Fox in the Penalty Area

Chapter 1770 A Dream

Peng Weijun sat up from the bed. He did not get out of bed immediately, but thought about the dream again.

In the dream, he not only started in the semi-finals of the Club World Cup, but also scored a goal and performed very well.

This dream was so wonderful that he didn't want to wake up, but he finally woke up due to peeing.

Now he even wants to continue lying back. As soon as he closes his eyes, he dreams about everything.

But the surging urge to urinate underneath finally defeated my sexual desire.

He jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.

Soon there was a loud and crisp sound of water inside.

Roommate Yu Yefeng, who was awakened by his movements, turned over after he came out of the bathroom and complained to him: "Holy shit, how long have you been holding your pee in?"

"Hold it from the beginning to the end of the game..."

"What?" Yu Yefeng was a little confused, "What kind of competition?"

"Club World Cup, semi-finals of the Club World Cup." Peng Weijun said with unfinished meaning.

"Are you asleep? What time is it? Where did the Club World Cup semi-finals come from?"

"Brother Feng, I had a dream. I dreamed of the semi-finals of the Club World Cup. I started the game and scored a goal..." Peng Weijun walked to his bed and sat down facing Yu Yefeng in the next bed.

"You kid, you have such a big dream!" Yu Yefeng scolded with a smile.

In fact, Yu Yefeng is only four years older than Peng Weijun, and is still within the scope of the U23 policy. He is also considered a young player in the South China Tigers.

But in front of Peng Weijun, he can be regarded as a senior. The main reason is that Peng Weijun is too young, only eighteen years old.

Throughout this year, he has frequently "jumped" back and forth between the first team and the reserve team of the South China Tigers - if he is not included in the first team, he will play in the reserve team. If he is included in the squad, he will stay in the first team. Chinese Super League.

Twenty-two-year-old Yu Yefeng is a substitute forward in the first team of the South China Tigers. This season, like Peng Weijun, he has bounced back and forth between the first team and the reserve team.

The reserve team is not a youth team and has no age limit. It is specially prepared for players who are temporarily unable to play in the first team.

Players who cannot play in the first team can maintain their condition or regain their form through reserve team games.

Yu Yefeng falls into this category. It is difficult for him to get a chance in the first team. Most of the time, he has to rely on playing reserve team games to maintain his condition.

Because the two are both reserve team teammates and first team teammates, they have a good relationship. I usually stay in dormitories and hotels in one room.

However, Yu Yefeng still knew the difference between himself and Peng Weijun.

Although everyone does not have many opportunities to play in the first team, most of the time they can only participate in the reserve team. But Yu Yefeng knew that Peng Weijun was highly regarded by the club.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been directly promoted from the youth team to the first team before he turned eighteen.

You must know that Yu Yefeng himself only came to the first team when he was 21 years old, and the gap is obvious.

Everyone can see that Peng Weijun is someone the club wants to cultivate.

When he was in the youth team, Peng Weijun was a fast horse on the wing, good at breakthroughs, and had a powerful long-range shot.

He performed very well in the youth team and became the core of the youth team as a wide player.

It was for this reason that he was moved to the first team.

But his performance in the first team was not good.

It’s been a season and I still can’t find the feeling.

Although the club and the head coach are still very optimistic about his talent, who knows how long this optimism can last?

From the dream Peng Weijun said he had, Yu Yefeng could also feel Peng Weijun's pressure. Otherwise, why would he have such a dream?

This kid is almost going crazy trying to impress the head coach and establish himself in the first team.

He smiled and asked: "Then what was the final result of the game?"

"I don't know. Didn't I wake up because I was peeing? The game wasn't over yet. I knew the score was 2:2 before I woke up..."

Hearing the score, Yu Yefeng laughed out loud: "It's really a dream!"

Peng Weijun also thought this was impossible and started laughing.

Then he stepped forward and patted Yu Yefeng on the shoulder: "Get up, Brother Feng!"

But Yu Yefeng shook his head: "No, wait a moment. I'll wait for you to wash up before getting up."

"What are you doing? Do you want to wait a little longer?"

"No, the smell of your kid's urine that has been held in all night is too strong. Let me wait for the smell to dissipate..."

"Fuck!"

