There is a dream called football

Class 4 is divided into two parts.

One part blocked the door, and the other part rushed forward to block the hole.

"Tackling, destroy him."

The stadium is not big. When these words reached He Zheng's ears, he became angry and said, "Destroy him? I will destroy you first after the game!"

Three legs tackle Li Qiao at the same time. This kind of competition is not very technical, but the guy is full of energy and really fights!

"No, it's going to be bad!" Raven was like playing chess, already anticipating what would happen next. If Li Qiao hit hard and shot hard, he would probably be injured.

Li Qiao stretched his bow and nocked an arrow, and his shooting posture was extremely realistic, but at the last moment, his ankle flicked and he clicked lightly.

Dumbfounded!

Not only the people in Class 4 were dumbfounded, but also the people in Class 6 were dumbfounded because they didn't expect it.

Facing a dumbfounded goalkeeper, Li Qiao pushed lightly and moved a thousand pounds.

"Celebrating, what are you doing standing still? We won!"

Li Qiao yelled, and everyone realized, we won!

This time no one said anything like "You're fooled" anymore. He Zheng, Lei Wen, Gaudi, and Li Qiao, these four people supported the team. At this time, the four people formed a circle and gave each other high fives.

Celebrate.

3 to 2, this was also the final score. The moment the physical education teacher blew the final whistle, Class 4 fell down one after another like dominoes. They finally experienced what it meant to be physically and mentally exhausted.

"We're in the finals!"

Class teacher Yin Jiajun and his classmates embraced each other and celebrated. Three years later, in the last year-level competition, Class 6 finally reached the finals, and in front of them was Class 8, which had not lost in three years.

That game will be held next Sunday, and there is still one week left. The players don't need to worry about that game yet, they can just enjoy the joy in front of them at this moment.

*****

At the beginning of the night, in a home in a mid-range community in Guangzhou, just like thousands of families, the hostess is preparing dinner, while the male host is watching the news and waiting for the family to have dinner.

Li Qiao pushed the door open and entered.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

"Wash your hands."

"Why."

When the food was served, Li Qiao handed the chopsticks to his parents very sensibly. After his father Li Shan took the chopsticks, he was not in a hurry to use them. His eyes were shining with excitement.

"Did you have a game today? How was it?"

Li Shan himself is a die-hard football fan. He also dreamed of football when he was a child, but life is real. In the end, he became a dentist and had nothing to do with football.

However, he projected this emotion onto his son Li Qiao. Whenever there was a competition at his son's school, Li Shan was particularly excited.

"Did a goal be scored?"

"What formation was played?"

"How was the process?"

Li Shan would ask every detail clearly, as if he had experienced the game himself.

Her mother, Zhou Ling, slapped the table and said, "It's my old habit again. Let's eat first."

Li Shan put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "We eat every day, but the competition only happens once a week, so we must ask first."

Li Qiao smiled, put down his chopsticks, and told the story of the game.

After hearing the end, Li Shan stood up and said, "Happy, happy." He put a hand on Zhou Ling's shoulder, "Honey, if I were 20 years younger, I would really go to Europe to study and play football."

"How dare you!" Zhou Ling said with a serious face.

"Hahaha." The whole family laughed.

After laughing, Li Shan frowned and said, "Then the finals will be against Class 8, right?"

Li Qiao nodded.

Class 8!

That is the giant of our school. Its status is equivalent to Bayern Munich in the Bundesliga and Juventus in Serie A.

The reason why Class 8 is so powerful is because they have three "quasi-professional" players Chen Jing, Liu Bin, and Wang Chukong.

They were all players in the domestic second-tier league team, but they were kicked out and later went to school.

There are many situations like this. Young people with football dreams go to youth training for a few years. Many of them find that they may not be the material, so they return to school. This is the case for these three people.

It is impossible for such a person to advance to a higher level and become a professional player, but if he comes to play on campus, it is just a matter of chopping up things.

Li Shan tapped the knuckle of his right index finger on the table, "I watched Class 8's game last year, and it was really impressive."

"Yes, mainly because there are three strong men."

Li Shan smiled and said: "By the way, son, if you can go to youth training and take the path of professional football, will you go?"

Li Qiao was stunned. His father had asked him this question in his previous life, but he hesitated because he was afraid.

According to statistics, it is much more difficult to make it in the football circle than to get admitted to Tsinghua University. The three people in Class 8 are also very good, but they have not given up yet.

Sometimes in front of bread, dreams tend to stand aside, but now Li Qiao is different. Only after re-living his life did he realize that dreams are actually more important than bread, so this time he did not hesitate and nodded immediately.

"I do."

Li Shan's eyes flashed, and he smiled, as if he had gotten the most satisfactory answer. At this moment, Ms. Zhou Ling slapped the table again, "Li Shan, I'm warning you, don't bring up my son, study hard, I

My son will be a doctor in the future."

Li Shan chuckled and said nothing more. After eating, the two men went for a walk in the courtyard of the community, found a lawn, and sat down.

"This is it. I remember the first time I taught you to dribble was here, when you were two years old."

"Ha ha."

Li Qiao also remembers that his football talent was completely developed by his father. Every inch of land in this community has left the footprints of Li Qiao and the traces of the football rolling over it.

Li Shan looked into the distance and suddenly said: "Son, do you want to defeat Class 8?"

"Of course I do."

I blurted out these words based on instinct, but as soon as I said it, I calmed down. Football is a team sport, and the overall strength of Class 8 is much stronger.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Dad, Class 8 is too strong."

Li Shan made a circle gesture with his hands, "Son, remember, football is round. Do you still remember the Miracle in Bern I told you?"

Li Qiao nodded.

Li Shan stood up, as if he had transformed into a professional coach, "Theoretically speaking, no team can be defeated. The key lies in reasonable tactics."

Li Qiao also stood up and clapped his hands, "Dad, it would be great if you were our coach. Our teacher Yin is blind to the game."

Yin Jiajun is indeed blind about football, and his "coach" is also assigned by the school. The Provincial Education Committee has football activities on campus, but there are only a few physical education teachers in the school, so he can only "grab strong men".

Yin Jiajun crammed in a lot of football knowledge, and the only thing he learned in the end was to "fold his hands around his chest" and stand on the sidelines, looking thoughtful.

Hearing what Li Qiao said, Li Shan was interested. He and Yin Jiajun knew each other and had a good relationship. Could he become an "assistant coach"?

Thinking of this, Li Shan smiled slightly.