Chapter 9 Departure
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 9 Departure
Time always slips away when people focus on something, and half a month passes in a flash.
In the past half month, in addition to polishing his basic skills and physical fitness every day, Liu Feng chose targeted intensive training.
He is very clear about his situation in the past two years, and he knows better what kind of players the coach is willing to keep during the trial training.When I was in Brazil, most of the players who came to the trial training ended up not being the comprehensive but mediocre players, but the players who were outstanding in a certain item or point, because sometimes what the coach often needs in selecting players is just a piece that can make up the territory in his mind.
In Italy’s youth training system, the requirements for defenders are mostly tough and aggressive. Liu Feng is confident that he will not be classified as a comprehensive but mediocre player by the coach, but he does not think that he can show himself perfectly under the defense of those fierce defenders who have been away from mainstream football youth training for two years. Imperfection means that he may be eliminated. He does not want to return to China in despair.
Therefore, after some consideration, Liu Feng chose to practice the most intuitive and effective item: shooting.
The striker is originally set up for scoring goals. A striker may not be able to dribble or pass the ball, but he must not fail to score goals. Only a striker who can score goals is a good striker. Otherwise, even if you play well, it is impossible to get the approval of the head coach.
As a striker, what Liu Feng has to do now is to regain his feeling of scoring goals, so he started his own special training on shooting.Every day when he arrives at the stadium, Liu Feng will put the ball in nine positions from the goal to the top of the arc of the penalty area, and shoot the football to the dead corner of the goal in various ways and angles.
At first, Xu Tao, as a goalkeeper, volunteered to be Liu Feng's training partner after seeing Liu Feng's crazy training and shooting every day.
But only two days later, after failing to save Liu Feng's tricky shot again, Xu Tao clutched his waist and solemnly pulled three plastic human walls from the warehouse and put them on the goal line: "Afeng, I still think it's interesting to play football with Yuan Peng and the others. You should practice by yourself!"
Seeing Xu Tao running back to another court in a hurry, Liu Feng touched his nose with a smile, and then turned his eyes back to the goal. In the next few days, Liu Feng would come to the court dedicated to his training early, and then calmly shoot the ball through the gap between the three personal walls and into the goal.
Xu Tao, who quietly followed Liu Feng in another stadium, watched Liu Feng from always hitting the wall occasionally at the beginning to almost every one of the nine balls in the next round flying into the goal extremely delicately. He had to admit that if talented geniuses are strong, then geniuses who work day and night and work hard are really abnormal.
In seven days, Liu Feng almost regained the feeling of his feet for shooting. Every time he touched the ball and every swing of his leg was full of threats, and his mind was always thinking about the route of the ball kicked by him in the air.
In the ten rounds and nine goals on the last day, Liu Feng made no mistakes, and every goal was infinitely close to the dead end. After kicking, he moved his ankle. Liu Feng is confident that even under the interference of the defender, his shots can still maintain a considerable goal conversion rate.
In the days that followed, Liu Feng began to frequently join the games organized by Xu Tao Yuanpeng, but he began to reduce the time of his possession of the ball as much as possible, and then increased the number of times he ran and scored. No matter what kind of passes his teammates made, Liu Feng was trying hard to directly convert these passes into goals.
That's right, since I might be physically restrained by those defenders, it's good to reduce my contact with them. Like Inzaghi, he only appeared in front of the ball, without possession of the ball, without dribbling, and only with one shot and hard-to-grasp running positions. This is the way Liu Feng came up with.
Of course, this method requires a strong sense of smell in front of the door, and not everyone is suitable.
The ghostly figure of Liu Feng opened the eyes of the teams who came to play at the Xu Tao Stadium. They finally felt how uncomfortable it is to face an Inzaghi-style striker. He hides on the field and has no sense of existence until the football appears in the goal. But as long as he appears, it may be a sword to seal the throat.
