Fox in the Penalty Area

The latest website: "...In the final of the Club World Cup that ended last night, the Madrid Pirates, where Chinese player Hu Lai belongs, defeated the Copa Libertadores champion, the giant team from Brazil, Russell, with a score of 3:1. This is the first Club World Cup championship and the second Intercontinental Cup championship in the history of the Madrid Pirates Club..."

"In this game, Hu Lai scored a hat-trick. He became the first player in the history of the Club World Cup to perform a hat-trick in the final...With this hat-trick, Hu Lai also scored his first goal this year. One hundred and one, one hundred and two and one hundred and three goals. He has the last game left in this year's competition, and Hu Lai still has the opportunity to continue to improve his limits..."

"Brother Hu Lai is really amazing! It's amazing! Who can compare with him in the whole of Europe... no, in the whole world?"

In a community court surrounded by barbed wire, a young man is sitting on the artificial turf, leaning against the barbed wire wall, holding a mobile phone, and expressing his emotions about the news he has seen.

He couldn't go to watch the game yesterday because it was hard to get a ticket.

He watched it live on TV at home.

It's not something he just knows about a hat-trick.

But seeing this headline, he still couldn't help expressing such emotion.

After expressing his emotions, he cast his eyes on the court, and asked curiously, "Ah Jun, what are you doing?"

Peng Weijun placed the football about ten meters away from him, which was already behind the center line. It was half a field away from the goal of the sevens court, and Peng Weijun was farther away. Looking from him, it was originally The small goal looks even smaller.

Peng Weijun heard his friend's doubts, but he didn't answer right away, because he was concentrating on thinking about the "tip" that Qin Lin boss told him:

"The run-up distance is about ten meters. The way to run is to start with small steps and then big strides..."

Small steps first...

Thinking of this, Peng Weijun started his run-up. He did run in small steps first, but how small are the "small steps" that Hu Ge said?

Peng Weijun didn't want to understand, so his small steps at the beginning were very "small" and "broken"...

In the eyes of friends on the sidelines, Ah Jun seemed to be standing still.

He couldn't help laughing: "Ah Jun, what are you doing! Are you playing tricks?!"

Peng Weijun couldn't hold back himself, so he speeded up, strode towards the football, and then rounded his left leg to draw the football towards the goal!

The football flew high, over the goal, and hit the barbed wire wall behind the goal hard, making a muffled sound.

The barbed wire wall was hit by him, and the aftershocks continued.

The friend looked at the barbed wire first, and then turned to look at Peng Weijun: "I know you are upset about being asked to play left back, but there is no need to vent like this, right?"

Peng Weijun glanced at him: "What do you know? I'm practicing free kicks."

"Practice free kick?" My friend laughed. "I've never seen a free kick like this. Why are you standing still?"

"I'm a small step!"

"Small steps? It seems to be walking in place."

Peng Weijun ignored his taunts and ran to the front to pick up the football and put it back in the backcourt.

"Hey, what are you doing so far away?" My friend yelled again.

Peng Weijun remained silent, and after setting up the football, he stepped back step by step, a full ten meters away.

"If you retreat so far, you won't be able to run until you reach the end!"

Peng Weijun felt that his friend was really noisy, so he said to him: "A Fei, go guard the door!"

"I'm not a goalkeeper..."

"Just stand in front of the door and make a show." Peng Weijun directed.

"Okay... I'm really crazy, I came to play football with you. You haven't played enough in the club... Isn't it nice to go shopping and see beautiful girls?"

Ah Fei got up from the ground, stretched out his hand to pat off the rubber particles on his buttocks, and walked towards the goal with three steps.

He stood randomly in front of the door without even opening his hands, but still in his pockets, tilting his head and shouting to Peng Weijun: "Okay, please start your performance!"

Peng Weijun took a deep breath and started his run-up. This time, he deliberately increased the stride length of small steps, so that he didn't look like he was standing still.

After running a distance of about three meters with small steps, he began to speed up, turning small steps into long strides, or normal strides.

