Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

"All down, all down!"

"Ye is going to be crushed into canned sardines by you!"

In Elanga's laughter and scolding, Ye Chen's upper body came down one by one.

"Hiss..." Elanga looked at Ye Chen at the bottom of the pile and gasped.

"Ye, are you all right?"

I saw Ye Chen facing down, on all fours, lying on the ground.

Disheveled clothes and messy hair.

It's like being beaten by someone, and it's like being beaten by someone....

"Help, help me up..." Ye Chen felt a lightness on his body, and then he twisted his neck with difficulty and turned his head.

He saw a dozen or so teammates, gathered in a circle, looking down at him.

"Here, let's throw our big hero!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and the atmosphere in the crowd was brought up again.

Ye Chen was raised his hands and feet, and his teammates who were surrounded by a circle were thrown high, flying in the air, and were caught again.

"Ye!"

"Ye!"

"Ye!"

The teammates threw Ye Chen high while rhythmically shouting his name.

Manchester afternoons in August are warm and sunny.

Ye Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the white clouds in the clear blue sky.

The shouts of teammates lingered in my ears.

Their innocent smiling faces flashed before their eyes.

He enjoyed the cheers and cheers, as well as the bright summer sun.

This was a good time that Ye Chen had never enjoyed.

At this moment, Ye Chen fell in love with football from the bottom of his heart, this damn sport!

Inter youth coach Zivo came to shake hands with Rieschi.

"Congratulations, Rischi, you have won a victory in a difficult situation!"

"Hahaha, you said Zivo," Rischi heard the words, Zivo was a little unconvinced, "but your strength is also very strong, the player's individual skills are better than ours, worthy of being the champion of the Youth Champions League." Facing

Rischi's thumbs up, Zivo waved his hand helplessly.

He looked at Ye Chen on the court, who was thrown high by the young players.

This yellow-skinned, black-haired child, with a smile on his face, was full of youthful atmosphere

, "Rischi, you are hiding from me again, where did you get such a powerful child?" Zivo said angrily to Risky.

Zivo and Rischi are old acquaintances.

They have a decent personal relationship, get together several times a year, and greet each other in text messages on holidays.

This time, Inter came to Manchester from Milan, Italy, and it was Risqui who invited Zivo.

"My old friend, you have wronged me," Rischi spread his hands, "This kid is called Ye, he is from Huaxia Country, and he was not recruited by me, but he was shoehorned in by Manchester United's marketing department, saying that it can open up the huge market of Huaxia Country." "

Huaxia Kingdom?" Zivo's eyes widened.

He originally guessed that Ye Chen was of Chinese descent from European countries, or from South Korea and Japan, where football is developed.

I just didn't expect Huaxia Kingdom.

This is not surprising.

Because in the five major leagues today, except for the Wu Base, who plays for Espanyol in La Liga, there are no more Chinese people.

On the contrary, the neighbors of Huaxia Country, South Korea and Japan, have produced many stars.

Tottenham's Son Heung-min, Eintracht Frankfurt's Daichi Kamata, Borussia Dortmund's Shinji Kagawa, and Schalke 04's Makoto Hasebe, among others.

These names, which also appear frequently in the five major leagues, also occupy the main position of the team.

But Hua Xia Guo, except for Wu Lei, has really not heard of any famous players.

Therefore, Huaxia Guo is often overlooked in the field of European football.

"Rischi, you have to watch this kid closely, he shot with that kick, do you know who reminds me?"

"Remembering whom?"

Zivo smiled slightly, "You are still the coach of Manchester United." "

Cristiano Ronaldo faced Porto's stunning shot from 40 yards in the 2009 Champions League!"

Zivo's words suddenly pulled Rischi's thoughts back to ten years ago.

That year, he was also the manager of Manchester United's Under-15s.

In that Champions League away game, Rischi was also on the scene and witnessed Cristiano Ronaldo's goal.

This goal also won the FIFA Universal Cash Award that year, that is, the best goal in the world of the year!

"Hahahaha, Zivo, when you say that, I do remember."

"It's a pity," Rischi paused for a moment and looked at Ye Chen, "This kid seems to be average except for the shot, it's a pity..."

But the look in Zivo's eyes when he looked at Ye Chen was obviously different from Rischi.

Zivo's eyes flashed with a strange light.

On the pitch.

Ye Chen was finally put down by his teammates.

