Chapter 1 Genius on the Bench
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 1 Genius on the Bench
In 2005, the headlines of the major local newspapers in Santos, Brazil, were all news that the Santos U15 youth team defeated the Sao Paulo youth team of the same level to win the Brazilian U15 Youth Championship.
In the team picture, a group of Santos players are throwing a player with the captain's armband high. It is surprising that this player has an Asian face.
Some newspaper headlines were directly on the player: "Liu Feng, a football genius from China."
The Chinese media with personnel stationed in Brazil quickly transferred the news about this young Chinese genius to China, and some people who followed Brazilian football got to know this sudden genius for the first time.
When the attention of some fans was attracted by Liu Feng, there were no reports about this genius in Brazil.People can only be disappointed to attribute it to the injured Zhong Yong type of player.
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2007 years.
The sun was shining brightly, and the air was suffocatingly hot.
A football match is going on in a stadium in Zheng City, and the score on the scoreboard is already 2-0. In this domestic U17 league match, the leading team is the visiting team Liuhuo, which was extremely underestimated before the match.
In a normal game, the side that is behind will find a way to attack, or at least replace some offensive players.However, in this game, Sun Shaobo, the coach of the Golden Lions who played at home, changed to 541 directly after the team fell behind by two goals. He removed two active forwards one after another, leaving only one center forward who had been walking since the opening.
"Defend! Fuck defend!" Sun Shaobo, who was standing on the coach's bench, yelled desperately at the court: "Throw me another ball, and you all go to the bench in the end."
"Shuai Sun, don't get excited." The coach of the Liuhuo team standing next to Sun Shaobo on the coach's bench gave Sun Shaobo a wink: "There will be no problem."
On the court, the situation was dull and maddening. The spectators on the rostrum had almost left, and the remaining few spectators were yelling at the head coach and the players on the field: "Fix the match! Fix the match! Mommy! U17 is also playing match-fixing!"
The stadium is not big, and the roar of the audience can easily reach the players' ears, but it has no effect on them.
The huddled Golden Lions kept destroying the visiting team's offense. Their defense was indeed good, but their offense was chaotic.
The rhythm of their attack is roughly that the defensive players in the backcourt break the ball from the away team's absent-minded offensive players, and then pass it to the team's only forward Cai Liang. Cai Liang kicks the ball away after taking two steps.
In fact, the game entered garbage time after the visiting team quickly scored two goals. The coaches of both sides and the core of the team knew it well.
In the auditorium, the remaining few spectators finally threw their things and left after they had had enough scolding. Only an old fan in his sixties wearing a Golden Lions jersey sat there and wept silently.
"You poor son of a bitch! With a wretch like you, Chinese football will never get better."
Seeing the banknotes slowly falling in the air, Sun Shaobo sneered at the old man's actions. After laughing, he continued to shout at the players of the Golden Lions on the field: "Whoever dares to score a goal! Let me wait."
"Bah! I don't want any face." In the corner of the bench far away from Sun Shaobo, a handsome young man was sitting there, watching the situation on the court and Sun Shaobo's performance, the 17-year-old Liu Feng silently spit at Sun Shaobo's back.
"Brother Feng! You don't want to die!" Sitting next to Liu Feng was his good friend Zhang Xiaorui in the team. He played as a winger and was a marginal figure in the team just like him.
"Hehe..." Liu Feng, who was sitting on the bench, clenched his fists: "This kind of competition has a fart meaning, let the officials write the score directly!"
"Alas..." As a good friend, Zhang Xiaorui naturally knew Liu Feng's disposition of jealousy and hatred, and it was precisely because of his personality that he had been stuck on the bench by Sun Shaobo for the past few months.
Zhang Xiaorui has never forgotten the scene when Liu Feng first arrived at the team.On that day, Liu Feng used his performance to tell the whole team what a genius is.
Amazing speed and explosive power, ghostly running position, simple and effective dribbling and desperate shooting skills, in the eyes of this group of domestic A and U17 youth training players, this person is like an alien.
What shocked them even more was that before joining the team, Liu Feng hadn't had any formal football training for nearly a year.
It's a pity that domestic football doesn't seem to need aliens that can greatly change the game.After Liu Feng disobeyed Sun Shaobo's order several times and wantedonly scored goals to change the score he requested, Sun Shaobo began to target Liu Feng.
When everyone was training, he could only go for a run. The laps and laps of running made him exhausted every day because his physical fitness was not his strong point. Then he was rushed to the track again by Sun Shaobo on the grounds that his physical reserves were insufficient. After running, there was endless basic training.
As for games, Liu Feng will always be on the bench no matter if it is a team training match or a friendly match, let alone an official match.
