reborn my golden age

On Saturday afternoon, the First Division League officially kicked off, with Jianghai United playing against Yanjing Sanlin at home.

Outside Fangjin Stadium, fans in small groups began to enter the stadium to cheer for the team they supported.

There were also people holding trumpets and drums in their hands, which looked quite impressive.

Although they all bought ordinary tickets, there was really no one sitting in the front row, so it was natural to take advantage of this "cheap".

Fans from both sides each occupied a place, banging and making loud noises.

There were also a few beautiful female fans mixed in, but they all came with their boyfriends, and the focus was not on the field. Instead, they posed in front of each other and took photos, preparing to post them to fans or blogs.

There were many reporters on the field, armed with guns and cannons, and the formation seemed larger than the fans, but they were relatively quiet, just chatting quietly.

This is just an ordinary first-division match. Their task is to follow the procedures carefully and report the news. If there is any big news about referee misjudgments or players fighting on the field, then forget it.

Got it.

The autumn sunshine is very good. It shines warmly on people's bodies and makes them want to sleep.

Four black Mercedes-Benz S-series cars drove from a short distance away and stopped at the entrance of the stadium. Then a group of people got out of the cars.

This formation shocked the passers-by at the entrance of the stadium. These people looked quite stylish.

A man who looked like a security guard rushed in when he saw this group of people. He didn't know who to look for, but he was definitely looking for reporters.

"It seems like a big boss is coming!"

It wasn't loud, but several people could be heard.

"Boss? What boss?"

Several people gathered around the little security guard.

The little security guard said: "I don't know, it's a luxury car! People are coming in now! Look!"

Several reporters followed the security guard's fingers and saw Zhang Yuan and his entourage coming in with smiles on their faces.

Zhang Yuan doesn't show his face much, but that doesn't mean no one knows about him.

One of the reporters stared at Zhang Yuan for confirmation, and then said hesitantly: "It looks like Tianyuan's boss Zhang Yuan!" Then he raised the camera in his hand and took a photo.

Another experienced reporter said: "Okay! Stop filming and keep a low profile! This is big news. Let's go over and interview it during the intermission."

Several people nodded in unison. Of course, the fewer people reporting on this kind of news, the better.

But the guy in his hand didn't stop and took a few pictures of Zhang Yuan and his group.

The players started to enter the field, and they didn't notice anything unusual.

There was back and forth on the court, and both sides were playing back and forth, but there was a feeling of weakness inside.

Both teams are several points above the relegation zone, and there is little pressure to avoid relegation. It is very likely that they are playing a safe game.

Zhang Yuan watched it with great interest, and even discussed with Wang Qinian beside him: "When you look at that ball, you don't even know how to divide the sides. Your field of view is so small..."

Wang Qinian can only be counted as half of the fans. He can't even understand the offside issue.

Shen Yaohua is a fan. After hearing Zhang Yuan's words, he said: "You really can't have too high demands for players in the Chinese League One..."

"Separate sides, it's not a difficult technical or tactical skill!" Zhang Yuan was a little depressed. After all, it was not a live game.

Jianghai United hit the goal, and the ball flew into the stands. The fans made loud cheers and then threw the ball down.

The game continues...

At halftime, the score was still 0:0.

Shen Yaohua said: "Mr. Zhang, at this rate, we are probably going to be lonely today."

Zhang Yuan looked at the reporters on the sidelines and said to Shen Yaohua: "It's okay, we didn't come to watch the game today."

Sure enough, the reporters had already moved and soon arrived at Zhang Yuan's stand.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I am a reporter from the sports column of Jiankang Morning News. I would like to ask Tianyuan why he came to watch this game?"

Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "It's nothing, just joining in the fun."

Next to them, Shan Yuehua and Cheng Ning were still busy taking pictures. They were just here to make up for the numbers. They weren't watching football and had nothing else to do except take selfies.

But a few reporters didn't leave. Although they couldn't ask any questions, there must be something to dig out. How about someone as big as Tianyuan come to join in the fun?

"Which team does Mr. Zhang think will win today?"

There was a middle-aged reporter who wore glasses and looked like a polite scumbag. Zhang Yuan liked his vulgarity very much.

"It's hard to say! I think there's a high probability of a tie!"

Several reporters nodded, they all thought so too.

The first division league has meager prize money and low reputation. Apart from real fans who can count these teams, I am afraid that the nearby residents are aware of the existence of this team, which directly leads to a lack of motivation for the players. .

I want to play well, but my level is indeed limited. Anyway, we are in the lower reaches of the secondary league, so let's just swim.

The enthusiasm of the fans has also diminished. The arms that were waving in the first half could not be raised in the second half of the game, and their throats did not want to make a sound. Only the weak trumpet sound was left, which was disturbing.

The game is over, neither side scored a single goal, and it ended 0:0.

It may be false to say that everyone is happy, but it is true that there is harmony.

