World's No.1 Football Manager

Chapter 28 The Confusion of the Rich and Handsome
Gao Yuan took a deep breath and decided to try again.

He picked up the ball, and Gao Fushuai not far away beckoned to him, gesturing to throw the ball over and take a throw-in by himself.

Gao Yuan didn't throw the ball, but shouted at Gao Fushuai.

"Do you still want to win?"

Tall, rich and handsome:?

Both sides playing on the pitch: ?
Pharaoh and the substitutes on the sidelines:?
Audience watching the game: ?
referee:?
"Tell me out loud, do you want to win?"

Gao Yuan hugged the ball and yelled.

"...give me the ball"

"Do you really want to win?!"

"You..." Gao Fushuai's face changed, and he became a little angry, "Of course I want to win!"

"If you want to win, just do as I say, play as a defender! Look at what kind of bears you are being played by others now! Let a big black man do whatever he wants on our court! Still want to win? If you keep playing like this and don't lose 3 points, it will be good!"

Gao Yuan scolded his head and covered his face without mercy.

Others were just surprised and didn't understand what kind of medicine this guy who appeared out of nowhere was selling in his gourd.The players in Quancheng on Saturday all had long black lines on their faces.

Everyone said that this guy was completely stunned!Go crazy on the field!

Nima, it's not shameful to lose, but if there's a lunatic in the team, it's embarrassing!How can I get mixed up in the amateur football circle after this...

Pharaoh's scalp is about to explode!Nima, Gao Yuan, you are too deceptive!Not only did they want to grab my command, but they also made trouble in front of the public!Grandma, bear, you without me!

You wait, you will be fired as soon as the game is over!
After all, Gao Fushuai is a "sea turtle" who has drank foreign ink abroad, and his self-cultivation is much better than that of his coaches and teammates. Although he was already very angry, he still answered patiently.

"I've never played as a defender, and I don't know how to play. Don't make trouble, can't you listen to the coach's arrangement?"

"Not good! What the coach said is wrong. Believe me, you are the best central defender in the amateur field! It doesn't matter if you haven't played before, you just need to mark the man, stick to the black and hard!"

Squeak~~ A sharp whistle sounded, and the referee was angry!

I have seen those who disrespect the referees, but never seen such contempt for the referees!Nima, I simply don't take Lao Tzu seriously!This is a competition, who told you to chat here!To arrange tactics, go ahead while talking, don't hold the ball to affect the game!

The whistle sounded like a reminder, and Gao Yuan saw the referee running over from a distance, and knew that his time was running out, so he hurriedly made a long story short.

"Trust me! Why don't you try it? You have nothing to lose. It's very interesting to play as a defender. There is a wide range of defenses for you to do..."

Squeak, squeak, squeak, the referee blew his whistle angrily, this shit is too deceitful!It's against you, BB is endless, don't you know that only Lao Tzu has the final say here? !
Accompanied by the piercing whistle, the referee rushed to Gao Yuan, raised his hand and issued a ruby ​​card.

red card!

Gao Yuan, who was watching the game from the sidelines, was sent off with a red card for interfering with the game!
Gao Yuan had realized it a long time ago, so he didn't care about it, and was still yelling at Gao Fushuai through the referee.

"Believe me, the three central defenders can definitely defend against black and tough! You are the best marking central defender on this pitch, you are Van Dijk! You are Nesta! You are Desailly! You are Cannavaro! You are Li Weifeng! You are..."

Gao Yuan hadn't finished speaking when several of Quancheng Saturday's teammates rushed over. They dragged and dragged him out of the court like a dead dog.

Nima, I can't take it anymore, it's too embarrassing!

Gao Yuan was dragged farther and farther, but he was still yelling indiscriminately, and his voice floated from afar, "...you are Maldini! You are Beckenbauer..."

Tall, rich and handsome with black lines all over his head, this kid is crazy!Was this man really paid for by himself?Why don't you have any impression of yourself?How did you find such a wonderful thing!It seems that even if you have money, you can't be willful!

Gao Yuan was driven to the stands, and the court was finally cleared up. The referee wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and blew a whistle to signal the game to continue.

Gao Fushuai took a deep breath, calmed down, and threw the throw-in that should have been thrown long ago.

The ball was thrown to a teammate, and the teammate quickly passed the ball back to Gao Fushuai very sensiblely.

Gao Fushuai stopped the ball and was about to take it forward, but the opponent's defensive player had already posted it.

