Legend of the Blue Lion

Chapter 26 The first goal of the World Cup

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Hunan, Changde, Gaoshan Street

"Son, eat more, tell mom what you want to eat. The college entrance examination is going to happen next year, so I have to work hard and work hard.

Apart from studying, other things don't matter.When you enter the third year of high school, I will go to Changsha, and my mother will cook for you every day.If you get tired of eating in the cafeteria, Mom will cook for you in different ways every day. "

He Yu's mother, Yang Xiu, kept talking, and kept putting vegetables in He Yu's bowl.

The already full bowl became even more saturated.

This day is New Year's Day in 2007, and it is also a weekend, and the school is closed for three days.

When He Yu returned home, the family had dinner.

"Okay, Mom, that's enough. I'll eat first. Don't bring me any more food. You can eat too."

He Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this was love, and it also became a kind of pressure invisibly.

"Well, Xiao Yu, do you know about Changsha Jinde and Hunan Xianghong?"

He Yu's father, He Xianyang, was holding a wine glass, and suddenly said this, making the happy atmosphere instantly feel deserted.

"Old He, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?

Tell you to drink less wine, you have to drink, and you will talk nonsense after drinking. "

Yang Xiu reacted, cursed, and snatched his wine bottle and glass.

However, she kept staring at He Yu from the corner of her eyes, watching her son's reaction.

He Yu didn't open his mouth and continued to eat.It's just that mountain-like bowl of rice, no matter how much he eats, he feels like he can't finish it.

Moreover, eating is very tiring and difficult...

"I just told my son, no, don't worry about it!"

He Xianyang grabbed the wine glass, took a sip, and continued to talk to He Yu, "Son, this is an opportunity, it's rare to have a professional team in our home country.

At your current age of less than 18, you still have a chance.Let's not talk about Changsha Jinde, after all, it is a Super League team.But the newly established Hunan Xianghong is very good. It started from a low level and everything is still new.And it’s also from our local area, so we should pay more attention to the training of players from Hunan…”

He Yu still didn't speak, to be precise, he didn't raise his head to look at his father.

He knew that his father was an old fan.

When he was a child, every time he saw the Chinese team lose and was rejected from the World Cup time and time again, his father was full of tears, bitter and deep hatred.

In 2001, when the Chinese team qualified and entered the World Cup for the first time in history, his father was also in tears and bursting with joy.

So happy that he let He Yu, who was still in primary school, drink a glass of beer.Because of this, his mother often quarreled with his father.

But in the subsequent World Cup, I didn't win a game and didn't score a goal.

No one can understand the pain in his father's heart.It was like a myocardial infarction, the moment when the heart stopped, it was very uncomfortable.

So, after that, He Xianyang pinned all his hopes on his son.And the talent shown by He Yu made him believe more and more that his son could do it.

However, what is interesting is that He Yu played as a striker at first. At that time, He Xianyang said meaningfully:

"Son, come on!

Dad wants to see us Chinese, the first goal scored in the World Cup was scored by my son! "

However, this incident later became a joke, because He Yu chose to play the goalkeeper position.

And some coaches who have taken him also feel that he is very talented in the goalkeeper position.Otherwise, there would be no subsequent Hertha Berlin trials and other stories.

"Son, don't listen to your dad. He's been drinking and he's a little crazy. You have to study, study hard, and then you will have a way out. During the years when you played football, you made so much noise, you went abroad, and returned to all over the country. run.

In the end, isn't there still no result? "

Yang Xiu took his hand and spoke earnestly, her eyes were red and swollen.

"Son, don't listen to your mother, let's try again.

I know you have never given up, you are my son, I know you must be unwilling in your heart, right?

Let us father and son try again, shall we? "

He Xianyang seemed to have drunk a little too much, what he said was half drunk and half unwilling.

"Old He, you are crazy, you can't make it through!

If you do this again, you either kill me or get divorced! "

Yang Xiu was also out of breath, she didn't come up in one breath, and sat on the ground.

At this moment, He Yu's inner torment was like a raging fire.The fire slowly approaches an iceberg called Dream, the closer it gets, the more painful it gets...

He Yu suppressed the tears from the corners of his eyes, helped up his mother who was sitting on the ground, then looked at He Xianyang very seriously, and said:
"Don't try, don't want to. I'm almost 18, the college entrance examination, college, looking for a job.

Dad, let's live a good life, shall we? "

The whole family cried on this winter day.

That is, after this time, the family never had any quarrels or troubles.

Only laughter, warmth, and happiness.

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Hunan, Shaoyang section of Shanghai-Kunming Expressway
When He Yu woke up again from the cage sleep, it was already past noon...

