Prominence in Football Community

Bureau Zhao is not the abbreviation of "Director Zhao", that is what is written in the name column of his ID card and household registration book - Bureau Zhao.

His name is Zhao Ju.

When Zhao Ju’s father named him, he held the simple Chinese paternalistic values ​​of “hoping for his son to become a dragon” and “whatever his name looks like”. He chose such a name for his son, hoping that his son would become the director of the bureau in the future. .

However, this child from an ordinary peasant family is obviously not expected to be an official. He was unable to study since he was a child, and he finally embarked on the road of playing football.

Therefore, he and Gao Zheng became teammates in the football school.

Although he called Gao Zheng "Brother Zheng", he was actually a few months older than Gao Zheng...

Now Zhao Ju is standing outside the gate of Yang Wenlong's football training class, waiting for Gao Zheng to come out.

Gao Zheng was leading the children to warm up before training.

Yang Wenlong saw Zhao Ju who was poking his head at the door.

Like Gao Zheng, Zhao Ju is also his disciple, but the talents of the two are very different.

He knew what Bureau Zhao was doing with Gao Zheng. To be honest, he didn't like this kind of thing very much. Bureau Zhao should also know his attitude, so every time he came to find Gao Zheng, he hid outside and didn't dare to come in.

In fact, Yang Wenlong's attitude towards Gao Zheng was different from his attitude towards him. If he was dissatisfied with Gao Zheng, he would directly scold Gao Zheng, but he never once scolded Director Zhao—he couldn't say that. He always felt that Zhao Ju's current situation had something to do with him. If Zhao Ju hadn't learned to play football with him, maybe he wouldn't have ended up like this...

Gao Zheng finished the warm-up task of leading the team, greeted Yang Wenlong, and walked out of the training class without even changing his clothes. Yang Wenlong snorted behind him, and then yelled at the children: "You want to rest after warming up? Get up!"

Gao Zheng greeted Zhao Ju when he saw him: "Old Zhao, you are waiting outside again. How many times have I told you that the old man will not eat you."

Director Zhao shook his head: "I'm still afraid of him..."

"What is there to be afraid of, the old man?" Gao Zheng curled his lips.

Zhao Ju smiled: "Of course you don't have to be afraid of him. Who in the whole team didn't know that you were his godson, ha! Let's go, the game starts in an hour, go there early to impress the bosses..."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards a dilapidated Wuling Rongguang parked on the side of the road. The headlights and rearview mirrors of the car were stuck with scotch tape. It's the first time, anyway, it is said that Director Zhao bought it for 2,000 yuan. He usually sells goods, and when Gao Zheng has competitions, he will act as Gao Zheng's "special car".

When Zhao Ju turned around and walked towards the car, Gao Zheng's eyes fell on his right knee. If you pay attention, you can see that his walking posture is a bit strange. The movement of his right leg is different from that of his left leg. The body is not well coordinated.

Gao Zheng looked away from Zhao Ju's right knee and looked at his left foot.

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Sitting in the co-pilot's seat of the divine car, Gao Zheng listened to Zhao Ju driving and introduced him to the situation of the game for a while:

"...The two companies are considered competitors, so they have always had animosities. Last month, you invited the team from your company to the opponent's city to play against them. They lost 1:5 and were half laughed at by the opponent. For months, I couldn't swallow this breath, so I made an appointment for a second match, this time at home, and of course they wanted revenge, so they came to you."

Gao Zheng was a little absent-minded: "Oh."

"However, the opponent this time is considered strong in amateur football, and has won the runner-up in their city's amateur football competition. How many of the team have played professional football, or are in the echelon of professional football clubs..."

"Oh?"

"Actually, there are two players in your team who have played in the second division, but judging from the score of 1:5, the opponents are obviously stronger.

But it’s good if the opponent is strong, and the money is given more if the opponent is strong enough, hehe! Zhao Ju laughed happily.

