Fox in the Penalty Area

Chapter 85: It's time to leave

The two temples have white spots and dark skin. Yang Mingwei, who looks like an old farmer, stands outside the barbed wire wall, watching the training on the court, and then shakes his head.

"Old Li, you are committing a crime. How can you let your daughter train in such a team? You are wasting her talent!" He said sadly.

Li Ziqiang, who was standing beside him, retorted: "Do you think I am willing? I found such a slightly more reliable female football team in Dongchuan. You have never seen them playing games with other female football teams, and the other team lost. Even worse, it can only be regarded as a team composed of women who love football ... "

"This one is not much better." Yang Mingwei said.

"Anyway, there is a decent coach who has a fixed training time, instead of spontaneously getting together, passing a few **** to each other and shooting a few shots is called training." Li Ziqiang said. "I also know that the level of this team can not meet the needs of Qingqing's growth, so I will call you now?"

Yang Mingwei looked at Li Qingqing, who stood like a crowd of chickens, and sighed, "When I last saw Qingqing, I was still in the elite team of Transit. Why are you two now coming to these third-tier cities ..."

"It's a long story. In short, I hit the director."

Li Ziqiang spoke lightly, but Yang Mingwei was startled: "Are you crazy?"

"A coach he and I supported was in the position of head coach of the competitive elite team."

"Who does he support?"

"Sun He."

"Oh, that stupid guy, can do this kind of thing. The business level is not very good, so his mother knows to hold the thigh." Yang Mingwei's tone was full of disdain. "However, things like personnel competition shouldn't be beaten at all, you are too impulsive ..."

"He scolded Qingqing."

"Good fight!" Yang Mingwei blurted out before asking: "What did he scold?"

"He said that Qingqing relied on me to enter the Transit Women's Elite Team, which means that her father, not her own ability, relied on her."

"Just **** bullshit! I think he scolded you that you depended on your daughter for coaching at Quanshun Foot School ..." Yang Mingwei frowned.

"Well, this director is the person in charge of PR marketing under the Transit Group. He knows how to play football."

Yang Mingwei, who also came from Transit Football School, thought about his observations at Transit Football School. He thought deeply about Li Ziqiang's comments: "The problem with Transit Football School is that there are too many such idiots in leadership positions. Now, the stall is spread, and bureaucracy prevails ... and then you hit him? "

"He didn't say it in my face, and then it came to my ear. I asked him, and he said something in front of me that looked down on Qing Qing, and I punched him." Li Ziqiang looked down and was pinched 'S fist, "It's really impulsive to think about it now. I should wait for the people around him to beat a little further away so that at least I can punch a few more punches."

"..." Yang Mingwei was a little speechless. "Then why did you come to Dongchuan? These third-tier cities ..."

"Actually, President Zhai of Dongchuan Middle School contacted me before this incident. I hope I can come here to teach. But at that time, my prospects at Transit Football School were obviously better ... who thought that something happened later. What about? "Li Ziqiang sighed. "I'll be back. I don't want Qingqing to come back, but she must follow me ..."

"Hehe." Yang Mingwei sneered. "If Qingqing really stays in Transit, I'm afraid the most uneasy is you?"

Li Ziqiang didn't answer him, it was a default.

"Okay, I know what you think. Have you told Qing Qing?" Yang Mingwei put his hands in his pockets.

"not yet……"

"Do you have any concerns?" Yang Mingwei keenly noticed the hesitation in Li Ziqiang's tone.

"No, I want to tell her when you come and meet her," Li Ziqiang explained. "In case you don't want to help this, I told her, wouldn't it make her happy?"

"Go to death." Yang Mingwei glared at his friend. "Am I that kind of person? You see, I will come immediately after coordinating there. I will tell you that as long as Qingqing is willing, I can take her tomorrow! Go to the reserve team first, not the youth team, go directly to the reserve team After adjusting to it for a while, I transferred her to the first team ... you can rest assured that I ’m covered, and nobody dares to bully our daughter. "

"Let's meet later to talk about it, we will eat out casually at night." Li Ziqiang watched the training on the field was about to end.

