Fox in the Penalty Area

"Chen Xingyi cut inside! Beautiful! He dribbled horizontally...passed Tongxin! Handed the ball to Hu Lai...Zhang Qinghuan! Passed it back to Hu Lai! Hu Lai!!! Hu Lai-beautiful!!! Beautiful !!Pretty!!!"

The commentator on the TV yelled hoarsely.

Xie Lan in front of the TV also jumped up from the sofa, screamed, raised her hands and turned to her husband.

Upon seeing this, Hu Lixin could only helplessly get up from his seat, raised his hands and high-five with his wife.

"Haha!" Xie Lan smiled happily after the high-five, "Our son scored the goal of the Super League team!"

Hu Lixin ignored her and sat back on the sofa again, looking at the figure on the TV in a daze.

His son ran to the camera, and then made the gesture of backing his name and number with his finger to the camera lens.

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This action was far less beautiful than his previous signature celebration action, but it made Hu Lixin's heart beat abruptly.

Old Hu vaguely recalled that when he was as old as his son, he also imagined how to introduce himself to the fans.

At that time, the land of China has become a wave of professional football. Every game is full of crowded stands, lively TV broadcasts, flowers, cheers, reputation, money... so that young people who love football are looking forward to the best. future.

They have great ambitions, and they all believe that they will definitely be the talented leaders on the football field, and can help Chinese football achieve the ultimate goal of that decades-to enter the World Cup finals!

He is also one of those young people with great aspirations.

It's just that it was a long, long time ago.

In the long years, he completely forgot that he used to be pretentious before. He copied some famous sayings: "Eat hardships, you can be the master" "The sword is sharpened, and the plum blossoms come from the bitter cold". Encourage yourself on the wall of the team dormitory.

I think that all suffering and injuries in training games are the only way to success.

I firmly believe that football is fair, as long as you put in hard work and sweat, you will definitely gain something. The more you pay, the greater the gain.

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The wife whirled and jumped beside her, clapping her hands and laughing.

The commentator on the TV is shouting at his son's name with all his strength.

The cheers of the Andong Provincial Sports Center, more than 100 kilometers away, reached his ears through television signals.

The TV broadcast screen trembles slightly, and the Provincial Sports Center seems to be experiencing a small earthquake.

This should have been a happy moment, but I don't know why, Hu Lixin only felt bitter in his mouth.

He looked down and looked for cigarettes on the coffee table, but first saw himself reflected on the dark glass of the coffee table.

A frowning face, deep lines of decree was pulled down by the corners of the drooping mouth, almost separating the entire chin from the face.

It looks like a dog, an old Sharpei dog.

Where is the look of that young man with great ambition back then?

That once pretentious day...

In the flow of people to and from get off work, in the wine glasses, on the payroll... it slowly disappeared in the whirlpool of reality. (Note 1)

Hu Lixin grabbed the cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and took a deep breath.

The smoke that he spit out slowly rises, as if transformed into a big bird, flapping its wings vigorously and flying to a high place.

Flying higher and higher in the sight of Lao Hu, flying higher and higher.

Until fully integrated into the "sky" under the ceiling.

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The Anton Provincial Sports Center was full of voices. Although the players on both sides had returned to their respective half and stood in position, the cheers of the fans were not over yet.

Before the game, almost everyone is not optimistic about the flashing stars, after all, they are a Chinese Super League team, and the opponent is a veteran Super League team.

But there will still be some Flashstar fans who are not convinced-doesn't it mean that football is round? How come it's this game's turn to say that Flash Star is lost? Why? Just rely on those data and analysis? So if everything is determined by these things, what is the actual game? Whose data is directly better than that. Isn't it better to play games that are bigger and smaller?

Now Flashstar is the first to take the lead in the home game against Haihe Shuanggang, making these Flashstar fans as happy as drinking a bottle of cold beer on the dog days!

In the shouts of the flashing stars fans, the Haihe Shuanggang players were a little confused.

They really never thought that they would fall behind in this game. They felt that as long as they were a little more serious, winning a Chinese team would not be easy?

As a result, they were first scored by the Chinese A team in the game!

Captain Tong Xin was slapped hard, and shouted: "Cheer up! Get serious!!"

The other Haihe Shuanggang players who heard his words came back to their senses.

Yes, as long as we get serious, we can still beat them.

Before, it was mainly because we were not serious enough...

It's okay, from now on, we have to be serious!

Let you see how terrible the Super League team is!

At this moment, the referee blew the kick-off whistle.

"Beep--!"

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"Anton Blink's offense is back!"

CCTV commentator He Feng shouted.

The national live broadcast of the China A match is based on online video platforms such as Ascendas Video.

The Football Association Cup has CCTV live broadcast to the whole country.

He Feng is the commentator of this game.

Like Shen Lang, he once again saw Hu Lai in the live commentary of the game, which gave him a feeling of "a long time no see old acquaintance".

He was also very excited to see Hu Lai breaking through the goal of the Super League team.

Compared with the East Asian Cup, Hu Lai has grown up again!

The Provincial Sports Center cheered and shouted, cheering for the flashing stars advancing to the Haihe Shuanggang restricted area.

Hu Lai ran into the penalty area, turned and stood still.

Fan Hongpeng posted it immediately, using his body to continuously pressure him.

Even if Hu Lai has gone through several periods of special training in physical strength, it is still difficult to compete with this mountain-like central defender.

