Fox in the Penalty Area

With gray temples and dark skin, Yang Mingwei, who looked like an old farmer, stood outside the barbed wire fence, watched the training going on on the court inside, and then shook his head.

"Old Li, you are committing a crime. How can you let your daughter practice and play in such a team? You are wasting her talent!" He said bitterly.

Li Ziqiang, who was standing next to him, retorted: "You think I am willing? I found such a slightly more reliable women's football team in Dongchuan. You have never seen them play against other women's football teams. Even worse, it can only be regarded as a football-loving women's team..."

"This one is not much better." Yang Mingwei said.

"Anyway, there is still a decent coach with a fixed training time, instead of getting together spontaneously, passing a few balls to each other casually, and shooting a few shots is called training." Li Ziqiang said. "I also know that the level of this team can't meet the needs of Qingqing's growth, so why don't I call you now?"

Yang Mingwei looked at Li Qingqing, who stood out from the crowd, and sighed: "The last time I saw Qingqing, she was still in the Transit elite team. Why are you both running to these third-tier cities now..."

"It's a long story, but to put it simply, I hit the director."

Li Ziqiang said it lightly, but Yang Mingwei was taken aback: "Are you crazy?"

"I was competing with a coach he supported for the head coaching position of an elite team."

"Who is he supporting?"

"Sun He."

"Oh, that idiot can do this kind of thing. His professional level is not very good, so he only knows how to hug his thigh." Yang Mingwei's tone was full of disdain. "However, in matters such as personnel competition, you shouldn't beat people, you are too impulsive..."

"He scolded Qingqing."

"Good fight!" Yang Mingwei blurted out, and then asked, "What did he scold?"

"He said that Qingqing relied on me to enter the Transit women's football elite team, that is to say, she relied on her father, not her own ability."

"Fucking nonsense! I think it's almost like he scolded you for relying on your daughter to become a coach at Transit Football School..." Yang Mingwei frowned.

"Well, this director is the person in charge of public relations and marketing under the Transit Group. He knows nothing about football."

Yang Mingwei, who also came out of the Quanshun Football School, thought about what he had seen and heard in the Quanshun Football School, and he deeply agreed with Li Ziqiang's evaluation: "The problem with the Quanshun Football School is that there are too many such idiots in leadership positions. Well, the stalls are getting bigger, the bureaucracy is rampant...then you beat him?"

"He didn't say it in front of me, but it got to my ears later. I asked him, and he said some things that looked down on Qingqing in front of me, so I punched him." Li Ziqiang looked down at being pinched. "Now that I think about it, I'm really impulsive. I should wait until the people around him are farther away before punching him. This way, at least I can punch a few more times."

"..." Yang Mingwei was a little speechless. "Then why did you come to Dongchuan? This third-tier city..."

"Actually, before this incident, the principal Zhai of Dongchuan Middle School contacted me, hoping that I could come here to teach. But at that time, my future in Quanshun Football School was obviously better... Who would have thought that such a thing would happen later What?" Li Ziqiang sighed. "I came back. I didn't want Qingqing to come back, but she insisted on following me..."

"Hehe." Yang Mingwei sneered. "If Qingqing really stays in Quanshun, I'm afraid you are the one who worries the most?"

Li Ziqiang didn't answer him, it was his acquiescence.

"Okay, I know what you think, have you talked to Qingqing?" Yang Mingwei put his hands in his pockets.

"not yet……"

"What scruples do you have?" Yang Mingwei keenly sensed the hesitation in Li Ziqiang's tone.

"No, I want to tell her when you come and meet her." Li Ziqiang explained. "In case you don't want to do this favor, I told her, wouldn't it make her happy for nothing?"

"Go to hell." Yang Mingwei glared at his friend.

"Am I that kind of person? You see, I came here immediately after the coordination. Let me tell you, as long as Qingqing is willing, I can take her away tomorrow! Go to the reserve team first, not the youth team, go directly to the reserve team After a while, I'll transfer her to the first team... Don't worry, I'll cover her, and no one will dare to bully our daughter."

"Let's meet and talk later, let's eat something outside in the evening." Li Ziqiang looked at the training on the field and it was coming to an end.

