Fox in the Penalty Area

Chu Yifan, Yan Yan, and all the members of the Dongchuan Middle School football team Jincheng Division stood in the stands. Although there were seats behind their buttocks, no one sat down.

Those standing in the stands are by no means an exception—there are not a few people around who can still sit comfortably and watch the game.

Expanding to all the stands of the entire stadium, almost all Chinese fans kept standing, looking down with their heads, waiting for the game to start.

Chu Yifan remained silent, his hands clenched into fists unknowingly, hanging down on his sides, his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Yan Yan noticed his movement, and asked with a smile: "Why, are you nervous?"

Chu Yifan turned to look at him: "Aren't you nervous?"

"I believe in Hu Lai." Yan Yan replied with a smile.

Chu Yifan gave him a blank look, as if he guessed that he would give such an answer: "I heard people say that you are preaching everywhere..."

"How is this preaching? I'm just telling those who are not firm enough in their belief in Hu Lai to believe in Hu Lai no matter what. At least he has never let us down, don't you think, Team Chu?"

Chu Yifan said with emotion: "Even so, I didn't expect you to have such confidence in him consistently. Even I can't do this..."

"After all, when I was in high school, I knew that this kid would be responsible for him." Speaking of this, Yan Yan was quite proud.

Among his friends, this is what he likes to talk about the most. When everyone thought that Hu Lai's entry into Dongchuan Middle School's football team was just to dabble in soy sauce, he had a discerning eye for talents, saw how coach Li Ziqiang valued Hu Lai's cultivation and attention, and decided that Hu Lai was the chosen one.

This gave him a sense of accomplishment of "I am Hu Laibole".

Just this awesomeness alone, he thinks it's enough for him to brag about for a lifetime.

He looked around and asked his companions loudly, "Are the banners ready?"

Meng Xi and Chen Rui gave him a thumbs up from a few people away: "Don't worry, Team Yan, it's all right! As long as Hu Lai can score a goal, let him see it!"

"Okay! Everyone check your throat lozenges. Even if you can't speak tomorrow, you must make Koreans unable to utter a single sound today!" Yan Yan waved his hand,

Quite the posture of commanding thousands of troops to charge.

"Let those shameless bastards know who the hell is playing here!"

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Conversations like this also took place in every corner of the stands of the Provincial Sports Center. Chinese fans from all over the country spoke Mandarin with various dialects and accents. Under the leadership of the leaders of their respective fan organizations, they fought for the upcoming battle Before mobilization.

The most eye-catching thing is the south stand of the stadium. This is usually the stand for the most die-hard fans of Anton Shining Stars. Now they take off the flashing star jerseys and put on the jerseys of the Chinese national team, transforming themselves into the most hardcore and most combative Chinese fans.

Several conductors are distributed in various places in the stands, holding big horns and roaring at the top of their lungs:

"Shouting from the beginning of the game! Even if we lose the ball, we are not allowed to stop! This is not just a game for the Chinese team, it is a game for all of us! Stand up!!"

The 20,000 fans in the South Stand shouted in unison: "Xiongqi——!!!"

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Wang Shanshan stood in the sideline area under the stands. As an on-site reporter, she completed the live connection with the rear studio when the team was warming up.

Now her job is over.

The cameraman turned off the machine and put it at his feet to rest.

She took out her mobile phone and pointed it at the stands behind her, recording all the scenes just now.

She thinks this may be the most memorable mission and the most memorable game reporting experience since she became a professional football reporter at the age of 28.

"I'm getting goosebumps, Xiao Zhang..." Wang Shanshan, who was recording on her mobile phone, murmured softly.

She didn't hear the photographer's response, so she looked back.

In the end, I saw the photographer Xiao Zhang who was wiping tears.

Under his blue camera vest, there is a red home jersey of the Chinese national team that he specially wore.

Seeing this, Wang Shanshan still kept a sweet smile on her face, but tears welled up in her eyes.

Chinese fans, no matter how much they scold you, they always hope that the Chinese team will do well at critical moments...

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"Axiba...that's a fart!"

There were complaints in the area of ​​the stands where South Korean fans had gathered.

In front of them, there are dozens of big flags erected in the square of Chinese fans below - I don't know how they brought those flagpoles into the stadium. I think this is the home field advantage...

But the point is that these flags are right in front of their stands, and when they stand still, they are like a forest of guns stabbing into the sky. There are actually some chilling intentions.

And when the Chinese fans waved these flags, it was as if a piece of red cloth was spread out in front of the eyes of the Korean fans, covering their eyes and the sky.

Basically, you can't see what's going on in the stadium.

That's why Korean fans complained so much.

However, they could only complain softly among their own crowd, and did not dare to take any other actions.

Looking at the impenetrable three-layer special police wall around their small area, it is obvious that these people are here to protect them from the threat of nearly 60,000 Chinese fans in the audience...

The game has not yet started, and the Korean fans are already frowning and fighting. Some people even worry that if the Korean team really wins the Chinese team, the Korean team's international players will naturally be protected by special personnel, so they don't have to worry about safety issues. But can these ordinary Korean fans leave here intact?

They actually brought the South Korean flag, but looking at the battle now, few people have the courage to unfurl the flag again, for fear of angering the Chinese fans who are like beasts around them. At that time, the ghost knows if those special police will release water...

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The momentum at the scene reached its first climax when the players from both sides played.

With the live broadcast passionately calling out the names of every Chinese team player who started the game, there will be huge cheers on the scene.

And when the last name was reported, it was like a storm was set off in the stadium.