More and more people know that Xu Tao Stadium has a young genius who trains here all day, and more and more people come to Xu Tao Stadium to play every day, but Xu Tao and Yuan Peng will leave a half-time training for Liu Feng no matter how many people there are.
On this day, after completing the training he had planned, Liu Feng began to pack his things and prepare to go home, but Xu Tao and Yuan Peng came over to stop him.
"Afeng, are you free tomorrow night?"
"You're free, what's the matter, brother Tao, what's the matter?"
"Haha, isn't it the Champions League final tomorrow night? You, Brother Tao, will arrange for everyone to watch the game together. How about Afeng, are you coming?"
"What? The Champions League final so soon?"
In Liu Feng's mind, the Champions League final should be half a month later. He has been too involved in the past half month. He went home every day to soak his feet in the medicine prepared by his grandfather and went to bed. He continued his full training plan the next day, but he didn't even care about the time.
"Yeah, Milan revenge Liverpool! Do you want to come?"
"No problem." Liu Feng remembered how Xu Tao and Yuan Peng took care of him these days. This time, Brother Tao invited him in person, so of course he couldn't take advantage of others. What's more, he is a die-hard fan of AC Milan. Even if he doesn't go to the bar, he will never miss this battle of revenge.
"Come on, here's the address, you can just go there tomorrow night."
"Okay, I will definitely go."
After receiving the card handed over by Xu Tao, Liu Feng said hello and went home. Tomorrow he decided to take a day off. After half a month of high-intensity training, it was time to take a rest and loosen the tense strings, otherwise it would be very likely to get twice the result with half the effort.
When he got home, he sat on the bed and soaked his feet for a while. Liu Feng found two Milan jerseys from the box, with Kaka's signature on them. They were obtained by Kaka and his father when he returned home from Brazil.
The father and son were even more happy about this for a long time. Holding the jersey, memories flooded, and Liu Feng touched the father in the photo of the family of three: "Dad, bless Milan's revenge success!"
On May 2007.5.23, [-], Nanyang Zero Bar.
Liu Feng looked at Yuan Peng who was circling around his jersey with an embarrassed yet polite smile.
"Afeng, did you really sign it with Kaka's own hand?"
"Yes."
"Niubi! I'm so envious." Yuan Peng, who is also a Milan fan, looked at Kaka's signature with sparkling eyes.
"It's okay to flirt with Fatty, it's useless to be envious. If I were you, let Afeng sign a few autographs for me first. One day Afeng becomes famous, let's hang his autographed jersey in the room, hehe. Come on, Afeng, let's do it now, and sign a few more for Brother Tao. The more I look at it, the more I think you look like a football star."
"Eh..." Liu Feng was a little embarrassed by Xu Tao's bragging, and took the pen handed over by Xu Tao with a smile: "Then I signed it, Brother Tao, you can't blame me for not selling your jersey."
"I don't blame you, I don't blame you, you just sign."
Yuan Peng looked at Xu Tao with a serious face, and rolled his eyes. This guy has never been unreliable in his work. Maybe Liu Feng can really become a star: "Come on, Afeng, I will sign for you, Brother Peng!"
Liu Feng looked at the two uncles in front of him with a dark face, and signed four names for them in a row.
"It's starting!"
"CCTV, CCTV..."
Just as the three of them were chatting after signing, there was a shout from the crowd, and the familiar opening words sounded in their ears. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the big screen.
This is a game that made Milan fans extremely happy. The old and strong defense, Pirlo's precise long pass, Inzaghi's ghostly running, everything is still familiar. The departure of Sheva this season did not make this Milan team in the Champions League.
Accompanied by cheers, the steady Milan did not give Liverpool any chance. As Inzaghi once again appeared in front of the ball with a ghostly move and blocked his throat with a sword, countless Milan fans who had experienced that night two years ago cried bitterly.