In this game, Ye Chen, as the main player of the starting team, played the full 90 minutes of the game.

Whether it's on the defensive end or on the offensive end, he has an excellent performance.

Especially on the offensive end.

One goal, one assist, and a kill before the end.

The best of the game!

When Manchester United's teammates celebrated passionately with Ye Chen.

There is a person, but he is alone.

Savage.

The talented Manchester United Under-17 teenager looks very unsocial at the moment.

He stood alone in the distance, watching Ye Chen being thrown up and down by his teammates, laughing and laughing.

Savage glared at them and said a little sourly:

"Isn't it so happy to win a friendly match?"

The Manchester United Under-17 midfielder was not doing well in this game.

Perhaps they are eager to express their personal abilities and always want to create space with personal plates.

But facing Inter's defenders, Savage, who was thin and thin, was repeatedly tackled.

Several times put Manchester United in danger, directly counter-attacking Inter, almost conceding the goal.

In previous matches, Savage was always the brightest star in the team.

Even the opponent will give him a thumbs up for his performance.

But today, this match against Inter, Savage looks starry!

That's how it is on the football field.

Sometimes the more you want to perform, the more you are limited by your opponent.

Once the mentality is unbalanced, the kick will become more and more rotten!

Savage kicked the water bottle at his feet with some annoyance, turned and walked towards the dressing room.

"Savage, don't go!" Eranga ran over and grabbed his arm.

"Why, I can't go to the shower?" Savage glared at Elanga.

"Hehe, of course you can go to the shower," Eranga smiled wickedly, "But, please don't forget the agreement with Ye, I heard it, you can't regret it!"

Ye Chen also came over.

"My dear Savage, who is a man, must keep his promise."

"I scored this game, are you going to treat us to the Hilton for dinner?"

Ye Chen and Erlanga were condescending and blocked Savage.

Savage's eyes widened, and his eyes were slightly flustered:

"What do you say Hilton, I don't understand!"

"What don't you understand? I heard you bet with Ye Chen with my own ears!

"yes, I heard you too."

"We all heard it, don't think about it!"

Several Manchester United teammates also came over and looked at Savage with embarrassment.

This Welshman, with his talent, does not taunt his teammates on weekdays.

If you say it, it's called a bad one!

As if the whole world is garbage, just like you Savage can play football!

At this time, seize an opportunity, you must let him spend his blood and eat a piece of meat on his body!

Savage was surrounded among his teammates, his face flushed, and the bruises on his forehead burst out, arguing:

"A random bet on the court can't count!"

"The jokes between me and my teammates, how can you take them seriously!"

Then came some difficult Welsh vernacular, such as "I'm going to the first team", "you're just a substitute", etc., which caused a burst of laughter.

Eranga grabbed Savage by the collar and said meaningfully:

"Boy, did you find a street girl on the street of Manchester three days ago and enter the house with her?"

Savage was startled and struck by lightning.

Eranga smiled and looked at his teammates, then continued: "I happened to drive by and took pictures with my phone. If you don't fulfill your bet, I'll sell the photo to The Sun.

"Why, do you have the money to do this, but don't you have the money to treat us to dinner?"

"I'd rather see, the Sun, the first team boss Ole Gunnar Solskjaer still wants you to join the team!"

The Sun is a well-known British lace newspaper known for covering celebrity lace scandals.

Which big star cheated on his wife behind his back, who had an illegitimate child outside, and so on, the content is popular with the general public of England.

As the best potential star of Manchester United's youth team, Savage will surely be loved by the newspaper editors, adding oil and vinegar to him.

At that time, Solskjaer, who has always valued the discipline of the team, will probably have to consider whether to recruit Savage into the team.

Savage's legs immediately softened, and his eyes were full of despair.

This can poke him in the underbelly!

"Don't, don't, don't, I please, I please!"

Escorted by everyone, Savage returned to the dressing room and reluctantly took out his mobile phone.

Open Hilton's official website, on the + button of the buffet, and order 25 times in a row!

"Payment successful, you order 25 buffets this time, 3750 pounds deducted, Hilton welcomes you!"

"You spent 3,750 pounds and your card balance was 3.75 pounds – Barclays."

Look at the two text messages received at the speed of light on your phone.

Savage sat down on his butt and cried.

"My salary will be eaten by you robbers, whoa, whoa!"

In the crowd, there was an atmosphere of joy.