"Okay, I haven't seen Qingqing for a long time. When was the last time I saw you? Five years ago? She looks like a slim girl..." Yang Mingwei looked at the tall figure on the field and said with emotion.

"Oh, Lao Yang, I have something to ask you." Li Ziqiang said suddenly, "If Qingqing goes there with you, please help me to be more careful, and don't let those dubious men approach Qingqing. You I also know, professional teams, that kind of thing is very common..."

"Don't worry about that, Lao Li, I've always regarded Qingqing as my daughter. If those brats dare to call her attention, I'll break their legs!"

Hearing what Yang Mingwei said, Li Ziqiang had a smile on his face.

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"Hey, Uncle Yang, why are you here?" After the training, when Li Qingqing saw Yang Mingwei with his father outside the training ground, he was taken aback for a moment, then laughed happily, and greeted Yang Mingwei.

Yang Mingwei laughed: "Why, can't I come?"

"Ah, no, no, that's not what I meant... I was very surprised to hear from my father that you are now the head coach of a women's football team in the Chinese Super League."

"That's right. How about it, do you want to play professional games with me?" Yang Mingwei asked along the way.

Li Qingqing froze for a moment: "Huh?"

"Your father called me and asked me to ask your opinion. He wants you to go to a more professional team to receive training, which is ten thousand times better than your current environment." Yang Mingwei pointed to those behind Li Qingqing who were joking and laughing. female soccer player.

Li Qingqing didn't look back, but fell into silence.

Standing by the side, Li Ziqiang looked at his daughter like this, and thought of how he wanted her to come here for training, and she also seemed very hesitant.

But this time, he didn't stare at his daughter and question whether he wanted to give up the football career, but stood aside and watched her in silence.

On the contrary, Yang Mingwei was a little surprised. It stands to reason that as long as he proposes a professional team, Li Qingqing should nod and agree without hesitation.

Because when they were all at the Transit Football School, they knew very well that Li Qingqing's dream was to become a professional player.

He turned his questioning eyes to Li Ziqiang, wondering what happened to the father and daughter during the six months in Dongchuan, a third-tier city.

But Li Ziqiang did not answer his doubts, but stood up and said: "Let's go to eat first, Lao Yang. Qingqing should think about such a big matter, and it is unrealistic to let her answer it for you now. "

When he said this, he glanced at his daughter, and found that her daughter seemed to be taking a peek at him, and when he saw him looking at her, he quickly retracted his gaze.

"Yes, I'm impatient." Yang Mingwei nodded, "Let's go eat. I want to eat Dongchuan beef in clear soup. I've heard about it a long time ago. I've always wanted to eat the most authentic one."

"Okay, I'll treat you. Don't leave at night, just stay at my house, there is still a room vacant, we haven't seen each other for several years, let's have a good chat."

"Okay! It just so happened that I saved the money for staying in a hotel, ha!"

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"Uncle Yang, talk slowly, I'm going to do my homework." After returning home, Li Qingqing waved to Yang Mingwei, and ran upstairs with her schoolbag on her back.

"Okay, go get busy and leave us alone. Also close the door tightly so we won't disturb you, ha..." Yang Mingwei smelt of alcohol, his cheeks were slightly red, and he waved his hands exaggeratedly towards Li Qingqing's back.

Then he followed Li Ziqiang to his room.

When Li Ziqiang turned on the lamp on the table, he saw a pair of photo frames placed on the old friend's table at a glance.

Inside is a family portrait of a family of three. Li Ziqiang is standing on the right side of the picture. In front of him, in the middle of the picture is Li Qingqing, who is much smaller than now, with a round face, grinning, and making a "V" with both hands.

Yang Mingwei's eyes fell on the woman on Li Ziqiang's left. She had almost the same sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes as Li Qingqing's today. At first glance, she looked like Li Qingqing who had grown up and matured.

She is Li Qingqing's mother and Li Ziqiang's wife, Zhou Qiulei, who died of cancer six years ago.

It is not the first time that Yang Mingwei has seen this photo next to Li Ziqiang. He even knows the story behind this photo very well—this is the photo taken by three people in the park after Zhou Qiulei was just diagnosed with stomach cancer. photo.