Every time, when Sun Shaobo thought he had tamed this thorny genius and sent him back to the field, Liu Feng would use all kinds of goals and tricks to slap him in the face of the coach.In the end, Liu Feng finally became an iron water dispenser administrator.
"Afeng, the coach has not allowed you to play for three months. If you can't do it, just listen to him once." After a long silence, Zhang Xiaorui said to Liu Feng that he couldn't play because of his own level, but Liu Feng was obviously not.
"I know you came back from Brazil, where the environment is much cleaner than ours, but let's rely on this thing for food! You can't play until the end, there will only be one ending: being eliminated.
You are a genius, Afeng, really, I have been playing football in China for ten years, and I have never seen anyone who can play football as well as you.As long as you are able to play, you will be able to show your talents to everyone when you reach the first team, and then the coach will not dare to block you anymore! "
"Xiao Rui, are we brothers?" Liu Feng shook his head listening to Zhang Xiaorui's words.
"Yes."
"You're a brother, so don't talk to me like that again." Clenching his fists hard, Liu Feng looked at Zhang Xiaorui, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched: "I think it's dirty to play football like this."
Zhang Xiaorui lowered his head when he heard Liu Feng's words. He suddenly thought of what a reporter in China said. It's not that Chinese football can't produce geniuses, it's just that geniuses are killed before being called geniuses: "Okay, I won't mention it again in the future."
On the court, players from both sides were still slouching their feet. It was obvious that the two sides had reached a tacit understanding, and maintaining this state until the end was the best ending.
"Ah!" When the game lasted 70 minutes, Golden Lions forward Cai Liang, who had been walking on the field, directly strained his thigh when he shot a goal with a big foot.
"Fuck, you're really going to cause me trouble." Sun Shaobo cursed in a low voice. Facing this rookie forward who was recommended to the team by a certain bureau chief, he could only curse secretly and hurriedly ordered the team doctor to go to Cai Liang to deal with it. Then Sun Shaobo looked at the bench.
There is only one substitution left, and the formation has been completely adjusted to a defensive formation. If Cai Liang is off the field and then replaced with a defensive player, it is really unreasonable, so he can only be replaced with an obedient striker.
Sun Shaobo's eyes finally fell on Liu Feng who turned around and looked at him with a smile.
(End of this chapter)
In 2005, the headlines of the major local newspapers in Santos, Brazil, were all news that the Santos U15 youth team defeated the Sao Paulo youth team of the same level to win the Brazilian U15 Youth Championship.
In the team picture, a group of Santos players are throwing a player with the captain's armband high. It is surprising that this player has an Asian face.
Some newspaper headlines were directly on the player: "Liu Feng, a football genius from China."
The Chinese media with personnel stationed in Brazil quickly transferred the news about this young Chinese genius to China, and some people who followed Brazilian football got to know this sudden genius for the first time.
When the attention of some fans was attracted by Liu Feng, there were no reports about this genius in Brazil.People can only be disappointed to attribute it to the injured Zhong Yong type of player.
----------------
2007 years.
The sun was shining brightly, and the air was suffocatingly hot.
A football match is going on in a stadium in Zheng City, and the score on the scoreboard is already 2-0. In this domestic U17 league match, the leading team is the visiting team Liuhuo, which was extremely underestimated before the match.
In a normal game, the side that is behind will find a way to attack, or at least replace some offensive players.However, in this game, Sun Shaobo, the coach of the Golden Lions who played at home, changed to 541 directly after the team fell behind by two goals. He removed two active forwards one after another, leaving only one center forward who had been walking since the opening.
"Defend! Fuck defend!" Sun Shaobo, who was standing on the coach's bench, yelled desperately at the court: "Throw me another ball, and you all go to the bench in the end."
"Shuai Sun, don't get excited." The coach of the Liuhuo team standing next to Sun Shaobo on the coach's bench gave Sun Shaobo a wink: "There will be no problem."
On the court, the situation was dull and maddening. The spectators on the rostrum had almost left, and the remaining few spectators were yelling at the head coach and the players on the field: "Fix the match! Fix the match! Mommy! U17 is also playing match-fixing!"
The stadium is not big, and the roar of the audience can easily reach the players' ears, but it has no effect on them.
The huddled Golden Lions kept destroying the visiting team's offense. Their defense was indeed good, but their offense was chaotic.
The rhythm of their attack is roughly that the defensive players in the backcourt break the ball from the away team's absent-minded offensive players, and then pass it to the team's only forward Cai Liang. Cai Liang kicks the ball away after taking two steps.