Liu Feng, who was fully immersed in the game, couldn't control himself anymore, and started roaring crazily. He shed tears while roaring. He drank a large glass of cold beer tonight as a non-drinker. He seemed to see another laughing figure sitting beside him in a daze: "Dad! This time, we really won!!!"
Compared with the crazy Liu Feng, Xu Tao, who is a neutral fan, was much calmer. He poured down a big gulp of beer and watched the replay of Inzaghi's goal repeatedly: "Why do I think that if A Feng scored this goal, it would be fine?"
……
The next day, the visa to Italy arrived, and the email from Joao telling Liu Feng to leave also arrived.
Bringing enough Chinese medicine formulated by his grandfather, listening to his grandmother's repeated nagging, and watching his mother put and put and put and put and repack in the suitcase, Liu Feng knew that his own journey was about to begin.
They went to the stadium to bid farewell to Xu Tao and Yuanpeng. The two finally found out that Liu Feng’s trial training place was Italy. They patted Liu Feng on the shoulder and said that the guy was hiding very deep. Xu Tao smiled and took out a pair of new sneakers from behind: “Feng, come on!”
"Welcome to take the airline plane to Italy, this flight..." The announcement sounded on the plane, Liu Feng pulled off the blindfold, and plugged the earphones connected to the MP3 into his ears.
"The scenery of life is like the wind in the sea. Sometimes it is violent and sometimes it is flat. Dear friend, you should be careful... a glass of wine and two corners of tears, come here every now and then. If you want to talk about feelings, I am the number one in the world..."
In the MP3 left behind by Dad, there is only one song, a song sung by their father and son together: "The World's No. [-]".
When I was young, my father was so tall, he held me up high, and said aloud: "My son, he will definitely be the world's number one player in the future!"
With tears running down the corners of his eyes, the boy slowly fell asleep.
Italy, here I come.
Leave the country!Next is the plot of Italy. If you think the writing is not bad, please vote for a wave of recommendations and click to bookmark!Thank you very much! ! !
(End of this chapter)
Time always slips away when people focus on something, and half a month passes in a flash.
In the past half month, in addition to polishing his basic skills and physical fitness every day, Liu Feng chose targeted intensive training.
He is very clear about his situation in the past two years, and he knows better what kind of players the coach is willing to keep during the trial training.When I was in Brazil, most of the players who came to the trial training ended up not being the comprehensive but mediocre players, but the players who were outstanding in a certain item or point, because sometimes what the coach often needs in selecting players is just a piece that can make up the territory in his mind.
In Italy’s youth training system, the requirements for defenders are mostly tough and aggressive. Liu Feng is confident that he will not be classified as a comprehensive but mediocre player by the coach, but he does not think that he can show himself perfectly under the defense of those fierce defenders who have been away from mainstream football youth training for two years. Imperfection means that he may be eliminated. He does not want to return to China in despair.
Therefore, after some consideration, Liu Feng chose to practice the most intuitive and effective item: shooting.
The striker is originally set up for scoring goals. A striker may not be able to dribble or pass the ball, but he must not fail to score goals. Only a striker who can score goals is a good striker. Otherwise, even if you play well, it is impossible to get the approval of the head coach.
As a striker, what Liu Feng has to do now is to regain his feeling of scoring goals, so he started his own special training on shooting.Every day when he arrives at the stadium, Liu Feng will put the ball in nine positions from the goal to the top of the arc of the penalty area, and shoot the football to the dead corner of the goal in various ways and angles.
At first, Xu Tao, as a goalkeeper, volunteered to be Liu Feng's training partner after seeing Liu Feng's crazy training and shooting every day.
But only two days later, after failing to save Liu Feng's tricky shot again, Xu Tao clutched his waist and solemnly pulled three plastic human walls from the warehouse and put them on the goal line: "Afeng, I still think it's interesting to play football with Yuan Peng and the others. You should practice by yourself!"