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After having breakfast and taking a short rest, the South China Tigers conducted restorative training on the training ground.

During training, the atmosphere was still very good.

After all, they reached the semi-finals of the Club World Cup, which was their highest goal in participating in the Club World Cup.

If you can reach the semi-finals, you have achieved your goal.

Although Qu Lu was injured and could not participate, it did not affect the atmosphere within the team.

Everyone was talking and laughing during the training, which was quite relaxing and comfortable.

Perfectly fits the name "recovery training".

But head coach Qin Lin was not very satisfied with the players' performance in training.

After the recovery training, he called everyone together and asked them seriously:

"Do you think reaching the semi-finals is a mission accomplished?"

The players looked at each other and didn't dare to say anything.

Of course they know that although reaching the semi-finals is the team's highest goal, reaching the semi-finals is definitely not considered a success.

It's just that they don't dare to say anything now, for fear of being beaten by Qin Lin for being the first to show off.

Qin Lin continued: "Why did we reach the semi-finals? To play against the best team in the world! But you are going to face the Champions League champions with this attitude? And then you will be beaten into a sieve and beaten to pieces. ?”

Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing.

"If that's the case, then it's better not to reach the semi-finals. At least you won't be embarrassed in front of the whole world! Everyone, think carefully about what you want to do in this semi-final. Then in training It showed in the performance. I'm going to say something ugly in front of you. From now on, I will only see the training performance of the starting lineup for the semi-finals, and I will never look at your original results. If you want to play, just practice hard in training! If you don't want to play, Yes, don’t waste your opportunity by occupying the latrine!”

This was a serious statement, but no one in the South China Tiger team expressed dissatisfaction with it.

Because standing in front of them is "the last big boss of Chinese football", the legendary South China Tigers, and the youngest head coach in Chinese football to lead his team to win the Chinese Super League championship.

In his playing career, he has proven his strength with championship honors one after another, and now in his coaching career, he has also used championships to guarantee his ability.

It is said that in the future, he may be a candidate to coach the Chinese national team...

Who dares to disapprove of such a big boss?

Who has the right to object?

Even if someone is really qualified, it is definitely not the group of people playing football in China.

"That's all I have to say. Let me see your performance during training in the afternoon."

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During lunch, Peng Weijun sat opposite Yu Yefeng with a dinner plate, then leaned forward and said in a low voice: "Brother Feng, Brother Feng, we will have a chance to play then! The boss said we only look at the training performance. We have never lost in terms of training attitude!”

Yu Yefeng waved his hand: "You have a chance, but I don't. You have played in these two games anyway. What about me?"

He pointed at himself:

"Hello everyone, I am a football trainee who has played zero minutes."

"Hey, don't say that, Brother Feng, you have to have dreams! What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish? Look, I dare to dream of scoring a Pirates goal!"

"Look at what you said - a dream, you are really dreaming!"

"I think about it every day and dream about it at night. Dreaming means that I dare to think!"

"Dreams are the opposite. If you dream about scoring a goal, doesn't it mean that you will definitely not be able to score a goal?"

"Brother Feng, this is feudal superstition!"

"Isn't that feudal superstition of yours?" Yu Yefeng laughed.

“Those who follow me ‘would rather believe it’s true’, and those who go against me are ‘feudal and superstitious’!” Peng Weijun gave himself a thumbs up.

Yu Yefeng stopped joking: "Goals aside, you have a high chance of playing in the semifinals. Brother Lu was injured, and you played well as a left back in the last game. I think the boss will be willing to give you another chance." of."

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Yu Yefeng was right.

Before the afternoon training began, Peng Weijun was called over alone by head coach Qin Lin.

"In the next few days of training, you will only practice defense. Pay special attention to practicing your defensive position and always maintain the overall formation."

In a simple sentence, Peng Weijun realized that his dream was at least half correct.

Because he really has a chance to start in the semi-finals of the Club World Cup!

Although he is not playing the position he is good at and likes.

But as long as he can start in the semi-finals of the Club World Cup and play against the Champions League champions, he will be happy even if he is asked to play goalkeeper!

So he puffed up his chest and answered the head coach energetically: "Don't worry, boss! I promise to go all out!"

Then he clenched his fists hard.