After rushing to the back of the football, Peng Weijun rounded his left leg again, and then hit the football hard with the outside instep of his left foot!

After Peng's muffled sound, the football kicked up the broken grass and rubber particles around it, and rushed towards the goal!

In A Fei's eyes, Peng Weijun's kick seemed to kick the football out of the black smoke, and then the football flew towards the corner flag area...

"what……"

He was about to taunt Peng Weijun a few words, but he saw the football suddenly turned back, and with an astonishing posture and potential energy, it directly hit the goal post on his left!

Peng!

Bang!

Ah Fei looked up at the trembling beam above his head, dumbfounded.

Peng Weijun looked at the goal, also dumbfounded.

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After Renaldo Lima bid farewell to his teammates at the airport, he dragged his suitcase to the first-class lounge closest to his boarding gate.

His teammates were flying back to Brazil from here. Instead of returning home with the team, he decided to go directly to Barcelona to join his new team and start training directly to prepare for the second half of the season.

Although the time for his transfer from Russell to Catalan United has not yet arrived, this does not prevent him from returning to the team early.

After all, the transfer contract only restricts him to play for the Catalan United, because without the transfer certificate issued by Russell, the Catalan United cannot register Lima in La Liga and the Champions League.

The transfer date on January 1 is also very close. Lima originally planned to finish the Club World Cup final and set off directly from China to Barcelona, ​​Spain, where he would join the team and meet head coach Rayleigh Vicente. Have a good chat, and then start training in advance to prepare for the second half of the season.

His cycle in Brussels has come to an end, and this full stop is not very satisfactory.

Because of losing the Club World Cup.

He can only hope that his new journey to Spain goes a little smoother...

Lima, who walked alone in the terminal, was not recognized.

He is well-known in Brazil, but in China, he can't be said to be "unknown", it can only be said to be "nobody cares about him".

Even if he had just scored a goal in the Club World Cup final, no one rushed out screaming for his autograph or pestering him for a photo in an airport in China.

This is completely different from his treatment on the streets of Brazil, and Lima is somewhat uncomfortable.

Just as he was dragging his suitcase and walking forward, there was a sudden commotion around him.

There were footsteps behind him, and before him.

He stopped in surprise and turned his head to look around.

I saw that the passengers who were waiting at each boarding gate left their seats one after another, dragged their suitcases and rushed to the same place.

In the direction they were running, Lima saw a black crowd.

The turbulent crowd is coming towards him.

Lima quickly backed away and retreated into a shop.

The clerks in the store didn't greet him, because they all rushed to the door of the store, looking in that direction excitedly and expectantly, chanting excitedly.

It's a pity that Lima can't understand Chinese and doesn't know what they are talking about.

Soon he knew why these people were so excited.

Because in the crowd gradually approaching him, he saw... all the Madrid Pirates players in uniform.

Their captain, Juan Ramirez, held the Club World Cup trophy and walked in the front, followed by his teammates, coaching staff and all club officials.

They were surrounded by enthusiastic Chinese fans, each with a mobile phone held up high, and they were shooting at them.

Hu Lai, who was in the team, was full of joy and waved to the enthusiastic people frequently.

Every time he waved, he was able to attract cheers and screams from the scene.

Among the noisy crowd, Lima, who cannot understand Chinese, can only understand the name:

"Crap! Crap!"

"Ahhh! Nonsense!

"

"mess--!

"

So Lima knew that the Madrid Pirates team was just a mess...

This is China, and the Chinese are cheering Hu Lai on their own land...what's so strange about it?

Seeing the other party getting closer, Lima, wearing a peaked cap, lowered his head and took a few steps back.

The space he vacated was quickly filled by enthusiastic shop assistants.

So Lima hid in the store, turning his back on the bustling crowd outside.

Hearing the deafening cheers, he suddenly thought he was back on the night of December 26th, the Lotus Stadium, the Club World Cup final...

He lowered his head lower.