Seeing Xu Tao running back to another court in a hurry, Liu Feng touched his nose with a smile, and then turned his eyes back to the goal. In the next few days, Liu Feng would come to the court dedicated to his training early, and then calmly shoot the ball through the gap between the three personal walls and into the goal.
Xu Tao, who quietly followed Liu Feng in another stadium, watched Liu Feng from always hitting the wall occasionally at the beginning to almost every one of the nine balls in the next round flying into the goal extremely delicately. He had to admit that if talented geniuses are strong, then geniuses who work day and night and work hard are really abnormal.
In seven days, Liu Feng almost regained the feeling of his feet for shooting. Every time he touched the ball and every swing of his leg was full of threats, and his mind was always thinking about the route of the ball kicked by him in the air.
In the ten rounds and nine goals on the last day, Liu Feng made no mistakes, and every goal was infinitely close to the dead end. After kicking, he moved his ankle. Liu Feng is confident that even under the interference of the defender, his shots can still maintain a considerable goal conversion rate.
In the days that followed, Liu Feng began to frequently join the games organized by Xu Tao Yuanpeng, but he began to reduce the time of his possession of the ball as much as possible, and then increased the number of times he ran and scored. No matter what kind of passes his teammates made, Liu Feng was trying hard to directly convert these passes into goals.
That's right, since I might be physically restrained by those defenders, it's good to reduce my contact with them. Like Inzaghi, he only appeared in front of the ball, without possession of the ball, without dribbling, and only with one shot and hard-to-grasp running positions. This is the way Liu Feng came up with.
Of course, this method requires a strong sense of smell in front of the door, and not everyone is suitable.
The ghostly figure of Liu Feng opened the eyes of the teams who came to play at the Xu Tao Stadium. They finally felt how uncomfortable it is to face an Inzaghi-style striker. He hides on the field and has no sense of existence until the football appears in the goal. But as long as he appears, it may be a sword to seal the throat.
More and more people know that Xu Tao Stadium has a young genius who trains here all day, and more and more people come to Xu Tao Stadium to play every day, but Xu Tao and Yuan Peng will leave a half-time training for Liu Feng no matter how many people there are.
On this day, after completing the training he had planned, Liu Feng began to pack his things and prepare to go home, but Xu Tao and Yuan Peng came over to stop him.
"Afeng, are you free tomorrow night?"
"You're free, what's the matter, brother Tao, what's the matter?"
"Haha, isn't it the Champions League final tomorrow night? You, Brother Tao, will arrange for everyone to watch the game together. How about Afeng, are you coming?"
"What? The Champions League final so soon?"
In Liu Feng's mind, the Champions League final should be half a month later. He has been too involved in the past half month. He went home every day to soak his feet in the medicine prepared by his grandfather and went to bed. He continued his full training plan the next day, but he didn't even care about the time.
"Yeah, Milan revenge Liverpool! Do you want to come?"
"No problem." Liu Feng remembered how Xu Tao and Yuan Peng took care of him these days. This time, Brother Tao invited him in person, so of course he couldn't take advantage of others. What's more, he is a die-hard fan of AC Milan. Even if he doesn't go to the bar, he will never miss this battle of revenge.
"Come on, here's the address, you can just go there tomorrow night."
"Okay, I will definitely go."
After receiving the card handed over by Xu Tao, Liu Feng said hello and went home. Tomorrow he decided to take a day off. After half a month of high-intensity training, it was time to take a rest and loosen the tense strings, otherwise it would be very likely to get twice the result with half the effort.
When he got home, he sat on the bed and soaked his feet for a while. Liu Feng found two Milan jerseys from the box, with Kaka's signature on them. They were obtained by Kaka and his father when he returned home from Brazil.
The father and son were even more happy about this for a long time. Holding the jersey, memories flooded, and Liu Feng touched the father in the photo of the family of three: "Dad, bless Milan's revenge success!"