After that, Zhou Qiulei never took a photo again, she didn't take it herself, and she didn't allow others to take it for her.

The treatment caused her to deteriorate rapidly, until she was completely out of shape and bony. Yang Mingwei once visited him once, and after seeing him, he couldn't connect the "skeleton frame" in front of him with his very familiar beautiful and elegant siblings.

So Yang Mingwei immediately understood why Zhou Qiulei took such a group photo with her husband and daughter immediately after she knew she was ill.

This woman doesn't want to leave that ugly self in the picture, she just wants her beauty to be remembered forever by the people she loves the most.

Li Ziqiang noticed that Yang Mingwei kept his eyes on the photo for a long time, but he didn't say anything, but turned around and went out, and took four cans of beer from the kitchen refrigerator. Walking back to the bedroom, he put the two cans in front of Yang Mingwei, and put the two cans on his bedside table.

Then he sat on the bed and raised his legs, and motioned for Yang Mingwei to sit in front of the desk.

"How do you feel, changing from an elite football coach in a professional football school to a school team coach in an ordinary middle school?" Yang Mingwei looked at his old friend with a smile.

"Students are easier to manage than those players." said Li Ziqiang, who was half sitting in the shadow of the desk lamp. "But also because of the lack of motivation, the enthusiasm for training is not high enough. Sometimes they have to be whipped to make them run forward."

"Normal. After all, not every high school student wants to become a professional player. For them, football is just a hobby. Since it is a hobby, why do they have to make themselves so tired? You know, professional players like to be lazy, Not to mention these students and children."

"However, the Football Association and the education department of this national competition have joined forces to promote the connection between professional football and campus football, which makes the enthusiasm of those talented players among the students much higher."

Yang Mingwei shook his head slightly: "Rely on campus football to transfuse professional football? I think the Football Association is a bit wishful thinking in this regard. The main force of professional football is the talents trained by professional football clubs and professional football schools at all levels."

"At least it's an attempt, and it's okay as a supplement. I think the Football Association doesn't necessarily want middle school students to transfuse professional football, but to increase students' enthusiasm for participating in football, with one more hope and one more expectation .If there is a blood transfusion, it is also a blood transfusion for the Chinese football environment, not professional football. The Anton Cup this time is already a lot different from the Andong Cup I participated in. Back then we really had no luck. People care about it. If there is a girl watching the game in the stands, all the players are as if they have been beaten... What about now? There is a player in our team who plays well and is handsome, attracting many girls to become His fans, every time he practiced and played, the screams from the stands made you wonder if he was watching a professional game..."

Seeing Li Ziqiang talking about his team affairs, Yang Mingwei laughed: "It looks like you've adapted well here. I thought I'd see a down-and-out coach..."

"You think it's beautiful!"

Yang Mingwei laughed out loud.

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Li Qingqing, who was sitting at the desk, heard laughter from downstairs. Although the doors and windows were closed, the sound insulation effect of this old house was still not very good.

She got up and walked to the window, and saw a ray of light coming from the window of her father's room, and the orange light was projected into the open space under the high platform.

That used to be her and Hu Lai's secret training base.

But after Hu Lai joined the school team, the place was basically abandoned.

Hu Lai has a place where he can train in an upright manner, and he doesn't need to come here to practice alone.

She stared at a place in the darkness, and although she couldn't see anything now, she was sure that Hu Lai's football with "WHO" was lying quietly in the grass at this moment.

I wonder if this football will be lonely? After all, its owner hasn't come to play with it for a long time.

The current Hu Lai has changed a lot from the one I first met here... At that time, he was excluded from school and could only play here alone, like a dog with a frisbee.

And now, he has scored the winning goal in the Anton Cup final, helping his team enter the national competition.

He is no longer the ignorant boy who had to teach him how to train his coordination, nor is he the rookie who needs to worry about him.

That's right, now he doesn't need me to play football normally and participate in national competitions.

and I? It is also impossible to really be an ordinary middle school student in this school. I am going to pursue my own football dream... just like Hu Lai who is pursuing his own football dream.

Maybe it's time to leave.

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