Fox in the Penalty Area

Chapter 1789 After the finals

“… In the Club World Cup final that ended last night, the Madrid Pirates team of our Chinese player Hulay defeated the South American Copa Libertadores champion, Russell, a giant team from Brazil, with a score of 3:1 and successfully won the title. Club World Cup championship. This is the first Club World Cup championship in the history of Madrid Pirates Club and the second Intercontinental Cup championship..."

"In this game, Hulay scored a hat trick. He became the first player in the history of the Club World Cup to score a hat trick in the final... With this hat trick, Hulay 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 game, and Hu Lai still has the opportunity to continue to improve his limits..."

"Brother Hu Lai is so awesome! His dick is astonishing! Who in Europe... no, in the whole world can compare with him?"

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

He was unable to attend yesterday's game because it was difficult to get a ticket.

He watched it live on television at home.

Hulay's hat-trick was nothing new to him.

But after seeing this headline, he couldn't help but sigh.

After sighing, he turned his gaze to the court and asked curiously: "What are you going to do, Jun?"

Peng Weijun placed the football about ten meters away from him. It was already behind the center line and half a stadium away from the goal of the seven-a-side field. Peng Weijun was even further away. Looking from him, it would have been The small goal seems even smaller.

Peng Weijun heard his friend's doubts, but he did not answer immediately because he was concentrating on thinking about the "tips" that Boss Qin Lin told him:

"The approach distance is about ten meters. The approach is to take small steps first and then take long strides..."

Take small steps first...

Thinking of this, Peng Weijun started to run. He did run in small steps first, but how small steps are considered "small steps" as Brother Hu calls them?

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

To friends on the sidelines, Arjun seemed to be standing still.

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

Peng Weijun couldn't hold it in anymore, so he sped up, strode towards the football, then rounded his left leg and swung the football towards the goal!

The football flew high, crossed the goal, and hit the barbed wire wall behind the goal with a muffled sound.

The barbed wire wall was rattled by his blows and there were constant aftershocks.

The friend first looked at the barbed wire fence, then turned to look at Peng Weijun: "I know you are unhappy about letting you play at left back, but you don't have to vent like this, right?"

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

"Practice free kicks?" My friend laughed. "I've never seen a free kick like this. Why did you stand still in the first place?"

"My little steps!"

"Small steps? It looks like you're just standing still."

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

"Hey, why are you so far away?" my friend yelled again.

Peng Weijun remained silent. After placing the football, he stepped back step by step and retreated a full ten meters.

"If you retreat so far, you won't have the energy to wait until you get there!"

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

"I'm not a goalkeeper..."

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

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

Ah Fei got up from the ground, reached out to brush off the rubber particles on his butt, and walked towards the goal with one unsteady step.

He stood casually in front of the door. He didn't even open his hands, but still put them in his pockets. He tilted his head and shouted to Peng Weijun: "Okay, please start your performance!"

Peng Weijun took a deep breath and started to run. This time he deliberately increased the length of his small steps so that he no longer looked like he was standing still.

After running a distance of about three meters in small steps, he began to accelerate, changing the small steps into long strides, or a normal stride.

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

After a muffled bang, the football stirred up the broken grass and rubber particles around it and rushed towards the goal!

In Ah 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...

"ha……"

He was about to taunt Peng Weijun when he saw the football suddenly turned back and hit the goalpost on his left with an astonishing gesture and potential!

Bang!

Bang!

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

Peng Weijun looked at the goal and was also stunned.

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After Renado Lima said goodbye to his teammates at the airport, he dragged his suitcase to the first-class lounge closest to his boarding gate.

His teammates had to fly 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 his transfer time from Russell to Catalonia has not yet arrived, this does not prevent him from returning to the team early.

After all, the transfer contract only restricts him from playing games for Catalan United, because without Russell's transfer certificate, Catalan United cannot register Lima in La Liga and the Champions League.

The transfer date of January 1st 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 Reilly Vicente. Let’s have a good chat and start training in advance to prepare for the second half of the season.

His cycle in Russell has come to an end, and the ending is not very satisfactory.

Because they lost the Club World Cup.

He could only hope that his new journey to Spain would go a little smoother...

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

He is a household name in Brazil, but in China, it cannot be said to be "obscure", it can only be said to be "no one cares about".

Even though he had just scored a goal in the Club World Cup final, at the airport in China, no one rushed out screaming to ask for his autograph or pestered him for a photo.

This is completely different from the treatment he received on the streets of Brazil, and Lima is still somewhat uncomfortable with it.

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

There were footsteps behind him and in front of him.

He stopped in surprise and turned around to look.

I saw all the passengers waiting at various boarding gates leaving their seats and dragging their suitcases towards the same place.

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

The surging crowd is coming towards me.

Lima quickly backed away and retreated into a shop.

The store clerk did not greet him, because they all rushed to the door of the store, looking in that direction with excitement and expectation, and mumbling 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 among the crowd gradually approaching him, he saw all the Madrid Pirates players wearing uniforms.

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

They were surrounded by enthusiastic Chinese fans, each holding a mobile phone high and filming them.

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

Every time he waved, he could draw cheers and screams from the crowd.

Among the noisy crowd, Lima, who did not understand Chinese, could only understand that name:

"Hu Lai! Hu Lai!"

"Ahhhh! Hu Lai!!"

"Hu-lai-!!"

So Lima knew that the Madrid Pirates team was just taking advantage of Hulay...

This is China, and the Chinese are cheering for Hu Lai on their own land... Is it any wonder?

Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer, Lima, who was 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 and turned his back to the bustling crowd outside.

Listening to the deafening cheers, he thought he was back in the night of December 26th, Lotus Stadium, Club World Cup final...

He buried his head lower.