"Now, the last one, he used to be the champion of the Chinese Super League, the winner of the FA Cup, the top scorer of the Chinese Super League, the top scorer of the AFC Champions League, the top scorer of the Olympic Games, the hero from our Anton Shining Star..."

Of the many national team players who have played, he is the only one who has received such a long list of introductions from the broadcaster. With such an introduction, the atmosphere on the scene became more and more enthusiastic. Everyone knew who the person who was about to appear was. They began to growl in a uniform and elongated voice, and then gradually increased their voices.

If you listen carefully, that growl is very similar to the pronunciation of this person's last name.

The announcer shouted loudly: "He is the striker of the Chinese National Men's Football Team, No. 14—"

The low growl then climbed to the peak: "Hu-lai!!!!"

The 60,000 people in the stands, regardless of gender, age or status, all yelled out this person's name in unison.

Their voices seemed to be countless fireworks rising from the stands of the stadium and exploding in the night sky.

The bright fireworks illuminate the entire night sky, just like daytime!

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Pu Chuntai, who had been waiting on the bench for a long time, frowned when he heard the roar of a torrent of steel.

Today's game is not good...

These Chinese fans are completely crazy!

This stadium is also completely insane!

Playing in such a crazy place, can the South Korean team...especially the youngsters be able to play normally without being affected?

To be honest, Pu Chuntai is not confident.

Because don't talk about those young people, even experienced old players, it is rare to see such a Chinese team's home atmosphere and such Chinese fans...

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The torture for Koreans is not over yet:

When the broadcast reminded everyone to stand up and play the Korean national anthem, there were boos and boos in the sky above the Andong Provincial Sports Center, which completely overwhelmed the Korean national anthem on the broadcast.

This made the South Korean players and coaches on and off the field look uneasy.

After all, in previous competitions, when playing the national anthem, we still had to give each other a little face. No matter how upset we were, we still had to respect the national anthem.

But today's Chinese fans seem to not care about those "hidden rules" at all. They express their displeasure with the Korean media and fans with boos.

They don't seem to be afraid of the Korean media and fans criticizing them afterwards.

This is really nothing to worry about - Hu Lai just flew back to China with Park Chuntai's neighbor, and was criticized by the Korean media and fans.

Since we didn't do anything, or we would be scolded no matter what we did.

Then we might as well act first and boo your national anthem. At least we have a good time first!

Amidst the boos, the South Korean national anthem was played, and the South Korean players clapped their hands symbolically to encourage themselves.

At the same time, the announcer's voice sounded on the live broadcast: "The national anthem of the People's Republic of China will be played next!"

At the moment when the prelude sounded, the stadium, which was still as noisy as a boiling cauldron, suddenly fell silent.

Then the chorus of 60,000 fans rang out:

"Arise—those who will not be slaves!"

It was as if an electric current was spreading throughout the stadium, and everyone's hearts were shaken, and goosebumps appeared all over their bodies.

Gentlemen, please listen to the dragon chant!

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PS2, it’s 2.7 million words, and it’s been almost a year since the serialization. Up to now, some people still say that the writing is too much, and the writing is slow... People who say this, are you reading this book for the first time?

In order to pave the way for Hu Lai's professional football, I also wrote a full 700,000-word campus football. In order to pave the way for him to play football abroad, I prepared 2.2 million words...

It's my style, and it's the style of this book, to pave the way and describe it tirelessly before an important game.

Up to now, you are still talking about the foreshadowing and slow rhythm. Didn’t the more than two million words of foreshadowing and slow rhythm scare you away?

Before Hu Lai's first goal in the Premier League, I also spent a lot of pen and ink describing all aspects, and some people were impatient. But I insisted on writing because I knew it was necessary—I am the author of this book, I am the creator of this world, and I know which descriptions are necessary and which descriptions are not.

In fact, after a lot of foreshadowing, Hu Lai's Premier League debut and aftermath are more attractive, and the effect is indeed very good, whether it is from the number of this chapter or from the subscription.

So I know which ones are good and which ones are not.

To be honest, as an author who has written football for 18 years and has a total of more than 35 million words, I know how this book should be written:

This book is slow-paced and long foreshadowing from the beginning. Use sufficiently delicate descriptions and brushstrokes to lead everyone and Hu Lai into this world that is different from the real football world. Therefore, unlike the previous ones based on real football, I have no choice but to write about many things. I have to write and write thoroughly. Because I'm actually shaping a world.

From the perspective of Hu Lai's playing style, he is not the type who takes the ball and carries the whole court and is everywhere, but a shadow killer. Naturally, he can't focus on the protagonist alone. A lot of pen and ink space is given to other characters.

Only by describing a large number of characters and plots other than the protagonist on and off the field can a credible and substitutable world be formed.

This is why the grades of this book were so bad at the beginning, and my heart was very painful, but I still insisted on writing this book according to the existing rhythm and planned pace.

Because if it is not written in this way, this book will be completely useless. Then I might as well write a simple and direct Xiaobai style cool article from the beginning, maybe the subscription score is higher than this book...

No way.

Now that I have chosen to shape this book in its current style, I will stick to it consistently.

From the beginning to the end of this book, I will maintain this rhythm, tirelessly laying the groundwork before important games and events, and describing people and things that some people look impatient.

This is my attitude and persistence as a creator.

Because I know that this is the only way to write this book well, so that the story of Hu Lai and the world can have a beginning and an end.

When the book is finished, in another ten years, there will be people willing to read it repeatedly and be moved by the people in the book and the stories that happened.

This is my ambition in this book, it has nothing to do with subscription results, I just want to give myself an explanation.

PS3, there is an easter egg chapter at the back, about boos and dragons, please listen, please watch.

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