"Yes, I haven't seen Qingqing for a long time. How long was the last time I saw it? Five years ago? It looked like a slim girl ..." Yang Mingwei looked at the tall figure on the field with emotion.

"Oh, old Yang, I have something to ask you." Li Ziqiang said suddenly, "If Qingqing followed you over there, you can help me pay more attention, don't let those men who are inconsistent approach Qingqing. You I also know that professional teams, that kind of thing is very common ... "

"You can rest assured, old Li, I have always regarded Qingqing as my daughter. Those stupid guys dare to hit her and pay attention, I will discount their legs!"

Hearing Yang Mingwei say this, only a little smile appeared on Li Ziqiang's face.

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"Eh, Uncle Yang, why are you here?" After finishing the training, Li Qingqing saw Yang Mingwei with his father outside the training field. He was surprised for a while, then he smiled happily and greeted Yang Mingwei.

Yang Mingwei laughed: "Why, can't I come?"

"Ah, it's not that, I don't mean that ... I was very surprised. I heard your father say that you are now the head coach of a Chinese Super League women's football team."

"Yes. How about, do you want to play professional games with me?" Yang Mingwei asked.

Li Qingqing froze for a moment: "Ah?"

"Your dad called me and asked me to ask your opinion. He wants you to go to a more professional team for training, which is 10,000 times better than your current environment." Yang Mingwei pointed to those who were behind Li Qingqing and laughed. Female football player.

Li Qingqing did not look back, but fell into silence.

Li Ziqiang stood next to him, looking at her daughter, she thought that she wanted her to come here for training. She also seemed hesitant.

But this time he didn't stare and asked his daughter if he wanted to give up football. Instead, he stood aside and stared silently at his daughter.

But Yang Mingwei was a little surprised. It stands to reason that as long as he puts forward a professional team, Li Qingqing should nod and agree without hesitation.

Because when they were all in Transit Football School, they knew Li Qingqing's dream was to become a professional player.

He turned his enquiry into Li Ziqiang. It was strange that what happened to their father and daughter during the past six months in the third-tier city of Dongchuan.

But Li Ziqiang did not answer his doubts, but stood up and said: "Let's go to dinner first, Lao Yang. For such a big thing, Qing Qing should also be considered carefully, and it is unrealistic for her to give you an answer now. "

When he said that, he glanced at his daughter and found that she seemed to be peeking at herself, saw that she was looking at her, and quickly narrowed her eyes back.

"Yes, I'm in a hurry." Yang Mingwei nodded. "Let's go for dinner. I want to eat Dongchuan's clear soup beef. I've heard of it long ago and always want to eat the most authentic."

"Okay, I invite guests. Don't leave at night. I live in my house and have a room empty. We haven't seen each other for years. Have a good chat."

"Okay! I just saved the hotel money, ha!"

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"Uncle Yang, you're talking slowly. I'm going to do my homework." After returning home, Li Qingqing waved to Yang Mingwei and ran upstairs with his schoolbag on his back.

"Well, you are busy, don't worry about us. In addition, close the door tightly so that we won't disturb you, ha ..." Yang Mingwei waved a little, and his cheeks were reddish, waving his hand to Li Qingqing's back with some exaggeration.

Then he followed Li Ziqiang to his room.

When Li Ziqiang turned on the table lamp on the table, he saw a photo frame on his old friend's table at a glance.

Inside is a family portrait of a family of three. Li Ziqiang is standing on the right side of the screen. In front of him is Li Qingqing, who is much smaller than he is now. His face is a little round. He is grinning, and his hands are like "V".

Yang Mingwei's eyes fell on the woman on the left of Li Ziqiang. She had almost the same eyebrows and star eyes as Li Qingqing today. At first glance, it looked like Li Qingqing who had grown up and became mature.

She is Li Qingqing's mother, Li Ziqiang's wife, Zhou Qiulei, died of a cancer six years ago.

This is not the first time Yang Mingwei has seen this photo next to Li Ziqiang. He even knows the story behind this photo-this is after Zhou Qiulei was just diagnosed with stomach cancer, three people went to the park to take such a picture photo.