So he didn't stop at this position, and started running to the next catch point.

Fan Hongpeng didn't follow, because he had to hold his position, and he was not the only Hu Lai here.

Didn't Chen Xingyi run over?

When Hu Lai ran to another Haihe Shuanggang central defender Han Yan's defense zone, he stopped, and at the same time Zhang Qinghuan's pass was also sent over.

Although Han Yan posted it quickly. But in Hu Lai's view, the power of this central defender is far from that of Fan Hongpeng. At the very least, he can stop the ball on his back so that he won't even lose his position.

It's just that he can't turn around and attack...

After Zhang Qinghuan passed the ball forward, he seemed to want to penetrate behind the defense line of Haihe Shuanggang.

His forward thrust attracted Tong Xin's attention. He dared not make the same mistake again, so he followed in decisively.

But Hu Lai did not pass the ball to Zhang Qinghuan-Zhang Qinghuan was followed, he still passed it? Although he is not an organizer, he is not a fool either. He knows what **** can be passed and what cannot be passed.

He held Han Yan with his body, and then saw Ge Lin in the middle of the penalty area.

Zhang Qinghuan took the opponent's midfielder away...

Hu Lai didn't hesitate to pass the football back.

Seeing the football rolling towards him, Qin Lin quickly glanced at the goal in front of him, then adjusted his pace and raised his right leg to face the ball passed by Hu Lai!

"Qin Lin! Direct volley-eh good shot!!!"

With He Feng's roar, the football was kicked towards the goal by Qin Lin.

The football did not rise into the air and flew to the goal in an alarming manner, but crawled through the feet of the crowd in the penalty area against the turf!

For this kind of low flat ball close to the turf, the goalkeeper least likes to pounce, because the difficulty of saving is much higher than that of long shots...

The goalkeeper Huang Anjie's sight was also interrupted by the densely packed players from both sides in the penalty area. When he saw the football flying over, it was too late!

He fell to the ground hurriedly, but the football got into the goal from the far corner before he could.

"Good shot! Good shot! Qin Lin! Unbelievable! The flashing stars have won two cities in six minutes! A Chinese Premier League team led the Super League team by two goals in a short time! This is really a lot of people before the game Unexpectedly! So how about football is round? Anything can happen. This is the charm of football games!"

Haihe Shuanggang, who was thinking of getting serious, was filled with two **** by the flashing star who had already gotten serious!

On the visiting team coach, Haihe Shuanggang coach Kuang Mingjian suddenly stood up from his seat, and his magnetic tactical board fell to his feet without even noticing it.

In front of the coach's bench next door, Zhao Kangming rushed out of the seat and slammed a punch into the sky.

Chen Mo directly jumped out behind him, jumping continuously like a cheerful deer.

The excitement that the last goal brought to the Flashstar fans has not passed. Another goal came. The Flashstar fans in the Provincial Sports Center raised the volume again on the basis of the original cheers. The cheers were thunderous and straight. Rush into the sky!

After the goal, Qin Lin turned and ran to the sidelines to celebrate the goal. After running to the sidelines, he turned and pointed at Hu Lai, who was running to his teammates, and made another back-turning action.

So Hu Lai jumped up when he ran to Lin Ge, and jumped directly onto Qin Lin's back.

Qin Lin put Hu Lai on his back like this with his hands in his pockets!

Hu Lai, who was lying on Qin Lin, straightened up and waved his fists to the cheering fans of the Star Flash in the stands.

"嘢——!!!"

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"Qin Lin carried Hu Lai on his back! The last big Chinese footballer just put the young Huletto up... Oh!" The Anton TV sports channel commentator saw some metaphors from this celebration. "Football should be like this, old and new, passed on from generation to generation, our football can develop! Now the Anton football baton is handed over to Hu Lai by Qin Lin, cheer Hu Lai, cheer on the stars, cheer on Anton football!"

In the end ~www.ltnovel.com~ this old commentator who had personally experienced the glorious era of Anton football even cried a little bit.

Perhaps he also thought of the days when Anton football was once brilliant and once declined.

The Anton fans who lined up outside the old sports center to buy tickets were able to circle the stadium three times!

Later this scene belonged to fans who came to watch the star's concert.

Belongs to fans who chase variety stars.

As for the prosperous years of Anton football, it just disappeared among the singing and dancing crowd, disappeared into the boiling red soup hot pot, disappeared into the hustle and bustle of Sunway Road, disappeared into the sound of mahjong. ...

It seems that football is no longer needed in this once gold medal market.

But listen to the cheers of the Provincial Sports Center at this moment!

Take a look at the blockbuster red on the stands of the Provincial Sports Center!

Qin Lin, trained by Anton Football, is back, and the enthusiastic Anton fans are back in the stands. Anton’s professional football team is thinking about the top league to launch an impact. Now our team is in the FA Cup again. Two goals ahead of the Super League team...

As if everything is back.

This city, known throughout the country for its slow and leisurely pace of life, still has a gurgling heart.

The thunder of the Provincial Sports Center is the pulsating sound of this city!

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Note 1: This paragraph is adapted from "Honghu Zhi" by the slap band. The original lyrics are:

Hong Hu Zhi Your Hong Hu ambition is like a young and frivolous poem.

That once pretentious day slowly disappeared in the flow of people to and from get off work.

Disappears slowly in your wine glass, disappears slowly on your sheets,

Slowly disappear in your salary, slowly disappear in the vortex of reality.