinese people have been working hard for more than 40 years but still can't understand football. Look at their bear-like appearance. Damn, they have a flat brain shape."

Zhang Xiang turned around and looked at Ye Feng, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you not convinced?"

Ye Feng suddenly glared at his big eyes and said disdainfully: "Why should I convince them? Who do he think he is?" (Ye Feng subtext: Beautiful mm cheers them, and he is unwilling to accept it.)

Zhang Xiang ignored Ye Feng, turned around and continued to walk towards the stadium, and inadvertently said: "Don't convince? Then go to the stadium to prove yourself and kill him."

"Drill them?" Ye Feng murmured to himself.

The administrator stood on the simple platform, exaggerating the previous "records" of several members of the Beijing xx club team at the speakers, praising how strong and awesome they are. Speaking of the love affairs, it often caused the beautiful audiences in the audience to scream from time to time, and the administrator seemed to enjoy it. "When did I get so much attention? Although I am not paying attention to myself, I am still quite happy to show my face in front of the beautiful women."

The Beijing xx club team waved to the audience from time to time, showing a smile that he thought was very cool, almost causing a riot on the scene.

Fortunately, the S Municipal Government supports this competition. After all, it is a national competition. About 300 riot police officers were dispatched. "The equipment is imported from France and has never been used. This time I can show my face in front of the citizens. I am not a waste of time."

Because he wanted to go to the grassroots level to improve his "affinity", the municipal party secretary cooperated to sit in the most prominent position in the VIP seat, but the audience seemed not to buy the face of the newly appointed municipal party secretary, and ignored him and thought he was like air.

The secretary of the municipal party committee smiled awkwardly and turned around and chatted with the celebrities next to him.

In addition to several "social celebrities" from S City, there were also two "foreign friends" sitting in the VIP seat, but this did not attract the attention of fans.

Xiangfeng team finally arrived, but when Ye Feng waved to the beauties, it attracted a burst of clamor. However, it was not to welcome Xiangfeng team, but to scold them for being late, which made their "idol" wait for so long. Although the two people in front of Xiangfeng team were handsome, how could they be compared with big stars? " (Why should Chinese handsome men and beautiful women be ordinary people at most look at and enjoy the eyes. If they are sports stars or entertainment stars, it would be different. What a weird thing, maybe it is universally used all over the world)

Ye Feng smiled awkwardly, scolding the people of the Beijing xx club delegation in his heart. He hated him so much that his teeth were itchy. Zhang Xiang shrugged without caring. The two teams stood side by side in front of the VIP stand, accepting the verbal bombardment of the municipal party secretary. He heard the buzzing sound in his head. When the municipal party secretary kindly said, "Friendship first and second in the competition, the whole game, including the two teams, was completely frothed and foaming at the mouth.

"Huh~~ We can finally play, he, how long has he been talking?" Ye Feng said to Zhang Xiang while patting his head.

"It seems to be thirty minutes..." Zhang Xiang murmured.

"Oh my God, he is a sinner. He wasted my youth unscrupulously. I hope he will not come again next time. If he comes again, I will abstain from the right."

Zhang Xiang did not answer him, but looked at Zhang Ling, a representative member of the Beijing XX Club two meters away. He was about 1.78 meters tall. In Ye Feng's words, "He looks pretty good."

"He is the only player in this streetball game who can play the main player in the professional league. According to the boss's information, he seems to be only 19 years old. In China, there are only a handful of people who can play the main player of a strong team at the age of 19. Moreover, he performed well last season, with as many as 18 goals, ranking second in the scorer list."

"It seems that I have met an opponent. If I continue to hide my strength, it will be no fun. I haven't shot with ten-layer force for a long time. I wonder if the preparation party has changed to a stronger barbed wire." Zhang Xiang smiled evilly.

No matter what type of football it is, it is not enough to fight alone, and the opponent is all professional players. On this side, no one of the Xiangfeng team is their opponent except Zhang Xiang and Ye Feng. This time, Xiangfeng team is a little trouble.

The administrator took out the coin from his pocket, threw it up and took it to the back of his hand, and took it away with the left hand covered on the back of his hand. It was the front, and the Beijing xx club team served the ball first.

Ye Feng seemed very dissatisfied and muttered to Zhang Xiang in confusion: "Hey, A Xiang, are you talking about the administrator cheating? Apart from the first game, why is it not our turn to serve every time? Is his coin only one front?"

Zhang Xiang looked at Ye Feng with a squinted eyes and said impatiently: "Don't talk so much nonsense, use this energy on the court, don't... I always feel uncomfortable if I have nothing to do." Ye Feng was so anxious that he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

The opponent Zhang Ling took the ball and picked it up slightly, then used various parts to push the football, and made fancy moves, which attracted the audience outside the court to applause, and of course, it was also mixed with the cheers of the beautiful women.

Ye Feng was so angry that his mind was dizzy and rushed towards Zhang Ling, "Hehe, I want to destroy your majesty." Ye Feng ran around Zhang Ling with his teeth and claws, but he couldn't get the ball. Zhang Ling elegantly protected the ball and did not let Ye Feng go beyond the line. Instead, he played with Ye Feng in his palms like a cat fighting a mouse. The audience outside the field applauded even harder.

Zhang Xiang saw something wrong and called Ye Feng back loudly. Ye Feng returned to Zhang Xiang with dejected expression.

"How come you use your own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths? Your characteristics are attack, passes, and consciousness. How did you learn from the defender?" Zhang Xiang frowned and taught Ye Feng a lesson.

Ye Feng pondered for a moment, as if he had figured out something. He slowly raised his head, looking at Zhang Xiang, and the faint sadness in his eyes was replaced by the desire for football.

When Zhang Xiang saw Ye Feng recovering from his past, he finally felt relieved. "The warm flowers in the warm room also need to go through the wind and rain. One day, the warm room will be destroyed by lightning. By that time, it will not withstand the wind and rain."

If Zhang Xiang hadn't said this, this incident would have left an indelible shadow in Ye Feng's heart, and he would be unable to move forward in the future in the improvement and development of football technology. Because Ye Feng had this strength at a young age, not only acquired talent can be developed, but also natural sensitivity to football. Although he has innate advantages, how can he grow without experiencing setbacks? However, setbacks also need guidance. If he does not stand up again when encountering setbacks, he will fall into abyss nightmare for the rest of his life.

Although Zhang Xiang is as old as Ye Feng, his childhood experiences have made him much more mature than Ye Feng. At least he looks like this.

Ye Feng nodded to Zhang Xiang gratefully, and the first time there was fog in his eyes. Ye Feng had been crying for a long time.

Zhang Xiang smiled: "You are already sissy. If you cry again, you will not be a shemale." Zhang Xiang rarely joked, although this joke was not funny.
Chapter completed!