I'm a striker

Chapter 677 This is a Simple Story

"Klose scored the third goal for the German team! Wow, my God, all three goals he scored were headers! It's amazing." In the World Cup in Korea and Japan in 11, [-]-year-old Song Ren Tou watched the game in front of the TV. Germany beat Saudi Arabia [-]-[-], completely nailing the Asian team to the pillar of shame.

Although the subsequent qualifying of the Japanese team saved some face for the Asian teams, the black whistle of the Koreans made the whole world disappointed in Asia...

After watching the game, Song Rentou bought a jersey.

German team, Klose.

In the World Cup in Germany in 15, the 300-year-old Song Rentou had already been selected into the list of [-] national juniors. At that time, he watched that cup match at the Xianghe training base.

Klose has transformed from a header forward four years ago to an all-around striker.

He actually has the delicate footwork of a Latin American player.

There are some things that cannot be achieved by talent alone.

There are also some things that require your persistent training.

"I will surpass him." 15-year-old Song Rentou made such a promise to himself.

Eight years later, Brazil's Bellomio Zante...

Song Rentou scored his ninth goal in a single World Cup in front of Miroslav Klose.

Alex Ferguson's prophecy has been confirmed yet again: he, Song Intoul, is a living legend, even though his career is just beginning...  

Klose smiled.

This is a sympathetic smile.

After a burst of carnival, Song Rentou slowly walked back to his own half after scoring the goal. The Chinese players on the bench were already crazy, but every Chinese player on the field was extremely calm.

Klose said to Song Rentou in German: "What a beautiful goal, sir."

The corner of Song Rentou's mouth twitched slightly: "But it's still a long way from your record."

Looking at Song Rentou's back, Klose shook his head, but he didn't say that.

"You have surpassed me, in every way. Records, it is only a matter of time for you. Football, but it is never about seniority, look at these crazy supporters... what you have done, has been far behind me."

In the distance, in the land of China, all the Chinese fans have tears in their eyes.

It is him who makes us no longer just spectators during the World Cup.

We're participants too, and we'll most likely be involved until the end! !

This is the semi-final of the World Cup!
We beat Germany one to one!
On the German team's bench, Loew's expression remained unchanged, and he watched the court very quietly.

In the stands, Zhang Yun'er was already crying, because she knew best what this moment meant to Song Rentou.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Zhang Yun'er knew that she could have spent more time with him.

She missed Song Rentou's most difficult growing up years.

Eight years ago, Song Rentou, who returned home from the Xianghe football base, was quietly waiting for the call of the national team while practicing.

"Yooner, do you know? There is a player in the German team named Miloslav Klose. He is so good that he can do anything! He is my idol!" Song Rentou was beside a quiet lotus pond While bouncing the ball, he said to Zhang Yun'er.

"You are so annoying... all day long is football." Zhang Yuner, who was reading a book, showed displeasure on her face.

"Sorry, sorry..." Song Rentou smiled awkwardly and continued to juggle the ball.

Ten minutes later...

"Is that Klose better than Ronaldo?" Zhang Yuner suddenly asked.

"Ah!" The ball on Song Rentou's foot suddenly fell off, and he picked it up, "How should I put it..."

"That's right..." Zhang Yun'er gave Song Rentu a blank look.

"Hey..." Song Rentou smiled stupidly, looking at the sun that was about to set, Song Rentou said: "Everyone says Ronaldo is an alien, but in my eyes, he is not the most perfect striker. Because As a striker, Ronaldo is flawed. He is more of a free attacker!"

"But Klose is different. He has a running position that is not inferior to Inzaghi, has excellent shooting skills, and also has a unique header! And his goals are all key!"

Zhang Yuner shook her head, straightened her skirt, "The jersey you are wearing belongs to that Klose?"

"Ah? Yes! The genuine ones cost more than 1000!" Song Rentou said proudly.

Zhang Yun'er showed displeasure, "It's so expensive...you know how to waste uncle's money."

"Hey..." Song Rentou continued to giggle.

"Yun'er, one day, I will become, no... I want to surpass Klose! Become a better striker than him!" Song Rento said confidently.

"Just keep dreaming, it's not dark yet." Zhang Yun'er picked up the book, turned and left.

"Wait for me..." Song Rentou also hurriedly followed.

The camera returns to the scene of the 2014 World Cup semi-final in Brazil.

"Yun'er, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Yun'er hastily wiped away her tears from the constant greetings coming from her side...

Klose is Song Rentou's dream!
"I...why didn't I believe you back then!" Zhang Yun'er murmured to herself.

Yeah, you never disappoint!

A striker who has never disappointed anyone is called a striker!

"Yoona, if I score a goal against Klose in the future, I will definitely celebrate like this." 15-year-old Song Rentou pointed to his jersey number with both hands, with his back on his back and his head Look up high.

"So stupid..." Zhang Yun'er commented.

"Hey... because I want to use this action to tell Klose my number! I want him to remember my number and name!" Song Rentou explained.

"Stupid." Zhang Yun'er continued to comment.

In the stands of the Mineiro Arena, Zhang Yuner stopped crying... Rentou, do you know that, in fact, your celebratory gesture is... quite handsome.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful! Song Rentou equalized the score for us!! We are now one to one! The game is back to the original point!" He Wei said.

"That's right, Xiao Song's goal was too powerful! It came at the right time. The boys in the Chinese team are all good. Du Yang's steal and long pass are very clean! Xiao Song's final goal is also calm enough !” Xu Yang said.

"It's great! It's really great!! Xiao Song is so good!" Duan Xuan said with tears in his eyes.

Beside the Chinese team's bench, a delicate figure walked towards Ye Tang.

"I won. Within 10 minutes, he scored a goal." Sun Ya said proudly to Ye Tang, hum, fight with me?Anyway, let me know him!
Ye Tang looked at Sun Ya: "Oh."

Sun Ya was a little angry, "Oh what! Bet bet!"

"I'm not wearing it..." Ye Tang glanced at Sun Ya, then continued to look back at the field.

"You, you, you!" Sun Ya swallowed, looked around, and then rubbed Ye Tang's skirt with the back of her hand. There was nothing under her delicate buttocks except the black stockings that wrapped her buttocks.

"I'm X! You..." Oh boy, she is really, really, empty!Does she know that she will lose the bet with me that whoever loses will take off her underwear after the game starts?
"What's wrong?" Ye Tang asked Sun Ya curiously.

"It's nothing... I just think you're too..." Sun Ya turned her face away and said.

"Too coquettish?" Ye Tang asked.

Sun Ya didn't answer.

"I am willing." Ye Tang said.

In this world, you are not the only one who understands him. If you want to say that you have known him, I have known him since I was in La Coruna!
He's a guy who never disappoints.

That's why Deportivo fans call him the amazing Chinese boy!
The word miraculous is not for nothing.

"That's right...the next bet." Ye Tang glanced at Sun Ya.

Sun Ya and Ye Tang made two bets. The second bet was that if Song Rentou scored a goal, Du Yang would be the first to run to him.

"I didn't wear them either." Sun Ya raised her mouth, her face flushed a little.

"You are really SAO." Ye Tang said.

"You, you, you..." Just when Sun Ya was about to refute, Ye Tang touched her, "Hey, Reporter Sun is talking about fake news... Don't you dress well?"

After letting go of Sun Ya, Ye Tang looked at Sun Ya with disdain.

"You, you, you..." Sun Ya was so angry that her face turned red, and she couldn't say a word.

(End of this chapter)