After Huang Qingyu's friend's wedding was over, she dragged on until after 3 p.m. before she left with He Yu.

She was indeed too tired, and fell asleep on her back not long after getting in the car, lying sprawled in the back row.

She was already in good shape, fair and clean, with long legs and a big chest.

The light yellow skirt was turned over and over again from time to time.Like the climate in May, it is already a bit hot.

Beauty, are you always so bold and unrestrained when you sleep?

He Yu has no time to linger on the scenery behind him, that is "Painted Skin".He had no choice but to chat with Wu Yao and Shi Shun using Bluetooth while driving the car.

They are already training, but they will use their mobile phones to chat with He Yu during their breaks.

"Damn it, you don't know, no one dares to wear the No. 1 jersey! The boy Wang Lian is the most difficult for you to deal with. He is also the absolute starting goalkeeper when you are not around. You only wear No. 22. I dare not wear number 1." Wu Yao said with a laugh.

"He wears it. I only wear the No. 22 jersey. Everyone knows that!" He Yu replied indifferently.

"Yes, yes, your big Kaka. I am different, my big Ronaldo. However, I didn't report the number 7, but I reported the number 20. Guess why?" Wu Yao pretended to be deep Speaking of.

"Guess hair!"

He Yu's answer was simple but also very meaningful.

"He chose No. 22 because you chose No. 21, and he chose No. 20. I am playing as a midfielder now. Pirlo's style of play, No. 21 is just right.

As for him, he has a sick mind, so he can figure out what he must come up with. "

Shi Shun answered contemptuously, laughing and cursing.

"Damn it! What do you know? The numbers of our Three Musketeers are next to each other, and the registration forms are also next to each other. How grand." Wu Yao yelled back.

"Then why not choose number 23?"

This time, it was He Yu and Shi Shun who asked in unison.

"Ha ha ha ha!
I choose number 20, and follow the order on the registration form so that I can see the words Yao, Shun and Yu at a glance.

Shun Yuyao, what a mouthful. "

Wu Yao laughed and explained his reasoning, but the other two were black lines at one end.

"How soon can you arrive in Changsha? A friendly match is arranged at 8 p.m., can you make it?" Shi Shun confused the stalk of the number selection.

"I can arrive after 7 o'clock. Tell Zhou Zhi and Team Hou for me. After I enter the city, I will go directly to the stadium and warm up again. It will be almost fine."

He Yu answered eagerly, as if he was very afraid of losing the chance of this match.

"Damn it, you're so hung up! You don't need to eat, and you still want to create a drama about the return of the king?
Besides, don't you need to participate in the tactical arrangements before the game? "It was Wu Yao who reacted quickly and yelled.

"It's okay to be hungry, I won't be hungry, I ate a lot at noon.

Just kidding, the girl traveled thousands of miles and spent hundreds of dollars on a meal, and I can't let her lose money.Can help her eat a little bit, is a little bit. "He Yu laughed foolishly.

"That shouldn't be a big problem, even though you've been driving for a few hours, as long as you have no problem with your physical strength.

Anyway, every game you play, you play like chicken blood, playing the goalkeeper position will not consume much of your energy. "Shi Shun analyzed briefly, but after a short while, he continued, "Tactical issues don't seem to have much to do with you. "

All of a sudden, all three of them laughed.

He Yu also laughed loudly, accidentally alarming the Sleeping Beauty behind him.

"Well, Brother Yu, where are you going?"

Huang Qingyu, whose eyes hadn't been opened yet, spoke coquettishly.

In an instant, He Yu's Bluetooth sound was noisy. He ignored the howling of wolves coming from the headset, looked at the rearview mirror calmly, and said:

"Qingyu, I have a game to play tonight, and I'm in a hurry. I'll take the expressway around the city later, and then go directly to the Provincial Stadium.

At that time, if you take a taxi home by yourself, I won't see you off, okay? "

"The game, are you going to play?

That's good, I'll go and see it with you, and I'll be your cheerleader.Last night, I caused you to not sleep well, I troubled you, and made you work so hard. "

There was nothing wrong with Huang Qingyu's words, but the two coquettish men on the other end of the phone were very restless and kept asking questions.

"Last night, you didn't sleep, and you worked hard?"

"What do you mean, didn't you say, just go to have a meal, why is it so hard?"

……

He Yu was sweating, and didn't intend to pay attention to it. He hung up the phone and took off his earphones.

Then he held his hands firmly on the steering wheel, as if holding onto his own dream.

With one kick of the gas pedal, he raced wildly on the long road, heading towards the hope that is not far away...

(End of this chapter)