Fox in the Penalty Area

Chapter 2002 It’s not a dream

"Zhang Qinghuan raised his hand to ask for the ball from his teammates! He is already in position! The ball has been passed!"

Looking at the football rolling towards him, Zhang Qinghuan looked around and observed it first.

Then he made a gesture of passing the ball directly to the right, causing the Royal Cathorn defender in front of him to shift his focus.

He suddenly stopped the football to the left side of his body, and at the same time half-turned to break through to the left!

Huge cheers erupted from the stands.

Zhang Qinghuan enjoyed such cheers.

This will give him the satisfaction of being center stage.

He can please the fans with his skills and win their cheers and love. Amidst the roaring cheers, he is like the king of the world!

Zhang Qinghuan, who had dodged the space, did not intend to continue to attack with the ball, because he had already seen a passage from him to the opponent's penalty area.

The next thing he has to do is very simple, which is to push the football straight over...

This will create an excellent opportunity!

He saw the figure who was cutting into the space. It was his good partner Carlos Torado on the front line!

As long as he can pass the ball, it's a one-shot!

This kid...

After walking around for a while, I realized it was still me, okay?

It was right to come back on loan, Getafe's 132 passer!

Zhang Qinghuan supported his body with his right leg, raised his left foot, and prepared to pass the ball.

At this moment, the Royal Cathorn defender who had been shaken away by him rushed back. Like a high-speed garbage truck, he hit Zhang Qinghuan hard in the crotch!

The unprepared Zhang Qinghuan was caught off guard and his body tilted to the left.

At the same time, the right knee supporting his body made an unnatural bend - from "丨" to the outside to become "".

A piercing whistle sounded, and the commentator's exclamation also sounded.

"Ah! Foul! This is an intentional foul! Zhang Qinghuan was knocked to the ground... He didn't stand up immediately... He covered his right knee with a painful expression..."

The rapid whistle, the commentator's exclamation, and the fans' boos all became insubstantial, the sounds became smaller and smaller, and became less and less real.

Zhang Qinghuan, who was lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and frowned, closing his eyes tightly with a painful expression.

Then fell into darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was the ceiling of his home. The dim light of the morning sun shone through the gauze of the curtains into the bedroom, and the gentle breeze stirred the window screens, bringing a cool breeze.

Zhang Qinghuan turned his head and glanced at his sleeping wife, and his violently beating heart gradually calmed down.

He exhaled softly:

Just a dream...

He quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Sun Juan moaned softly behind her, but did not wake up.

Zhang Qinghuan walked into the bathroom barefoot.

He sat down on the toilet, lowered his head, and naturally his eyes fell on his knees.

An ugly centipede-like wound on his right knee appeared in front of his eyes, which was shocking.

He was stunned for another moment, and then he finally came to his senses.

Yes, it’s not a dream, I was indeed injured in the first round of the league against Royal Catalhorn…

Torn cruciate ligament in right knee.

Had surgery.

The scar in front of me now is what was left after the surgery, and those "centipede feet" are actually the stitches left by the sutures.

He was injured in the first round of the league, until now...April and a half in 2034.

In these seven and a half months, he did not play a game.

Even the resumption of training was only twenty days ago.

Encountering such a thing in a World Cup year, he didn't know whether he could still participate in this year's World Cup.

When he heard that he had torn his cruciate ligament, he even had the idea of ​​"retiring".

In the end, it was the company, comfort and encouragement of his wife Sun Juan that made him decide to undergo surgery and look forward to a smooth comeback in time for the World Cup.

But...there are still 72 days left until the World Cup starts, and he has not yet played in the game.

He doesn't know if he can still be selected into the World Cup squad by national team coach Qin Lin.

However, after more than seven months, his mentality has become much better than when he was first injured.

Do your best and obey destiny.

If he really cannot participate in the World Cup, then he can only accept the result calmly.

This is his life...

Since becoming famous at a young age, his career and life journey have been full of ups and downs.

He should have thought of this.

Although the past ten years have been the smoothest period of his career - he has suffered some injuries, experienced unforgettable defeats, and has not won any tangible honors at the club - it is still the best period of his career. It’s been a smooth period.

But how could fate let him go so easily?

Suffering such a serious injury at the end of his career simply made things worse for him who was not already in outstanding physical condition.

Especially in the World Cup season, even if you can recover from injury before the start of the World Cup, if you haven't played a serious game for most of the season, how can you be in good shape to participate in the World Cup?

In this season, the national team’s tactics and lineup have changed...

Yesterday the team gave him a detailed physical examination. The coaching staff will use the results of this physical examination to determine whether he can be selected for tomorrow's game against Kvitt Athletic.

Today is the day to know the result.

But Zhang Qinghuan was very calm.

There are eight rounds left in the league. Even if he returns from injury at this time and returns to the court, there will not be enough room to perform.

And...Saria this season, without him, actually performed well.

Currently ranked in the middle of the league, it is still difficult to qualify for next season's European competition, but relegation is also impossible.

When he was just injured, people were relatively pessimistic about the team's prospects.