On May 2007.5.23, [-], Nanyang Zero Bar.
Liu Feng looked at Yuan Peng who was circling around his jersey with an embarrassed yet polite smile.
"Afeng, did you really sign it with Kaka's own hand?"
"Yes."
"Niubi! I'm so envious." Yuan Peng, who is also a Milan fan, looked at Kaka's signature with sparkling eyes.
"It's okay to flirt with Fatty, it's useless to be envious. If I were you, let Afeng sign a few autographs for me first. One day Afeng becomes famous, let's hang his autographed jersey in the room, hehe. Come on, Afeng, let's do it now, and sign a few more for Brother Tao. The more I look at it, the more I think you look like a football star."
"Eh..." Liu Feng was a little embarrassed by Xu Tao's bragging, and took the pen handed over by Xu Tao with a smile: "Then I signed it, Brother Tao, you can't blame me for not selling your jersey."
"I don't blame you, I don't blame you, you just sign."
Yuan Peng looked at Xu Tao with a serious face, and rolled his eyes. This guy has never been unreliable in his work. Maybe Liu Feng can really become a star: "Come on, Afeng, I will sign for you, Brother Peng!"
Liu Feng looked at the two uncles in front of him with a dark face, and signed four names for them in a row.
"It's starting!"
"CCTV, CCTV..."
Just as the three of them were chatting after signing, there was a shout from the crowd, and the familiar opening words sounded in their ears. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the big screen.
This is a game that made Milan fans extremely happy. The old and strong defense, Pirlo's precise long pass, Inzaghi's ghostly running, everything is still familiar. The departure of Sheva this season did not make this Milan team in the Champions League.
Accompanied by cheers, the steady Milan did not give Liverpool any chance. As Inzaghi once again appeared in front of the ball with a ghostly move and blocked his throat with a sword, countless Milan fans who had experienced that night two years ago cried bitterly.
Liu Feng, who was fully immersed in the game, couldn't control himself anymore, and started roaring crazily. He shed tears while roaring. He drank a large glass of cold beer tonight as a non-drinker. He seemed to see another laughing figure sitting beside him in a daze: "Dad! This time, we really won!!!"
Compared with the crazy Liu Feng, Xu Tao, who is a neutral fan, was much calmer. He poured down a big gulp of beer and watched the replay of Inzaghi's goal repeatedly: "Why do I think that if A Feng scored this goal, it would be fine?"
……
The next day, the visa to Italy arrived, and the email from Joao telling Liu Feng to leave also arrived.
Bringing enough Chinese medicine formulated by his grandfather, listening to his grandmother's repeated nagging, and watching his mother put and put and put and put and repack in the suitcase, Liu Feng knew that his own journey was about to begin.
They went to the stadium to bid farewell to Xu Tao and Yuanpeng. The two finally found out that Liu Feng’s trial training place was Italy. They patted Liu Feng on the shoulder and said that the guy was hiding very deep. Xu Tao smiled and took out a pair of new sneakers from behind: “Feng, come on!”
"Welcome to take the airline plane to Italy, this flight..." The announcement sounded on the plane, Liu Feng pulled off the blindfold, and plugged the earphones connected to the MP3 into his ears.
"The scenery of life is like the wind in the sea. Sometimes it is violent and sometimes it is flat. Dear friend, you should be careful... a glass of wine and two corners of tears, come here every now and then. If you want to talk about feelings, I am the number one in the world..."
In the MP3 left behind by Dad, there is only one song, a song sung by their father and son together: "The World's No. [-]".
When I was young, my father was so tall, he held me up high, and said aloud: "My son, he will definitely be the world's number one player in the future!"
With tears running down the corners of his eyes, the boy slowly fell asleep.
Italy, here I come.
Leave the country!Next is the plot of Italy. If you think the writing is not bad, please vote for a wave of recommendations and click to bookmark!Thank you very much! ! !
(End of this chapter)