In fact, the game entered garbage time after the visiting team quickly scored two goals. The coaches of both sides and the core of the team knew it well.
In the auditorium, the remaining few spectators finally threw their things and left after they had had enough scolding. Only an old fan in his sixties wearing a Golden Lions jersey sat there and wept silently.
"You poor son of a bitch! With a wretch like you, Chinese football will never get better."
Seeing the banknotes slowly falling in the air, Sun Shaobo sneered at the old man's actions. After laughing, he continued to shout at the players of the Golden Lions on the field: "Whoever dares to score a goal! Let me wait."
"Bah! I don't want any face." In the corner of the bench far away from Sun Shaobo, a handsome young man was sitting there, watching the situation on the court and Sun Shaobo's performance, the 17-year-old Liu Feng silently spit at Sun Shaobo's back.
"Brother Feng! You don't want to die!" Sitting next to Liu Feng was his good friend Zhang Xiaorui in the team. He played as a winger and was a marginal figure in the team just like him.
"Hehe..." Liu Feng, who was sitting on the bench, clenched his fists: "This kind of competition has a fart meaning, let the officials write the score directly!"
"Alas..." As a good friend, Zhang Xiaorui naturally knew Liu Feng's disposition of jealousy and hatred, and it was precisely because of his personality that he had been stuck on the bench by Sun Shaobo for the past few months.
Zhang Xiaorui has never forgotten the scene when Liu Feng first arrived at the team.On that day, Liu Feng used his performance to tell the whole team what a genius is.
Amazing speed and explosive power, ghostly running position, simple and effective dribbling and desperate shooting skills, in the eyes of this group of domestic A and U17 youth training players, this person is like an alien.
What shocked them even more was that before joining the team, Liu Feng hadn't had any formal football training for nearly a year.
It's a pity that domestic football doesn't seem to need aliens that can greatly change the game.After Liu Feng disobeyed Sun Shaobo's order several times and wantedonly scored goals to change the score he requested, Sun Shaobo began to target Liu Feng.
When everyone was training, he could only go for a run. The laps and laps of running made him exhausted every day because his physical fitness was not his strong point. Then he was rushed to the track again by Sun Shaobo on the grounds that his physical reserves were insufficient. After running, there was endless basic training.
As for games, Liu Feng will always be on the bench no matter if it is a team training match or a friendly match, let alone an official match.
Every time, when Sun Shaobo thought he had tamed this thorny genius and sent him back to the field, Liu Feng would use all kinds of goals and tricks to slap him in the face of the coach.In the end, Liu Feng finally became an iron water dispenser administrator.
"Afeng, the coach has not allowed you to play for three months. If you can't do it, just listen to him once." After a long silence, Zhang Xiaorui said to Liu Feng that he couldn't play because of his own level, but Liu Feng was obviously not.
"I know you came back from Brazil, where the environment is much cleaner than ours, but let's rely on this thing for food! You can't play until the end, there will only be one ending: being eliminated.
You are a genius, Afeng, really, I have been playing football in China for ten years, and I have never seen anyone who can play football as well as you.As long as you are able to play, you will be able to show your talents to everyone when you reach the first team, and then the coach will not dare to block you anymore! "
"Xiao Rui, are we brothers?" Liu Feng shook his head listening to Zhang Xiaorui's words.
"Yes."
"You're a brother, so don't talk to me like that again." Clenching his fists hard, Liu Feng looked at Zhang Xiaorui, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched: "I think it's dirty to play football like this."
Zhang Xiaorui lowered his head when he heard Liu Feng's words. He suddenly thought of what a reporter in China said. It's not that Chinese football can't produce geniuses, it's just that geniuses are killed before being called geniuses: "Okay, I won't mention it again in the future."
On the court, players from both sides were still slouching their feet. It was obvious that the two sides had reached a tacit understanding, and maintaining this state until the end was the best ending.
"Ah!" When the game lasted 70 minutes, Golden Lions forward Cai Liang, who had been walking on the field, directly strained his thigh when he shot a goal with a big foot.
"Fuck, you're really going to cause me trouble." Sun Shaobo cursed in a low voice. Facing this rookie forward who was recommended to the team by a certain bureau chief, he could only curse secretly and hurriedly ordered the team doctor to go to Cai Liang to deal with it. Then Sun Shaobo looked at the bench.
There is only one substitution left, and the formation has been completely adjusted to a defensive formation. If Cai Liang is off the field and then replaced with a defensive player, it is really unreasonable, so he can only be replaced with an obedient striker.
Sun Shaobo's eyes finally fell on Liu Feng who turned around and looked at him with a smile.
(End of this chapter)