I always feel that without the core of the midfield, Saria's performance will plummet, and he can only do his best to avoid relegation.

It turned out that the other Sarria players performed very well.

At first, Zhang Qinghuan was a little disappointed and unwilling, because he felt that Saria didn't need him anymore.

Now he has figured it out too.

This is normal...Does he really hope that the team will fall into the quagmire of relegation because of his injury?

That would be too selfish.

After thinking about it, Zhang Qinghuan made the decision to end the contract with Saria early and return to China to play football after discussing it with his wife Sun Juan.

However, no one knows about this decision except his wife.

In fact, returning to play football in China was decided long ago and is not a secret.

But if he is not injured, he will decide to wait until his contract with Saria expires next season before returning to China as a free agent.

The injury prompted him to advance his plan to return to China by a year.

He is unwilling to waste another year on Saria's bench. After all, he is already thirty-four years old and his career is on the countdown. Another year of delay is a huge waste.

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When Zhang Qinghuan's car was about to enter the gate of the Sarria training base, it was stopped by several enthusiastic Sarria fans.

"'Brother Huan', 'Brother Huan'!"

When they saw Zhang Qinghuan parking his car, they happily came up to him with prepared jerseys, star cards, and markers for autographs.

When Zhang Qinghuan first heard "Bro. Huan" from Sarria fans, he couldn't help but greet Hu Lai in his heart.

Now that I'm used to it, I actually find it quite pleasant. If he hears someone call him "Zhang" again, he will be stunned for a moment and cannot immediately realize that this is calling him.

"'Brother Huan,' will you be on the squad for tomorrow's game?"

The enthusiastic fans asked Zhang Qinghuan while asking him to sign his autograph.

"I don't know. It depends on the arrangement of the coaching staff." Zhang Qinghuan signed autographs for them and answered the questions honestly.

"We hope you can make the squad, and we also hope you can play in the game!"

"Thank you, I hope so myself."

Some Sarria fans took out their mobile phones and wanted to take a photo with Zhang Qinghuan.

Zhang Qinghuan was sitting in the cab, and fans were taking selfies and taking photos with their mobile phones outside the car window.

After satisfying all the fans' requests one by one, Zhang Qinghuan waved goodbye to them and drove the car through the gate of the training base.

"Good morning, 'Brother Huan'." The guard at the base greeted Zhang Qinghuan with a grin.

"Good morning, Savi."

"I had a dream last night, dreaming that you would play in tomorrow's game." The guard said to Zhang Qinghuan with a smile.

Zhang Qinghuan was amused: "Thank you for the dream, Savi. But in China, dreams and reality are opposite."

"Ah?" The doorman Savi was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly apologized to Zhang Qinghuan, "Sorry, sorry, I don't know... I'm really sorry..."

Zhang Qinghuan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, Savi. Thank you."

He waved to Savi and drove the car to the players' exclusive parking lot with a smile that did not fade away.

Although he has been away from the stadium for seven and a half months, everyone here has been so friendly to him that he never feels like he has left.

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When Zhang Qinghuan stepped onto the training ground, he was hugged hard by the head coach Rodriguez Baltia who came up to him.

While hugging, Baltiya said in his ear: "Congratulations, Zhang. The results of the physical examination are out. Your body has fully met the standards for participating in the competition."

Zhang Qinghuan responded to his head coach with a calm smile: "That's really good news."

"I will put you into the squad for tomorrow's game. But I can't guarantee that you will definitely get a chance to play. We need to depend on the situation at the time..."

"No problem, coach, you have the final say."

Baltiya was very satisfied with Zhang Qinghuan's attitude. He hugged her hard again, then loosened his arms, and finally said: "Although I already said it on the day you trained with the team, I still have to say it now. Once: Welcome back, Zhang.”

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Xue Ming saw Zhang Qinghuan's name in the official competition roster announced by Saria.

He excitedly switched to the WeChat chat window, found Zhang Qinghuan, and sent him a message:

"Brother Huan, can you play in tomorrow's game?"

Zhang Qinghuan quickly replied to him: "Why are you so blatantly spying on your opponent's intelligence?"

Xue Ming made a face-covering smile and cry expression, and then said: "What the hell, I just care about you, don't I?"

"I don't know if I can play. The head coach told me today that it depends on the specific game situation."

Xue Ming sighed: "Oh, I still want to exchange jerseys with Brother Huan..."

"I can exchange jerseys whether I go out or not."

"It will certainly be more memorable if you play - this is your first appearance after recovering from injury!"

Zhang Qinghuan also posted a face-covering smile and cry emoji: "What commemorative significance can this have? It's not my last game in Saria... Okay, if you want to exchange jerseys, I will come to you after the game is over." .”

"Okay, okay, thank you, Brother Huan!"

After finishing the chat with Zhang Qinghuan, Xue Ming did not put down his phone, but stared blankly at Brother Huan's words in the chat history between the two.

[I don’t know if I can appear. The head coach told me today that it depends on the specific game situation. 】

Does it depend on the specific game situation?