Gao Fushuai panicked and wanted to pass the ball, but he didn't have time to look up for his teammates.

In desperation, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to pass someone. As soon as he flicked the ball forward, the opponent moved laterally and got stuck between him and the ball, breaking the ball easily.

After stealing the ball, Binhai Dongchen immediately organized a counterattack, passed three times and fell twice, the ball hit the black and hard feet again, and a new wave of offensive was launched...

Gao Fushuai, who lost the ball, was a little annoyed, and kicked the void angrily, as if he wanted to kick the bad luck away.

He couldn't count how many times he conceded the ball in this game!
Ever since he came into contact with football by chance after returning from studying abroad, and was coaxed and tricked into the team by Lao Wang, he has been playing as a free agent in the frontcourt.In normal training or in-team games, everyone gives way to him, not really pressing, and he still feels that he can play with ease.

Occasionally, when the team makes appointments with other amateur teams, the strength of the opponent is not the same, and the pressing is always limited.

But this time he participated in the FA Cup qualifiers, and he really felt the confrontation, scrambling and competition of competitive sports, and he also realized that the dribbling and shooting skills he thought were good are actually not even a three-legged cat!
In the last game against the Eastern Suburb 87 United, the whole team defended collectively in the first half, and the opponent's physical strength was overdrawn in the second half. He hardly encountered a strong press, and the team won the ball again, so the frustration was not very strong.

But in this match against Binhai Dongchen, his self-confidence was severely hit by being intercepted by the opponent consecutively.

He even heard the players on the other side murmuring, "No. 10 is a rookie with very poor skills. As long as he takes the ball and presses it, he can definitely steal the ball! I really don't understand how a guy of this level can wear the No. 10 jersey!"

Is it tolerable or unbearable!The arrogance of being the noble son of a wealthy family and the inferiority complex of the family's incompetent dandy are intertwined, prompting Gao Fushuai to desperately want to prove himself!
However, the more you struggle with some things, the more frustrated you will be.Trying again and again, failing again and again, he seemed to be able to clearly feel the helplessness in the eyes of his teammates and the sneer at the corners of his opponent's lips!

Am I really not football material?
Could it be that I can't even handle such a trivial matter as playing football?
Could it be that I'm really just a good-for-nothing who was born with a golden key in my mouth?

Could it be that I am destined to be under the protection of the old man in my life, watching my brothers and sisters make the family business prosperous, while I can only eat and wait to die, and be a rich and idle person?
Am I doomed to accomplish nothing in my life?
Gao Fushuai's mood was gloomy to the bottom. He originally thought that he could discover his strengths and regain his long-lost self-confidence on the green field, but he didn't expect that he would become the object of ridicule and ridicule again.

All of a sudden, scenes from childhood to adulthood flooded my mind.

"If we don't play with him, isn't it just a remote control plane? What are you showing off, let's all play glass balls and let him play by himself!"

"Don't interfere with your classmates' study. If your family has money, you can spend it on college, but other students have to study hard. Their future depends on their own efforts!"

"Qi, let me tell you that if his family wasn't super rich, how could I fall in love with that little fat man! Oh, my dear, why are you here..."

“Hey. fuckman are the Chinese all as short and fat as you?”

"Xiaoshuai, you don't understand the family business, so let your brothers and sisters take care of it in the future. You usually spend more time with me and your mother, enjoy life more, and don't worry about other things!"

"No. 10 is a rookie. His skills are very poor. As long as he takes the ball and presses it, he will definitely steal the ball! I don't understand how he deserves to wear No. 10!"

……

"Trust me, you're the best marking center back on the amateur pitch!"

Suddenly, Gao Yuan's words hit Gao Fushuai's chest like a bolt of lightning.

In fact, since he was a child, he heard more hypocritical praise and nasty compliments than blows and ridicule.

These hypocritical words made him happy at first, then he felt disgusted after hearing too much, and now it is more numb.His brain seems to have automatically filtered out the bullshit.

But Gao Yuan's flattery today seemed to be different, it left a trace of imprint in his mind, and it was able to be listed together with those unforgettable ridicules and blows.

Perhaps, this is not flattery, not sycophancy, but heartfelt words?

However, he has never played a central defender, and he has never even played defense seriously. How does he know that he will be an excellent marking central defender?

It was the first time for Gao Fushuai to really think about this question, but this idea was like a ghost, once it came to his mind, he could never get rid of it, circling in his mind for a long time.

(End of this chapter)