After that, Zhou Qiulei never took another photo. She did not take it herself, and she was not allowed to take it for others.

After receiving treatment, her body quickly deteriorated, and finally she was completely disfigured, emaciated. Yang Mingwei once visited once, and after seeing it, he couldn't connect the "skeleton shelf" in front of him with his beautiful and elegant brother and sister.

So Yang Mingwei immediately understood why Zhou Qiulei took her husband and daughter to take such a photo immediately after knowing that she was sick.

This woman doesn't want to leave that ugly self in the picture, she just wants her favorite person to always remember her beautiful appearance.

Li Ziqiang noticed that Yang Mingwei kept his eyes on the photo for a long time, but he said nothing, but turned around and took four cans of beer in the kitchen refrigerator. Then go back to the bedroom and place the two jars in front of Yang Mingwei, and put the two jars on your bedside table.

Then he sat on the bed and tilted Erlang's legs, and also motioned Yang Mingwei to sit at the desk.

"How about, from the elite coach of a professional football school to the coach of an ordinary middle school team, how do you feel?" Yang Mingwei looked at his old friend with a smile.

"Students are more manageable than those players." Li Ziqiang, half of whom were sitting in the shadows that the table lamp could not see. "But also because of lack of motivation, the training enthusiasm is not high enough. Sometimes they have to whip them to make them run forward."

"Normal, after all, not every high school student wants to be a professional player. For them, football is just a hobby. Since it is a hobby, why do you have to be so tired? You know, professional players like to be lazy Not to mention these student children. "

"However, the National Football Association and the education department have joined forces to promote the connection between professional football and campus football, which makes the talented players in the students more motivated."

Yang Mingwei shook his head gently: "Do you rely on campus football to give blood to professional football? I think the Football Association has some wishful thinking in this regard. The main force of professional football is still the talents trained by professional football clubs and professional football schools at all levels."

"At least it's an attempt, and it's not a bad thing. I think that the Football Association does not necessarily want middle school students to give blood to professional football, but to increase the enthusiasm of students to participate in football. There is one more hope and one more expectation. If you want blood transfusion, it is also a blood transfusion for the Chinese football environment, not professional football. This time, the Anton Cup has been very different from the Anton Cup I originally participated in. At the time we played the game was really nothing. People are interested, there can be a girl watching the ball in the stands, and all the players are the same as playing chicken blood ... Now? There is a player in our team who plays well and looks handsome. His fans, every time they train for a game, the screams in the stands can make you wonder if this is a professional game ... "

Yang Mingwei saw Li Ziqiang talking about the things on his team and smiled: "It seems that you are adapting well here, I thought I would see a depressed coach ..."

"You want to be beautiful!"

Yang Mingwei laughed.

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Li Qingqing sitting at the desk heard laughter from the downstairs. Although the doors and windows were closed, the sound insulation of this old house was still not very good.

She got up and walked to the window and saw a glimmer of light from the window in her father's room. The orange-yellow light projected into the open space under the high platform. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

That used to be the secret training base for her and Hu Lai.

But after Hu Lai joined the school team, here was basically abandoned.

Hu Lai has a place where she can train upright and bright, so you don't have to come here to practice alone.

Her eyes were fixed on a place in the dark. Although she couldn't see anything now, she was sure that Hu Lai's football with "WHO" was lying quietly in the grass there at this moment.

I wonder if this football will be lonely? After all, its owner hasn't come to it for a long time.

Hu Lai and the way he first saw here changed a lot ... At that time, he was excluded from school and he could only play here alone, like a dog holding a frisbee.

Now, he has scored the winning goal in the Anton Cup finals, helping his team to reach the national competition.

He was no longer the ignorant boy who had to teach him how to train coordination, nor the rookie who needed to worry about him.

Yes, now he doesn't even need me to play normally and participate in national competitions.

and I? It is impossible to really be an ordinary middle school student in this school. I am going to pursue my own football dream ... just like Hu Lai who is pursuing his football dream.

Maybe it's time to leave.

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