Zhang Yuan and the reporters had already talked about foreign football, from the World Cup to the Premier League, and then from the Premier League to the Champions League. When the whistle sounded at the end of the game, Zhang Yuan patted his butt and stood up: "Next time Let’s talk again!”

The reporters hurried to the field to take a few photos. Anyway, no goal was scored, so nothing was wasted.

Then they watched this group of people leave the stadium. Four Mercedes-Benz cars were parked at the entrance. The people from Tianyuan got in the cars and left, leaving behind a bunch of melon-eating people.

"Hold the grass! What's going on today? Is there a big shot coming to watch the game?" A guy with a short hair took off his sunglasses and opened his mouth wide.

"It doesn't look like it! I don't think so! When a big shot appears, he has to be accompanied by a bunch of bodyguards. This is obviously not classy enough."

"Let's go, why are you gossiping? Let's go get some skewers! I have to get some live beads tonight!" Another young man in a jacket had obviously lost his mind, and then he hugged his girlfriend and was about to go. Got a taxi.

After returning, Wang Qinian asked: "Mr. Zhang, you don't really want to take over Jianghai United, do you?"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "Let's see the report tomorrow."

Before the report even appeared in the newspapers, Dong Dawen, the boss of Jianghai United, knew about it.

"The boss of Tianyuan came to watch the game?"

"Yes, boss, he has brought many people with him. It seems that they are all senior leaders of the company."

After hearing the secretary's words, Dong Dawen tapped his fingers on the table.

He relied entirely on emotion to engage in football. In the first year, he was full of enthusiasm and wanted to run the team according to FM's method, but reality taught him a lesson.

He couldn't afford the transfer fee, his ticket revenue was pitifully low, and the team's title sponsorship was completely different from what he imagined. If he hadn't been richer, he would have been ruined by now - he didn't have it right now.

It collapsed, but it was still hanging on.

Zhang Yuan's appearance reminded him that he could find someone to transfer the team.

Tianyuan may not necessarily take over, that's no problem. He will go to the Sports Bureau and the Football Association to complain, and his attitude must be more positive this time to let them feel his difficulties firsthand.

After making up his mind, Dong Dawen slapped his secretary on the butt: "Keep an eye on the newspaper office and call me as soon as possible if there is any news."

Early the next morning, Zhang Yuan saw the news in the newspaper: Tianyuan senior executives showed up in Fangjin, and Jianghai United might change hands.

The article is written with both nose and eyes. In the article, Zhang Yuan is a senior football fan and is extremely interested in taking over a team. Jianghai United seems to be Zhang Yuan's main goal.

But Zhang Yuan prepared a bigger surprise for them. In another game between Jiankang Lighting and Wanxi Electric on Sunday afternoon, he appeared again with a group of people.

"Read it slowly!"

It would be great if they could directly take over Jiankang Lighting, but they have just succeeded in super-super, so you can't just jump out and pick the peaches - what are they working so hard for? How can they transfer it if they haven't even passed the addiction!

The editors in the newspaper were dumbfounded. Isn't it like this? You just watch the football, and you go to the scene! When you go to the scene, you go to the scene, and you even bring a bunch of people with you! If you bring people, you bring people with you, and you still have two football clubs.

Watched all the team’s games!

However, another senior editor was very calm. He turned the ballpoint pen in his hand and said: "Tianyuan is likely to take over the team! Now we are inspecting the two teams on site."

Another female reporter asked: "Brother Bing, is Tianyuan rich?"

"Tianyuan has no money? Let me tell you, although I am not in Tianyuan, I also know that Tianyuan is not short of money! But the water in football is too deep. Zhang Yuan better not get in easily."

"Then which team do you think he will choose if he comes in?" The female reporter was very curious. Such a major event of team transfer can stimulate all kinds of discussions.

Tan Bing thought for a while and then said: "Jianghai United, if nothing else, it's cheap! It's too expensive to raise a Super League team."

He couldn't imagine how much money Zhang Yuan had, but he knew that Tianyuan didn't accept advertisements. This was a large amount of income and the most direct income he could think of.

Luo Xuan also saw the newspaper, Zhang Yuan's news was not small.

People at this level can no longer do willful things - you can go to the football alone, you can go with your girlfriend, and it doesn't hurt to have a few friends, but the top management of the entire company has appeared, and this signal is

It's obvious.

"What is this kid thinking? Has he started to wander now?" Luo Xuan is older and can see things much more clearly than others.

The environment of Chinese football is not good. Everyone who enters is full of passion, but everyone who quits will turn around and spit, and then drop a sentence: I will never play again. If I play anymore, I will be a dog!

"Xiao Yu! Xiao Yu!"

Luo Yu rushed downstairs: "Is something wrong?"

"Have you been very close to Zhang Yuan recently?"

"How many times have we met? What's going on?"

Luo Xuan shook the newspaper and said to his daughter: "Next time you see him, let him think carefully."

Luo Yu took the newspaper and was stunned: "He returned to China? He returned to China quietly?"