In this game, the employer only paid 3,000 yuan for the appearance fee, and promised that if he helped the team win, there would be a winning prize of 7,000 yuan-he usually took Gao Zheng to play this kind of string game. Earning five or six hundred a game is not bad. That's why he was so excited. When he called Gao Zheng last night, his voice was trembling.

Just when Zhao Ju was looking forward to 10,000 yuan, Gao Zheng, who was next to him, leaned on the back of the chair and yawned.

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Forty minutes later, Gao Zheng and Zhao Ju came to the venue of the match, the football field of a university on the outskirts of the city. Here, Gao Zheng also met his "gold master" this time, Mr. Dong, the owner of a private company called "Red Light".

Boss Dong shook Gao Zheng's hand after seeing him: "I have admired my name for a long time, I have admired my name for a long time! Come, help me take a photo with the golf star!"

The secretary on the opposite side immediately raised the phone.

Gao Zheng gave a thumbs up very skillfully, and grinned to reveal two rows of eight teeth. The standard and perfect smile was frozen.

In the past half a year, he has dealt with this kind of scene countless times, and he is already familiar with it.

After the photo shoot, Gao Zheng and Boss Dong had a great chat, which made Boss Dong very happy and satisfied. He patted him on the shoulder and praised him repeatedly: "With you here, we are sure to win this time!"

"Then I'm going to warm up, Boss Dong."

"Okay, you go!"

After bidding farewell to the sponsor, Gao Zheng walked towards a corner of the court. He originally planned to just warm up casually. Just like those amateur games he participated in before, it's OK to stretch the muscles casually and warm up the body. Playing games of this level, he sometimes wins without even breaking a sweat. He doesn't need to sprint at all in the game, and he can win with a walk. There is really no need to take it too seriously.

But just when Gao Zheng was about to do this, he remembered the conversation he had with the old man yesterday evening.

"You have been with me for a year. Has your left foot injury ever recurred? You have played so many irregular games, have you ever felt discomfort in your left foot? Don't you have any clues in your mind?"

Almost a year ago, Gao Zheng escaped from Milan like a bereaved dog. He didn't want to go home to face his parents, so he hid here with the old man. The football school where the old man worked at the beginning closed down because he could not recruit enough students. Now he has come to the south and opened a football training class here, barely making ends meet.

At that time, Gao Zheng had no idea what he was going to do next, and at first he didn't even dare to touch the ball. Later, I couldn't bear it anymore, and started to play football, and started to play these wild football amateur games.

Now thinking about the game experience in the past six months, it seems that his left foot injury has not shown any signs of recurrence...

Of course, this may be related to the low intensity of amateur competitions.

He remembered what Lao Zhao told him today. Today's opponent is very strong, and he is the runner-up in the city-level amateur football game, and there are some players in the team who have played in professional leagues.

Gao Zheng thought that if it was really as powerful as what Lao Zhao said, he could use it as a test to see if his feet could handle it.

Thinking of this, Gao Zheng decided to be more serious.

He took out the standard set of professional players and began to warm up.

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When Gao Zheng went to warm up, Zhao Ju was standing on the sidelines looking around.

This is a football field on a university campus. Apart from those who spend money on the field, there are actually many college students playing football. Now that the game has not started, they can still play on the field, and they will be kicked off by the administrator in a while.

In addition to these college students playing football, there are also some sports-loving students jogging on the track, and some couples can be seen in the corner of the stands, head to head, not knowing what to whisper. There are also people sitting on the stands holding a book and reciting English aloud - in this wide and noisy place, such a volume is not noticeable, but it will not disturb others, and the effect of reciting in the study room is better.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Director Zhao couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

He loves it here, loves college.

Zhao Ju, who is about to turn 20, has never been to college. He started professional football after graduating from elementary school. If it weren't for the nine-year compulsory education, he wouldn't even be able to get a junior high school diploma.

With a junior high school diploma, he is both envious and curious about everything in the university, envious of the free life of these favored children, and curious about the more aspects of university life that he has not seen.

It would be great if I could go to college...

Zhao Ju was looking forward to it in his heart.

Then a sharp voice interrupted his fantasy: "Yo! Isn't this Director Zhao?"

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